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The Club - Part 2

Jenny sat there in the dungeon, blind, deaf and mute. She didn't know how long it had been but it felt like a long time. She cursed herself for doing such a good job of designing the doll suit to frustrate the wearer without giving any real pleasure. Jenny tried every possible motion that the bondage chair would allow hoping that one of them would rub her pussy or clit just the right way, but it was not good. All she felt was fully stuffed and frustrated.

Eventually she felt someone start undoing the straps on the bondage chair. She felt something being attached to her collar, a leash she thought, then a firm tug. Jenny grunted but got no response, just another stronger tug on the leash. She struggled to get to her feet. The combination of the ballet boots and arm-binder made it very difficult. Eventually she made it up but almost immediately stumbled. The lenses were still fully blacked out and she had no way to know where she was going.

Jenny grunted into the gag again however with her hands tightly secured in the arm-binder and her mouth filled with the dildo gag she had no way to communicate her plight. There was another pull on the leash and she stumbled forward again. There was a pause, slowly the lenses became transparent, but only slightly. Jenny estimated about 50%. This gave her just enough vision to see where she was but not much else.

Now she could also see that is was Beth who was on the other end of the leash. She was dressed in her full dominatrix gear. Tight black latex catsuit with a leather corset around her waist. She wore an open face latex hood with a blond pony tail sticking out of the top. Thigh high leather boots with what looked like 6 inch platforms, and shoulder length leather gloves completed her outfit. Jenny also noticed a riding crop hooked to a loop on her corset. Beth lead the way out of the dungeon.

Jenny was surprised, Beth didn't typically wear such high platforms and it showed. She was walking slowly and deliberately. Then Jenny realized that she was doing it to match her heigh. Jenny was average height but the ballet boots made her significantly taller. Beth was only a little shorter but even in high heels she would not match Jenny's current height, hence the platforms and the pony tail sticking straight up out of the top of her hood. She wanted to look taller than her slave. Jenny was gaining confidence in her sky-high footwear and took some pleasure in the fact that Beth was having some difficulty.

Jenny grunted again and pulled back on the leash. She wanted Beth to turn on the microphone so that she could hear. Beth stumbled and almost fell. She turned back to look at Jenny with an angry scowl on her face. She grabbed the riding crop from her waist and held it up ready to strike as a warning, then turned around and lead Jenny out into the club.

They walked around for a few minutes. Beth sought out the regular visitors and checked in with them, making sure they had everything they wanted. At least that is what what she should have been doing. Jenny's earphones were still off and she couldn't hear what was actually being said. When she was at the club Jenny made it a point to check in on her regular guests to make sure they were fully satisfied.

Jenny could see the guests checking her out and give approving looks. It didn't appear that any of them were able to tell who was in the doll suit. Every once in a while one of the guests would grab one of her breasts or her ass and give it a squeeze. Jenny was not used to this, as the club owner people usually kept their hands off her. Even though they weren't grabbing her actual breast or ass it still felt slightly degrading but she didn't care. In fact she kind of liked it. Jenny got a thrill from being treated this way and made her doll transformation that little bit more real. She very happy, her plan was working, now if she could just find a way to get Beth to turn on the microphone.

Eventually Beth lead her to one of the VIP booths on the perimeter of the dance floor where there was a group of men. Jenny didn't recognize any of them, which was odd since she personally knew all their VIP guests as she was the one who decided who got the VIP treatment. Beth seemed to know them based on the greeting. They all sat down and Jenny was forced to kneel down on the floor by her feet. Beth continued to talk to the men.

Jenny took a closer look at the group of men. They were wearing rubber, which was required to enter the club, but they did not look comfortable in it, and it clearly didn't fit. They looked like off the shelf garments and cheap ones at that. Jenny didn't like this, this nagging feeling that something wasn't right was getting stronger. Too many things were not right, from her treatment this afternoon to these guests. She wanted, no, she needed to hear what was going on. She grunted again to get Beth's attention. Beth scowled at her, slaves were supposed to be quiet and well behaved. This interruption was not acceptable.

Beth pulled Jenny to her feet and pointed to the low table in the center of the both. Jenny didn't know what to do. Beth pointed again at the table this time with the riding crop while pulling down on the leash. Jenny finally got the message that she needed to lie on the table. She crouched down and laid on the table on her stomach. Not the easiest thing to do with your arms bound behind your back and enormous breasts, but she managed. Beth took Jenny's legs and secured the ankle cuffs to the tip of the arm-binder with a short chain, forcing her into a tight hogtie. She then secured an additional strap to her head harness and pulled it tight forcing Jenny's head back and up adding to the severity of the hog tie.

Beth went back to her conversation with the men. A few minutes later Jenny was spun around on the table so that she was facing the man who had been doing most of the talking. Jenny watched as he unzipped his pants. Jenny could clearly see his dick straining against his underwear. Cotton underwear! This was definitely not right. Meanwhile, Beth was loosening the straps on the harness gag and as the man was getting his dick out Beth removed the gag. Jenny could see the men's eyes widen when they saw the full length of the dildo gag. She smiled under her hood taking some pride in the reaction from the men and fact that she was able to cope with the gag. This was short lived however as the man grabbed her by the shoulders and slid her towards his crotch, where is erect dick was now free and pointed directly at her face.

He thrust it at her and shoved it down her throat. There was little she could do to prevent this, bound as she was with her mouth held open by the doll suit hood. She used her tongue to stroke his shaft a couple times, however he didn't need much help and Jenny's mind was occupied trying to understand what was going on. Sex of any kind is not allowed in the public parts of the club and Beth should have been well aware of this. Jenny really wanted to know what was going on because none of this looked good. It wasn't long before the man's dick exploded and shot cum down her throat. Jenny did her best to swallow it down, grateful that rubber lining in her mouth blocked most of the taste.

He pulled back and used a cloth that Beth gave home to wipe himself off. While he put his dick away and zipped up his cheap latex pants Beth re-attached the gag to Jenny's head. The discussion must have been over since Beth proceeded to release Jenny from the hog tie and pull her to her feet. Jenny moved her sore legs and slowly got up. Beth then took the leash and lead Jenny back to the dungeon where she was locked in one of the cells. Jenny tried to sit down however the arm-binder made that very uncomfortable. She ended up resting on her side on the floor. As she was lying there she re-played the events of the afternoon and evening so far trying to figure out what was going on. Her mission to find out who was dissatisfied had been a bust so far, however it appeared that Beth was up to something.

Much later, Beth returned. She was still wearing the black catsuit but she had replaced the thigh high leather platform boots with a more reasonable pair of high heels and removed the shoulder length leather gloves, corset and latex hood. Her hair was slightly damp from sweat after a long evening trapped under the latex hood. She looked tired. Jenny, claimed a small victory since she was still wearing the ballet boots and arm-binder. It wasn't much especially since the fact that she was still bound was not by choice and she probably would have removed them if she had been able to, but she needed something positive after this evening. Inside she was proud of the way she had coped with the bondage she had been subjected to this evening.

Judging by the lack of people Jenny guessed the club was now closed. Jenny moaned into the gag. She was sore and wanted to get out of the doll suit so that she could figure out what was going on and sort it out. Finally Beth turned on the microphone.
"Did you get what you wanted?"
Jenny moaned again, asking to be let out.
"No? Didn't think so." responded Beth. "I guess that means you want to try again tomorrow evening."
Jenny shook her head and tried to get Beth to understand she wanted out.
"You know, I have to say I'm very impressed with your dedication to this task. I certainly wouldn't have gone to these lengths. I have to commend you, you are an inspiration to us all. It can't be easy all bound up in that doll suit"
Jenny screamed into her gag again.
"There there, no reason to get so excited. Let's get you ready for bed."

Beth helped Jenny to her feet and lead her to an adjacent room where there was a bed with hospital restraints laid out. Beth removed the arm-binder and set it aside. Jenny was relieved to be free of the punishing arm-binder however her arms were completely numb from the lengthy imprisonment. Before Jenny could regain use of her arms, Beth picked up a thick latex straitjacket and fed Jenny's numb arms into the sleeves. She turned her around and started securing the straps down the back of the jacket. Pulling them as tight as she could until the jacket hugged every curve of Jenny's augmented body. She then reached between Jenny's legs and pulled the crotch strap tight against her crotch. Jenny wished for a regular catsuit and a powerful vibrator. She had experienced many wonderful orgasms bound this way. Today however there would be none, just frustration. Finally Beth secured the sleeves of the straitjacket tightly around Jenny's body under her enormous breasts. As the strap was tightened Jenny's fake breasts were lifted, making them stick out further than before.

Jenny was lead over to the bed and helped onto the thin latex covered mattress. Beth then secured Jenny to the bed using the hospital style restraints. Starting with straps at her ankles, then moving on to thigh straps, a wide waist belt, straps around her elbows and finally a strap connected to her head harness. Once all the straps were secure Jenny could barely move. Despite the tight bondage it was comfortable. The last thing she heard was Beth saying goodnight, then the earphones went dead and the lenses over her eyes went fully dark again. It wasn't long before Jenny fell into a deep sleep. It had been a long hard day and she was exhausted.

A little later Jenny was woken up by someone loosening the straps that held her to the bed. She was helped to her feet and slowly lead to another room. Progress was slow since she was still blind. Then she felt the straitjacket being removed. Something was secured around her neck then each hand one at a time was raised up and connected to the end of a bar that extended from the collar that had just been put around her neck. She was lead over to another part of the room and helped down to the floor so that she was lying on her back. She could feel the ankle cuffs and ballet boots being removed. Before another spreader bar was attached between her ankles. She felt more parts being attached to the spreader bar and then the tip of a dildo at her pussy. Soon it was inserted deep into the thick latex sheath and locked into place.

Next her gag was removed. It was replaced by a small mask that covered her mouth and nose. A large tube in the mask slid into and sealed against the mouth opening in the doll suit. Jenny felt a couple elastic straps being stretched over her head to hold it in place. She felt a little more pressure on her face. The very next breath was met with considerable resistance, the mask sucked tight against her face but she got no fresh air. She tried again still no air, she started to panic, but then her air was restored. Jenny understood that this was simply a way to test the seal on the mask. This didn't really comfort her.

Next she felt someone reach between her legs and shove a plug in her ass. Jenny grunted as it was shoved into place. She felt more things going on in and around her crotch but couldn't tell exactly what. She did feel someone extract the end of the catheter tube. This was a relief since she had now been in the suit at least half a day and her bladder was getting full. Gradually she felt the pressure in her bladder subside.

Jenny felt a taught sheet of latex on the front of her body. She now understood where she was. She was in the vacbed room. Mark had help design a vacbed with separate top and bottom sheets each held in a rigid metal frame. When closed the frames created an air tight seal. Having a vacbed that opened this way made it much easier to get in and out. It was especially useful if you had an uncooperative slave. The seal was good enough that you could remove the vacuum once all the air was sucked out and not loose pressure. This vacbed was one of Jenny's favorite pieces of equipment in the dungeon. Total immobilization in total comfort. She liked to use it whenever she had the chance.

Sure enough she soon felt the latex wrap around her body press against every inch of her skin. Within moments she was fully trapped only able to wiggle slightly. She rocked her hips back and forth trying to find a way to have an orgasm, but as was the case in the bondage chair, the doll suit was too well designed and she was unable to find a way to climax.

She felt the vacbed start to move. She was being hoisted up against the wall. This was another feature of this custom vacbed that Jenny loved. The frame was on a track that allowed it to be positioned vertically so that the person trapped in the vacbed could be put on display like a life size painting. Moments later her vision was restored. The room was now empty but Jenny could see herself in the full size mirror on the opposite wall. She was trapped in the vacbed under a transparent rubber top sheet. She could clearly see the chrome inverted "T" shaped spreader bar between her legs with the tip of the vertical member stuffed deep in her rubber lined crotch. She could see a small tube connected to the catheter and a couple tubes coming out of the plug in her ass. Her arms were held up and out above her shoulders connected to the ends of a second spreader bar that included a collar tightly secured around her neck. More tubes extended from the face mask.

Beth came into view. She had what looked like an IV bag filled with a thick light brown fluid. She connected it to the end of the smaller tube coming from the face mask and hoisted it up high. Jenny could see the fluid slowly make its way down the pipe until it went into her mask. She then felt it start to trickle down the back of her throat. It had no real taste. Jenny guessed it was some type of protein shake. It felt good to get some food. Jenny didn't realize how hungry she was until now. Her last significant meal had been on Thursday. Since then she had been on a liquid diet in preparation for being in the doll suit that evening and possibly longer.

While Jenny was focused on the food coming through the tube, Beth had connected the two tubes coming from the but plug to another machine. Jenny recognized this piece of equipment. It was another of Mark's creations designed to give the user enemas. The volume or pressure, temperature, duration and number of cycles could all be controlled by the micro controller in the box. It simply needed to be connected to a water line and drain. Everything else was automatic. Jenny watched the water make its way up the tube. Soon after she could feel it filling her insides. The water kept flowing in until she thought she was going to burst. It stopped and waited. Jenny groaned into the gag. She could feel her stomach and abdomen start to cramp. After a minute or so the valve opened and her bowels were evacuated. She got a short break before the procedure started again.

Meanwhile Beth had taken the larger hose coming from her mask and attached it to a bubbler bottle. Immediately Jenny's breathing became a little more difficult and she was hit by the smell of warm urine. Closer examination revealed that the catheter tube was also connected to the bubbler bottle. Her piss was draining into the bubbler bottle and now she was being forced to breath through it. Jenny stopped breathing for a second while she tried to figure out what to do. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do. She simply had to accept her situation. She tentatively took her next breath.

This was another step too far and Jenny started thinking about how she was going to deal with Beth once this ordeal was over. There was definitely no future for her at the club, however the more important question was what to do. Simply fire her or enact some form of revenge? Jenny had a long list of friends in the service industry from her past positions and close connections to a number of senior lawyers and government officials who were also heavily into rubber and bondage and regulars at her club. Maybe they could help her find a suitable solution.

Jenny remained suspended in the vacbed for some time. The food bag was now empty and the enema machine had completed its program. The one thing that remained was the urine filled bubbler bottle. Beth came into view and started disconnecting hoses. Jenny was relieved to finally breath some fresh air. The vacbed was lowered from the wall and the seal was released. Moments later the top sheet was lifted away.

Jenny wanted to run or fight back but the spreader bars made it impossible. Beth helped Jenny up, no easy feat when you have a dildo attached to a spreader bar stuffed deep in your crotch. Bending at the knees or hips was basically impossible. Once on her feet Jenny was able to slowly waddle over to the center of the room. Each step transmitted a painful jolt to her pussy as the spreader bar wiggled around. None of them was pleasurable. Once there Beth connected her collar to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She removed the but plug and face mask and tucked away the end of the catheter.

Beth stepped outside for a moment then returned with a large bundle of thick black rubber. At first Jenny didn't know what it was then when Beth held it up she recognized it as a bitch suit. Beth opened all the zippers and approached Jenny. She disconnected the ankle spreader bar and removed the dildo. Then one foot at a time she helped Jenny step into the suit. At this point since the zippers were all open Jenny could still stand on her feet. Beth pulled the suit up Jenny's legs. It was extremely tight around her ass. The suit was designed for a normal person not someone who had been enhanced by a doll suit the way Jenny was. Eventually it was snug up against her crotch and over her voluptuous ass.

Beth then took Jenny's right arm and released it from the spreader bar before inserting it into the sleeve of the suit. With the sleeve all the way on Beth folded Jenny's arm back so that her hand was against her shoulder and closed the zipper on the arm pocket. She repeated the process with the left arm then moved behind Jenny to pull the main zipper closed. The zipper started just below Jenny's belly button then ran down through her crotch, up her back then all the way to the top of her head. The bitch suit included a thick rubber hood with small openings for eyes, nose and mouth. Beth got about half way up Jenny's back when she discovered the next challenge. The suit was not designed for someone with enormous breasts. Beth had to go very slowly so that she wouldn't break the zipper, pulling the two sides together as she gradually inched the zipper up. Eventually she got the main zipper closed.

The thick rubber was stretched so tightly over her chest that Jenny was having a hard time breathing. In fact the whole suit was extremely tight. The bitch suit was sized to be worn with nothing underneath. Jenny's doll suit was already quite thick and on top of that it was built up in many places to help shape her doll body. Having her arms folded back on themselves like this was painful . For now she was managing but it was not easy. Beth reached between Jenny's legs to reposition the two zipper sliders on the main zipper over Jenny's ass.

The hood also had a number of buckles that could be used to attach a variety of masks and gags. In this case Beth had selected a molded rubber dog mask complete with snout, ears and a tongue. Inside a short dildo gag filled Jenny's mouth. To complete the look there was also a molded rubber tail attached to a but plug. Beth carefully inserted it into Jenny's ass. She closed the zipper around the wide base of the plug securing it in place. As Jenny moved the tail wagged, this, in turn wiggled the plug giving Jenny the first bit of pleasurable stimulation since putting on the doll suit.

Beth pressed on Jenny's shoulder forcing her to first kneel then lie down on her stomach. She took each leg and folded it back on itself until Jenny's foot was pressed up against her beautiful fake ass. She then pulled the zippers on the leg pockets closed sealing Jenny in. Jenny was now able to get on all fours, standing on her elbows and knees. She was greatfull for the thick foam pads in the end of each arm and leg pocket. Beth attached a collar around Jenny's neck and chained her to a nearby anchor on the wall.

Beth left for a few minutes then returned in another one of her dominatrix outfits. This time with more reasonable high heels and no hood. She was also wearing a leather harness with red trim instead of the corset. She disconnected the chain and clipped on a leash. Beth pulled on the leash and lead Jenny out into the club. Jenny followed along as best as she could. Her stumpy limbs and the tightness of the bitch suit made it difficult to keep up. Numerous times she felt a sharp tug on the leash.

Beth toured the club, greeting guests and making sure they were all satisfied. They all seemed happy to see her but many left with confused expressions. As with the night before Jenny's earphones were turned off so she couldn't hear anything. Down on the floor Jenny was invisible to many people and she found herself getting kicked as guests made their way around the club. Jenny's body was already sore from over 24 hours of intense bondage. She was longing for release and a warm soothing shower.

Eventually Beth returned to the dungeon with Jenny. The final insult while wearing the bitch suit was a fall down the stairs leading to the dungeon. Jenny was struggling to descend the stairs and Beth lost her patience. She gave a sharp tug on the leash. Jenny was pulled off her "feet" and tumbled down the stairs. Her body was now truly battered and bruised.

Back in the dungeon the bitch suit was taken off. While it felt good to be free of the suit Jenny couldn't do much since her arms and legs were mostly numb from the tight encasement. Without delay Beth attached a spreader bar between Jenny's ankles and another between her wrists. The center wrist bar was attached to a winch in the ceiling and Jenny was hoisted into the air. By the time the winch stopped she was on her tiptoes just able to relieve some of the pressure on her arms. Beth left her there to recover. At this point she was just wearing the doll suit and the black sleeveless catsuit with open breasts and crotch.

Jenny was starting to regain sensation in her arms and legs when Beth returned with a group of men. The same group of men she met with the night before. This time however they were not wearing their cheap rubber suits but fine wool suits instead. Beth was holding Jenny's microphone collar. The earphones came to life.

"Jenny, I want you to meet my partners," she gestured towards the group of men. "They will be taking control of this club and I will become the new manager. You have been replaced."
Everything now made sense. Jenny was furious. How could she do this! She thrashed in her bonds however it was no use.
"Once my lawyers complete the paperwork you will sign it and become my slave. I know how much you like being a submissive. Who else would come up with a crazy plan turn themselves into a doll to find out what was really going on in their club."

Jenny had to admit there was some truth to this. She did enjoy the challenge of being bound, however she had no intention of selling the club and would never agree to become someone's slave. She needed an opening, an opportunity to escape. Then she could go to Mark and her lawyers and sort this all out.

"Now that you know I have screwed you out of your club, I'm going to let the new owners literally screw you"

Beth lowered the winch and disconnected the cable from the spreader bar. She placed a chair in front of Jenny with the back facing her. Her ankle spreader bar was secured to the rear legs of the chair and she was forced to bend over the back of the chair, feet wide apart, ass high in the air. Her wrists were pulled down and secured to the front legs of the chair. The back of the chair pressed painfully into her stomach. The thick rubber of the corset that was built into the doll suit made it difficult to bend over.

One by one Beth's partners took their turns fucking Jenny. They all appeared to have a good time. Jenny felt mostly pain from the strict bondage position. The suit did its job of denying Jenny of any real stimulation. After the men had all had their turn Beth appeared again. This time with a large dildo attached to the front of her harness. She lined up behind Jenny and thrust the dildo deep into Jenny's rubber lined pussy. After a couple thrusts Beth pulled out. The act was mostly symbolic since she wasn't getting any real pleasure form the act.

After this Jenny was released from the chair and taken to a small cell in the back of the dungeon. There she was chained to the wall and left. Before Beth left she said,"Before you go getting any ideas about escaping you need to know the lube we used to get you into the doll suit was actually glue. Don't even try to take it off"

With that the earphones when silent again. Jenny's blood ran cold, what was she going to do? What could she do? She had to find an opportunity to escape or get some help. Unfortunately the only person who knew who was in this mysterious doll suit was Beth.