Tourist Trap

In a large dimly lit basement room two people were conversing, it was a very one sided conversation the person standing exercised her ability to move, the person sitting had no options and sat unable to move fixed to the chair. The room incorporated a large wooden desk it was fairly fancy and ornate the sort of desk that a reasonably important government official might sit behind. The room had a feel halfway between an office and an interrogation chamber, there was a large almost menacing book on the desk bound in red fabric. There was a rather ornate pen next to it on a wooden stand several books and files lay on the desk stacked neatly. There were two or three filing cabinets tucked into one corner of the room it was hard to tell in the corner away from the light. The rest of the space was not quite so homely in fact the opposite could be said to be true.

On one wall was a poster containing an image of a naked woman, there were instructions displayed on how to cause the maximum pain with various implements without causing any long term damage. There was a rack on one wall filled with implements of torture and discipline crops and whips and canes they all looked very well broken in. On the opposite wall was a selection of steel restrains from fully linked sets of ankle wrist and waist chains to unusual handcuffs of every cruel and unusual configuration that could twist a captives limbs in all directions. In one corner of the room was what looked like a medical bed it had a tray of gynecological tools near it there were various lotions and ointments who's uses were best left to the imagination.

There was what looked like a black leather full body binding sack hanging from the ceiling, there was no one in it at the current moment. In one corner was a peculiar small cage. If a woman adopted a lotus potion with her arms behind her she just might fit into it but only just, then it would leave her head sticking out. There were other black and Grey wooden and metal boxes full of unspeakable implements of torture littered around the room in a half organized way. 

There was what looked like a dark brown steamer trunk in one corner, several cables leads from it to plug sockets. There was what appeared to be a low buzzing coming from the trunk a sort of low heavily gagged moaning could also be heard if one got really close to it. There were several spotlight mounted around the room that could be manually turned into whatever direction the interrogator pleased.

The woman in charge of this room this interrogation was a fiery looking Asian woman, she was in her late to mid twenties. She had a dark green hat it had a short black bill at the bottom then a gold knotted fabric covering the bottom of it a red band encircled the middle of the had and it continued into a wide rim the center of it was decorated with a gold and silver star shaped badge edged in more red. She had long black raven hair lustrous in look, it was held into a pony tail. But with further black bands holding it together in the middle so that there was no chance it could come lose. She had a stern look but full pouting lips and a elegant poise about her. She wore a long dark green trench coat that was undone it aced more like a cape than a coat in this format. She wore a very tight green shirt it was slightly lighter than her coat and hat. The shirt was decorated with large ornate buttons a high formal collar with additional red accents around the collar, like stripes gold and red panels were emblazoned on the shirt over her quite significant bosom. 

She had a wide thick black belt various implements hung form it in neat little brown leather pouches. She wore a short red skirt that must have covered the bare minimum by about an inch or two. She wore a very fine pair of black silk stockings over her very fine pair of legs. The woman must have been only five foot three but she projected a far more dominating presence the mid calf length black four inch stiletto heeled boots, they really added to her menacing presence making her both seem seductive and dangerous. 

She was like a black widow spider that had neatly wrapped up her prey and was now deciding what exactly she was going to do with her. Her victim was a six foot two Nordic blue eyed blond woman wrapped in so much black rubber she squeaked when she breathed in and out. She looked terrified and yet with a certain expectancy in her eyes. Her captor held a little riding crop it darted through the air with speed and accuracy striking the bound woman on the soles of her feet eliciting a muffled cry.

The interrogator grinned cruelly “Silly little Girl why did you come to our country?” there was a bucket of water on the floor a black hose went from the bucket to a foot pump on the floor and from there it connected to the bound prisoner. The interrogator put one foot forward the heel of her elegant boot gently traced around the edge of the foot pump she looked at the bound prisoner who looked back confused slowly the interrogator lowered her foot. There was a squelching rubbery sound then the whoosh of water traveling through a pipe. Suddenly the look on the prisoners face changed her body arched and spasmed her eyes went wide with confusion and panic and her head pulled back sharply. She cried into her gag in protest squirming and struggling against her bonds creating a chorus of squeaks form the thick rubber imprisoning her “MMMMMmmmmppphhhh?? A large rubber cylinder wedged between her teeth made sure that any response she made would be completely useless.

The interrogator ran her hands over the prisoners breasts squeezing and twisting them cruelly through the rubber, she looked her prey deep in the eyes and shrugged “Your not talking I guess you need some extra persuasion!” The interrogators dainty boot gently pressed down on the pump one then twice. The pump worked as it had before however the interrogator was a little disappointed in the reaction of her prisoner, who was not surprised by the sensation but moaned in discomfort nowhere nearly as loud as her first desperate squeals “Mmmmpphh!!” It was music to the interrogators ears she was sure that with the right stimulation she would get just what she wanted.

The interrogator gently traced her gloved fingertips over the rubber jacket from shoulder to hip, “How do you like your tight rubber uniform, different from what you thought you would be wearing on holiday isn't it.” The interrogators hand disappeared between her prisoners legs and started to squeeze tightly. The woman responded but under the gag it was hard to tell exactly what she was saying “mmmppphh!” wither she was begging for more or for the interrogator to stop was hard to tell. The interrogator kept squeezing her between the legs and played with her nipples with the other hand “i bet you had some slutty little outfits that were completely inappropriate, isn't it nice we decided to dress you properly.” At that comment the prisoner struggled against her restraints only managing to squeak in defiance as the tight rubber easily held her in place.

The interrogator stopped playing with her prisoners body for a second, she moved close so that her victim could feel her hot breathe on her skin. She spoke right in her ear “You were seen talking to the most disruptive of citizens the most disturbed of individuals ignorant dissidents, why were you talking to them?” The prisoner tried to answer thought the gag but it was pointless. The interrogators right hand reached over and grabbed her nose pinching it shut cutting off her breathing simultaneously her left hand gripped the prisoner tightly between her legs and started to rhythmically rub. The interrogator started to use her tong on the prisoners rubber encased breasts licking and sucking as her prey squirmed underneath her desperate for a sweet gasp of air “Mmppphh mmmppph mmpphh!” after what must have been almost a minute the interrogator let the prisoner gasp down a few breaths before clamping her nostrils shut again, she continued this little game until the prisoner was a squirming weeping mess struggling against the jacket and the interrogator.

The interrogator let her prey have a brief reprieve from her tender mercies. The prisoner gasped in lungfuls of delicious oxygen, her big round eye's nervously watching the interrogator. The interrogator cradled her prisoners head she ran a hot wet line with he tong up the prisoners face over her gag and her cheek. “You know you do look good in that tight rubber jacket, we fit all silly little girls with them its so tight and hot and no matter how much you squirm you wont get out.” The interrogator squeezed her around the waist tight and hard she grasped one of her nipples and twisted sharply “mmpppmmpphh mmmmmmmmmmppphhhh” she grinned “your body is like a musical instrument I can play with it as I chose.”

The interrogator released her throbbing nipple she started to run her hands over the captives rubber encased sides slowly sensually stroking her. “Maybe you like that jacket so much you misbehaved so we had to put you in it? You like the tight black rubber from your neck to your waist hugging your breasts don't you.” The interrogator ran her hands over the prisoners breasts to emphasis this point. “The high ridged collar makes sure that you can hardly turn your head, the crotch strap is so thick and wide buckled so tight that your practically cut in half.” Her hands moved down to press on the crotch strap causing her prisoner to moan “MMMmmmmppphhh” as she pulled it a fraction tighter, a hidden plug shifted inside giving the prisoner even more reason to squirm and buckle against her restraints.

The interrogator picked up a riding crop she dropped a few relatively gently blows along her prisoners right leg, she landed progressively heaver blows until she landed one on her prisoners tummy that rather stung. The interrogator questioned mockingly “you like me doing that? it doesn't matter what you like your arms are trapped in the jacket behind your back in the internal sleeves.”  She put down the crop and unbuckled a strap at the front of the jacket. For a fraction of a second the prisoner anticipated mercy then the interrogator yanked it two notches tighter she grinned “and I can make it tighter still just by pulling this strap. You will never get out with that locked heavy duty zip and seven two inch wide straps all clinched up nice and tight at the back your one helpless package.” The interrogator pulled the strap another two inches and buckled it in place, she picked up the crop and landed one precise blow on her prisoners left nipple. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhhh!” if it wasn't for the rubber straps holding her down the prisoner would have probably jumped several feet in the air from the stinging sensation.

The interrogator began to stroke her victims head she dug around in her pocket and pulled out a remote of some sort, “Of course things aren't dull for you, you have a nice set of plugs I can keep pumping up!” Fear crossed the prisoners eyes she pleaded silently the interrogator grinned “if you behave and answer my questions I pump the one in the front up and set it to vibrate.” The interrogator hit the remote and it started to vibrate, the prisoner seemed to really like that her body moved in rhythmic ways and she moaned in pleasure. She grinned evilly “if I don't like your answers well your not going to enjoy it much!” An electric jolt In the same place caused the prisoner to squeal into her gag “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppphhhhhhhh!” demonstrating that pleasure could quickly turn into pain and that the interrogator had all the cards.

The interrogator picked up her riding crop she gave the tourist a few gentle taps on her sensitive breasts to get her attention, “Of course I don't like your answers at the moment so I get to see you squirm. Of course with that rubber muzzle pump gag you cant make much noise, let me just get it a bit tighter” Despite the tourists desperate pleases and the shaking of her head the interrogator easily went to work tightening methodologically and slowly each strap on the muzzle harness. The interrogator put some sort of key in the front of the gag and turned it once. The cylinder of rubber inside her jaw seemed to extend forcing itself further back almost choking the pretty tourist. She squealed in agony as the straps cut into her flesh “mmmmmmmmmppppppppphhhh” The interrogator cupped her prisoners chin in her hands “good there we go I wouldn't want you to be able to beg to loudly.” The volume of her cries was indeed muffled with the more aggressive application of the gag. 

The interrogator walked over to her desk and removed an old fashioned alarm clock from her desk she looked at her pretty prisoner a wicked grin on her face, “I will give you a sporting chance if you can get of my office in the next minute you can go free.”
She set the clock down and it started to tick away a minute, the tourist started to manically struggle against her restraints. She created a chorus of rubber squeaks as she squealed and struggle pitifully against the rubber encasing her “mmmmppphhh.” After thirty seconds the interrogator looked at the clock she mocked her prisoner “go on just walk out the door”, the alarm went off the interrogator walked back to her prisoner stroking her face “you must like it hear.” She paused giggling to herself “I guess of course you cant get up because your strapped down to the metal fame chair, you have these thick rubber straps at ankle knee thigh toe waist chest and neck” as she mentioned the restraints she ran her gloved hands over them slowly she picked up a ping-pong paddle.

There was a bleeping noise as a timer went off on the desk, the interrogator stopped in her tracks she carelessly dropped the ping-pong paddle back to the table. Her entire demeanor changed as if a switch had been turned off suddenly she looked far more reasonable less predatory more relaxed. She sighed a little in relief she patted her prisoner on the shoulder, “OK that's it times up honey I have another client in ten minutes and I have to get you out of all this.” Her prisoner gave her a sour look as she was ruining the fantasy, the dominatrix known as the interrogator went to start loosening the straps the client looked at her in frustration and protest making a sad little gagged noise that was barely audible.

The client looked at her and begged she wanted to stay in her little rubbery prison to be teased and tormented spanked and played with. The dominatrix shook her head as the woman kept giving her the big puppy eye look, “stop looking at me like that I know you want a longer session.” The tourist manically nodded her head for all she was worth trying to convey her desires to sway the Dom into continuing there session well past the agreed time.

The dominatrix gained a bit of her character back she had a small grin looking deep into the tourists eyes. “I would have to lock you away in a cupboard while I take care of my last client of the day.” She paused letting that sink in, the tourist looked even more please she was a real masochist. “You would have to spend an hour tightly bound up” there was an excited look on the tourist face at the thought of spending another hour mercilessly secured in her tight rubber bondage. The dominatrix shrugged her shoulders she had a monitor attached to her client if there was any real trouble.

The dominatrix calculated how much extra effort was involved in this and how much more she could charge the tourist for the extended session. She looked at her again “really OK if its what you really want but its going to cost you extra you crazy tourist blink twice for yes.” The tourist blinked twice and the dominatrix made her preparations.

She pulled a thick tight rubber hood out of a draw the black rubber was pulled over the tourist head she made happy little mewing sounds as the dominatrix made it tighter over her head sealing her off from any light. The metal frame chair quickly convert to a simple trolley with the pulling of a few pins and latches. A handle near the bottom of the device was pulled releasing the wheel brake allowing her to easily move the chair about, a god send for her heavier clients. The dominatrix went over to a wall and pulled a poster on a board to one side she opened a compartment that looked like a safe it was quite small but would probably take a single bound victim. The trolley lowered then the tourist was pushed into the hatch in the wall. It was locked up tight the dominatrix pulled out the remote and switched the vibrator on, the tourist was left moaning happily struggling helplessly away in her little rubber world in an hour or so the dominatrix would complete her interrogation.