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Chapter 9: Agnes abduction

During the afternoon of the same day, in front of the shop"La Corseteria" Later, Agnes will admit that she has been fooled. She didn't expect what to happen. But let her speak, let her tell her abduction... I had recognized the corset Jennifer Miller wore in that movie. But I wasn't sure. I like to wear corsets, sometimes and I am familiar with the different manufacturers. I though I knew the hand of that old corset-maker become a SM shop.
In that old Lyon district, the boutique was not changed since the end of XIX century.
Outside. But inside, ... the bourgeoises of Lyon would run off.
The shop had few displayed model: the webstore probably providing the main turnover. But there were manything to offend the nice women of Lyon: cages, fetish dress, a nice collection of whips and crops put in display in the back of the store.
I introduced myself to the manager, a bit precious. No, he didn't know. He didn't keep traces of his customers. Really he was sorry.
I didn't believe a single word of it. But because I was here I decided to have some pleasures, I decided to try the model. Too short for my liking, it didn't lean on the hip, nor on the rib cage. It was probably painful to wear it during a long time.
Less painful in fact, that the thing going down from the ceiling: the bastard was gasing me. The fitting room was equipped for that and it had probably used to kidnap poor victims. I felt dizzy, I smelled the sickly sweet odour of the gas. I understood and I pounced on my handbag, on my arm. I fell to my knees.
Too late...



Something was grating my knees, something was strangling me, something was pushing my buttocks. That woke me. And I fell down into the trunk of my car. Before he closed it, I could see the bastard smiling.
He had wrapped my head with a plastic film. I was gagged and my ankles were tied on my boots ( too tigh with a zip, there was no way slipping them). My wrists were also tied, in my back and linked to a slipknot around my neck. I arched my back to release the tension of the rope and tried to calm down my panic-striken breathing.
The car traveled for a long time. Too much time.
Finally it stopped and my kidnapper threw me to the ground.
- Tomorrow, this pleasant machine is going to be delivered to Collector . He was chuckling, while he tied me on the machine. - You are recruited as a demonstrator !
My joints were already protesting (now I'm not very supple) when he finished fixing collae, cuffs and metal bely. He chattered all the time, with his high-pitched voice, explaining every thing. - The handle is used for the neck and the waist. Honey, it will tighten a bit. You are going to be wasp-waisted. But there's no danger of you stinging, Will you do, darling. To tighten a bit ? The bastard didn't pull his punches and I felt the steel belt biting my belly then the collar strangling my neck. A bit.

- I am going to show you how it works. With the compressed air, the dildos swell and extend. I can adjust the rythm, the time of working. Look ! The thing surprised me. It inflated in front of my eyes. I jumped. Then he put the thongs in place. First in my mouth, then into my sex, my anus and on my clitoris. And he left me here - mmmgh... nghevghe...nghez
		- See you tomorrow morning, darling! Have fun.

I heard my car starting up, the warehouse doors closing.

And I waited for.

And that began.

At each new cycle, I was feeling I was going to burst. It inflated in my mouth, it pushed back my tongue, it nearly touched my uvula. Down... it was the same, like two fists sinking into me, dilating me. And the vibrator vibrating on my clitoris

It stopped and started again.

When the first light of dawn poorly lighted up the warehouse, I was exhausted. The horrible machine forced me to have orgasms (orgasm ?). But my womb, my anus and my mouth were burning hot, irrtated, completely gaping. Cramps knifed my legs, my arms. And my back... I felt it was broken.

The compressed hair has ended up lacking, I don't know when. But the dildos were still here, deeply pushed in all my orifices. I think I fell in a bad sleep. A little.

He was back . I had heard a car, then "Are you fine ?". A big motor ( a tractor ?) had been started then stopped.
- But the slut is all wet. Like all the sluts. You put a big thing into their holes and they drip. The little cylinder is for the journey. You will not get bored.

Well, the crate has to be prepared. Ah... The little card. I parted one eyes. And I screamed, I jolted inside the shackles despite my exhaustion. A clip then a second crocodile clip was crushing my nipples. "With the compliments of Corseteria " The blows from the hammer were ringing out in my head, the dildos were ploughing me, the clips are bitting me. I closed my eyes, searching a regular breathing, trying to turn my mind back on... that. - The vinyl sheets are to avoid damp. Well, it's a bit airtight. So don't breath too fast.

- Ah... The nice guy is here and he's going to drive you to your destination.
Yes, yes, young boy. It's ready. You can take it. Inside a pain fog, I felt that the crate was lifted up. That it was put down.

The light disapeared in the bang of the truck doors. I wanted to meet Collector, I could be proud of me: I was going to meet him soon.

to be continued...