![]() The first touch was cold, but it quickly warmed up, at the same time as her breath became faster, as the neck was getting higher, passing her hips, her waist, stopping just below her breasts. She felt the cold fabric cling to her legs, wrapping them in their tight embrace. Karen was sure the suit was to rip in half. She grabbed it and pulled on it as hard as she could. She then proceeded with the neck of the suit. She applied a generous coat on Karen’s legs, laughing because it rendered everything very slippery. “That thing IS slippery.” she said putting it on the rubber garment. “Oil? Let me see… Silicone lubricant, rubber dressing aid.” she said, pouring some in her hand. Is there a bottle of talc powder or something in that box?” She said, getting closer. Janet tried to put the suit on but the rubber was sticking on Karen’s feet. A few minutes later, she was totally naked. She squirmed, trying to give them a hard time, so they might change their minds, but to no avail. No, she didn’t want to wear that catsuit. Help me keep her still while I undress her.” She was in no mood to help her put on that catsuit. Is that it?” she asked, looking at the bound woman. “What? Where?” he said, letting go of the catsuit. ![]() “You are really… oh, look, there’s a fly on the wall!” How do you want to put it on over your head?” “Maybe you put it on like a dress,” said Bud. “Yeah, ha ha… oh… You’re serious… Now… how one put this thing on. She wants to make sure I won’t do anything stupid” “You don’t get out much, do you, Bud? You still live with your mum, right?” “You know that stuff?” asked the guy, puzzled. “Wow! A latex catsuit? Let me see that!” she exclaimed, reaching for the lump of rubber. Karen’s hopes of being rescued vanished in a few seconds. “Hey there, Bud! What’s new… Oh! What’s with the girl?” she said, an evil grin crossing her face. A tall brunette with a long ponytail appeared in the shadows, wearing tight leather jeans and booties, looking like high heel running shoes. The footsteps were of a woman, unless a man wearing high heels was approaching. “I told you to shut up!” he said, slapping her hard on her tightly encased butt, which made her grunt. Karen moaned louder and squirmed in her bonds. She moaned, trying to attract the guy’s attention, but he continued coiling the rope, ignoring her.įootsteps! Someone is approaching. Yes, she had value, but not worthy of a kidnapping. Now, who were they and why did they kidnap her? Certainly not for what was in the box. ![]() Her wrist rope was tied to an overhead pipe. She looked around: she was in some sort of industrial, abandoned place or something. “Oh, shut up!” said the man, coiling some left-over rope, apparently. Karen tried to help herself but her feet were… bound together? What the hell was happening.Īs she got up, her arms got loose but they were quickly yanked up, and up, until her arms were totally stretched, wrists tied together and her feet barely touching the ground. Now stand-up.” he said, picking her to pull her up. Her vision was still blurry, her hearing echoing, but she heard a voice. “Why can’t I open my mouth” she thought as she moaned and tried to open her mouth, but it was glued shut or something. She tried to pull them down but they were held somehow. She struggled the best she could but he was too strong and whatever was on that rag, quickly got her knocked out. Oh, geesh I’m sormmmfff yeEEEEE!” she tried to yell as someone put a rag over her mouth and dragged her inside the van. She wondered how she would go past it.Īs she was passing the back of the van, a door opened and she hit it with her box, stopping her hard. “Why did I park this far away, and who’s this moron blocking the way?” she said as she approached a white beat-up van, backed up in the narrow alley between the commercial buildings of the downtown area of the city. ![]() Those small steps, and the fact that she was struggling, made her butt, already encased in tight skinny jeans, appear even firmer, and the rubbing was sending her some little not unpleasant sensations between the tightly encased thighs. She could barely see where she was going, making small steps on her strappy high heeled sandals. She struggled through the door, carrying that large cardboard box which was rather heavy.
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