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LIFE WITH VIRTUAL LANA THE VISIT 2 (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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BY IMAGINOS
I am just a poster and not the author Of This Story!
(Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Warning: contents are adult erotic entertainment material. If you are a
minor or will be offended by such material, stop right now and delete
this
file.
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You are an adult, being at least 18 years of age. You are not accessing
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further certify that you will not
permit any minor to see this material, or any other person who might
find
such material personally offensive.
You believe that such material does not offend the standard of the
community
in which you live and that your community subscribes to the principles
of
the First Amendment which holds that free adult Americans have the right
to
decide for themselves what they will read and view without governmental
interference,All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described,
This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite graphical
depictions of children, adolescents, and adults in extreme sexual
situations. If any of this subject matter offends you then don't read
it.
The things depicted herein are purely fiction. I do not condone any of
the actions depicted.
If you've gotten past that, I'm going to assume that, like me, you are a
sick fuck who gets off on pre-teens. If not, what the fuck are you
doing reading this?
If you wish to contact me, I can be reached at:INDEXHTML@INHELL.COM
Warning: contents are adult erotic entertainment material. If you are a
minor or will be offended by such material, stop right now and delete
this
file.
By downloading this material you certify that:
You are an adult, being at least 18 years of age. You are not accessing
this
material to use against any person whomsoever in any
conceivable manner; and that you are not a member of any law enforcement
organization or an officer of any court nor acting as agent for such.
Your
further certify that you will not
permit any minor to see this material, or any other person who might
find
such material personally offensive.
You believe that such material does not offend the standard of the
community
in which you live and that your community subscribes to the principles
of
the First Amendment which holds that free adult Americans have the right
to
decide for themselves what they will read and view without governmental
interference,All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described,
This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite graphical
depictions of children, adolescents, and adults in extreme sexual
situations. If any of this subject matter offends you then don't read
it.
The things depicted herein are purely fiction. I do not condone any of
the actions depicted.
If you've gotten past that, I'm going to assume that, like me, you are a
sick fuck who gets off on pre-teens. If not, what the fuck are you
doing reading this?
If you wish to contact me, I can be reached at:INDEXHTML@INHELL.COM
[ part 2 ]
Sipping my Pepsi while quietly esconced in the kitchen waiting for EW's
return, I was pleasantly enjoying the softly audible gagged grunts of
struggles, the creak of wood and rope, when I finally heard the front
door open, then close, then the light padding of footsteps, accompanied
by low, more vigorous muffled grunts.
"Well, my little virtual Lana, I see you already met my good friend, so
I won't need to say 'Meet Imaginos'-or even better, 'Meet Master
Imaginos'."
My eyes opened as I heard EW speak, feeling at the same time a deep
sense of relief. It seemed I hadn't misjudged the situation after all,
thank goodness! Slowly stepping back into the living room I saluted EW
with the dew-flecked can as I cleared the doorframe, my eyes once again
taking in the vision of beauty snugly bound and gagged in her chair.
My eyes twinkled and gleamed as I watched her, just as she finally
caught sight of me and immediately started with another series of
muffled grunts and mewls, her smooth soft cheeks and throat a soft dusky
rose as she blushed again, then her wide pretty eyes grew huge and
rounded, her head swiveled, fully staring at me as his last words truly
registered -- Master Imaginos -- followed by a soft pulse of her slender
throat as she gulped and swallowed, wondering of that truly meant what
she thought it did.
You already know he's very skilled at doing knots and bindings, since he
put you in that chair and you're still there with all of the knots
perfectly done. And no, it's not time for you to be set free yet...
I couldn't help but smile at the virtual little one's increased gagged
frustrated mumbles at that. I'm sure that, behind that mouthfilling
ball, there was an absolutely adorable pout.
I knew he'd love you at first sight, and I see he finds you very
inspiring. It's just too bad that I had to be away for a dozen minutes
and leave you all alone here. I thought I'd be able to be here again
before Imaginos came here.
Hand over my mouth I smothered a grin at her expression, as she quite
visibly considered her current helpless, and very exposed, position. It
seemed as if she had wished EW had been there, too, before I'd arrived!
She then stared up at EW and gaze another muffled grunt, wriggling and
squirming a little in the snug confining ropes, obviously beseeching EW
to, if not release her, to at least cover her with something, her
efforts seemingly ignored by us both, although that wasn't the case at
all, I assure you. I certainly wasn't ignoring her. Well, I was ignoring
her pleas, true, but I certainly was watching her quite closely,
enjoying her virtual naked little bound body twist and squirm.
I think my friend'll like to train you a bit. I know you're not so
obedient, well, but I prefer not so obedient little virtual girls.
Oh my! Her expression at that was simply priceless! Especially when she
gulped again at looking at me, and saw my expression! EW was absolutely
right; I most certainly would enjoy training this virtual little beauty
a bit. Showing her the ropes, as it were. I didn't mind at all that she
was 'not so obedient'. I prefer spirit and spunk, rather then meek and
mild docility. And from what I'd seen so far, she only needed training
(taught specific particulars, as in how to do some things certain ways
properly), and not conditioning (being molded and adapted into liking
and wanting things she hadn't liked at the start), for it was patently
obvious that such as this was already tremendously exciting for her.
However, Imaginos here now has permission to come here whenever he
chooses to, and give you any treatment he wants. I know he knows very
what he can do and what he cannot. In fact, I was thinking about lending
you to him for a couple of days. If you'll excuse us now, I'm going to
show Imaginos our collection of nice clothes and restraint devices I
have stored for you. He'll take away with you- and use on you- all the
items he chooses to.
My eyes opened at least as round as her's did at that. My jaw dropped a
bit too, as I turned to stare at EW . . . as our little bound and naked
virtual beauty did, too. This was far more then I'd dared to dream! EW
just smiled back at me, his eyes twinkling, chuckling at my
dumbfounded-ox-hit-in-the-back-of-the-head-with-a-4x4 expression, then
nodded in confirmation at my silent inquiry.
I whispered to him as I followed along to his storeroom of 'delights',
"You're serious? I can?" while, in the background suddenly erupted a
symphony of muffled grunts and mumbles of Wagnerian proportions. EW just
smiled and nodded, then opened the door to the storeroom and ushered me
inside, while I suddenly started gleefully rubbing my hands together,
feeling very much like a kid in a candy shoppe on a free shopping spree.
Walking around, I closely examined everything. "Restraint-wise, really I
have anything I need, other then this," I said, gesturing at the
coloured, specially-sized straitjackets. "I don't have any that will fit
her," as I reached out and selected one. "I make almost all of my items,
you know. I work with leather, metal and rubber. Rope, too," I added
with a chuckle, "Of course."
"If you'd like, I can make for her, over the time I have her with me
this time around, a nice black supple leather single sleeve arm glove,
with attached mittens, that zippers and laces. Quite snugly, and comfy .
. . and inescapable." Then I examined the clothing, as I hadn't anything
close to her size. "Some of these tiny sandals, I think, yes," selecting
two pair. "This time I think I'll leave the high heels behind. I prefer
bare feet anyway, sandals after that, as long as they are open-toed
ones. As for something to wear, since she seems a little body-shy yet,"
grinning as I recalled her earlier manuevers to cover herself from my
sight, "I don't know as if I want to bring much to dress her in this
time."
"Oh my! These are adorable, however!" I exclaimed, finding a tiny bikini
swimsuit, in thin black rubber no less! I selected several more
intriguing garments, on the possibility that I might enjoy dressing her
in them, adding them to the small pile I'd chosen. "I have an idea on
how I'd like to take her home with me. I'll be back in a few minutes," I
said, "I just have to run home and collect a few things first, and
prepare the 'transport' for her."
Grinning I walked back out, passing by the wide-eyed, grunting
struggling naked little cutie still firmly secured in her chair. "I
won't be long," I murmured to her, pausing just long enough to gently
caress her cheek. "I just have to get things . . . ready . . . to
transport you." Her eyes grew huge at that, a soft little muffled
whimper at me as I walked to the front door, then out, closing it behind
me.
I wasn't very long at all. Just a quick trip home, about half a mile
away, to collect some things, then back again, this time parking about a
block away, removing from my trunk an ice hockey equipment bag. Softly
humming, it wasn't long at all before I was back inside, once again in
front of my helpless virtual beauty.
Her eyes were quite round and wide as she saw me lay the black nylon bag
on the floor in front of her then unzipped it, first removing a roll of
silvered duct tape, then rolls upon rolls of stretchy self-tacky elastic
bandages, some only an inch wide, most three inches.
Taking the roll of duct tape, I carefully peeled off four pieces, each
of them a precise length, then gazed deeply into her huge eyes as I
petted her smooth soft cheeks, already bulging from the ball in her
mouth, then lightly glided a fingertip along her drool-slicked small
chin then along soft warm full lips that embraced the sphere held
within. Softly murmuring I said, "That ball gag looks very lovely, you
know. You must like it, a lot, since you've not spit it out."
I grinned as I said it, knowing dog gone well she couldn't push or spit
it out, whether or not she liked it inside her small mouth, filling it
and pressing her little moist pink tongue down, rendering her muted and
speechless. Then grinned wider at her indignant muffled retort to my
teasing. Her bare little chest started heaving deeper as she saw me lift
the first piece of tape up to her lips. "This will help keep you even
more quiet," I murmured, as I placed it diagonally, centered right over
the ball, reaching from upper right cheek to just under her lower left
jaw, smoothing it flat and secure in a caressing glide with the heel of
my hand.
A second piece followed, again diagonal, from upper left cheek to just
under lower right jaw, again carefully, firmly smoothed secure, making a
silvery 'X' right over the ball in her mouth, concealing both the ball
and her small gaped lips. A moment or three to blot dry her chin of the
sticky saliva helplessly trickling from beneath the ball, then the other
two pieces were placed left to right, reaching from little ear to ear,
and from just under her small pert snub nose to just below her little
rounded chin. Those, too, were firmly smoothed flat. "There! Much
better, don't you think?"
Her eyes grew even wider when she tried to mumble, and realized that the
tape did, indeed, even more muffle and mute her attempts at speech.
Little nostrils flared as she softly panted, both in excitement and a
little fear. How adorable and alluring!
I untied her small ankles and slender little legs, then picked up a
three inch wide roll of the stretchy self-tacky elastic bandage before
bringing them together. Carefully winding the roll around her ankles I
secured them in the stretchy embrace of the bandage, also passing it
downwards, wrapping over insteps and under soles, until her small feet
were bound, little ankles held together, small bare feet unable to move
or shift, only tiny toes able to wriggle and curl . . . and so they
already were.
Because of how her little naked virtual body was already shifted forward
in the chair, it was no effort at all to gently but implacably press her
small wrapped-bound feet against her cute bare bottom, then take another
three inch wide roll and secure her slender little legs that way,
wrapping from ankles to overtop little thighs, very high up, keeping her
legs in a kneeling position.
"Make your hands into fists," I softly rumbled as I picked up two of the
one-inch wide rolls, then proudly murmured, "Good girl!", gazing into
virtual Lana's eyes as she quickly did so, with very little hesitation.
I was even more pleased at the soft flush of pride that colored her
cheeks--what could be seen of them, anyway, from under the duct
tape--even as she looked a bit, well, confused at herself, puzzled at
why that made her feel warm and glowy inside.
It was a matter of a few moments to wrap each small fist in the
bandages, until each one was covered from just above her tiny wrist
downwards, each small fist now balled, and impossible to open again.
Only then did I untie her small wrists and dainty elbows from the chair,
then continued with the upper chest ropes, leaving still attached the
lower waist one attached to the (now-thoroughly sodden) severe
crotchrope.
Removing the pillow behind her, well, behind, I carefully eased her
leaning forward, then brought her little arms behind her back. There was
the slightest of hesitation, the barest of resistance, but that was all.
"Good girl! Good little slave!", and again was rewarded with a soft
flood of pink to her cheeks . . . and then a very muffled garble as that
last registered to her.
By then I was already wrapping her little arms together behind her back,
one atop the other, little balled fists touching opposite elbows, with a
three inch roll of bandage. Lovely stuff, those bandages. They neednt be
pulled overly taut, their elasticity aiding their gripping security, and
they stick to themselves, keeping the wraps from shifting or moving so,
once in place . . .
A second and third roll went around her small chest and upper slender
arms behind her, extending from just below small rounded shoulders to
just below her ribs. The little virtual cutie was blushing quite a bit
more when I started, abruptly aware of just what having her arms bound
behind her did to her front: pushing her small chest up and out, putting
her little hard peaks quite on display . . . and nothing at all she
could do about that. It certainly didn't help any that I made sure the
wrapped bandages left those little erect and tingling nubs exposed, two
small tips of rose surrounded by a sea of beige elastic bandages.
She started panting a little, eyes very huge, when I brought scissors
over. Quite a muffled squeal as the cold metal touched her bare tummy,
flinching and goosebumping at the touch. Several snip later, and the
severed pieces of the crotchrope were carefully pulled free, as the
middle section was slithered from between slender bound legs, glided up
between slick soaked puffy folds her entire body gave a sharp jerk and
shudder, tiny nostrils flared as breathe whuffled in and out in little
pants.
"Like that, do you," I murmured--a statement, not at all a question--
making her blush deeper, even more so when I held the sodden piece right
up to her eyes, mere inches away, letting her stare at the sign of her
obvious excitement, and in doing so saying without words that I was
certainly aware of that, too.
By now she was free of the chair. And by now--I softly chuckled--that
didn't matter, for she was just as helpless as before . . . but not as
helpless as I intended. Oh no. Not yet.
Carefully, I picked her up, then placed her, kneeling, on the floor,
then walked over to the couch as she watched me with both curiosity,
excitement and a little fear. Especially when I picked up two small
nipple clamps and a vibrator. Her muffled gagged sounds were like music
to my ears, as she stared imploringly at EW, who simply stood there and
watched, intrigued. Crouching in front of her, I then laid the vibrator
between her bound slender thighs, resting it in the gentle valley there,
before slowly sliding it forwards, until the tapered tip just barely
touched her puffy slick folds. Then, with the unit still off, I taped it
in place, keeping it from shifting away . . . or closer.
From my breast pocket I removed a small tube. Her eyes grew huge at
that, and even EW looked curious. Unscrewing the top I squeezed out a
little onto a fingertip, then lightly daubed each small hard nipple with
the gel. She softly gasped at the coolness of the gel as it contacted
her skin, then tried to press forward against my fingertip as I gently
smoothed it over those taut peaks.
More gel to my finger, then huge eyes, a muffled squeal, a fidget and
blushing squirm, as I lightly drew that fingertip--and the gel
there--very slowly upwards along her cleft, lightly coating the valley
and the soft puffy petals at either side. More deeper squeals, more
frantic squirms and twists, as I brought the clamps up and carefully
fastened them to each puckered little tip.
By now the helpless beauty was feeling the sensation of the gel slowly
shifting, gradually changing, from its former coolness, to a slowly
growing tingly warmth. She deeply swallowed at that, although her
attention was distracted a bit when the first clamp's jaws gently
gripped and held. Mewling and squealing she rapidly shook her chest,
trying to shake them off, stopping almost immediately upon
re-discovering that shaking that way only made them feel worse, more
intense. And that gel certainly wasn't helping any, not at all. Pleading
huge puppy-eyes begged me to remove them, as did the plaintive muffled
grunts and mewls. But alas! . . . for her, anyway . . . they remained
affixed.
Those eyes grew even bigger as I slipped a thick blindfold over those
huge orbs, then softly petted her cheek, stroked her hair. Taking two
more three inch rolls of bandages, I prepared to finish securing her.
Both were started by running a section under her kneeling wrapped legs,
then I carefully pressed her upper body forward. Just before her small
chest--little clamps dangling and jiggling, evoking truly adorable
sounds from her as they did--reached the tops of little thighs . . . I
reached in . . . and turned the vibrator on, at low speed.
My, how she jumped, jerked, squealed and squealed at that! Then started
squirming and wriggling, even as I continued wrapping the bandages
around and over, securing her little naked virtual body into a ball.
Soft, deeply muffled gagged moans and mewls, both of arousal and of
frustration, because the vibrator was pefectly placed . . . to tease,
and no more. Not enough contact to do more then just send ripples and
little jolts through her, nowhere near enough to send her crashing over
the edge.
And, by now the gel there was warming up nicely too, adding it's own
arousing harmony to that of the vibrator. Of course, ball bound and
kneeling like that, her cute firm pert rump was, well, quite on display,
and I really couldn't resist adding a dollop of gel to that pretty
enticing pink-brown puckered rosebud winking at me. From her shocked and
dismayed muffled squeal, it seemed as if she has wished I could have
resisted. I grinned and chuckled at that delightful melody.
"Well EW, I can't thank you enough," I said, as I picked her up,
startling her into another round of squeaks, moans, mewls and pleads, as
she realized that she really was truly, no fooling, being taken away by
me. Carefully placing her inside the equipment bag, I zipped up the
sides. Perfect! She fit inside with room to spare, and a moment later I
hoisted the bag--and the helplessly bound, gagged, blindfolded naked
virtual girl inside, who was growing, moment by moment, more and more
helplessly aroused and excited--up, resting the shoulder strap over my
right shoulder. With a jaunty wave, I walked to the front door, opened
it, then out, knowing that she was perfectly well aware of being
carried. Outside. In the open. While inside that bag. Totally helpless.
Naked and exposed.
I don't think my equipment bag will ever be the same.