PARKING TICKET

  Jill was twenty two, a plain mousy brown girl of five feet four inches. She wore a baggy green jacket with PARKING ENFORCEMENT OFFICER on the back. The hood of the garment covered up her company name on the back of her jacket. She was a little short sighted and wore glasses. 
  It was company policy to ticket the roads just outside their jurisdiction in the hope that they could trick people into paying the parking fines. She looked at the car parked on the curb. The word tank was a better description-it looked like the offspring of a stretched limo and a challenger tank it had the number plat DOM1. Well its wheel was parked up just brushing the curb and Jill had a quota to reach.
  She quickly checked-out the street. She couldn’t see anyone. The vehicle had black windows and she wasn’t even sure if anyone was in there. Nervously Jill walked up to the car, she looked at the bumpers/grill on the front. It was one solid piece of intimidating stainless steel it looked like a cross between a battering ram and a steel gate something that could casually push elephants aside. Jill’s heart fluttered, she reached out. The wheels of the car came up to her shoulders. They looked like they could crush a monster truck and the hubcaps were ornate steel shields. The tip of the ticket touched the gloss black paintwork. The cab of the car exploded. The top of the door hinged upwards, the bottom of the door swung downwards and a ladder extended from it another two feet.
  The most intimidating woman Jill had ever seen jumped out of the cab of the car. Jill estimated the woman was six foot eight she was a mix of African and South American blood with a dark skin colour. She wore two inch heeled ankle boots, they were patent black leather with brass chains and spurs on the back. 
  The woman wore black fishnet stockings up to a pair of leather short shorts that were very tight. She had a chain for a belt with a big padlock in the centre and wore a very tight leather top which showed a lot of cleavage. A pair of breasts like cannon balls strained to escape from the top one shoulder was edged in chain, the other in screw on spikes she wore a choker ending in a big ring at the front. The woman wore fingerless gloves up to her elbows they had rivets over the knuckles and down the back she wore a chauffeur’s hat and a pair of mirrored glasses. On her right ear were three ear rings through her nose was another. On her left bicep was an angel on her right was a demon. The woman was a body builder she was buff-hard muscle everywhere.
  She practically growled at Jill;
    “Take it back.”
  Jill swallowed;
    “Its company policy! I can’t cancel it now.”
    “Bad for you, very bad, the last mistake you make.”
  The woman pulled a small remote from her belt there was a dull click. Jill looked at the cctv camera’s on the street suddenly they seemed to power down and point elsewhere. Jill was alarmed! The woman moved forwards but Jill backed away, she reached with shaking fingers for her mobile. With horror she noticed that she had no signal. The woman moved with a speed that Jill could not believe. Jill felt the slap, it was too quick for her to see and sent her spinning her glasses were knocked off on to the ground.
    “Please don’t!” Jill begged, she tried to get up. The woman crushed Jill’s glasses under her heel. The world was already blurred. Jill felt rather than saw the woman’s boot swing over and push against her head. Jill was on the floor on her back. Her head was swimming, her vision blurring. 
  Jill tried to get up again, tried to beg. The woman slapped her again. Jill screamed in pain. The woman bent down. Jill saw the leather shorts and the woman’s crotch heading towards her face. She tried to scram only to have her entire face smothered in the psycho’s groin. The woman clamped her thighs’ tightly shut and Jill could not breath. She tried to struggle but she was outmatched. The grip around her face got tighter. Jill found herself pressed up against sweaty leather-the woman’s shorts were pressed tight around her nose and mouth. Jill felt a burning sensation, she was trying to breathe, her lungs needed air. Oh god she thought this psycho bitch is going to kill me she struggled as much as she could the woman laughed. 
  Jill felt her legs and arms become dead weight her lungs burned more and more. She tried pulling against the woman’s iron grip but Jill was so weak. She could feel her brain shutting down, her thoughts getting smaller, darker with fuzziness around the edges.
  Her limbs were getting weaker, Jill felt her body shutting down. Her mind was numb. The fire in her chest was gone, her vision went to nothing her body shook and stopped. Then Jill felt herself pulled back a little there was the sensation of lips on hers then hands pushing just below her breasts. Jill felt the sensation of lips locked on hers, breathing life into her then hands on her chest pushing until her ribs creaked. Then there were powerful lips pressed aggressively against hers, her head cradled then more compressions. Jill gasped taking in a breath, Jill saw the woman over her.
  Jill took in her surroundings she was on the floor in the road on her back the woman was straddling her. Jill realised that her jacket had been pulled apart so the woman could perform CPR. The woman checked Jill’s pulse and then stood up. It took a minute to sink in Jill had been suffocated then resuscitated  by this psycho bitch.     
    “Please let me go…” Jill tried to speak but a gloved hand clamped over her mouth. 
    “Silence! Know your place slave, your life is my Mistress’s now!”
  The psycho pulled Jill’s shoes and socks off then her trousers and panties, Jill tried to struggle only to be spanked across her ass. Jill didn’t even try to struggle as her jacket was pulled off then her shirt and bra. The woman balled Jill’s socks up then turned her panties inside out and wrapped them around her socks making a tight bundle.
  Jill hardly made a sound as the disgusting mass was pushed tight between her lips. The psycho used her thumbs to push the bundle in hard and deep. The woman walked over to the car and pulled the parking ticked free. She grinned as she plastered it tightly over Jill’s lips. The adhesives on the parking tickets were very strong. There were lots of complaints of them literally pulling the paint work off cars!
  Jill could already feel a tingling sensation over her lips. Jill was picked up bodily and thrown into the cavernous interior of the vehicle. Jill watched as the woman picked up her clothes and other possessions and shoved them in a dumpster, the door to the vehicle closed with an ominous click blocking out all natural light. 
  The psycho proceeded to walk over to a back section of the vehicle with lots of storage area’s like a set of lockers or cupboards built into the inside of the vehicle. She opened a locker, various terrifying items fell to the floor the woman grinned and advanced on Jill, picking up a black bundle of material.
  It looked like a black leather jacket too small for Jill’s body. With a startled expression Jill realised it was a black leather straitjacket! She shook her head. She tried to beg through her gag. She was pulled up off the floor and her right arm was forced into the straitjacket sleeve. 
  The leather was thick and heavy but worn and work-scratched and wrinkled, Jill could only guess at the number of frightened women that had been bundled up inside the dark leather’s embrace! Her fingers didn’t have wiggle room, her left arm was pushed into the jacket and the woman shook it to get it higher up Jill’s arms, then she was pushed onto the floor. 
  She felt the woman’s knee in the small of her back. The psycho worked quickly, threading a leather thong through eyelets at the back of the jacket, pulling with all her strength. 
  Jill felt the air leave her lungs as the laces up the back of the jacket grew tighter, the gap was two inches then one inch then it was gone. The dominatrix knotted the laces then pulled a zip over them. The woman grabbed Jill’s leather encased arms and pulled them behind her back. Her shoulders clicked and protested as her arms were pulled into place Jill was flipped over and the ends of the jacket sleeves were buckled in front of her, her arms were held so tight from the front it looked like they were amputated, her chest and torso were stiff and ridged like they were inside a corset, she was forced to take shallow gasping breaths one after another. Her hips and ass, her pert little breasts were accentuated but she could hardly appreciate that.
  The psycho started to molest Jill. She kissed her along the jaw and the neck and her right hand began to massage Jill’s breasts through the tight leather. Her left hand disappeared between Jill’s legs. The woman stroked her gently then harder. One finger worked its way into Jill’s pussy then two then three then four. Jill felt the woman’s hands becoming slick with her own juices then the woman’s thumb disappeared into Jill’s bottom it was humiliating as she responded like a slut. She moaned into her tight gag as the woman worked faster and faster, she realised she was submissively kneeling on the floor with her knee‘s spread wide.
  The psycho brought something out and waved it in front of Jill’s eyes. Out of a sexual daze she saw the silvery object it was quite large shaped like a pear or an old light bulb maybe three inches wide and six inches long with a sort of key in the base. Jill felt the woman remove her hand from between her legs and replace it with the rigged, steel device. 
  Jill felt the silver object work between her moist lips. She started to pant into her gag. She was getting more and more excited-she blushed a deep crimson. The steel invader went in and out of her pussy it was cold but warming up. The psycho got one finger in her bottom then two then three. Just as Jill was about to come the woman pulled the plug out off her and jammed it home between her buttocks. Jill was shocked the plug was so large and still a little cold. The woman pushed & in it went!   
  Jill’s lust turned to pain. Her body went limp, collapsing on the floor. The psycho turned the screw the petals extended the plug expanded. Jill wordlessly screamed as her backside was violated. The woman turned the screw again the pain the violation was too much-she started to cry. The psycho turned it once more then pulled the plug handle out leaving the steel plug locked in her ass.
  Jill felt her legs numb, her bottom was on fire, her jaw was numb and her arms were numb. The psycho recovered a piece of black oil-like rubber. Jill looked at it, it was far to small to be anything a human could wear . The woman used her brute strength to force the garment over Jill’s ankles and up her legs . Another tug and the skin tight Rubber diaper was plastered over Jill’s crotch. She guessed she they didn’t want her making a mess. The woman had the pleasure of applying the crotch strap tight cutting into Jill’s pussy and driving the plug further into her poor bottom-the rubber gave her ass some sexy curves!
  The woman looked at Jill for a second then pulled the crotch strap even tighter buckling it in place, further accentuating her poor bottom.
  The psycho was grinning as she showed Jill a pair of solid ankle shackles they were made of a thick bronze metal, intricate with a short, sturdy chain. Jill found herself pushed to the ground on her back-she didn’t know what was going on as her right ankle was cuffed then dragged back up her body. With a lot of pushing the woman managed to get Jill’s right ankle behind her head. Jill realised where it was going as her left leg was pulled up over her shoulder behind her neck and locked into place she was now a helpless folded bundle so tightly bound all she could do was wiggle her toes. The next instant the psycho pushed her big toes together and pulled a zip tie tight around them, zipping it shut with satisfaction. The psycho picked up Jill like a sack of potatoes and carried her into the back of the vehicle.

Jill saw the Mistress of the vehicle, a small oriental woman less than five foot 4 in four inch white heels a business suite made out of white latex, she was in her early thirties. The woman looked like a porcelain doll. She paused from looking at her tablet and sipping her tea. She looked at Jill like she was nothing and dismissively waved the psycho away. Jill was bundled into the other part of the vehicle onto the floor.
  The woman had more items in her hands. There was a leather panel and a bundle of straps the psycho positioned the Panel gag over Jill’s mouth then there was a thick broad strap done up behind Jill’s head compressing the mass of panties and socks deep into her jaws. The panel went from just under her nose to just above her chin it was thick and heavy, straps went under Jill’s chin then linked to a strap which went around her neck. A Y shaped strap went over her nose, cut into her forehead then joined the main strap behind her head. Every strap was tightened until it was practically drawing blood.
  Rubber ear plugs were pushed home then the psycho showed Jill the next item a bundle of intimidating rubber. Jill was kissed on the cheek then a thick Rubber hood was stretched over her head. She panicked for a second as her nose was covered up. Rubber tubes were pushed into her nostrils. Then with a little adjusting the hood was in place and she could breathe through the nose holes but all she could smell was rubber.
  Jill felt another layer being added on top of the rubber. She could hear the material creaking it was a Leather hood complete overkill on top of all the other restraints. It was carefully positioned then her head was squeezed in a leather vice as the laces at the back of the hood were drawn tight. Then they were knotted then four of five heavy straps were buckled tight over the laces then a zip was drawn down the back of the hood sealing it completely.

  Jill felt her body being picked up then she was dropped into the locker that the restraints had come out of. Sealed with a click of a lock into darkness into whatever fate only the mistress in the back of the vehicle knew. She was amazed to find her nipples hard and her pussy slick and wet at her treatment. She tried to struggle, the crotch strap went deeper but it wasn’t enough. Then the engine motor started up the vibration of the vehicle was something but not quite enough in silent frustration she lay folded up like a forgotten toy as the vehicle drove away to a destination unknown.