Dear readers, I apologize that it has been so long since my last story. A combination of busy work schedule and writer's block has conspired to prevent me from producing a story.
I was inspired to write this story by the recent X-Men 3 movie, especially by the sight of Mystique in bondage. This is the version of Mystique that I am using in my story, as this version is so much more interesting than the comics version.
Enjoy!
The black Jaguar drove up to the concrete gatehouse standing next to the heavy iron gates. The gatehouse was built almost like a bunker, with narrow slits closed by blue-tinted armor glass, through which the face of a guard peered out into the car. The owner of the car had lowered the window, and lifted his pass.
"It OK, doc," the guard said, smiling, "You may proceed."
The guard pressed a button. A short alarm sounded, then the heavy locks of the gate snapped open, and the heavy gate began to slide aside slowly. It took a moment before the gate slide open enough for the Jaguar to pass through. Gunning the engine, the owner of the Jaguar sped the car through the gate and up the path towards the lone building on the hill that was encircled by heavy concrete walls. The building looked rather like a fortress, with its façade pierced only by small windows, all set high up along its sides. Only a small front entrance was obvious.
Parking the car, the figure got out of the vehicle. He was a tall man with broad shoulders that showed that he worked out often. He looked surprisingly young for a man of his obvious status and wealth, and was dressed accordingly in fashionable togs of dark sweater, dark jeans, with expensive shoes and cashmere overcoat. He walked up to the entrance. The glass doors slid open to admit him into a small lobby behind.
The lobby was empty, but the presence of a discretely mounted security camera on a wall showed that it was monitored. On the opposite end of the lobby was another set of glass doors. Unlike the first, the blue tint of the glass betrayed their armored nature. He stepped up to a steel post that rose up to his waist, the top of which was inclined downwards at an angle. He placed his palm on the glass panel on the surface, and waited. It took a few seconds for the device beneath the glass panel to scan and match his palm print. With a melodic chime to indicate that the lock was opening, the magnetic locks on the door deactivated, allowing the man to pull the door open and walk into the second lobby behind.
"Good evening Doc, wasn't expecting you to come back so soon." said a disembodied voice coming from a speaker box mounted above a glass covered window. A guard could be seen behind the window. Like the other guards in the building, he was dressed neatly in a well-cut suit, which concealed a gun belt around his waist, with a .40cal GLOCK pistol sitting in a holster. If something heavier was needed, there was the Heckler and Koch MP5 submachine gun placed just below the window, which could be used through slits in the armored glass window.
"Just forgot something, Bob." the man said as he turned to walk up a corridor to his right. Most of the laboratories along this corridor were in semi-darkness, with only some lights switched on to allow security to see the inside. The man came to the end of the corridor, where another steel post sat next to a doorway closed by a heavy polished steel door. He placed his palm on the glass panel. After a few seconds, an electronic buzzer announced that his palm print had been matched, and the door was opening.
As the door slid open, the man stepped into the small room behind. The room was sparse, with bare concrete walls and a raised floor. His shoes tapped on the raised metallic floor that rang from the impact. The only furniture was a steel chair and a small desk. There was another guard in the room. He was a short and thick set man, and was graying on his temples. He was one of the senior security officers of the facility.
"Good evening Doc, forgot something?" the guard asked as he walked up to another steel door opposite to the one where the man had just came in from. Like the first door, there was a steel post on one side of the door. Unlike the previous posts, this one had a keyhole above the glass panel.
"Hello Fred, just got on shift?" the man asked.
"Yeah, Doc." the guard said as took out a key from his pocket, secured to his belt by a thin chain, and inserted it into the keyhole, "What's the password?"
"Fox Blue, Fred." the man said calmly as he placed his palm on the second post.
"Thanks Doc," the guard said, smiling, "You know how it is. Not that we don't trust you. It's just one of those security protocols to make sure you aren't one of those shape shifters."
"I understand Fred." the man said as he placed his own palm on top of the other post.
The door opened, and the man walked through the open door into a large office, dominated by a large steel desk, and a plush cushioned leather armchair. The security guard followed him through the doorway just as the steel door slid shut.
The man turned.
"Fred, what are you doing? You know you're not supposed to come in here."
"I'm not Fred."
The voice was not that of a middle-aged man, but that of a woman. Slowly, before his very eyes, the body of the man seemed to elongate, glowing taller and slimmer at the same time. As the beer belly shrunk inwards, the chest began to push outwards, even as the limbs began to grow longer and become slimmer.
The hair began to grow longer and as it did so, it turned from grey to a dark red. The eyes transformed too, with the dark brown pupils turning yellow. The yellow spread beyond the pupils until both eyes became completely yellow, giving the eyes an animal like appearance.
At the same time, the suit and shoes melted away, almost as if it had been absorbed into the skin. The tinge of the skin began to change too, turning into a deep blue, even as patches of scales appeared on the otherwise naked body, covering most of the limbs, the face, and the groin. The scales did not cover the long swan like neck, nor the flat stomach and the inner flanks of the long thighs.
The body continued to change. The waist narrowed and the hips became rounder and more feminine. The bosom of the body continued to expand, become more bulbous and more separated until they became two firm domes.
The figure standing before the man was now that of a woman. With her unnatural yellow eyes and the scales covering her body, the woman looked almost reptilian.
"Mystique." the man said.
"So, you've heard of me." the woman asked, as she sauntered up towards the man, who backed up towards the desk, "And, oh, if you're thinking of activating the alarm, I've already disabled it from the outside."
"What happened to Fred?" the man asked.
"Well, I seduced him, and then drugged him. Don't worry, he's safely asleep in a motel room. I just had to have his key. Of course, I needed your palm print to get in here, so I had to take Fred's place. Now, be a good boy, and hand over the formula."
"What formula?" the man asked.
Mystique sighed.
"We aren't going to do this the hard way, are we, Doc?" the blue woman asked, "Or perhaps you need something a little more exciting to make you talk?"
The costume of the woman began to change again. A glossy black PVC corset seemed to emerge from her skin to cover her torso from her firm breasts down to her narrow trim waist. At the same time, a glossy black thong appeared around her loins. A pair of glossy black knee boots appeared on her feet. A pair of stiletto heels grew out from the heels, boosting the height of the tall mutant by a few inches. Something began to grow in her hand, extending until it became a long bullwhip, which Mystique slithered beside her as she walked towards the man.
"I can make this, very, very painful for you." Mystique said wickedly.
"No, you don't understand." the man said calmly, leaning against his desk. He took out his car remote control from his pocket, before adding, "There's no formula. There never was a formula. It was a story I cooked up. I am the guy who hired you to steal the 'formula'."
Mystique stopped.
"Why?" Mystique asked, an edge of suspicion and unease in her voice.
"Why? It's a trap, of course." the man said, as he pressed a red button on his car remote control. In the next instant, before Mystique could react, she felt a powerful jolt of electricity passed through her from the metal plate she was standing on. She screamed in pain as her body quivered from the assault from the electricity. She fell onto all fours on the floor of the office, her body smoldering. The glossy black costume and boots she was wearing dissolved instantly into her body, leaving her body covered only by the strange blue scales on her skin.
"Hmmm. It is just as I suspected." the man said as Mystique struggled painfully onto her feet, "Those 'boots' on your feet aren't real. As you might have guessed, you the whole floor had been rigged to function like an electric stun gun. It's harmless to me, of course, since I'm wearing shoes, but for someone barefooted like you, it'll keep you subdued."
"I ... will ... kill ... you!" Mystique said, painfully as she tried to stand erect. Her breasts heaved before her like two scale-covered fruits as she took a painful step forward.
"You are tough, but I've studied you for a while." the man said, casually, "I know how much you can take."
The man pressed the red button again.
"Aaaaeeeee!" the blue mutant howled again in pain as she went into spasms, before collapsing onto the floor of the office, unconscious.
Mystique's eyes fluttered a few times, before they suddenly opened. Her eyes rolled and darted in bewilderment for a few moments as her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. Her eyes widened in alarm as she suddenly remembered about the terrible assault on her body that had rendered her unconscious.
Mystique tried to get up, but she could not raise her head more than a couple of inches off the metallic floor she was laying on. She was on her right side, with her limbs splayed out before her. Her legs were bent, with her knees raised almost to the level of her waist.
Mystique tried to get up a few times more. With each attempt, she seemed to gain more strength, and at last, she managed to turn and raise her body until she was on all fours, before sitting back on her heels, her body still sluggish and weak. She looked around her, and found that she had been placed in a small room while she was unconscious. The ceiling, the floor and three of the walls of the room were all made from matte stainless steel.
The remaining wall seemed to be entirely covered by a mirror, from where she could see her own reflections. The thought occurred to Mystique that it could be a one-way mirror, allowing someone on the other side to observe her in the brightly lit room.
Mystique rested for a while before getting gingerly to her feet. Her body was still wobbly, and as she struggled to stand upright, her breasts juggled before her. When she succeeded, she leaned against the walls for support as she explored and examined her cell. It was not roomy, but not too cramped either. Pacing around the perimeter, she guessed that the cell was about nine feet long and six feet wide.
The room was completely devoid of furniture of any sort, not even a bed or a toilet. But the most conspicuous absence was the lack of any door. There did not seem to be any opening that would allow a person to enter into the room. Mystique explored the walls and the floor. They felt solid to the touch. There was no give or slight movements as she pushed against them to indicate that they might be an opening.
Lights had been built into the perimeter of the ceiling of the cell, and covered by glass. Heavy duty mesh covered each corner of the cell. Looking up through the mesh, Mystique could see speakers in the two corners on the mirror side of the room, and two whirling ventilator fans on the opposite side. Besides these fixtures, Mystique observed that there were a number of recesses placed in the otherwise smooth surface of the steel floor and steel walls. On the walls, these recesses traced a staccato pattern along the top and bottom edges. On both the floor, the recesses formed three rows across the room. In each of the recesses was a heavy-duty D-ring, fitted such that the ring could be swung out of the recess, but would normally fit flush within the recess.
The ceiling of the cell lacked these recesses. Instead, it was fitted with nine prominent heavy-duty eyebolts. They formed a square pattern on the ceiling, with three rows of three eyebolts.
"Like your new quarters?" came a disembodied voice. Mystique turned around just as the lights in the cell dimmed. The mirror wall suddenly turned transparent as the lights on the other side was turned on. She saw that the other side of the wall was the office she had been in when she confronted the man. The wall must have been covered then, for she could not remember having observed a glass wall during that disastrous episode. The man was standing behind the glass wall.
"Let me out!" Mystique shouted, hammering on the glass wall with her fists.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. Not after all the trouble I went through to catch you." the man said, walking up to the glass. Mystique wished that she could smash right through the glass to grasp at his throat, but the glass did not even tremble under the hammering of her fists.
"What do you want?" Mystique demanded, stopping her hammering, recognizing the futility of her gesture.
"Why, you of course." the man said pleasantly, smiling a thin and evil smile.
"What do you mean?" Mystique asked, afraid that she already knew the answer.
"Surely a clever woman such as yourself would have already understood." the man smiled, "I want you as my slave."
"NEVER!" Mystique screamed in defiance. Instantly, she felt a jolt of electricity shot through her body from her feet, shocking her body into numbness. She fell onto her back, moaning.
"I don't think you understand your situation." the man said pleasantly, "You are in no position to refuse me anything. I want you to recognize that. Indeed, the sooner you understand your new station in life, the easier it will be for you."
Mystique moaned as she got painfully up to all fours again. She twisted her head, and looked at the man in hatred. How she wished she could tear him apart!
The man sighed at this, and pressed the button on his car remote control again. Instantly, Mystique received another shock through her body.
"Arrrgh!" Mystique screamed as she fell flat onto the floor again.
"As you probably would have noticed, the floor and the walls of the cell are fitted with the same kind of electric stun devices as the floor in the office. Since your deliciously blue skin is practically bare, you have no defense against the shocks."
Mystique lifted her torso up on her arms. She was too weak to lift her move her legs, but she refused to give in to the man. She wanted to show him that she would not be beaten easily.
"This will be interesting." Mystique heard the man mutter before she felt another jolt of electricity run through her body again. This time, her body shut down again, plunging her deep into unconsciousness once more.
Mystique swam slowly back into consciousness again. As the darkness receded away, her eyes opened slowly. She found herself lying on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.
"Ahh. You are awake again." said the familiar voice of the man. Mystique looked up to see the man standing over her. The thought formed within her head to strike out with her legs, to kick the man in the balls, but her body from her neck downwards felt strangely numb, and completely unresponsive to the urgent commands of her brain.
"In case you are thinking of doing anything foolish, I'd injected your body with a mild muscle relaxant. You are completely paralyzed for the time being. Don't worry, the effect will wear off eventually."
Mystique's eyes quickly darted from side to side. She saw that she was still in the room. She could not see how the man had come into the room, for all the walls were still in place. She guessed that the mirror wall might be the way in, perhaps sliding to one side to admit the man.
"I wanted to wait until you were awake before I do this. I want you to enjoy every moment of this." the man said. He picked up something and showed it to Mystique. It was a ball gag, consisting of a white rubber ball about two-and-a-half inches in diameter, with an inch-wide white leather strap threaded through the centre of the ball. Placing a hand under Mystique's swan-like neck, he tilted back her head. Then he parted her slack jaws and squeezed the large white ball between her teeth. He lifted her up to a sitting position so that he could pull back the two ends of the white leather strap, and buckle the strap firmly in place.
The man now reached to his side, and picked up another object. From her sitting position, Mystique could look into the mirror wall, and saw that the man was picking up a coil of rope. She also noticed that there were several other coils of rope besides her, to her right.
The man uncoiled the white braided rope and doubled the rope. He draped the doubled white lines of the rope over Mystique's neck. He pulled crossed the lines across to the front of her body, through her cleavage. He crossed the lines between her breasts, forming a cross, before pulling back under her breasts, around the flanks of her body, and then to the back. He fed both the ends under the lines crossing the back of Mystique's neck, then pulled them downwards. This tightened the lines around her body, lifting up the lines under her breasts. Parting the two lines again, he pulled them round her torso to the front, this time over her arms rather than under them. He wrapped the lines around her body at a point just over her breasts, trapping the domes between the white lines, before pulling the lines back.
The man had calculated well. When he pulled the lines back, the loop end of the doubled rope rested almost exactly over Mystique's spine at the point where it curved inwards. He fed the other end through the loop, and pulled the lines taut again. This caused the lines to tighten around her breasts. A soft moan escaped the blue mutant's lips, which was all the protest she could make with her drugged body.
The man pulled the running end of the rope towards her right, away from the looped end. He tucked the end through her arm pit, and pulled the lines down and back, clinching the lines that ran over her right arm, trapping the lines firmly in place so that it would not slip up and over her right shoulder. He pulled the lines across her back, and repeated the process with the lines running over her left arm. Then he pulled back the running end of the rope once more to the maze of lines crisscrossing Mystique's back. He tucked the running end under the bent formed by the rope after it had threaded its way through the looped end, and then pulled the rope taut yet again before tying a knot here to keep the lines tight around Mystique's upper body. This still left him with about a meter of running end. He pulled back Mystique's lower arms, and placed them next to one another. He wrapped the running end a few times around her lower arms, before tying off the end, binding her arms tightly together.
Mystique could see her being put into bondage in the mirror. The stark whiteness of the ball gag in her mouth and the rope binding her body was prominent against the dark blue of her skin, with her breasts bulging out between the lines crisscrossing her body. She had never been placed in bondage like this, although she had seen pictures of women in bondage. She shuddered within to see herself being placed unwillingly into such a situation.
The man now laid Mystique onto her stomach, before picking up a second coil of rope. He doubled the rope, as he did with the first coil of rope, and tied the looped end to the maze of lines crisscrossing Mystique's back. He then took a hold of the running end, and stood up. He reached up by his tip-toes and fed the running end of the rope through one of the eyebolts mounted to the steel ceiling of the cell, the one that stood exactly at the center of the room, over Mystique.
The man knelt down and picked up Mystique's body by her waist. He stood up until she was leaning upright against his body. He pulled on the running end of the second rope until it became taut, and he tucked the running end under the lines of the first rope that were over the blue mutant's back. He quickly fashioned a knot with his right hand, even as he supported Mystique's weight with his left arm encircling her waist. When he was done, he let go of her body and stood back, leaving the scaly shape-shifter to be suspended by the white ropes.
The ropes tightened around Mystique's body as her entire weight came to rest upon them. This caused the lines to bite into the flesh of her torso, particularly her firm breasts. They instantly flattened and bulged out. A soft moan escaped Mystique's lips, the first indication that the drug that she had been given was wearing off.
The man uncoiled a third rope, doubled it, and wrapped the looped end several times around her right ankle before passing the running end through the loop. He pulled the running end back towards the back wall, towards the right-hand corner, away from Mystique.
The man fed the running end through a D-ring at the corner, the one just above the floor. He then pulled on the rope, and led it towards the other corner behind her. As he did so, her right leg was stretched outwards away from her other leg. He passed the running end through a lower D-ring at the left corner, and then pulled the rope back towards her left leg, pulling her right leg out even further. He pulled the end of the rope up to her shapely left leg, picked up her left foot, and tied the running end around her left ankle. Her long slender legs were now spread wide open, tensing the muscles of her thighs and calves, placing them into sharper definition under her blue skin.
The man stood up and walked back round to the front of Mystique. He grabbed her long hair and lifted her head up so that her yellow eyes looked up at him.
"Comfy?" the man asked. Mystique wished she could spit at him, but only another low moan escaped from her lips. The man dropped her head, and put his hand on the scaly right breast of the mutant. He began to knead it in his hand.
"Mmmmmmmm." Mystique moaned both in protest and in helpless frustration at being molested.
"You know, I've always wondered why you don't have nipples." the man said.
"Or why you don't have a vulva or an anus on your crotch." the man added, placing a hand over her crotch, sliding it over the stubble of the scaly skin there, where the vulva or anus should have been.
The man moved his right thumb over the spot where Mystique's right nipple should have been. As he continued to knead her breast with the rest of his fingers, he probed the ridges of the blue scales cascading down the dome of her breast.
"Oh I see, there is something here." the man said mischievously. He tweaked repeatedly at a patch of scaly skin with his thumb and index finger, pinching the scales with his hand. More moans escaped the gagged blue lips of Mystique.
"I can feel your nipples underneath." the man informed Mystique, "Its hardening."
As the man continued tweaking the patch of skin until a wrinkle was formed. The top edge of the wrinkle spread upwards as he continued to pinch and pull at the skin until a top corner peeled away. He pulled at the top edge of the wrinkle, and slowly, the patch of skin began to peel away from Mystique's blue breast. The patch came off to reveal a nipple and its surrounding areola. The dark blue stub of the nipple was soft and fleshy like a normal human nipple, but the areola was more unusual. True, it was of a deeper color than the rest of the skin on the breast, as a normal areola would be. But besides being a deep blue, the skin of the areola was scaly, although the texture was soft and the scales finer than the rest of her breast.
"I see. A glued-on artificial skin patch, made like a nipple shield. Very clever." the man said as he examined the patch of skin in his hand, "It's thick enough to prevent your nipples from extruding through the material, and made to look like part of your natural skin. I suppose that they are made from organic skins with the same DNA make-up as your own skin, so that you can manipulate them as well."
Mystique grunted in hatred as the man dropped the patch of skin onto the floor. Looking into the mirror, she saw her exposed right nipple on her right breast in the mirror, which contrasted with her left breast, the dome of which remained scaly throughout. The man now turned to this breast. He explored the scales over her breast until he located the nipple patch there, and peeled it off her left nipple, dropping it onto the floor. Both her nipples and areolas were now exposed. The man tweaked her right nipple playfully with his finger, causing the blue mutant moaned in protest.
"I wonder if it is the same arrangement with your crotch." The man said as he dropped the second skin patch on the floor and turned to Mystique's crotch. He explored the scales running up from her crotch, trying to find the false scales. He finally located the corner of the patch, rising up the front of her crotch at the area where most women would have their pubic hair. The corner of the patch gave way to his slow assault, and he took hold of the peeled corner, and pulled it steadily down. There was a soft ripping sound as the glued on edges of the patch came away from the skin.
As the skin came off, it was revealed that this part of Mystique's body was scaly, like her breasts. But as the man dislodged more of the patch, he found that she did indeed have a vulva. The thick labia lips of her vulva, although scaly was soft to the touch as he probed them with his fingers, eliciting a moan from the gagged Mystique. Just before the lips was the clitoris hood. Like the labia lips, although it was scaly in appearance, it too felt soft as he pulled down the hood to reveal the blue fleshy knob of her clitoris underneath. Finally, the man pulled back the patch all the way until it revealed the puckered mouth of her anus, before coming off completely as it ended just before the cracks of her buttocks.
"My, my. What an unusual pussy you have. Almost reptilian in appearance." the man commented. Mystique felt hot flashes on her cheeks as she felt a sudden pang of shame. Although Mystique was used to walking around practically naked, with her modesty protected only by the fake patches, the fact that a man had stripped those patches away from her, exposing the most intimate parts of her body, had a traumatic effect on her. She now knew what a human woman would feel if her clothing had been ripped off her. She felt completely helpless and sexually vulnerable.
This shame turned to rage, and Mystique tried to free herself. Although the paralyzing drug was wearing off, her limbs still remained weak, and all she could do was to writhe weakly in the ropes binding her. The man noted this and smiled.
"I would suggest you save your strength. The ropes are quite strong, and as I understand it, superhuman strength is not one of your mutant abilities." the man said, as he stooped to pick up a third coil of rope, "Oh, just in case you are thinking of morphing your body shape to escape from your bonds, I have injected you with a drug that I have just developed. This drug will suppress a certain enzyme in your body which you will need to manipulate your body's molecules in order to change your shape. You see, I have been studying mutants like you for some time now. I was lucky enough to lay my hands on some of your tissue samples obtained from the scene of one of your earlier crimes, and studied it thoroughly. Once I understand the mechanism you used to change your body shape, it was not difficult to develop a way to counter it."
The man doubled the coil of rope in his hands, and wrap the looped end of the rope around Mystique's trim waist like a belt, then fed the running end through the rope. He pulled the lines tight until the rope fit snuggly around her waist. He then pulled the twin lines between Mystique's recently bared crotch. He made a knot at a point where the lines would touch her clitoris. He then made a second knot where the rope would touch her vagina lips. He made a third knot about four inches back from the first, which would be where the lines would touch her anus. He pulled the running end up, and passed the lines under the lines running across the small of her back.
The man pull up and then down, tightening the lines against Mystique's crotch. He knelt down, and moved the first knot over her clitoris hood, pushed the fleshy hood aside so that the rope directly touches the clitoris. He then slipped the second knot between the lips of her vagina into her sensitive tunnel. Finally, he lined up the third knot directly over her anus, and pressed it into the puckered lips. These actions caused Mystique to moan even louder and pulled at her ropes as the sensations from down under sent shock waves through her body.
Now that the knots had been properly positioned, the man now pulled the running end of the rope back and up. He fed the running end through a D-ring directly behind and above Mystique. He pulled the rope down and then pulled the running end back towards Mystique's waist again, which raised Mystique's firm round buttocks up towards the rear. As he continued to pull, her hips rose even higher into the air, until her feet were lifted completely off the ground. Finally the man tied the running end of the rope to the lines around her waist at a point over the small of her back.
Mystique let out a soft whine as she was now left completely suspended by the arrangement. The way she was bound left her body slanted forward at an angle, with her head lulled forward, looking down at the floor. Her buttocks were pointed towards the rear, and her legs spread wide open and off the ground under her. The ropes were biting hard into the soft flesh of her breasts and her crotch, causing her much distress.
"This should leave you something to think about." the man said.
"Oh, one last thing."
The man now took out an object from inside his jacket. It looked like a glossy white PVC fabric version of an aviator's helmet, with its rounded top, and the twin flaps running down the sides, ending with a strap on one end, and twin D-rings on the other. The man placed the helmet over the top of Mystique's head. The front came down all the way to her nose. A cutting in the center left most of her nose exposed, but at the same time allowed the material on either sides of the nose to fit more closely over her eyes, blindfolding her.
The man pulled the flaps down against her cheeks, and then fed the tongue of the strap through the twin D-rings. He then looped the tongue back over the outer D-ring and fed it through the inner D-ring again. Pulling hard, he pulled the strap taut under the chin of the blue mutant, securing the helmet over her head.
With the helmet now snuggly fitted over her head, Mystique discovered that not only did the helmet completely covered her eyes, her ears were covered too. There was something soft and yet thick pressing against each of her ears, muffling all sounds that came from outside. She was thus made deaf as well as blind, leaving her to suffer in her suspension in both silence and darkness.
Mystique did not know how long she had been kept in her stressful position. Her entire world became revolved around the pain in her breasts and her crotch, as the ropes continued to bite into her. With each movement that she made, the rough braided rope around her torso rubbed the top and bottom of her breasts, alternately kneading them and squeezing them. With each movement, the first knot on the rope ground onto her clitoris, stroking it, and making it more sensitive. With each movement, the second knot nestled under her labia lips chafe against the sensitive skin at the mouth of her vagina. With each movement, the third knot was worming into her anus, chafing the skin around her sphincter.
Mystique was being driven wild by the entire arrangement. She could feel her body becoming more and more stimulated by the constant rubbings of the rope. She could feel herself becoming more and more horny. She could feel herself juicing below, becoming more and more wet as her breasts, her clitoris, her vagina mouth and her asshole were all being rubbed at the same time.
Yet, without something shoved deep into her, Mystique could not come. She was being pushed constantly towards the edge of orgasm, but she could not go all the way. This left her more and more frustrated as the ministrations of the rope continued. And so Mystique continued to hang on the ropes binding and suspending her, helpless and juicing. She could not come, and yet she could not stop the ropes from continuing to rub against her most erotic zones. It occurred to her, between moments of frustrations and horniness that this was a very clever form of exquisite torture.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity, after what seemed like forever trashing in her rope bondage, Mystique felt a vibration in the rope lifting her buttocks high up into the air. The vibrations continued, and then, she suddenly felt the tension released from her crotch, and she swung forward until her feet brushed the ground. The rope and the knots on her crotch that had been tormenting her were pulled away, chafing her anus and vagina mouth as a final parting gesture.
As Mystique stood panting with her legs apart, she felt more vibrations, this time in the rope lifting her torso up. Shortly, she felt the tension released, and the rope was no longer lifting her up. She sunk onto her knees, her feet still spread wide apart by the ropes binding her ankles.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" asked a disembodied voice right next to her ears. The helmet she was wearing seemed to incorporate some sort of earphones. She did not know it, but the effect the ropes had had on her was obvious. She was dripping wet down below.
For a moment, Mystique thought of saying something suitably defiant, but the frustration that had been building up in her was too much. She just HAD TO COME!
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she wanted to say, but she only mumbled into the white ball gag behind her luscious blue lips. She felt the man moved behind her. Suddenly, Mystique's buttocks exploded into a sea of pain. She felt as if a swarm of bee had stung her rumps.
"MMMMMPH!" Mystique screamed, as she tried to get up. Before even the pain on her buttocks subsided, she felt the blows of tentacles landing mercilessly onto her crotch.
"MMMMMMMPH!" Mystique howled into her gag. She knew that she was being whipped. The man was probably using something with many sharp tentacles, perhaps a cat-o-nine tails.
A flood of stinging pain now poured in from Mystique's left breast, causing her to throw back her head and twist her body. The blow had been expertly aimed, and she could feel the braided leather of the tentacles wrap themselves around her breast as they landed, biting into her scaly skin, and setting fire to her nipple. She pulled at the ropes binding her torso and her ankles, trying to find some way to get away. This was, of course, all futile.
"MMMMMMPH!" Mystique screamed again as the merciless tentacles struck her again, this time landing on her right breast.
Mystique's captor continued with the whipping for some time, alternating the target of his punishment between her crotch, and her breasts. She twisted and bucked and screamed, but she could not move away from her torment, not with her ankles still bound by rope. At last, she could take no more, and she collapsed onto her stomach, panting, with residues of pain all over her body.
Mystique laid panting on the floor for a while. The man allowed her to rest, as perspiration beaded her blue scaly body. Then, she felt the man took a hold of her hips, and pulled her hips up and back until her buttocks were raised up. As her body slid back, the weight of her torso came to rest on her forehead.
Suddenly, Mystique felt something warm and hard probe at her labia lips. Her body instantly responded. A penis! A fucking penis! It was what her body had hungered for, what her body had been made so ready for the ropes.
As Mystique felt the warm hard flesh push aside her labia lips and enter her tunnel, she moaned into her ball-gag. The man was fucking her! All the pant-up sexual frustrations seemed to explode at the same time within Mystique. She started to rock her hips, pushing back her buttocks in unison with the motion of the man as he entered her, and begin to slide his penis up and down her vagina. She could feel an orgasm built up within her even as she slurped up the stew and water.
"Mph! Mph! Mph!" Mystique panted as the man pounded into her from behind, his stiff manhood sliding aggressively up and down her tunnel. The sensation was electric, and she could feel her body inching steadily towards an orgasm.
"Uhhhmmmmm!" Mystique screamed at last as she felt her body released. But the man did not stop there. He had not reached orgasm himself, and he continued to hammer away at her vagina. Mystique's body was so stimulated by the ropes and so starved that it built up towards a climax again.
"MMMMMMMPH!" Mystique moaned into her ballgag as she reached orgasm a second time, just as the man, too, reached release, ejaculating his sperm deep into her tunnel. He let out a long sigh, and pulled himself out of her.
Mystique slumped forward onto her stomach once more, panting. She could not believe how quickly the overwhelming feeling of satiation had replaced the sensations of pain from the whipping from just a moment ago. She could not believe how she had actually responded with such hunger to what was in effect a rape. That thought gave her a start. She had just been raped. She should have felt traumatized, but instead, she had welcomed it. Deep within her, Mystique understood that she had just taken a first step towards sexual slavery.
These thoughts were cut short as Mystique felt a hand grip the lines running across her backs like a handle. A powerful tug pulled her up into a kneeling position. Another heave brought her up to her feet. As Mystique stood unsteadily on her wobbly legs, she felt an upward tug on the rope that had kept her suspended from the eyebolt in the ceiling. Soon, she felt herself being hoisted up again until she was standing precariously on tiptoes. Then she felt the rope tied to her waist and snaking between her legs pulled back, and the knots were placed back against her crotch, lining up against their intended targets.
"MMMMMMMPH!" Mystique moaned as her buttocks were raised high up into the air once again, even higher and further back then the first time, adding even more tension to her tortured crotch and breasts. The man proved merciless. He tied off the rope lifting her buttocks up and then left her once more to her lonely bondage, accompanied only by the constant chafing in her sensitive body parts. Mystique could do nothing but writhe in her bondage, letting out moans and whines. It took a long while before physical exhaustion finally sent her into a deep sleep.
Mystique woke up to vibrations in the rope lifting her buttocks high up. The rope was released, and she was dropped onto the balls of her feet. A moment later, she felt the tension in the rope holding her up slackened and released. Mystique sank gratefully onto her knees. As she knelt on the floor with her legs spread open, she felt the straps holding the helmet down over her head being fiddled with, and it became undone. Then, the helmet was ripped off her head, and light flooded back into her world again.
For a while, Mystique was forced to close her yellow eyes as they had become unused to the bright light during the prolonged period that she had been kept blindfolded. At last, when she opened them, she saw her captor standing over her. He used a hand to press her head down. Then he unbuckled the white strap holding the white ball gag in her mouth. Raising her head up with a hand under her chin, the man pulled the ball gag out from Mystique's aching jaws, as spittle drooled out from a corner of her blue mouth.
The man dropped the ball gag on the floor. He now turned to a flat box behind him, and pulled off its airtight cover. Instantly, the smell of hot food filled Mystique's nostril. Mystique's yellow eyes opened wide, and she realized that she was hungry, very hungry, indeed. The box had two compartments, one filled with a brownish steaming stew of unidentifiable origin, and the other filled with water.
The man walked around to Mystique's back. Before she knew it, the man planted a foot on her back, and pushed her over onto her stomach. The landing was hard on the metal floor, and she felt the sting on her breasts.
"You have five minutes to eat and drink." The man said, and stood back.
Mystique lifted her head up. The tray was just in front of her. And yet, it was just out of reach.
"I ... I can't reach the tray." Mystique said hoarsely.
"Not my problem." The man said coldly.
Mystique almost burst out in tears with frustration. She wrestled with herself to keep the tears back, and tried to inch forward towards the tray. The ropes binding her ankles would only stretch a little, allow her nose to get almost to the tray, but it was no good. The tray was so near, and yet so far.
"Time's up." The man said.
"Wait..."
"Speak only when spoken to!" the man roared. Before Mystique knew it, she felt stings of pain on her crotch again. She looked up to see the man wielding a cat-o-nine tails. He was merciless, smacking down at her exposed crotch and buttocks with determined strokes. Mystique could do nothing to defend herself, with her legs spread wide open. She could only twist and turn her body to try to get away, but every time she twisted to one side or the other, she exposed her breasts, allowing the man to strike well aimed blows at her scaly domes. She would howl even more, and quickly tried to protect her breasts by laying down flat, at which point the man would return his attention to her crotch or her buttocks.
Finally, Mystique became too hoarse to scream anymore. She could only moan and weakly endure the punishment. When the man finally stopped, she was too weak to even mumble a protest as he pulled her up to a kneeling position, then grabbed her chin, tilting her head back.
The man forced her jaws apart and stuffed the white rubber ball gag back into her mouth. Then he pulled back the ends of the strap round to the back of her head. She felt him secure the buckle behind the back of her neck, keeping the ball firmly in place. Then, the man replaced the bondage helmet over her head again, once more plunging her into blindness and silence. In a moment, she was hoisted up into the air once more, and placed back into the familiar arrangement, with the three knots grinding into her erotic spots, and her buttocks raised high up in the air.
Mystique could only groan into her rubber gag at this cruel treatment.
The man repeated this sadistic tantalizing arrangement several times. He would return and wake her up from her exhausted slumber, lower her down onto her knees, and kicked her onto her stomach. It would always be impossible for her to reach the food right in front of her, in one way or the other.
The second time this happened, the man had kept the white ball gag in Mystique's mouth.
"Do you want to feed, slave?" the man had asked, looking down at the bound mutant.
Mystique had nodded weakly. The man had gone around her, and planted a foot on her back again, toppling her forward again. This time, the box had been placed in such a position that her face fell into the stew. She only had time to hold her breath to prevent the stew from going up her nose.
"Eat! Five minutes!" the man had ordered.
"MMMMMMMMPH!" Mystique had cried in anguish, lifting her face out of the food. With the ball gag still residing in her mouth, she could not eat. She could almost taste the food, yet she could not indulge in it.
"Do you refuse to eat slave?" the man had asked, "Perhaps the food is not to your taste?"
Mystique had glared up at the man with hatred.
"Still feisty I see. For that you shall be punished!"
Mystique had screamed into her gag as she was whipped mercilessly once more. Indeed, she would be constantly punished, whipped mercilessly, for the slightest misdeed on her part, or even for no reason at all.
Mystique began to wonder if the man was going to starve her to death in the most cruel way possible. She was ravenous with hunger and thirst. As her body hung in the severe bondage, it was all she could think about.
By the time, the man had allowed Mystique to feed, she had become far too exhausted and hungry to do anything but kneel docilely on her knees. The sight of the blue mutant kneeling weak and defeated before him apparently had pleased the man. He had removed her gag, and asked, "Do you want to feed, slave?"
Mystique had nodded dumbly.
"I cannot hear you, slave!"
"Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
Mystique had hesitated, but the hunger and thirst pushed her past the threshold, from denying the fact of her slavery, to accepting it.
"Yes...yes Master..."
Mystique had no choice but to accept her lowly status.
"Louder!"
"YES MASTER!" Mystique had said with all the remaining strength she could muster.
"Good, good." The man had said pleasantly. He had pulled Mystique's body forward again, and had lowered her body down to the floor. This time, the tray was within reach of her mouth, and nothing blocked the way. The mutant had fed hungrily despite her strange feeding position, resting on her stomach with her arms bound behind her, and her legs spread wide open.
When Mystique had cleaned up the last morsel of the stew with her tongue, and lapped up the last drop of water, the man had lifted her hips up into position, and he had raped her again. Then she had been gagged once more, and the bondage helmet placed over her head.
The man had then lifted Mystique up to a kneeling position. But instead of putting her back into suspension again, the man had pulled Mystique back until she was sitting on her buttocks, leaning against the wall, her legs still held wide open by the ends of the rope binding her ankles.
"Because you have been so obedient, I will allow you to rest for tonight." The man had said as he removed the rope that had been girdled around her waist and crotch. Then she had been left alone again, once more in a dark and silent world. But this time, she had fallen quickly into an exhausted sleep.
Mystique moaned into her white ball gag.
"Stay still or you will be punished." the man rebuked her, as he hoisted her left leg high up into the air, leaving the blue scaly mutant standing tip-toed on her right foot. Her body had remained hoisted up to the eyebolt in the center of the room, with the white rope crisscrossing her torso, squeezing her breasts.
The man had released the white rope that had girdled her crotch for the time being, although it remained tied around her waist with the long running end trailing on the floor. He had also untied her right ankle. Leaving one end of the rope tied around her left ankle, the man had taken the other end of the rope, and fed that end through an eyebolt on the ceiling to her left. He had then pulled down the end of the rope to hoist her leg up.
It had been a week or so since she had first been allowed to feed and drink. Or, rather, what Mystique thought was a week or so. In fact, she could not be sure. She was not sure how long she had been a captive of the man in a cell behind his office. There was nothing to tell her which day it was or what time it was. There was no clock or calender that she could see. She had even tried to take a look at the man's watch, but saw that he was not wearing one, although there was the red impression of the back of the watch on his left wrist.
The man would use words like "tonight" or "this morning" or "in the afternoon" when he barked his commands at her, but Mystique could never be sure if he was telling the truth with regards to the time of the day. Even if he was telling the truth, she could not be certain which night or which morning he was referring to. In truth, she had lost all track of time.
During that 'week', things had followed a certain routine. Mystique would spend most of her time in total darkness and silence, except for the occasions when the man would play loud heavy metal music on the earphones inserted into the bondage helmet. Otherwise she had only the sensations of the rope gripping her breasts and crotch for company.
The man would only feed Mystique when she was on her knees, with her legs properly lowered. If he was not satisfied with the angle of her head, or if her attitude was judged not to be sufficiently submissive, she would not be fed and watered. After a few occasions, she learnt what was expected of her, and she would never dare to raise her yellow eyes to look at his directly, unless told to do so.
If Mystique pleased the man, and she could never be sure how she had pleased or angered him, he would 'reward' her by raping her. It was a 'reward' for, much to her surprise, the blue mutant found that she would become almost instantly horny when the three knots of the crotch rope were put back into position. If she was left for too long without sexual release, she would writhe and twist in her bondage, trying to find release by grinding the knots deeper into her.
This sexual frustration almost always became as much of a hunger for Mystique as the need for food. More often than not, she would become more and more desperate, with the darkness and silence filled with more anxiety, until the man returned. She would be so delirious that she would beg the man to use her.
When coherent thoughts returned to Mystique's mind once in a while, she would feel a tinge of shame as she realized that she had been turned into a horny slave, and her existence had become nothing more than feeding and rape sessions. She was totally dependent on the man for all aspects of her life, bound as she was. When she felt like relieving herself, she had to wait for the man to return, and begged him to let her go. It always amuses him when she did so. He even told her that she was to whine like a desperate dog when she wanted to go. It was humiliating to do it the first time, but as with the other indignities, she was soon used to it.
The man would return with a portable chemical toilet, which he would put behind Mystique. He would take off her bondage helmet for he wanted her to always see herself using the toilet with him watching her. He would lower her back onto the bucket. With her legs spread wide open by the rope binding her ankles, she had no difficulty relieving herself. He would then clean her. This brought her much shame at first, being touched by the man in such a way, to be so dependent on him. But soon she realized how absurd this was, given the sexual abuse and rapes that she had endured. Her body was the man's to use as he pleased, and she was helpless to stop him in her current situation.
"Stand still!" the man barked again, snapping Mystique's mind back to the present. She tried to adjust her body to balance better on the ball of her right foot, but it was almost impossible, and she was swaying about.
The white PVC fabric bondage helmet that had been on Mystique's head was on the floor, where the man had flung it after taking it off her head. It was wet with her perspiration. There was another several objects on the floor next to it. Two of them were made of white rubber, but they were different in shape. One was cylindrical, with a blunt tip, and a round plastic screw cap. It was obviously a dildo. The other was cone-shaped for most of its length, with a flanged base, ending with a round plastic screw cap as well. Mystique recognized this to be a butt-plug. A third object was a translucent plastic tube filled with a viscous liquid of some sort, with a plastic spring cap closing its mouth. Probably lubricant, Mystique thought.
The man stepped back and admired his handiwork. Her wide spread legs presented him with a clear view of her crotch, with its scaly blue labia lips and clitoris hood.
"And now to make it more challenging." the man said. He bent down, and picked up an object, the white dildo.
"Say ah!" the man teased as he placed the tip of the white rubber dildo to Mystique's soft nether lips. He pushed it in insistently. Mystique bit down on the rubber gag in her mouth, and tried to spread her legs even wider to accommodate the object. Its diameter felt impossibly large, and she whined and moaned as it was slid into her. It certainly felt larger than any penis that she had been exposed to before. It was far too large. It could have been a fair representation of the size of a horse's or a cow's penis. It felt as if it would rip her vagina apart as it entered deeper and deeper into her.
Mystique writhed in her bondage, and grunted as the man slid it up and down her vagina as he tried to make it go in as far as possible. This was rapidly producing an effect on her. Mystique was becoming more and more aroused, and she could feel herself juicing prodigiously below, with the wetness spilling beyond her vagina down her legs.
If Mystique could look at her own vulva now, she would see that the mouth of her vagina had been stretched wide-open to accommodate the dildo. With the circular end of the dildo, the effect bore a striking resemblance to her gagged mouth.
"Don't let it fall out, or you will be punished." the man ordered.
Mystique clinched her vagina muscle around the large dildo. It was easier said than done. The monster was huge, and her vagina was well lubricated. Indeed, clinching her vagina muscle seemed to have the exact effect of what she intended. She could feel it beginning to slide out of her, and she tried desperately to prevent it from doing so, twisting and turning in her bondage.
The man got up and pushed the dildo back into position.
"That's one strike." the man said. He was holding both the butt-plug and the tube of lubricant in his left hand. He transferred the butt-plug to his right hand, and popped open the spring cap on the tube of lubricant with his left hand. He poured a generous amount of lubricant over the tip and body of the butt-plug.
The man aimed the tip of the butt-plug at the tight hole of her anus. Mystique braced herself for its entry. This would be a novel experience for her. She had never had something inserted into her anus before, although she had been fairly adventurous in her sexual activities. Being taken in her asshole just did not appeal to her. But now, an intruder was going to be placed in her anus, whether she liked it or not.
Soon, Mystique felt the rubbery tip touching her anus. The sharper tip of the object made it easy for the man to push it through her anus. He worked it slowly, pulling it to and fro to give her sphincter muscle a chance to expand and accommodate itself to the object. That was a good thing, for like its companion, this one was also of unusually large girth. Mystique grunted as it was manipulated into her. Despite the lubrication and the man's careful movements, she still felt shocks of pain run up her spine as her sphincter stretched beyond what she was used to. It seemed to take forever before she felt the butt-plug pop into place as her sphincter closed around a thin flanged base. The rubber object seemed to fill her rectum entirely, making her feel as if she needed to shit.
As the man was inserting the butt-plug into her, Mystique had involuntarily clinched both the vagina muscle, which once again attempted to expel the monster inserted within it. It began slid out once more. The man caught it in time once more.
"That's two strikes. Make sure it doesn't happen again."
Mystique could only look at the man with pleading yellow eyes. It was not fair. It was not within her control.
As if the man knew this, he picked up the running end of the rope tied around her waist. He pulled it between her legs across the bases of the dildo and the butt-plug. He had not bothered to untie the knots. The first one went over her clitoris as usual, but the other two knots rested on the base of the dildo and butt-plug. He passed the running end up between the cracks of her buttocks to the lines across the small of her back. He tied a knot here to secure the running end to the lines, then pulled the remaining length back towards the back wall again, securing the other end once more to a high D-ring behind Mystique. She was now not only forced to stand on tiptoe, but to arch her waist back. It was a terribly awkward position.
"Let's make this more challenging, shall we?" the man asked rhetorically. Mystique could only shake her head in protest. It, of course, did not help. The man walked to one corner of the room, and returned with a plain drinking glass. He squatted down before her right leg, and turned the glass over so that the mouth rested on the steel floor. He then lifted her right foot off the floor, and placed the glass where the foot had rested. He then placed Mystique's foot back on the bottom of the glass.
"If you fall off or kick the glass away, that's strike three." The man explained. Mystique whined softly through her ball gag. It was almost impossible to balance on the tiny surface. But worse was to come. The man went behind her and she could feel him adjust the rope holding her up. With a quick tug and pull down, she felt herself hoisted even higher, such that she could only balance on the glass with the ball of her right leg. She felt the man tied off the resultant slack,leaving her at the higher elevation.
"MMMMPH!" Mystique protested.
But the man wasn't done yet. He took out a remote control from his pants pocket, and pressed a button on it. Instantly, the dildo and butt-plug inserted into her sprung to live. Mystique's yellow eyes turned almost as wide as saucers as waves of powerful vibrations pulsed through her body, shaking her to the core. She tried to maintain her balance on top of the glass, making use of all her training and experience, but the dildo and butt-plug within of her were just too distracting.
The inevitable happened. A moment's loss of concentration caused Mystique's foot to slip off the glass. To make matter worse, her foot accidentally kicked the glass away from her. The glass rolled across the cell, coming to rest against a wall, leaving Mystique hanging in the air. She tried desperately to regain her balance, and found that if she extended her right foot straight all the way down, she could just touch the floor with the tip of her two largest toes.
It was painful, but Mystique had no choice. Otherwise, her entire body weight would have been taken up by the torso rope and the crotch rope. She ought to be used to this by now, but the two sex toys inserted into her added a new dimension to her torment. Any more weight placed on the crotch rope would drive the toys deeper into her, making the pulses of vibration even more jarring. Given their sizes, they were already difficult for her orifices to accept. Any movement further in would rapidly add to her discomforts exponentially.
As if this was not enough, the powerful vibrations of the dildo and the butt-plug were transmitted through the crotch rope to the knot resting against Mystique's clitoris. The knot was chafing her knob at an incredible speed, stimulating it, adding to her already overloaded senses.
"MMMMMMPH!" Mystique moaned as she thrashed in her agony.
"That is strike three." Mystique vaguely heard the man said. She was past caring now. Nothing could be worse than what she was enduring now. She was not quite correct in that. When the man began to whip her on her buttocks and her breasts, the stings from the whip only added to the waves of sensations crashing into her mind. All the sensations of pleasure and pain, stressed muscles and stretched orifices, rushed into her mind, in succeeding waves until her mind could not handle it anymore, and was forced to shut down. Thankfully, unconsciousness claimed Mystique, plunging her into darkness.
This terrible ordeal repeated itself over the next couple of weeks. Mystique would be placed in the impossible position for hours on end each time, trying to balance herself on a tiny point on top of the glass with the balls of her feet. The man made it a point to alternate her legs, so that it would be her right foot one time, and her left foot another. The man called it training, but she could not imagine what the training was for.
It was so bad that when the man placed her in the previous pattern of suspension, Mystique actually found it quite easy. But that was few and far in between now. This new pattern had become the usual pattern. At the end of the 'training', she would collapse onto the floor, completely drained. The man would then remove the dildo and the butt-plug from her lower orifices, put the bondage hood back on her head again, and allowed her to rest.
Over time, however, Mystique found that she was increasingly able to balance on the balls of her feet, such that even when the monsters within her shook her to the core, she was able to maintain her balance... more or less.
But no sooner had she learnt how to do this that the man made it harder. He substituted the glass for a saucer. This forced Mystique to put most of her weight on the tips of her toes, like a ballerina. The first few times was just awful. She was completely unable to keep the tips of her large toes resting on the saucer. She would, of course, be punished for this by a sound whipping. It took her a week more before she could learn to balance on the tips of her large toes.
Finally, one day, the 'training' came to an end. Mystique had been allowed to rest flat on her back, with her ankles tied to D-rings on opposing walls, which spread her legs wide open. She was rarely, if ever, allowed to keep her legs closed by the man. As far as she could remember, her legs were always spread open in one way or another.
Mystique was awoken by a touch of a pair of hands that lifted her up to a sitting position with her legs still spread open. A few moments later, something heavy and leathery was slipped over her right foot. The object felt like a shoe. More precisely, it was a boot, as she soon realized, when the man untied her right ankle, and she felt the leather cuff of the boot being pulled up her lower leg. This was followed by jerks and tugs that progressed up her leg, which could only come from the laces of the boot being done.
There was something strange about the boot. It did not seem to have a conventional toe. Instead, it seemed as if goes straight into a point, forcing the toes of her foot to point straight down. She guessed that it must have been one of those fetish shoes that she had seen on some kinky websites before, which forced the wearing to standing ballerina-like, on tiptoes. Suddenly, all the man's talk of 'training' made sense.
When the man was done with her right leg, Mystique felt the man shift to her left ankle, and untied it, before putting another boot on her left leg. This felt exactly the same as the first boot, with its stiff top laced tightly around her lower leg and the rigid shank that held her left foot pointing firmly downwards.
When the man completed putting the boots on her feet, he turned Mystique around until she was in a kneeling position. Then he bent her over at her waist until her upper chest was resting on the floor, with her buttocks raised up into the air and her head turned to one side. She was familiar with this position now, and knew what was coming. Sure enough, she felt the blunt rubber tip of the dildo pressed against her labia lips. It was well lubricated already, and it slipped easily into her, even though she was not juicing at the moment. This was followed shortly by its companion, the butt-plug, also well lubricated. By now, her sphincter able to open up its mouth large enough to accept the monster without too much pain.
Finally, to hold everything in place, the man positioned the customary crotch rope around Mystique's waist, before pulling down the running end between her legs and over the base of the two sex toys. She felt him tie the running end to the lines across her back, tugging and tightening it, which caused the dildo and butt-plug within her to jostle.
The man now pulled Mystique back to a kneeling position. Then, with an arm encircled around her waist, she felt herself lifted bodily up into a standing position. This placed her weight crushing down on the tips of her toes on both feet. Training or not, Mystique was not used to this at all, and it was an agonizing trial. She had great difficulty balancing. The boots helped to brace her feet, ankles, and lower legs, but she still almost toppled over a few times as her body struggled to learn how to balance in those impossible shoes. Each time, the man would catch her, and return her to an upright position. And each time the man did this, Mystique would earn a solid whack on her buttocks from what felt like a riding crop.
Finally, the man seemed to lose patience with her constant toppling. She felt him hold her by the waist. Then she felt the usual sensations of the man preparing to suspend her from the eyebolt in the ceiling. She whined a bit into her ball gag, but the man ignored her. Soon enough, she felt the tension in the lines encircling her torso, and felt the grip on her breasts tightened.
The man was not done yet. There must have been a long running end left from the rope around her waist and crotch. Mystique felt the end of the rope being tugged and pulled up, then swiftly secured to the lines of the rope suspending her. He made sure that there was no slack at all.
The man now let go of the blue mutant. Mystique found that the entire arrangement was such that she had to stand on tiptoes or otherwise her entire body weight would be transferred to the torso rope and crotch rope. This not only caused the torso rope to tightened painfully around her scaly breasts, but also place heavy pressure on the two sex toys within of her, pushing them uncomfortably high up into her orifices. All this could only be avoided by standing on her tiptoes.
The man now unbuckled Mystique's bondage hood, and ripped it off her head. Mystique found herself staring into the mirror in front of her. She was amazed at how tall she looked, standing on the tips of her toes. Her legs were spread out slightly. The boots on them were made from white PVC and reached up to her knees. There were no soles to speak off, only a flat cap at the tip of each toe of the boots. A long high heel on the back of each boot helped to act as a sort of support, although most of the weight of her body was still resting on her toes.
Mystique guessed that the boots must have boosted her height by as much as six or seven inches, for she now towered over the man, who was busy uncoiling and doubling a rope. He placed her long scaly legs together, next to one another, so that her ankles meet. He then tied her thighs together with one end of the rope at a point just above her knees. He stretched the running end down to her ankles, and quickly lashed them together.
Mystique's legs were now pressed firmly together at the knees and ankles. This had the effect of helping to push up the dildo and butt-plug within her, increasing her discomfort. But it was still not as bad as it would be if she lost her balance.
"This ought to teach you how to stand properly." the man said, satisfied. Then he took the remote control for her sex toys out from his pocket, and pressed down on the button on it. Instantly, the dildo and butt-plug roared into life, worming deep within her, sending waves of pleasure up Mystique's shapely body.
As her body convulsed, Mystique tried desperately to maintain her balance, but it was very difficult. Eventually, the inevitable happened, and she toppled. Her entire body weight was suddenly resting on the ropes. This shoved the dildo and butt-plug high up into her, even as the rope around her torso squeezed down hard on her breasts.
Mystique could only scream and scream into her gag.
Mystique was trained to stand in her ballet-boots for most of the following 'week'. Eventually, she learnt how to stand upright, without toppling over, even with her legs bound together, and with the dildo and butt-plug wracking havoc inside her lower orifices.
The ballet shoes were never removed from Mystique's feet during that period of time. Even when she rested, ate and relieved herself, the boots would remain on her feet, so much so that it had become part of her.
Indeed, Mystique had come to appreciate how the ballet boots made her look. The boots forced her calf and thigh muscles to tense when she stood in them, and they made her thrust chest forward and her buttocks back to maintain her balance. This reminded her of the exaggerated posture of hookers waiting on the streets, but it did make her body seemed even more sexually appealing.
"Now that you know how to stand, it is time you learn how to walk." the man said one morning after he had fed her and fucked her. She was once more on her knees, crouching down with her buttocks raised as the man inserted the dildo and butt-plug back into her for the day's training.
But the man added one additional touch to the regular dildo and butt-plug arrangement. He took a tiny silver bulb and pressed it against her clitoris, nestling the bulb under her blue scaly clitoris hood. He used a round plaster to hold the bulb pressed firmly against her clitoris. The bulb had a long wire running out of one end, which led to a single prong silver plug. A rope had already been tied around Mystique's waist, with the usual long running end. The man pulled the running end down over her crotch, then back up the crack of her buttocks, before tying it securely to the lines around her waist, just over her spine.
"Stand up." the man ordered.
Mystique raised her torso up until she was in a kneeling position. Then she carefully turned to one side as she raised a knee. It had taken her awhile to learn how to get up and lower herself. With the ballet boots on her feet, these movements were minor feats in themselves. She found that she had to turn her body to one side as she lower herself down on one knee, then turn back to the front again and lower the other knee. Rising would require her to do the same, by first turning to one side and raising one knee, planting the tips of her boot on that leg on the floor first, then turning back, and as she raise her body, she would quickly planted the tips of the other boot on the floor and balance herself before she fall back. She managed to do this with some dexterity after a while, especially with some encouragement from the man, who always had a riding crop handy.
Mystique was now standing tall before the man, but she was still required to maintain the correct attitude by keeping her head submissively lowered, or she would be punished. As she looked down at her breasts, the man came forward with two round plasters. She saw that a small silver bulb, exactly like the one that he had placed against her clitoris, had been placed in the center of each of the plaster. He pasted the plasters over her nipples, with the bulbs resting on the blue stubs. The wires from the bulbs trailed down towards the floor, with the same plugs dangling at their ends.
The man picked up a white box from a bag on the floor, the same bag from which he had kept all the instruments he was using on her. The white plastic box had a number of sockets in them, which looked as if they would fit the plugs from the silver bulbs. He went round behind her, and she felt him clip the box to the rope around her waist. Then she felt him pull up the wire attached to the bulb on her clitoris, and heard the dull click of the plug being pushed into place. He reached round to the front, and fished up the other two plugs, and these two were inserted into place.
The man now took up a short length of white rope, and tied it to her torso rope, at the point where the lines crisscrossed between her breasts. The man then pulled on this rope like a leash, forcing Mystique to take a few tentative steps forward.
Mystique tried to follow as well as she could, but she had barely learnt how to stand in her shoes, and it took some effort to make sure she did not fall over as she moved forward. The man led her slowly towards one side of the room. When they reached the wall there, the man reached into his pocket.
To Mystique's surprise, there was a very soft thud, and the wall seemed to swing back like a door. Despite the fact that she had been kept in captivity in the cell for, probably, more than a month now, she had never guessed that the wall could move.
The man tugged on the leash rope, and forced Mystique to step through the doorway. She found that there was another room next to the cell, set at an angle to the right of the doorway. It was of similar dimension to her cell. But unlike the previous room, this room had mirrors on three sides. There was a set of railings in the middle of the room. The furthest railing was placed across the middle of the room and about a foot in length. The other two railings were placed perpendicularly to this first railing, pointing back towards the door.
The railing surrounded on three sides what at first looked like a rubber pad on the floor, leaving the rear of the pad open. It had a curious white line printed down the middle of the pad.
"Onto the rubber." the man ordered.
The blue mutant obeyed, and tottered carefully up onto the pad, standing between the railings. The man pulled the leash rope forward, and tied the other end to the railing in front of Mystique. He went round to her back, and picked up the rope that usually keep her suspended. The rope was still tied to her torso rope. He reached up and passed the end of the rope through an eyebolt in the ceiling, and then pulled the end back down and secured it to her torso rope.
"Put one foot in front of the other!" the man ordered. Mystique did as she was told, trying to put one foot in front of the other. The rubber under her moved as she stepped forward, and she realized that she was on a thread-mill.
"Follow the white line!" the man barked. Mystique obeyed his command, and tried as best as she could to put one ballet-booted foot in front of the other, as close to the white line as she could. She had to take very small steps, or she would fall. When this happened, the ropes would bite her hard and the toys be shoved up deep into her, until she regained her balance again and got onto her feet.
The man let Mystique adjust herself to walking on the thread mill for a while. Then he gave his third order.
"Faster!" the man shouted. Mystique tried to increase her speed, but it was difficult to do so without falling over. This naturally meant that the man would not be satisfied with her slow progress.
"Looks like you need some encouragement." the man said, putting his hand in his pocket.
The blue mutant did not expect what was to happen next. Suddenly, she was stung on her nipples and her clitoris, almost as if she had been bitten by insects in all three of her sensitive knobs. The shock made her lose her balance. She regained her balance, but before she could start walking again, she felt the stings again. She screamed into her ball gag, and once more toppled to one side with the usual results.
"Just in case you are wondering, I've placed electric shockers on your nipples and clitoris. Every time I press this button, you will get a short jolt of electricity in them. Walk!"
Mystique fixed the man with a look of pure hate with her eyes, but she could not defy the man. She got onto her feet again, and once more put one foot before the other.
She was to be punished with the electric shocker numerous times before the day was done. The man would find fault with everything. If she did not keep close enough to the white line, she would be shocked. If she did not move fast enough, she would be shocked.
At one point, the man had switched on the dildo and butt-plug inside of her, and the power shocks made walking the line even more difficult, and for that, Mystique was punished again with electric jolts to her nipples and clitoris.
It was all more than the blue mutant could stand, and drops of tears welled out of the corner of her yellow eyes, rolling down her face as she continued with her training under the merciless tutelage of the man.
Over the next 'week', Mystique was trained intensely in walking on the tips of her toes. It was not easy, but the man 'encouraged' her by jolts of electricity to her nipples and clitoris. By the end of the 'week', however, she was able to walk in a straight line, placing one foot directly in front of the other, like a catwalk model. This caused her firm blue scaly buttocks to gyrate up-and-down, to-and-fro, behind her with every step that she took. Together with the tension placed in her thighs and calves by standing on tip-toes, this made her look very sexy indeed.
The training stopped one day. The man had taken her off the thread mill and led her back to the cell, where he had untied the leash rope and the suspension rope. Then he made her kneel down and raise her buttocks, before untying the crotch rope, and pulling the toys out of her.
But the man did not stop there. He untied her lower arms. Her lower arms had been bound against one another ever since she was first captured, so much so that when her arms were lowered on either side of her, she felt strange. Her upper arms were still bound uselessly to her body though, so she could not make any dangerous moves.
In any case, the limited and very small window of opportunity soon passed. The man tied one end of the rope that had kept her legs spread open to her left ankle. He tied it in such a way that there was a long end. He placed Mystique's left wrist against her left ankle, and used the loose end to bind her wrist to the ankle. He reached around to her right hand side, and did the same there, tying her right wrist to her right ankle. Mystique found herself bound once more with her legs apart.
It was only when the man had thus secured her wrists that the man reached for the ropes binding Mystique's torso. He quickly untied the rope from her blue body, releasing her breasts that had been squeezed by the rope for so long.
The man got up and walked to a corner of the cell. Mystique saw that he had left a bag there. The bag was already opened, and he picked up an item from within the bag. She saw that it was a corset made of glossy white PVC. It looked stiff and heavy in the man's hands as he walked back towards Mystique. He got behind her again, and placed the corset around her narrow waist.
Mystique found that the hem of the corset reached down almost to the top of her thighs in her kneeling position. The corset had been stiffened by bones at regular intervals. As the corset was placed around her waist she could feel the rigidity of the bones pressing against her ribcage and her hips. The corset opened in front, and was secured by steel hooks and loops running down either sides of the opening. The man reached under her arms and round to her front, and rested his chin on her right shoulder, as he secured the hooks and loops, starting from the top, where the corset reached up between her breasts, high into her cleavage. It took him a while to work his way down to the hem of the corset.
The corset rose up on either side of both her breasts, all the way up to her armpits, encircling her breasts in a semi-circle round the bottoms. Mystique saw that the corset had two cups for her breasts. But the cups did not cover her breasts completely. Rather, they only lifted up the bottoms of her scaly breasts, leaving her blue nipples completely uncovered and open to view.
The man was behind her, working furiously at the lacing that ran up the entire length of the back. Mystique could feel the laces steadily being tightened, causing the corset to trap her in a tighter and tighter embrace. The bones, probably made of steel rods, dug deeper and deeper into her waist, reducing its size bit by bit. It became quite difficult for Mystique to breathe, and she had to take a series of short breaths to take in enough air. Finally, she felt the man complete his task, and knotting the laces over the small of her back.
Mystique looked up at the mirror wall to see her own reflection. She was stunned at the figure that looked back at her. Her waist length must have been reduced by at least a couple of inches. The cut of the corset was such that her covered hips bulged out prominently on either side of her waist. Her breasts had been pushed up by the support of the cups, such that the bulge normally formed on the underside of each of the breast was now appeared on the top. Her breasts looked like two blue fruits presented on a plate.
"I had the tailor make the corset from crocodile-skin patterned white PVC cloth." The man informed Mystique. She looked down, and saw that the man was right. Rather than a smooth glossy surface of white PVC, the fabric had a pattern embossed into the PVC surface, resembling that of crocodile skin leather products.
"I thought the pattern would match your skin texture." The man said. Mystique had to admit that he was right. The pattern did contrast very well against the blue scales of her skin.
The man went back to the bag and took out another item. When he returned, Mystique saw that it was a bondage mono-glove, a tube of leather that narrowed from the mouth to the sealed tip. It was made from the same crocodile-skin patterned PVC fabric as her corset, and had a large steel ring bolted to the tip.
The mono-glove had a length-wise opening running down its back, with grommets running either sides of the opening. A long lacing was fitted to the bottom two grommets on either side. The mouth of the mono-glove was fitted with a thick belt, which was now unbuckled. Two white leather straps were attached to this belt, rising up from the either side of the mouth.
The man pulled back Mystique's scale covered arms and brought them as close together as her bondage would allow. He then placed the belt of the mono-glove around her upper arms, just above the elbows, and buckled it tightly in place, trapping her two arms. He pulled the leather straps over Mystique's shoulders, crossed them in front of her upper chest, before tuck them back under her arms. He mated the straps up to a pair of buckles fitted to the back of belt of the mono-glove, and buckled the straps up tightly.
It was only when Mystique's upper arms were properly secured that the man untied her wrists from her ankles. Pushing up her arms by her wrists, he brought them together, and forced her to lean forward. This made it impossible for her to struggle as he held her wrists together with one hand, and placed her arms into the mono-glove with the other through the opening. He released her arms once they were fully covered by the mono-glove. Then he began to lace up the mono-glove, threading the ends of the lacing through the grommets, pulling the ends across the opening, to repeat the process again. When he was finally done, the crisscross lacing up the back of the mono-glove held Mystique's arms snuggly against one another. Her elbows, while not pushed together, was sufficiently close to force her to thrust out her bare chest even further, and to push back her buttocks even more. Her wrists were pressed flat against one another, rendering them useless.
The man picked up another item. For a moment, Mystique thought that it was another corset, for it too had a narrow waist with bones inserted at regular intervals along its lengths. She realized that it was too small for a corset, and when the man got her to kneel down and placed it around her throat, she understood that it was a collar.
The collar was quite a tall affair, reaching up from her shoulders to her chin, completely covering her long neck. The flared top of the collar rested against her chin, pushing it up such that she could not lower her head. The collar also prevented her from turning her head, as its sides pressed in under her lower jaw. After buckling the collar securely in place, the man attached a snap hook at the end of a leash to a D-ring in the front of the collar. He tugged on the collar, and forced her to rise to her feet.
The man let Mystique look at herself in the mirror. She found a vision of fetish and bondage, and of blue and white, staring back at her with its yellow eyes. She must admit that she looked very stunning in her costume, despite the extreme discomfort that almost every part of her body was being subjected to.
While Mystique had on occasions worn fetish costumes in the past, they were never as severe as those that had been put on her now, as she could manipulate her body to fit into them. The sensation of having her body crushed, pushed, molded and otherwise forced to fit a certain shape by dint of severe fetish items was something else. It made her feel completely controlled. At the same time, the stressful posture that she was forced to adopt by the mono-glove, the corset and the boots made her body pose in an overly sexual, but very attractive manner.
Looking at her own reflection, Mystique realized that she had finally been turned into an object of sexual slavery.
"I think you are now ready for the final phase of your training." the man said, tugging the leash on her collar. Mystique followed him as he walked up to the mirror wall. He placed his hand in one of his pants pocket, and she heard the sound of a button being pressed. The wall slid aside quietly, exposing the man's office on the other side. Then the man led her over the threshold from the cell into the office.
Mystique followed the man as well as she could as he led her across his office towards a door on the other side. The door slid aside as they approached, and the man led her into a small octagonal room behind. The room was bare with the exception of a chair in the center.
The chair was large, and it was made of transparent plastic, making it look rather like an egg, with one side sliced off. The chair had a pair of doors that swung out on either side of it. Through the clear exterior, she could see wirings running inside the chair.
The chair had a deep seat. The cushions of the chair were made from soft plastic pumped full of air. Right at the center of the seat of the chair were two rubbery and transparent objects, rising out from the seat of the chair, arranged one before the other. The one in front was long and slender, rising up to a point that resembled the head of a penis. The one in the rear was shorter, but fatter, and looked like a cone with a flanged base. No imagination was required to see what they were for. Indeed, Mystique could see the wirings and motors within the dildo and the butt-plug.
Mystique was led up to the chair, and turned around such that her back faced the chair.
"Push out your butt." the man ordered. Mystique obeyed, knowing what he wanted. The man slowly lowered her down onto the seat of the chair. She felt first the tip of the dildo enter her, then the tip of the butt-plug pushing into her anus. She grunted as she slid down onto them and her bare buttocks came to rest on the seat.
The man pushed Mystique's head down, and unbuckled the ball gag's strap. He took the ball gag out of her mouth, and dropped it onto the floor. The ball gag was quickly replaced by another gag that the man retrieved from the side of the chair. This gag was fitted to the inside of a broad white leather strap. The white rubber was shaped like the tip of a penis, but larger than what a man's penis would normally be, it being almost two and a half inches wide. The man placed the gag into Mystique's mouth, and she found that it forced her to stretch her jaws open widely. As the man buckled the leather strap tightly against her mouth, ensuring that she would not be able to expel the gag, she noticed that the front of the gag was fitted with two tubes that ran from gag down to the sides of the chair.
The man now pushed Mystique back into the seat. She found that her bound arms behind her fitted nicely into the back of the seat. The sides of the seat fitted her snuggly, lending her arms some support, so that they would not get too uncomfortable, but at the same time, it made it impossible for her to move. As her head was pushed back into the seat, she found that the situation was the same with her head. The cushioning there fitted the back, the top and the sides of her head snuggly, pressing in on the head to hold it tight and unmoving. As she glanced down, she saw the man moving her ballet booted legs back, placing them into slots on the cushioning extending down from the seat. Like her head, torso and arms, her legs were now held firmly by the cushioning of the chair.
Now that Mystique was firmly seated in the chair, the man picked up two items that had been hooked to the sides. These resembled clear plastic cups. A small metal cylinder was fitted to the curved bottom of each of the cups. Each of the cylinders was fitted with wirings that ran to the sides of the chair. The man knelt down before Mystique, and fitted one of the plastic cups over her right breast. It was a tight fit, and the man had to squeeze her breast into the cup. She noted how her blue scales showed up prominently when pressed against the plastic of the cup. She also noticed how the tightness prevented the cup from popping off. Finally, she saw that the cylinder at the end of the tube fitted exactly over her right nipple. When the man was done with her right breast, he fitted the other cup onto her left breast.
The man stood up. He walked away for a moment, and returned with a pair of goggles. Unlike conventional goggles, this did not have transparent lenses. Instead, there were two steel tubes where the lenses should be. The goggles also lacked an elastic strap that ran around the back of the head. Instead, it had clips on either side. The man fitted one of the clips to a metal catch on the cushion next to Mystique's left temple. Then he stretched the goggles across Mystique's eyes, and fitted the other clip to an identical catch next to her right temple. When this was done, all light was cut off, and Mystique was placed in darkness.
She could only hear the rest of the man's preparations. The doors of the chair were now closed upon Mystique. The inside of the doors were fitted with more cushion, and as the doors clicked shut, the cushions pressed down firmly onto her body, pushing against her corseted torso and her legs, as well as her brow and the point of her chin. This rendered her completely incapable of any movement.
For a while, nothing happened, and Mystique was left alone with only the sound of her slow breathing. Then suddenly, images began to appear before her. The tubes on her goggles contained small screens. The first images that she saw was of herself seated in the transparent chair, all wired up. She looked strange, a creature of blue scales with red hair, dressed in white bondage costume, and completely encased in transparent plastic.
Almost at once, the images changed. Mystique saw footages of women being put in bondage, whipped, raped or otherwise subjected to some perverse sexual torment. These footages would be interspersed with footages of her own capture, tortures and training.
The dildo and butt-plug fitted into her began to buzz, slowly at first, but eventually rising up towards powerful pulses. These were joined very quickly by vibrations coming from the cups placed around her breasts. The steel cylinders must have contained strong motors, for she felt shocks of tremors flow through her breasts into her body.
Mystique began to thrash and moan in the chair. It held her firmly, reducing her struggles to nothing more than quivers. She fought against the cushions imprisoning her as her sensitive spots were over-stimulated, accompanied by the images being flashed across her eyes. When the images came to the point where she was whipped or raped, they would increase in pitch and vigor until she was being shaken to the core.
To add to her torment and to emphasize her helplessness, the images of her previous ordeals would be interrupted by live feeds of herself being tormented in the transparent chair. She could see herself writhing in the chair, struggling against her bondage. During these periods, the dildo, butt-plug and the breast cups fitted to her would vibrate with especial strength.
Voices would be constantly fed through a pair of speakers fitted to the cushions on either side of Mystique's head, telling her what a worthless bitch she was, that she was only fit to be a slave, that she must obey every command given by the man. These voices would be mixed in together with the jarring sounds of heavy metal music pounding into her head.
Mystique was kept in the chair for a very long time. She was constantly being subjected to images of sexual assault and perversions, or to recordings of her own ordeals, while her erotic zones were mercilessly stimulated. There was no intermission or rest period in her torment. She was not taken out of the chair to be fed or for her to relieve herself. She was fed a special liquid diet through the tube in her gag. The gag was pierced by a steel tube, all the way to the back of her throat, and all she could do was shallow whatever it was that the man was giving her.
This liquid product produced only urine as a waste product, and Mystique could only relieve herself where she sat. A clear plastic funnel fitted to the chair just in front of the dildo would drain the urine away. To add to her humiliation, cameras would zoom in on her crotch when she relieved herself, feeding the live images back to her goggles in excruciatingly fine details.
As time passed, Mystique's mind began to go. Her entire existence became centered around the sexual depravity being flashed before her eyes, and the over-stimulation of her body. She was sent into orgasm after orgasm, producing large amount of juice from her tract. All memories of who she was, what she had been, of her past identity as an independent being, receded further and further away as this new reality completely dominated her senses.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mystique's mind snapped, and she let out an animal scream into her gag. If she could only have seen the man monitoring her through an elaborate CCTV set-up, she would have seen a smile of triumph cross his face.
"Yes, the results were much better than we expected." the man said as he leaned back in his chair. He was using a Bluetooth hands free set clipped to his right ear, while he typed something into the laptop on his large desk made from glass. He was not in the office but at home, but it was constructed very much like the former, with grey concrete walls. To his right was a large scenic window that looked out onto a lake.
The door to his room opened, and the man looked up. A blue figure stepped through the door.
"Here she is now." the man said into the mouthpiece, and typed a command on the keyboard. A webcam mounted on the top of an LCD monitor on the desk swiveled around and focused on the blue figure.
It was Mystique. She was wearing a pair of white ballet boots, but unlike her last pair, this one reached all the way up her legs, almost to her crotch. It was made of white PVC fabric, with scaly patterns embossed on its surface.
Besides the boots, Mystique was wearing a white apron. It too was made from PVC fabric, embossed with a scaly pattern. It covered her only from her waist down, leaving her blue breasts uncovered. If an observer thought that her breasts had grown larger, he would be correct. The man had reduced the dosage of the drug suppressing her ability to manipulate her own body. She had increased the size of her breasts at his command, as well as reduced her waistline to produce a sharp hourglass figure. Her breasts juggled as she walked forward towards his desk.
To complement the apron, Mystique wore a white maid's cap on top of her red hair, which she had manipulate to grow into almost a lion's mane around her face. The cap was kept on top of her head by a pair of straps that reached down to under her cheeks. Here, the ends of the straps were secured to a broad white leather strap encircling her jaws, which was held wide open with a large white rubber ring. To prevent her from drooling too much, a large white rubber plug had been placed firmly in the center of the ring. The plug was fitted with a light chain at its center. The other end of the chain was attached to a D-ring on the front of the white posture collar around her throat.
Mystique wore no other costume, as the man wanted to admire the dark blue scales on her body.
Mystique was proffering a tray in her raised hands. On the tray was a coffee set, with a steel pot and a steel cup. She tottered carefully over to the desk. As she did so, the webcam continued to focus on her, swiveling to keep her image centered. She set the tray down onto the desk. As she stood back, the pair of white leather mittens on her hands was revealed. They covered her hands entirely and stretch out her fingers. The mouths of the mittens were fitted with heavy white leather cuffs buckled tightly around her wrists. These were linked together by a short silver chain.
"On your knees, slave." the man ordered. Mystique obeyed instantly, getting down onto her knees with great skill. The leather of her boots squeaked as she lowered herself down. The man reached for the rubber plug in her ring gag, and pulled it loose. He then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He lowered his pants and freed his penis from his boxer shorts.
Without any prompting from the man, Mystique knew what she was supposed to do. She stuck out her tongue through the ring gag, and began to lick the semi-hard penis of the man. She worked expertly, having been trained for weeks by the man. Soon, she was able to bring his penis to full hardness. As it stood rigid between his legs, Mystique moved her self until she was kneeling between his legs. She straightened her back, and craned her neck forward, before lowering her mouth down over the erect penis. The penis slipped through the ring gag into her mouth, and she began to massage it with her tongue, even as she moved her mouth up and down the head of his penis.
"I don't believe it!" exclaimed a voice in the earphone of the Bluetooth set, loud enough for even Mystique to hear it.
The man made no reply, he was being brought expertly towards an orgasm. As Mystique continued to bob her head slowly up and down, tonguing his penis just under its head, and pressing down on his shank with her lips, he began to moan with pleasure. Then the man ejaculated, shooting his sperm into the back of her throat. She was skilled enough to quickly lift her head, and let the sperm flow out of her mouth together with the drool that had accumulated there.
"You have done well, slave." the man said, as he replaced the rubber plug back into Mystique's ring gag.
Mystique's yellow eyes lit up at this praise, and she nuzzled her head against the man's inner thighs. The man laughed, but gently pushed her away.
"Not now, slave. I am conducting business." the man said. For a moment, there was a look of disappointment on Mystique's face, but she recovered quickly. She stood back up carefully on the tips of her ballet boots.
"Yes, yes. I think we're ready for Phase Two." the man said as he watched her walk slowly out of the room, her scaly buttocks swaying behind her.