Janice lay panting for a long time.  This was not the first time she had bound herself like this.  No, the number of times could not be counted on her fingers at this point in her adventures.  The labored respirations were being caused by the new addition to her bondage - the large black dildo held firmly inside her cunt.  Its presence was being felt with the slightest movement.  Adding to her extreme arousal was the knowledge that she would not be able to simply roll over and feel for the key to her release on the carpet beneath her.  She had to crawl on her belly like a fucking snake, clear across the house, to the garage!  

How exposed she would be!  Had she locked the doors?  She hadn't even checked them!  Surely Piggy would have locked the front door when she left earlier, and the remaining doors would still be locked from the previous night.  Yes, the doors were surely locked.

Much to her relief and her disbelief, Janice began to settle down.  She really thought she was going to have an orgasm there for a while, but now her mind was returning to the real world, the world in which she needed to get to those keys and release herself.  The whole idea of this particular Piggy fantasy had driven her mindlessly to its tethered conclusion.  But now, bound tightly in this sightless world she could only think of her release.  She knew she looked hot!  Oh god, she would be a delectable sight, squirming bound and naked across the carpet.  

Janice had gyrated herself the several feet it took to get to the door of Piggy's room when she jolted and screamed into the ball gag at a sudden burst of vibration within her fully stuffed cunt. How had she not noticed that the dildo was a vibrator?  Janice squirmed and flittered about like an eel, trying to reduce the contact between the huge phallus and the walls of her vagina. Instinctively she knew the smooth black surface of the dildo was firmly pressed against every millimeter of her tender hole, from the tightly stretched entrance to her cervix.  And she had pulled that damn strap tight, trapping it firmly between her smoothly shaven pussy lips, just as Piggy had done to herself.  Just as Piggy had written in her little leather-bound diary.

But Piggy had not written anything about a vibrator!  Janice searched her memory for a second before the vibrations overtook any other thought she might entertain and knew that Piggy had not written the word 'vibrator' in the diary.  Surely she had not turned on the vibrator...leaving a big question mark hovering over Janice's tightly hooded head.  Yes, she could picture herself as if in a comic strip.  A text balloon was penciled in over her head with the word "Huh?" in it, the question mark being three times the size of the other print.  Little vibration lines would be drawn near her cunt to show that the dildo was alive and sending its torments outward into her flesh.

The sensations were so complex.  Intense, overwhelming, frightening, painful.  It was hard enough for the woman to think, let alone describe the onslaught of sensations that was assaulting her sensitive pussy.  Screaming again into the gag, the muscles all over her body tensed as if in anticipation of the orgasm she felt ready to burst forth from her cunt.  Without cause or reasonable explanation the vibrations suddenly ceased.  Not slowly, but all at once, the vibrator powered down.

Janice was left gasping for air through the tiny holes in the hood over her nostrils.  She could feel saliva squishing between her flesh and the hood.  Her arms, held tightly behind her by the elbow band, hurt.  Damn it...yes her arms hurt, but she had to get that band down over her elbows so that it would be easier to crawl.  She knew how the band forced her shoulders back and how this caused her beautiful breasts to jut out in front of her.  She had only crawled a short distance and the pain it had induced in her bosoms was more than she would have imagined.  

Laying on her stomach still, and having recovered somewhat from the force of the vibrator, Janice began to struggle to free her elbows.  Tears leaked from her eyes, hidden from sight within the hood as she re-discovered what she had known each and every time she had bound herself in Piggy's gear.  Her bondage was inescapable.  In the past, this had been such a source of arousal.  In the past, she had reveled in this very same bondage, even to the point of having an orgasm without the aide of anything actually touching her cunt.  Just the strain of the bondage and the mental images and the words she had just read had been enough.

But not today.  Not now.  Suddenly she was frightened.  This was too much!  She had gone too far!  And now she was trapped, trapped until she reached the key.  Reluctantly giving up on ever freeing her elbows, Janice lurched forward, helped by her knees, towards the hallway.  Once through the door she was happy to feel the softness of the carpeting in the hallway.  The going would be much easier now and she felt she was making good time.  She should be feeling the coolness of the kitchen linoleum at any moment.

But she didn't.  She knew she had turned in the right direction, but she had been struggling forward for some time now and was still on the carpeted surface.  A little whine escaped her throat as she felt vibrations attacking her pussy again.  This was not the horrendous blast she had felt before, but was gentler.  Arousing, yes, but thankfully very gentle.

Crawling forward, her shoulders occasionally touching the walls, she inched her way onward.  The gentle vibrations deep inside of her were beginning to work on her.  The intensity had not increased, yet the sensations they created seemed to be almost building at a steady rate.  She was sure that Peggy would say they were linear.  Damned if she knew what that meant but she was positive she had heard the word used once before.  She pictured some graph with a line rising at a steady rate - up to infinity and beyond!  Yes, she had seen that movie and was now beginning to feel that she was losing it, thinking of cheesy movie lines to maintain her sanity.

Oh how she wished Peggy would come home.  Maybe she would come home for lunch!  Yes!  She would be hungry by now.  Had she packed a lunch?  Maybe she would simply eat out somewhere.  Janice knew the odds that the little tit-mouse would come home were slim, and she resigned herself to continuing her agonizing crawl towards the garage.

By this time, Janice was covered in sweat.  With great joy, she felt the cool linoleum floor beneath her tortured breasts.  Her joy was short lived, though, as her sweaty breasts were pulled viciously by the smoothness of the floor.  Remembering the passages from Piggy's pages, Janice moved her knees up and forced her body up and onto its side and then allowed herself to fall over onto her back with a thud.  Dazed slightly, Janice lay still for a moment and yes, her legs fell apart, displaying to anyone fortunate enough to happen across her, her lovely smoothly shaved pussy - the crotch strap buried within its folds holding firmly in place the largest vibrator the bound woman had ever seen.

With no warning that very same vibrator sprung to life.  It hummed away with such intensity that Janice thought it had some sort of propulsion system that was straining to propel it out of its captivity.  But that was not going to happen with the crotch strap locked securely in place.  The previous linear plane of arousal that had sensitized Janice's pussy now would be depicted on the graph as a very heavy vertical line.  The orgasm that shook Janice to the core would have appeared as a big yellow sun, bursting and sending spikes of radiant light and heat across the lines of the graph, destroying any evidence of how the arousal had reached such a zenith in the first place.

Janice bucked and twisted in her bondage, unable to stop the monster from its torture, and unable to control her own responses to it.  Both her body and the monster were on auto-pilot.  Long after the actual vibration stopped, Janice lay twitching and gasping for air through the tiny holes in the hood.

Time ceased to exist for the orgasmic woman, only space remained.  Through the clouds of ecstasy, Janice knew her quest for freedom remained.  It didn't matter to her any more how long it took.  She had all day.  What mattered was that she continue onward.

Still on her back, the sweating woman struggled to propel herself towards the garage door.  She knew she didn't have far to go, measuring now in space and not in time.  Her head hit the edge of the counter that separated the kitchen from the dinette, and she knew she was a third of the way to the door.  She pictured the space, it was not that great, and that brought her some degree of hope.

For the first time she began to pay attention to the songs coming through the little ear buds held tightly inside her ear canals.  The songs were all from her CD collection.  Had Piggy been in her room?  Hah, that was a laugh.  Here Piggy had been so indignant about her space being violated when she had in turn invaded hers!  But still, it meant that she was, at least, enjoying the music.  

Somewhere, way back in her cloudy brain, a thought was germinating that the music had been somehow tailored for her.  Oh shit, that was ridiculous. Why would she even do that, unless...no, no, not going there.  Going to the garage, that's where she was going.  Going to get the keys.  Definitely not going to think about Piggy's choice in music.  Definitely not going to think that Piggy had somehow known that she would be listening to that music on her little MP3 player.  The little MP3 player that was clipped to the front of the posture collar locked around her neck.  No, no, not going there.

But the panic had already taken its grip on Janice.  There was no way in hell that what she was thinking could be true.  The bound woman re-doubled her efforts to cross the kitchen, knowing she was getting very close to her goal.  The strain and the pain that her lurching gyrations caused her barely registered now as the panic began to consume her every thought.  

Thud!  Janice's leather covered head struck a wall.  She thought for a second and moved to her left just a little and inched forward again.  Nothing.  That was good!  Inching forward more, she felt something solid, yet not solid.  It was the screen door leading out to the garage.  There was one step, and she knew she wouldn't want to go down on her back, so with some effort she flipped over onto her stomach again - the effort pulling on every part of her bondage.  But it was worth it as she happily struggled to push her way through the doorway and allowed her body to flop down to the hot cement floor.

*****
And hot it was.  If it was 85F degrees outside it was 110F degrees inside.  Sweat oozed from every pore in her body as Janice inched her way across the dirty garage floor towards the keys.  Bringing her knee up one last time, she flipped onto her back so that she could feel around with her fingers beneath her.  Her finger grazed something metallic and she searched until she touched it again.  A key!

Excitedly, she turned the key in her fingers until she had the proper alignment and inserted it into the keyhole.  It didn't turn!  Damn-it!  She tried and tried again, but it was not the correct key.  Knowing the other keys were nearby, she began to search again, holding onto the key she had already tried so that she wouldn't lose it.

God it was hot!  Breathing had become a task unto itself!  The heat was stifling and inside the tight leather hood it felt as though her brain was in an oven.  Metal!  Another key...the second key...didn't seem to work either.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  At least the next one would work!

Now time had returned to her vocabulary.  Space?  All of the space she needed was right here, right where her fingers searched below her for the last remaining key.  Now it was time.  The heat, the pain, the agony, the arousal...it was time to end this nightmare.  There was no way she was the beautiful Janice any more.  Beautiful bound Janice, with breasts so firm and milky white, with skin so smooth and unblemished.  No, that Janice had been replaced with a frantic Janice, covered in sweat and grime and dirt and grease.  This Janice wanted to find the last...metal!  She had found it at last.  She lay still for a second, letting her breathing catch up to her demand for oxygen, the remaining key grasped firmly in her hand.

Time.  A very inopportune time for the fucking vibrator to call attention to itself!  But it was.  Why?  Why now?  Janice struggled with the key to align it, to press it home, to turn it.  Her back arched as the vibrations distracted her, driving her relentlessly towards a goal she no longer sought.  The key slipping from her cramping fingers went un-noticed as her overheated body was enveloped in yet another climactic orgasm.  She fought it, oh did she put up a struggle to avoid it.  But it was a loosing battle from the onset, trapped within the tightness of the straps and chains, she succumbed to the violent vibrations and lost herself in the abyss.

"Janice sweetie."

Time.  Oh yeah, time to go back to bed.

"Janice, are you conscious?"

Time.  Time to find that last key.  It was in her fingers, but now it wasn't. Must search again.  Must find it again.

"Janice!  Wake up!"

The voice jolted the exhausted woman to awareness.

"Peggy!" Janice shouted through her gag.  "In the garage!"  She knew that the noises coming from within her gagged mouth would not be heard or understood, but the important thing is that she had heard Peggy!  She had to be nearby!

"Oh good, I see you're awake."

Confusion shrouded her mind.  Peggy's voice was coming from within her head!  She was insane!  No...the ear buds!  Peggy was talking to her through the ear buds...but how?

"Settle down now sweetie...there you go, just listen."

Janice lay still except for the rise and fall of her chest as she continued to struggle for air.

"None of those keys will work, you silly girl, so just save your energy for when you'll need it next."

What was she talking about?  The keys don't work?

"You'll be happy to know that I've moved all of my things out of your house while you've had your fun.  You can keep the deposit."

Janice struggled to find the key, knowing that the little slug was fucking with her and that that last key would surely open the lock.

"I'll be going back to L.A. now.  I have a really beautiful house just north of the city.  It's on the beach, hey, you should come out and visit some time.  This dump would fit inside my pool house.  You see, the company I came out here to visit is my own, PIT stands for Peggy Iverson Technical.  We make all sorts of electronic devices, one of which you have strapped inside your cunt.  That's actually manufactured under another name, but it's my invention.  It activated via a pressure sensor in the end as soon as you pulled that crotch strap tight.  I already had it set to a random setting.  Did you enjoy it?"

Janice shook her head.  Hell no she didn't enjoy it!

"Oh come on.  Anyway, I came out here to install a new high-tech security system at Chesterfield's.  I met the owners a year ago at a resort in Mexico and have been friends with them since.  Really nice people.  I saw you working, you know, waiting tables, when I first came to the restaurant to work out the details of the job with Jason.  A lot of really bad memories came back to me when I saw you, I have to admit that."

"No Peggy...please...I'm sorry!" Janice cried, her pleas helplessly muffled.

"I'm sorry sweetie, you can hear me but I can't hear you.  In fact I'm not even in the house, I'm sitting in my air-conditioned limo parked out in the driveway.  Oh, there goes the van with all of my stuff, you know the important stuff like my stuffed animals.  Just a little background for you, oh I know it's dreadfully hot in that garage, but you'll be out of there soon, so just listen now."

Janice stopped her struggling and simply lay quietly, breathing and listening to her former classmate.

"After I got my Master's degree in electronics the first thing I invented was a wireless nanny-cam that feeds live images to a web-site on the Internet.  Six months later I had earned my first million dollars.  After purchasing the system, which can be hidden in any stuffed animal, the owners of my nanny-cam can pay a small fee to watch the feed via the Internet.  You'll see how that works when you get free.  Yes, yes, I've been recording everything you do in your house since the day I got there.  I had nanny-cams all over that house, tucked safely away in my precious little animals.  I have one in the garage right now on the shelf where the toolbox is.  You can have that one."

Janice's mind reeled at the revelations.  There were cameras in those stupid animals?

"I have all of your steamy adventures right here with me, safely stored on my PIT flash drive.  Oh, those have made another two million dollars for me easily.  But getting back to your adventures...I'm going to do a little compilation of your training and eventual destruction and post it to an Internet site called screwmyex.com/  Can you remember that?  It's a site where people normally post embarrassing videos and pictures of their former spouses or boyfriends or girlfriends, you know, just to get back at them?  I'll send you a link just in case you forget."

There was a brief silence and then Peggy's voice returned.  "So getting back to what I refer to as your destruction.  Can you still hear me?  Lift your knee if you can."

Obediently, Janice lifted her knee.

"Good girl, you're so well trained.  As I said, the keys won't work on your locks.  The only key that will work is out back.  Not to worry, it's going to be easy to get to it.  You know that big brass basin you have out there?  I think you used it as a fire pit but I've gotten it all cleaned up and polished for you.  Well if you maneuver yourself right into the middle of that thing you'll be able to reach a string that is attached to the key.  Just pull real hard and you'll get what you want.  But I have to tell you, there's a time limit on this.  I know it's your birthday this coming Tuesday, so I went to the trouble of inviting some people over to celebrate at 4:00.  You took a little longer to get to the garage than I had anticipated so I'm sorry to tell you that it's already 3:00, so you'll have to move sort of fast, understand?"

Janice's mind was numb.  Invited people over? One hour?

"Lift your knee again if you understand, sweetie."

Janice numbly lifted her knee.  

"Good girl.  Now the back door to the garage is ajar, you just have to push it.  Then it's not that far to the big bowl thing, whatever that thing is.  Just so you know, I invited your family, mom, dad, and both brothers.  I invited Jason Chesterfield and his son Richard.  I think you may have seen Richard around the restaurant recently.  He's in his mid 30's, a really handsome man, single too, in case you're interested.  And let's see, a few of the girls that you work with.  Not to spoil the surprise, they're all meeting at the restaurant and then coming over here together.  I wouldn't want one person to come and find you and spoil it for the others, you know, in case you take too long to get to that key.  I have a sign on the front door telling everyone to come around back, but I'm sure you'll be free by then and can take the sign down."

Janice felt like puking, but the gag in her mouth forced her to swallow the bile.

"Well that about covers it.  I guess I'll be on my way.  I'll get to watch you of course, I have a couple of cameras in the back yard so I won't miss a thing.  Bye now, and don't take too long getting to that string. And by the way, the diary was completely fictitious but so very fun to write."

Music returned to Janice's earbuds as a stream of urine flowed freely from between her legs.  She was so fucked!

Kicking with her bent legs, Janice scooted on her back across the hard dirty garage floor towards the door.  Being totally in the dark didn't help, but she knew the layout of the garage and knew she was headed in the right direction.  A few minutes later she bumped into something and felt a rake fall across her body.  Good!  The rake is kept just to the right of the door.  Janice scooted over and pushed against something hard, felt it give, and then felt cooler air brush over her over-heated body.  With a god-awful groan, she flipped onto her stomach to maneuver her way out of the garage.  As Peggy had said, the brass basin was pretty close to the garage and she found it without much difficulty.  Crawling over the raised rim of the basin was not that easy and the action pulled viciously on her swollen nipples.  But once inside the basin she felt that her torment was finally nearing an end.

Janice rested for a brief moment, knowing she had to get the key and release herself.  The large brass basin was actually pretty hot, but she hoped that a little rest would help her regain some strength.  Even with the key it would take at least five minutes to get out of the hood, collar, straps, and belts. Then another fifteen minutes to shower.  What was she going to feed these people? Where were they all going to sit?  She didn't want the Chesterfields seeing her rundown little house.  How embarrassing will that be?  Well, not as embarrassing as having them find her as she was!

The bound woman began to probe above her with her fingers. She didn't feel anything.  Was the little bitch fucking with her again?  Oh, there was something.  She strained her arms higher, crying out at the pain that the action caused her.  Yes, a string.  She grasped it with her fingers and tugged. Nothing.  Again, she found the string, held on tight and tugged.  It came free and Janice felt a horrendous splash as five gallons of vegetable oil fell from a large cardboard container that Peggy had suspended above the brass basin.  The oil instantly covered Janice from head to foot, making her body slick and the basin slicker.  Shocked, Janice tried to wiggle up the side of the basin but slid back down.  She struggled, using her bent knees, to get up on her side to flip over the edge, but slid back and fell onto her back.  Now she was exhausted and could barely move with her arms pinned beneath her.  She continued to struggle, the front of her body completely covered with the slick oil, giving her well-toned muscles an incredible sheen and making her nakedness and bondage so very erotic!

Peggy observed all of this on her computer monitor as her limo pulled away.  She pressed a button on her remote and watched as Janice's tightly bound and naked body thrashed around in the oily basin, the vibrator filling her cunt having just been adjusted to its highest setting.  She looked out the window and saw four cars coming around the corner, heading towards Janice's house.

This was going to make for some very fine video!  Very fine, indeed.

The End


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