thick, and very slippery. The hands lingered at her breasts and
crotch, and she leaned into the groping fingers, hoping for a treat, a
little something extra, but they passed on.
After waiting several more minutes, she found herself being hoisted
into the air, bumping gently against Jason’s body. She rejoiced,
knowing what was to come.
Jason too, got the harness put back on him after his woman-suit was
removed, but he also got something else. He jerked and tried to refuse
the groping hands, but there was nothing he could do after an annoyed
Dodds manacled his wrists behind his back. The strong hands fastened
something tight, that felt like leather, around his cock and balls.
Something else, that felt like cuffs, were strapped just below his
knees. He felt a gentle pull on his scrotum, and when the fumbling
stopped, the “something”, some kind of little harness apparently, was
still there, constricting his cock and stretching his sack out almost
unbearably.
He felt himself getting very hard, and the sense of constriction and
stretching became even tighter.
Then he too, received the hot oil treatment, and squirmed helplessly as
the unseen hands stroked his now rock-hard member. Soon he felt his
feet leaving the floor, and his greasy body bumping and sliding against
Flora’s.
Mr. Dodds wiped his hands on a rag, and with a few shoves and tugs, he
traversed the winch until Flora and Jason were directly over the well.
Pressing the controls again, he lowered them until their feet began
forcing their way into the tight rubber lining of the well…
Jason squirmed, and felt Flora squirming against him, as their feet
touched something soft, slimy, and at first, cold. It quickly warmed
to their body temperature though, as it slipped up their legs to their
thighs. Whatever it was, it pressed firmly against their oiled bodies,
squeezing them together. Jason assumed that this was the well that he
had glimpsed in the center of the room. As it enveloped them further,
passing their thighs and hips, Jason imagined the two of them being
sucked into an enormous vagina.
Soon, the squishy warmth had swallowed them up to their necks and for a
moment, Jason fought panic, unwilling to have his head consumed as well.
But reason prevailed, and he told himself that the air hissing into the
tight-fitting helmet must be coming from a compressor of some kind.
His air supply was safe.
With a slight lurch, the two of them slid all the way into the tight,
slippery well, the warm rubber walls pressing them closely together.
Then a new sensation presented itself. The walls began to move, with
slow, strong undulations. Outside, Mr. Dodds had turned on the water
jets of the jaccuzi, and the rotating streams pulsed against the pair
inside.
Jason smiled inside his helmet, reveling in the sensations of Flora’s
slippery breasts and belly pressed against his, the rubber walls
squeezing their tired bodies in a soft yet insistent massage. It wasn’t
long before he was frowning however, as he came to understand his
predicament. With his hands bound behind him, there was very little he
could do to enjoy their situation, and he soon discovered that Flora was
in a similar fix when he felt her rigid mittens groping about his body.
It felt nice to have her caress him, but the mittens were scratchy and
hard, and did not feel particularly sensual. Flora could not grasp him,
nor could he hold her, and he was soon near to screaming with
frustration, his erect cock slithering helplessly against her belly.
Dodds wins another round, he thought.
But after a few minutes of frustrated groping, he felt Flora’s leather
…End of the part78. To be continued..
