Arabella's Web

by pwm21
- do not use without the author's permission.


Part Four


I turned around at the sound of the crunch of stiletto on gravel, and saw that Arabella had just jumped from a cart. I almost said horse-drawn cart, but it was more a pony-drawn cart... with the pony being Sandra. My girlfriend was wearing a leather head harness which incorporated a bit-gag and blinkers (as well as a plume of feathers for a mane), a matching posture collar to keep her looking straight ahead and a full leather body harness - but otherwise naked apart from the pony hoof boots, pony tail butt plug and reins which passed through rings on the side of her head harness and down to clover clamps attached to her nipples. Her wrists and elbows were securely fastened behind her back, and loops on her waist belt attached her to the cart. She looked down at me with sadness in her eyes, and drooled on her gorgeous breasts.

Arabella, meanwhile, was wearing her usual mix of black leather and fishnet, but I didn't have time to take it all in before she grabbed my leash and pulled me to my feet. I struggled, but it was a token struggle since I knew that even if I did escape I wouldn't be able to get far before the collar zapped me. She tied my leash to the back of the cart without saying a word, and then she climbed back into the driver's seat and tugged the reins to the left - this caused Sandra's left breast to bounce as it was tugged upwards by the nipple clamp, and she obediently began to turn the cart around and I had no choice but to follow. Arabella then flicked her wrists to make both of Sandra's breasts jump, and Sandra yelped and walked forwards, pulling the cart with Arabella sitting on it. I was tempted to resist but I knew it would only end up hurting Sandra, so I meekly followed behind at the same pace, tugging slightly at the cuffs keeping my arms together behind my back, and trying to stay on my high heels.

My thoughts were still on escape, but I had no idea how I would achieve such a thing. I now knew that if I escaped on my own, I would be condemning Sandra and Cat to a horrible fate at the hands of Arabella... so, I would need to come up with a plan that would allow all three of us to get free. Unless... Cat had really betrayed us, in which case she might betray us again... I just didn't know who to believe. Arabella was certainly manipulating me... I just didn't know which way.

We soon arrived at the stables, and Arabella pulled on the reins to make Sandra stop (she even made a realistic whinnying sound into her gag, but I don't think it was on purpose). Arabella dismounted, untied my leash from the cart and led me into the stables where she tied the leash to a post in the middle of the building and then walked away again. I turned to watch Arabella lead Sandra and the cart out of sight, and then I looked around to see if there was some way out.

The leash's knot on the post was too high for my bound hands to reach, and also too high to allow me to kneel - I was forced to stand in the uncomfortable heels. There was nothing else that I could reach nearby either, but looking up I noticed that there was a shower head above me - I remembered Sandra's cold-water punishment, and shivered. I guessed that Arabella planned to give me a cold water shower when she returned.

It seemed like hours before she eventually returned. Hours of me standing in uncomfortable heels, wearing the muddy, slightly-torn remains of a latex catsuit, dreading the punishment that awaited me and wondering if she was spending the time punishing my friends. My legs ached, my arms ached, my jaw ached, my feet ached... I was genuinely relieved to see her, since it meant that I would at least know what was going on... and whilst she was punishing me, she couldn't be punishing Sandra and Cat... at least, not personally.

Arabella had changed her outfit. She was now wearing long leather gloves and boots, and nothing else - her piercings were clearly visible on her nipples, clitoris hood and labia, and I had trouble taking my eyes off them. She marched towards me, and I saw that she was holding a knife in her hand - I shrank back immediately but she grabbed the chain between my handcuffs and pulled me close.

"...waste of good latex..." she muttered to herself, as she quickly and methodically cut the muddy, tattered catsuit from my body.

I did my best to hide my nakedness, but she didn't comment on it. She removed my shoes and threw them into a dark corner of the stable, her face one of disgust. And then she removed the gag, at last, and I was about to speak when she turned on the cold water... and I screamed instead! It wasn't just cold, it was freezing cold - like being hit by millions of tiny razor-sharp shards of ice at high speed. I tried to run away from the water, but the leash kept me under it and there was nothing I could do except squeal and struggle.

As suddenly as it had started, it stopped and I was left standing in a puddle, shivering. Arabella threw a large, warm towel around me and rubbed me vigorously, all over. She seemed to ensure in particular that my breasts were dry, as well as my nether regions. I squeaked as the towel passed between my legs, but it was a very pleasantly soft towel and not as bad as it could have been. She threw the towel aside, untied my leash from the post and pulled me out of the stables and back inside the mansion - I kept an eye out for Sandra, but couldn't see her anywhere.

She marched at a very brisk pace and I struggled to keep up with her. I was still quite cold from my shower, and my hair was cold and damp on my shoulders. I knew that if I stumbled she would just keep on marching, dragging me behind her by my collar - luckily, I managed to stay upright (even though my wet, bare feet slipped on some of the polished floors) and followed her into one of the many bedrooms. She sat me on a chair in front of a dresser so I could see my reflection as she padlocked my handcuffs to the back of the chair. And then she brandished a hairbrush and proceeded to brush my hair - roughly. I squirmed as the hairbrush pulled at my long tresses, but she just tutted.

"Miss, Arabella, please..." I begged, but she just thwacked my arm with the back of the hairbrush for speaking out of turn.

Once my hair was brushed to her satisfaction, she sat on my lap and applied some makeup. I have to admit that she actually did an excellent job, although it was a bit too obviously-sexy for my tastes. I had another look in the mirror and revised 'obviously-sexy' to 'sluttish'.

"Now, pet," she said at last, glaring at me as if I was an errant child, "Are we going to do this next part the easy way or the hard way?"

"The easy way please, Miss," I said, having weighed up the various options and realising that playing along for the moment was probably in my best interests, at least until she stopped looking so angry.

"Good, pet," she said, without smiling, and picked out a black leather catsuit from the wardrobe.

I obediently helped as best I could as she pulled it up my legs. It was very tight, and didn't seem to have as much give as I was used to in other catsuits. I also noticed that the hands and feet ended with straps, a bit like a straitjacket, but I was well inside it before I began to question whether I should be quite so co-operative. Maybe she would ease off the punishment if I played along.

She attached the leash to the bed before removing the handcuffs from my wrists, and I obediently pushed my hands into the arm holes of the catsuit. And then I was in it, with four straps ready to be fastened, and the zip open from throat to groin. Arabella then bent my left arm at the elbow so my left hand was on my left shoulder, and fastened the left hand strap somewhere between my shoulderblades. She repeated the process with my right arm, and I quickly realised that I was helpless again - my hands trapped on my shoulders.

She then fetch a leather hood from the wardrobe and pulled it over my head - it was a bit of a struggle since it was very tight, but once it was on it covered my head and hair, but not my eyes and mouth. My mouth was taken care of immediately by her pushing a ring-gag between my teeth (which immediately got me drooling) and then she pulled a large gas-mask over my head. I struggled against the leather catsuit binding my arms, but there was nothing I could do - the gas-mask felt very claustrophobic, and it seemed to restrict my breathing a little. I could see out of the little windows, but not very clearly.

Arabella hadn't finished, however. I gasped with surprise (since my field of view was now limited by the gas-mask) when she attached clamps to my nipples! They weren't as painful as clover clamps, and they gave a little experimental buzz which felt verrrrrry nice. She then pushed something that was very well-lubed into my pussy (which also made me jump) and it turned out to be very long and wide too... I had to squirm around to accommodate it as she pushed it slowly inside me - it didn't feel sexy, the way she did it, it felt more clinical.

And then she pulled up the zip, sealing me inside the leather catsuit, and helped me to kneel on the floor. She fastened the leather straps at my feet to something just above my bum, keeping my legs effectively frog-tied. And then she helped me onto my elbows and knees, and I realised that she had tied me in the way Cat had some weeks before... I was now her helpless pet, walking on all fours, unable to do much else...

"Almost perfect," Arabella said, thoughtfully, "But there's just one thing missing."

She reached into the wardrobe for one last thing - a butt-plug with a tail on the end. My eyes widened when I saw it, and I began to beg as best I could into the ring-gag (and gas-mask) for her to reconsider her plans.

"Actually, pet," she smirked, "Cat told me about the time she tied you up in this way and tried to put a butt-plug in your ass. How you struggled... and how you were eventually rescued before she managed to finish the deed. Well... I'm very happy to say that there is no-one to rescue you this time. No-one to come to your aid. Both Sandra and Cat are very securely bound at the moment. So... come here... and we'll do this the easy way."

I shook my head and tried to run as fast as I could on my elbows and knees towards the door, but Arabella just took two steps and blocked my path. I veered away from her and headed towards the bed, aiming to hide underneath it, but she just grabbed my leash and pulled on it - I choked as the collar pulled tight around my neck, and I immediately stopped pulling away from her. She knelt on the floor beside me, the leash wrapped around one hand to stop me escaping, the other hand guiding the butt-plug towards my rear (where there was a handy hole in the leather catsuit for such intrusions).

I'd never had anything in my bottom, and I didn't want to start... but there was nothing I could do. I struggled, I squirmed, I cried, I sobbed... and then I felt it. Pushed against me, somewhere I never wanted to feel anything. And then it pushed harder, and felt very strange... very intrusive... and there was a moment of stretching... and a pop... and it was in. And I felt... full... Arabella released her grip, and I wriggled around on the floor, trying to push it out, trying to dislodge it, hating the feeling of this... thing... inside me. But... there was nothing I could do, despite my fierce struggling.

"You appear to be wagging your tail," Arabella smirked, "I'll take that as a 'thankyou' then."

I looked up at her through the little windows in the gas-mask and tried to glare as evilly as I could, but she just giggled and pulled me out of the room by the leash. Thankfully, she walked relatively slowly as I struggled to follow her. Every movement of my legs made me painfully aware of the two large invaders between them... and I had hoped that moving my legs would somehow begin to dislodge them, but I had no such luck.

She stopped in the middle of the corridor rather abruptly, and I stopped behind her and looked up at her.

"Stay," she ordered, letting go of the leash and walking away down the corridor.

The last thing I wanted was to be treated like a dog, even if I did slightly resemble one at that particular moment in time. And I was certainly not in the mood to do anything that Arabella said - not after she had put that butt-plug in my ass. I turned around and began to walk away from her, but then stopped as I was zapped by a very small electrical shock from the collar.

"Good pet," she smirked, as the electric shock forced my obedience, "Now come here."

I rolled my eyes but did as she said, walking over to her as best I could, trying to ignore the plug in my ass as it wiggled behind me, the tail waving from side to side. As I got to her, I suddenly felt a tingle in my nipples and pussy - the clamps and dildo were vibrating lightly, rewarding me for good behaviour. It felt... exquisite. Even the butt-plug didn't feel totally unwelcome, since it seemed to add to the effect of the vibrating dildo. A low groan escaped my gagged lips, but then the vibration stopped and I was back in the room.

"Good pet. Sit!"

I sat. Buzzzzzzzzzz. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

"Good pet. Lie down!"

I laid down. Buzzzzzzzzzz. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

"Good pet. Roll over!"

I rolled over. Buzzzzzzzzzz. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

"Good pet. Play dead!"

I played dead. Buzzzzzzzzzz. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

"Good pet. Beg for a treat!"

I was getting into the roleplay now, and quickly got back onto my elbows and knees before sitting back on my shins and looking up at her. She smirked and the clamps and vibrator buzzed on an even higher setting and I quickly found myself very, very aroused... I drooled, I squirmed, I looked up at Miss and I even felt my hips beginning to buck... which felt very strange with the plug in my ass, but it was not a total turn-off... and then the buzzing stopped as suddenly as it had begun. She removed the leash from my collar, and patted me on the head.

"Good pet. Heel!"

I obediently walked/crawled just behind her as she strode down the corridor. I drooled into the gas-mask as I moved, I felt the invaders wiggling inside me and I was temporarily distracted from all thoughts of escape. And then we arrived at the drawing room, and I finally saw Sandra and Cat again.

"Naughty girls!" Miss said, "I told you not to move!"

I looked up and saw that both Cat and Sandra were suspended from the ceiling. They were both naked and facing away from each other, with weights hanging down from their nipples. Their legs were stretched into the splits and their legs were also their only point of contact - they were dangling in the air, pussy to pussy, and had been rubbing against each other just as we entered the room.

"Stay," Miss said to me and I obeyed, and then watched her approach the two gagged girls and pull them away from each other (which was easy, given how well they were suspended), before letting go and letting them swing back towards each other and slam together... pussy to pussy... the impact really got them squirming and groaning, and the weights hanging from their nipple clamps continued to swing around for a long time afterwards.

Miss fetched a riding crop which was hanging by the fireplace, and began to get to work on their helpless bodies. She was clearly an expert with it, starting off on their least sensitive areas and building up to their more sensitive areas, and as she worked I felt a very low, teasing vibration inside my tight leather catsuit. I struggled against the catsuit at first, since Cat and Sandra were both watching me and wouldn't expect anything less, but as the riding crop swung faster through the air the vibrations increased in intensity and my struggles for freedom became writhings of pleasure, and I was soon making hollow moaning sounds inside the gas-mask as I rolled about on the floor in ecstacy.

Cat and Sandra both grunted in their gags as Miss cropped their nipples, making their nipple weights swing around beneath them. And then she pulled my two friends away from each other so she could crop their most sensitive areas before letting them slam together again. They were squirming to get away from their punishment, whilst I was squirming to get more stimulation... in the back of my mind realised that they were being punished because of my actions, and that their seeing me writhing around on the floor in ecstacy wouldn't win them over, but I just couldn't help it. I had no choice. My body was being pleasured and my mind didn't have a say in the matter.

They grunted again into their gags as they slammed together, pussy to pussy, clit to clit, and I could only find the experience intensely arousing. I was flat on the ground, pressing my breasts against the floor to increase the sensations from the vibrating clamps, whilst my hips were rocking back and forth as I tried to grind myself on anything that came near... and then my body tensed, and I found myself gripping the butt-plug very hard, and it seemed to vibrate and I came... moaning with the intense arousal, bucking my hips, gripping everything as tightly as I could... I came again and again and again, until I was exhausted and couldn't take any more... all the time watching the poor, helpless girls being punished for my actions... all the time watching them watching me cum and cum and cum... all the time feeling rather breathless from the lack of air in the gas-mask...

Minutes later, as I lay on the floor looking up at them with feelings of utter contentment and relaxation, completely blissed out in the post-orgasm daze, I watched Miss fasten solid chrome chastity belts to them both. She pulled them away from each other one more time so they could slam together with a loud clang before she left the room.

"Heel!" she shouted from the corridor.

I looked up at Sandra and Cat, tried to mumble an apology, and quickly left the room and followed Miss along the corridor again. She led me into her bedroom, and closed the door behind me. There was a basket on the floor beside her bed and she pointed at it. I nodded, climbed in, curled up and was soon fast asleep, dreaming about secret agents.