# Chapter Seven: Calling for Help

Author: | Gospodin

Marie was again in the stone courtyard, her naked body on display for the nobles in attendance. This time she was standing, her ankles chained to rings in the paving stones set a few feet apart. Her wrists were cuffed and tethered by a chain to something high above her head.

The nobles murmured their approval and arousal as a rubber lash snapped at her taut body. The blows came from behind, and stung her arse, pussy, back, and breasts. She tried to moan, but the breath would not come out. Hanging her head, Marie felt the heavy scold's bridle that covered the lower half of her face, the bit pushing down on her tongue.

The blows stoppd for a moment, and a heavy hand began to massage and caress her sensitive parts. The soothing manipulations caused her to relax some, and she looked up at the sedan chair. Its occupant was still hidden in shadow, but Marie could just make out that her legs were crossed. Yes, it seemed to be a woman, since the tip of a high-heeled platform boot poked out into the light just a little. Marie squinted, and the lash began to lay its biting kisses on her tortured body once more.

Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.

At first Marie did not recognize the sound, but when she rolled over on the mattress to investigate its source, she quickly understood. Her shackles had snapped open. In a few seconds, she shook them off of her ankles and wrists, and sat up in the bed.

Freedom... Choices! The endless punishment and pleasure of the previous evening had distorted her sense of time so severely that it took her several minutes of concentration and stretching to fully grasp that she was no longer bound and tortured. She had nearly forgotten how it felt to have options or control.

The possibilities ran through her mind. Would she just get dressed and walk out of the house? She looked to the mass of rubber and leather in her closet and remembered that her everyday wardrobe had vanished. Finally would she get that orgasm she had craved for all night? Marie squeezed her legs together and felt her abused clit throb slightly. She wasn't sure she could manage that at this point, although her need had not disappeared. Besides, she'd need to get out of the chastity corset first, and to do that she'd have to call Angie.

Marie growled in frustration around her gag, suddenly very aware of its filling presence at the back of her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. With a huge nasal sigh she lifted herself from the latex bed, almost chuckling at the odd "mmmmffffgggnnnn" sounds she made.

Her eyes fell on the strange note: "Suffer". She realized that she had fulfilled all her tasks to the letter, that one included. A tingling chill went down her spine as she realized how obediently she had submitted herself to the ordeal. She felt something in her gut that wasn't quite fear, wasn't quite anticipation, and had a strong glow of arousal.

Oh how she longed for that day in the hot tub Angie had suggested! Her poor nipples and clit ached for the soothing bath! Marie undid the straps of the head harness and spat the foul penis gag out. Or rather, tried to.

She pushed as hard as she could with her tongue until her lips felt torn and painful. Stepping over with her jelly-weak legs, she took a long look at herself in the mirror. The trainer straps hung down from her mouth like a bundle of bizarre black leather spaghetti. She looked terrible, a complete mess. During her struggles, the straps had welded themselves deep into her face and across her forehead. Her hair was sticky, sweaty. "Gosh," Marie thought to herself, "Good thing Angie did not see me like this." She brushed her hair the best she could and tried in vain to peel off the gag. When she had peeled enough of her lips skin to make it bleed at the middle of the lower lip, she finally gave up.

An sms then! Yes of course, that would work! Angelica had to be on her way to work right now. Marie did her best to make it sound urgent.

> `Come by my place immediately, I need your help! Bring those keys I sent you! -m`

Reluctantly, Marie redid the harness straps about her head, deciding it would look a bit less gruesome. "Still," she realized, "How embarrassing to have her enter and discover me in this state!" She decided that it was still better than not getting out of the disgusting corset. She longed for a shower.

Then her mind fell on the package again. How could she have forgotten? Her mind had wandered to it again and again over that endless night! In no time at all she had torn the wrapping off and discovered the gleaming catsuit within. Taking it out of the box, she discovered that it truly was a cat-suit. Marie felt her crotch getting warm in spite of the night's long torment.

What beautiful patterns and special items! The suit had built-in boots formed like cats paws. Marie felt through the fabric and discovered that her feet would be forced into a very steep curving arch once they were forced into the sheaths. Short white fur sprouted at the shoulders and ran down the spine--and down the tail!

Marie gave the tail a squeeze and felt the inflated rubber give, growing longer. Suspiciously she felt into the suit and found her worst guess to be confirmed. The tail would be held up or horizontal by an inflatable butt plug, and the tail was the pump. She touched her back opening and already felt sorry for it.

There was a wonderful silver belt attached to the suit with pockets she could not open, there were gloves with very realistic chrome claws, and a heavy duty zip ran from the tail right up to the throat and into a hidden flap. An eyelet would allow her to padlock the zipper up there.

Marie's cell phone gave the short beep for incoming messages.

> `Be at your place in 10. Do you ever answer your phone?`

Marie scrambled upstairs and closed the bedroom door. She shoved the suit into the lowest drawer, the one where only days ago her beautiful collection of cashmere sweaters had been stored. The thought of them gave a sting to her heart, and she realized that under no circumstances could she meet Angie in this attire. But what did she have to cover herself?

From the corner of her eye, Marie spotted a yellow dressing gown hanging from a hook on her bathroom door. It would have to do! She quickly grabbed it and flung it over her shoulders, unconsciously relishing the wonderful cool touch of latex on her bare skin.

Before she could inspect it longer, the doorbell rang. Marie checked the clock and saw that 5 minutes at the most had passed. What if it was one of the neighbors? She tied the rubber sashcord in a quick knot as she rushed to the door. As she reached the entrance hallway, she noticed that the gown hardly concealed anything! It was made entirely of transparent latex, and where it pressed against her skin or the corset, everything beneath it was clearly visible.

As she was panicking, trying to think of what to do, the doorbell rang urgently several times. Marie made an inquisitive "Mmmm?" sound, and heard Angies voice in reply.

"Are you all right in there, sweetie?" What a relief it was to hear her friend's familiar voice! Marie mmmpfffed a silly reply and opened the door.

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