Audition part 5
The agent drove to Warren West Hollywood, obeying all the laws of the road. He could see obviously out the windshield of the van, and anyone who cared to could look in.
What they couldn’ t see was that, at the base of the front seats, there were rubber and plastic-coated chains linked around the far legs of the auto chairs.
And attached to them were straps which were tightly buckled around the ankles of a beautiful young blond actress.
Lydia’ s ankles squirmed in their new bonds. They also squirmed in a new wardrobe. In the trunk corner of the van, Lydia’ s torn, ripped, sliced, and cut dress was thrown in a tiny, pathetic pile. Now imprisoning her dainty, perfectly shaped feet were four and a half-inch, black, ankle-strap high-heels. Caressing her legs were sleek black stockings, topped with delicate lace.
There were no garter belts. There was nothing to obscure her hips until the merry widow started. That one piece of costuming was as severe as any the agent had ever seen and Lydia had ever worn, even in the costume dramas she was cast in. It was all black satin with murderous stitched-in metal slats to make her waist even smaller.
But what really took her breath away, both literally and figuratively, was the way it gathered, cupped, and thrust her three-quarter naked breasts into the air—the tiny pink nipples arching forward like accusing fingers. Much to her chagrin, her nipples were achingly erect because Joyce and Madge saw to it that they were.
Her fingers reached out agonizingly for the thousandth time, held back by the straps which stretched from clamps soldered in both side walls of the van. She gurgled for the millionth time, trying not to choke on the bile which the huge ball strapped in her mouth and filling her cheeks created. Drool coursed down both cheeks as Madge did maintenance to her breasts and Joyce saw to her privates.
Both were incredibly skilled at what they did. It suddenly dawned on Lydia through the buzzing sexual haze that both women were lesbians and were totally dedicated to giving her more painful pleasure than she ever had in her life. It was completely different from what her agent had done, but it was just as awful because she was strapped spread-eagled to the floor of a moving van and totally restrained from escaping or calling out.
Lydia doubted that she even could at this point.
Joyce’ s tongue set off lightning as well as fireworks. Anything the captive did to avoid the inevitable only made it worse. Soon her hips were rolling and surging of their own volition as she moaned, groaned, and dribbled helplessly.
The rockets Madge set off only made it worse. What she did to her tits were like firecrackers going off inside her torso while Lydia sucked on the ball which pushed her mouth open to its widest aperture, and the van rolled inexorably on.
Madge kept one hand on one of Lydia’ s breasts, using her pointed, sharp fingernails to pinion the nipple, while her lips and tongue sucked, teased, and tickled the other teat.