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Paula and her Professor

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With thanks to Bosksenior

CHAPTER ONE

Paula had no idea what she was getting herself into when she challenged her psychology course tutor’s assertion that hostages in a long-term kidnap situation occasionally found themselves becoming so sympathetic to their captors’ political views and even forming such close emotional attachments, that they had been known to resist the efforts of rescuers to free them. She found the whole idea of what he called “The Stockholm Syndrome” so bizarre and far-fetched that she made the mistake of calling his knowledge and expertise into question.

Professor Goss, her tutor, hid his annoyance at her scepticism, but after the lecture, asked her to remain behind to discuss the matter further. Unlike the others in his class, Paula was a mature student of 26 with a shapely figure, long blonde hair and blue eyes, and ever since she had enrolled in his course almost a year before, he had been so strongly attracted to her that it bordered on an obsession. Unfortunately, she did not appear to share his feelings and he had not yet managed to find a way to move beyond the usual tutor and student working relationship, to the much closer and far more personal level that he wanted.
In a long, intense one-on-one debate after the lecture, Professor Goss argued strongly for his case, but she would not be moved, contending that no woman in her right mind would ever take the side of someone who had kidnapped her and subjected her to captivity.

It didn’t take long for him to see that mere words would never succeed in changing Paula’s mind and while he watched her animated face and gestures when she tried to convince him that she was right and he was wrong, he began to realise that the only sure way to settle the matter once and for all, was to persuade her to subject the disputed theory to a practical test. Continuing to listen to her arguments with only half of his brain, he let the seeds of an outrageously daring plan take root and flourish in the other half. Paula’s deeply-held opinions might just give him the opportunity he had been looking for, and as a scenario began to unfold in his mind, he knew that no matter how great the risks involved, the prize for success was far too tempting to ignore.

His agile mind raced at top speed, sketching the broad outline and then filling-in the details of what would be required to implement a plan that he was convinced would overturn her arguments and prove to her that her opinions were entirely mistaken. And, not entirely coincidentally, have the considerable added benefit, for him at least, of ensnaring Paula in a situation where her curvaceous body would be entirely at his disposal for an extended period ... just as he had imagined and dreamed of since first seeing her walk into his lecture-class. If ... and it was a very large if ... he could persuade her to take part without raising her suspicions about his real motives and objective, his goal would become reality.

“Well, it seems to me, Ms Bailey, that we have reached an impasse.” he smiled warmly. “I cannot seem to persuade you that the Syndrome exists and you have not convinced me that it does not. Therefore, the only way logical forward is to carry out a live experiment. The summer break begins next month, so if you have no other plans, I suggest you permit me to set up a real-life scenario where you and I can investigate the truth of the matter.”

“I don’t see how.” Paula responded. “You can’t very well have me kidnapped just to see what happens, can you?”

“Not exactly kidnapped, no.” he agreed slowly. “However, it would be possible for me to borrow a small research facility I know of where it would be perfectly feasible for us to simulate the conditions of a genuine kidnapping.” Paula’s lower jaw dropped when he continued. “It’s only a small place, but it does have comfortable accommodation and excellent facilities for our research, including a laboratory, computers of course, and even an underground testing room that would make a very secure cell. If you were to agree to play the part of hostage to my kidnapper, I could arrange for us to have sole use of it for the entire period of the summer break, which would give us a realistic period of experimentation.”

For almost a full ten seconds, she simply gazed at him in dumbstruck amazement, unable to believe that such an incredible suggestion should have come from a man she had always thought of as a rather shy and inoffensive “nerd” .. albeit quite good-looking in a “bookish” way.

“You mean,” she gasped at last, “you want me to let you kidnap me and keep me locked up for the whole summer, just to settle a silly argument?”

“I do not consider the pursuit of knowledge, silly at all.” he frowned frostily in reply. “Such an experiment would enable us to discover the truth and that is, after all, why we are both here on campus. While I am fully prepared to back my beliefs with my time and effort, it seems that you are not. So, if you do not wish to avail yourself of my suggestion and put your arguments to the test, then I fear we have nothing further to discuss. I wish you good day, Ms Bailey.”

Paula felt her cheeks redden at his curt dismissal; her embarrassment and anger at his assumption that she was not fully committed to her views outweighing her usual common-sense and understandably cautious view of what he had suggested.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t agree!” she snapped waspish. “I’m just as convinced of my opinions as you are of yours. I still say that your lecture today was complete nonsense and I’m not backing down. I do have other plans for the break, but if necessary, can easily change them. Naturally, I would prefer not to spend the summer locked in a cell in order to prove to you that I’m right, but if that’s what it takes, then I will. You’re on, Professor Goss and we’ll see who’s right, won’t we?”

“Well said, Ms Bailey!” Professor Goss gave a nod and smiled approvingly, concealing his surprise and delight that she had accepted his spur-of-the-moment plan rather than angrily rejecting it as he had fully expected she would. “You clearly have real spirit and commitment to your hypothesis and I apologise for doubting it. So it seems we are agreed, then. I shall make all the arrangements for our experiment to begin immediately after the final lectures of the spring. I suggest we meet at my house at four o’clock on that day, at which time, you will begin your period of captivity. I take it that is acceptable?”

Paula hesitated, realising that their heated discussion had spiralled out of control and led her into accepting a challenge she didn’t even know if she was equipped to handle, and which would mean cancellation of the relaxing holiday she had been looking forward to taking. It certainly wasn’t what she had intended or expected, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her back down, so, taking a deep breath, she tossed her head as if to demonstrate a nonchalant confidence she definitely did not feel.

“That will be perfectly acceptable.” she stated coldly. “I’ll be there, but don’t expect me to be a timid little mouse.”
“Of course not.” he agreed. “Although hostages are generally frightened of what has happened and of their kidnappers, many attempt to make some form of resistance and even seek to escape. I would expect nothing less from you and will do my utmost to play my part as thoroughly as you clearly intend to play yours. I am sure we will both learn a great deal from this experience and I am indebted to you, my dear. It promises to be an interesting and most instructive summer, don’t you think?”

Walking away from the lecture room where she had just entered into the strangest and most bizarre agreement she had ever imagined, Paula didn’t know what to think. Professor Goss’s challenge had come as a complete surprise to her and she knew she should have taken time to think through the implications before impetuously agreeing to accept it, but she had been too carried-away and convinced by her own arguments to stop and give proper consideration to her decision and now she was stuck with it. She respected Professor Goss for his knowledge, of course, but had never really thought of him as a man. It wasn’t that he was unattractive or even particularly old ... late 30's or very early 40's perhaps and in very good shape, but, well, he was a Professor and it simply hadn’t occurred to her that he might have any other life than the one she saw every day on the campus.

He was single, she knew that, but she hadn’t heard of any relationships or girlfriends and there certainly hadn’t been any of the rumours that were often associated with older men working alongside young female students. Just the opposite in fact, because although several of the other girls in her class had made it quite plain that they definitely found him sexually attractive and tried to flirt, he always remained a perfect gentleman; polite, courteous, and totally professional; somehow managing to refuse their advances in a way that didn’t hurt their feelings and retained their confidence and trust.

Maybe he was gay? It might be best if he was, if she was going to spend all summer working with him on their experiment. Obviously he couldn’t really mean to keep her locked in a cell, of course. Not all the time. She definitely wouldn’t put up with that.

It might be a valuable experiment, but Paula had no intention of letting things get that far out of hand and anyway, how could she assist him if she was locked up? It was an exciting idea, though. Being locked up as a helpless prisoner and at the mercy of Professor Goss ... in an odd sort of way, she was quite looking forward to it, especially if it turned out that he wasn’t gay. She smiled and shook her head at her foolish imaginings, reminding herself that she was not some love-struck teenager sneaking off for an illicit rendezvous with her boyfriend.

The experiment he had suggested was a serious scientific investigation and that was all it was, no matter how odd it might appear to anyone else. As befitted a serious investigation, she would remain cool, detached and unemotional, and most definitely not permit any form of physical involvement to develop between herself and Professor Goss ... unless, of course, she chose otherwise. It was a sound, logical and eminently practical response to a highly-unusual situation and provided Paula with a reassuring sense of security. Unfortunately, it didn’t take into account that, unknown to her, Professor Goss had radically-different plans for the part she would find herself playing in the summer-long experiment, or that her confidence in her own ability to stay calm and in control, whatever the situation, would turn out to be totally unjustified.

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CHAPTER TWO
The last day of spring term was over, the last lecture given and the campus was virtually deserted when Professor Goss opened his front door to admit a rather nervous Paula.

“Come in, Paula. May I call you that? Good. Would you care for a drink before we begin?”

While she sipped from a tall crystal glass and Professor Goss outlined what he had in mind, a shiver of excitement rippled through Paula’s slim frame to the realisation that he intended to make the experiment as realistic as possible by not only locking her into the cellar under the research facility, but also by putting her into bondage. It was the first time he had mentioned tying her up and when he explained that a real hostage would invariably be restrained to prevent any possibility of escape, Paula began to wonder quite how far he was going to go in the pursuit of realism.

She had never been bound in her whole life and when it dawned on her that once she was helpless, he would be in total control and she would be unable to resist, she felt a delicious tingle of fear and became embarrassingly aware of a hot wetness between her thighs. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be so completely at his mercy and to know that he could do anything he wished to he. She stole a glance at him and wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed to see that he appeared to be completely calm and unemotional, as if totally focused on the details of the experiment and unaware of the erotic possibilities of having a young and attractive female tied up and at his disposal for several weeks. Doing her best to match his professionalism, she tried to suppress her own unwanted feelings of arousal and when he set down his glass.

“Well, Paula, are you ready to begin our test?” she took a deep breath and replied as casually as she could
“Yes, of course, Professor. How do you suggest we start?”

With an apologetic smile, he took a typed sheet of paper and offered it to her.

“I am afraid the first requirement is your signature.” he said. “This note is confirmation of our agreement, stating that you are a willing participant in our experiment and have not been coerced or otherwise intimidated into accepting your role as hostage. By signing it, you absolve me of any possibility of being charged with kidnap or other offences and declare that you accept full responsibility for your actions and any consequences both before, during, or even after the term of the experiment. Please read it, and if you are willing to go on, sign and date at the bottom.”

Paula took the sheet and scanned it briefly, unwilling to embarrass either him or herself by checking every detail as if she didn’t trust him. As far as she could tell from her cursory reading, it said pretty much what he had told her, that she was willing, he hadn’t forced her, she agreed to become his hostage of her own free will and gave him authority to run tests as he saw fit, the experiment to be completed by the end of summer break, if not concluded earlier. It seemed OK and she took the pen he offered, signing and dating the form before handing it back to him and trying to hide the thrilling anticipation that made her hand tremble slightly as she committed herself to becoming his helpless prisoner.

“Excellent, my dear.” He nodded. “Thank you. Now, I have taken the liberty of providing a change of clothing for you. Something rather more suitable than your current apparel and much more practical for the sort of tests we will be performing. You’ll find it in the bedroom down the hall, so if you would care to change, I will prepare everything here. Just leave all of your own clothes on the bed and come back when you’re finished.”

The gleaming black, skin-tight rubber suit was a real surprise to Paula and for a moment her resolve weakened when she realised that the stretchy material would hug every curve and hollow of her body. Wearing it, she would be displayed almost as if she were stark naked and she felt her face burn with a mixture of guilty shame, undeniable arousal, and intense curiosity when she imagined how she would look to his eyes with her breasts and buttocks and thighs moulded by the polished rubber. Perhaps she should have asked exactly what sort of “tests” he had in mind before agreeing, but if she started raising objections now, it would look as though she had lost her nerve and was having doubts about the validity of her arguments.

Her pride would not let him have such an easy victory and even though she couldn’t help but wonder what she was letting herself in for, she was stubbornly determined to go through with it. She was going to prove to him that she was just as academically rigorous as he was, and if that meant wearing the strange suit, then wear it she would. After all, he was a senior and highly-esteemed Professor with an unblemished reputation and impeccable credentials in his field of expertise ... someone who would surely never use his respected status to perpetrate anything underhanded?

Reassured by her own reasoning, Paula stripped off her outer clothing and underwear and laid them on the bed, then, naked, inspected the suit more thoroughly prior to putting it on. The first things she noticed were the astonishing, built-in boots that formed the lower section of each leg and terminated in blunt-toed, ballet-style boots with impossibly high arches and heels a good seven inches in height. The instant she saw them, Paula knew that walking would be a difficult, precarious and uncomfortable activity. Running or any sort of quick locomotion would be completely impossible and when she realised that they were a highly-effective form of bondage in themselves, she gulped in nervous fascination, understanding that Professor Goss was leaving nothing to chance. As his volunteer “hostage” she was to be given no easy way of making a successful escape and if she was to free herself before he brought the experiment to an end, she was going to have to work hard for it.

His reputation for thoroughness and attention to detail was clearly no accident and Paula felt her belly swirl with unexpected warmth as she tried to envisage what other preparations he might have made to achieve the “realism” he demanded in his work and that of his students. Surprise number two came when she lifted the rubber flaps that were the only flaws marring the polished sheen of the suit and found three nylon zips: one at the tip of each moulded breast-cup and a much longer double-ended one running from the rear of the stiffened collar down the spine and between the legs to a point three inches below where her navel would be. Her face reddened to the thought that her nipples and sex could be made available at any time, even if she was to be tightly bound, and when she imagined the zips being slid open to provide unhindered access to her most-private and sensitive areas, the wet heat between her thighs grew hotter still.

The rational part of her brain tried to convince her that Professor Goss was not the sort of man who would ever do such a thing to her against her will, but the emotional, primitive part that lurks in the dark recesses of every human mind, responded to the possibility with immediate sexual excitement, stiffening her nipples and releasing a slick of juices to coat her sex in preparation for love-making. Ashamed of her instinctive arousal, Paula struggled to regain control of her traitorous body, crushing back thoughts of sexual pleasure with Professor Goss until she was able to re-establish some semblance of normality and make herself believe that she was once again the sensible, logical, level-headed woman she had always thought herself to be.

“I am not a real prisoner.” she told herself aloud. And he is not my real captor. I can handle this and I will handle this without letting these crazy feelings get the better of me. Get a grip, girl. It’s not real. It’s only an experiment and we both know that.”

Next to the suit on the bed was an eight ounce, plastic squeeze bottle filled with a clear somewhat syrupy liquid and next to it a note. Paula read the typed words carefully, feeling a deepening sense of excitement. The note instructed her to coat her body an limbs thoroughly with the oil before attempting to put on the suit, as doing so would make the process much easier, and allow it to quickly into proper position. Paula followed the instructions carefully, coating her feet, legs, belly, hips, chest and arms with the slick stuff, letting some slide down her back., and then began to put on the suit, doing her best to ignore the sensual pleasure that set every nerve-ending in her skin tingling with delicious pleasure when the supple rubber enveloped her in a tight, warm cocoon, slowly sliding over then holding every inch of her body in a firm grip when it moulded itself to her smooth curve.

Just as she had feared, the ballet-boots did indeed force her feet onto the tips of her toes and triggered an immediate sharp ache in her calves when her legs became an almost straight line from toes to groin, but when she saw herself in the mirror and marvelled at the gleaming picture of displayed femininity she had become, Paula knew that she had never looked better or more desirable. When she eventually returned to the sitting-room, Professor Goss’s reaction was everything she could have hoped for and for almost a minute, he stared at her in speechless appreciation.

“You look ... incredible ... beautiful ... superb!” he breathed at last, then chuckled. “If I really had kidnapped you, I would forego the ransom and keep you for myself, my dear.”

Paula smiled in embarrassed pleasure.

“Well, thank you, Professor. It’s really nice of you to say so.”

“Oh, I meant it, Paula!” he told her. “You would make any man want you, looking as you do now. Surely you know that?” Paula flushed, but before she could think of an answer, he hurried on, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, true though it is. Tell me, how do you like the suit?”

“It’s wonderful!” she replied eagerly, her eyes sparkling. “I love how it holds me and makes me look and feel. But ... well ... the boots are a bit much.”

“Mmm, yes. They are rather high, aren’t they?” he agreed cheerfully. “Still, you seem to be managing and I’m sure you’ll get used to them after a while.”

Paula was by no means so sure, but any doubts she might have expressed were lost when he turned to pick up a long tube of glistening black leather with a double row of lacing eyes spaced all along it.

“Turn around, please, and place the palms of your hands together behind your back as if you were praying.”

She hesitated, realising at once what the leather tube was for, then took a deep breath and complied. Even while she did as he asked, she was tempted to inquire if it was really necessary to tie her up, but before she could, a broad strap tightened around her wrists and she knew it was already too late. With them buckled together, she no longer had any option but to accept his wishes, then eye by eye, he pulled the laces tight, working upwards from the tips of her fingers, the leather clamping her hands into the prayer position until she couldn’t move them a fraction, then rising to her wrists and forearms and higher still, all the way to a point well above her elbows.

It was uncomfortable, stressful and frighteningly efficient, for as the leather tightened, her arms were welded into a single, totally immobilised column that left her not the smallest hope of escape or relief from the relentless pressure that pulled her shoulders back. She tried to complain that it was too much, first asking and then demanding that he loosen the device, but he only responded that he wasn’t finished yet. It was only when her elbows were touching and he had knotted the laces and looped the leather straps over her shoulders to hold it in place and prevent it from slipping down and loosening, that he gave her an explanation.
Holding her wrists in one hand, he told her that the device was called a single-glove, that it was completely inescapable when fitted properly, as he had fitted it, and that she was going to be wearing it for the entire duration of the experiment. Paula twisted her head around to argue with him, her eyes wide with shock and horror.

“You can’t do that!” she protested with a shuddering voice. “Not the whole summer! It’s inhuman! I won’t be able to stand it. Please, you must let me go!”

“Let you go?” he asked calmly. “Why would I let you go? The ransom hasn’t been paid and you surely don’t expect a kidnapper like me to set you free until I’ve got the money ... do you?”

Paula attempted to pull her arms free of his grasp, but when he casually levered her wrists upwards so that she was forced to bend forward from the waist, she realised just how helpless she was and just how easily he could control her with almost no effort on his part.

“But ... but you aren’t a real kidnapper.” she moaned. “This is only an experiment!”

His chuckle sent a tremor of icy dread up her spine when he replied softly.

“Is it, Paula? Are you quite certain of that? And as to whether I’m a real kidnapper, well, let’s examine the facts, shall we? Number one: you’re tied up and helpless, while I’m free. Number two: you’re my prisoner, while I can go where I please. Three: I can do anything I want to you, while you cannot resist me. And four: I know from the records that you were planning a solo trip to Mexico and were going to be out of contact for the summer, so nobody is expecting to hear from you for some time. Therefore, you will not be missed and nobody but me even knows where you will be. I think that’s a fair summary of your position, wouldn’t you say?”

Paula had never considered the situation from that viewpoint and when she realised that he was right, her lips parted in what was intended to be a cry for help. It never emerged, for when her mouth opened, his free hand snaked around her face and wedged a huge, bright red rubber ball against her lips.

“Open wide, Paula!” he demanded sternly, increasing the pressure of his hand and when she was forced to obey, he wedged the gag deeply into her mouth and fastened the buckled strap behind her neck, pulling it so tight that she could not eject the ball.

She tried to scream and was shocked to hear the low, muffled whine that was all she could produce and when he chuckled again, Paula whimpered in anguish, realising that she could no longer even protest or argue with him.

“That’s better!” he said cheerfully. “Can’t have my hostage calling for help, now can I?”

Pushing her bound arms upwards, he brought her to her knees, then eased her down onto her belly and quickly straddled her, facing backwards, his thighs on either side of her buttocks and his weight pinning her wriggling body. Her long legs kicked and flailed while she fought to escape, but it was to no avail and when he seized one and then the other and she felt a thick leather strap encircle each ankle and be drawn tight, she knew she was lost. Demoralised, she put up only half-hearted resistance when he bent her legs towards her bottom and when a second strap linked her wrists to her ankles, immobilising her and hollowing her spine into a deep curve, Paula trembled helplessly to the knowledge that she could never get free without assistance. Bound as she was, she couldn’t even turn over when he removed his weight to stand up.

“Stage One completed,” she heard him say in a tone of complete satisfaction then walk out of the room. Paula could only stare numbly at the carpet in front of her and try to imagine just what “Stage Two” might entail ... then how many other “Stages” lay ahead before Professor Goss was satisfied that their joint “experiment” had run its full course.

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CHAPTER THREE
In the weeks leading up to the summer break, Professor Goss had made all the necessary arrangements to procure sole use of the research facility he had discussed with Paula. With his reputation and high standing in academic circles it had not been difficult to persuade the owners of the laboratory that he was engaged in a project that required absolute privacy and total discretion and he was certain that they would cooperate fully.
There would be no distractions or unwelcome intrusions to interrupt the progress of his experiment with Paula and though she might find herself wishing it to be otherwise, he would be in sole control of everything that would happen to her while she was held in the secure surroundings of the remote country site. As a scientist, he was genuinely interested in proving to his own satisfaction, the accuracy of the “Stockholm Syndrome” theory and had every intention of keeping detailed and scrupulous records of Paula’s responses to her captivity and subjugation ... even though he was well aware that those records would never be published in any scientific journal or, for that matter, ever see the light of day. To do so would be professional suicide and he had no intention of seeing his career destroyed by scandal-mongering journalists eager for a sensational headline and so the records would remain securely locked in his private safe where only he would ever peruse and analyse their evidence. However, he was not just a scientist ... he was a man, too ... a man with the same urges and desires as any other ... one who now he had an extremely attractive young woman bound and gagged on his sitting-room floor and a signed piece of paper in his pocket giving him a free hand to do much as he pleased with and to her, without fearing the consequences that would usually follow.

Science, he decided with a grin, was such a rewarding career; especially when a pretty, argumentative and somewhat naïve young woman like Paula was prepared to go to such lengths in the pursuit of knowledge. He had no doubt that by the time Summer Break was over, she would have no trouble at all in getting an “A” grade on what would by then have become her specialist subject ... the “Stockholm Syndrome” and its effects on a kidnapped hostage.

With a beaming smile lighting his face, he went to his garage and made a final check on his vehicle to ensure that all was ready for Paula’s transportation into captivity. The strong leather straps hadn’t given a fraction and Paula lay exactly as before, her rubber-clad body arched in a hogtie, belly-down on the carpet. Only the bead of sweat at the tip of her nose betrayed the effort she had put in to try to escape her bonds, and the expression of miserable resignation in her eyes was confirmation of her complete lack of success.

Professor Goss would have been extremely surprised and disappointed if she had managed to get free, because he had done a great deal of research to find the most secure and reliable bondage equipment he could, then insisted on several demonstrations and practice-runs before he had handed over his money. That attention to detail had paid dividends and when he gazed down at her, he was satisfied that she was not going to be able to wriggle out of the restraints he had placed on her, no matter how hard she tried. He bent down to gaze into her blue eyes.

“Time to go, Paula.” he said and ignoring the muffled whimpers that greeted his words, slid his hands under her and lifted her with an ease that surprised her. Cradled in a pair of arms that were much stronger and more muscular than she would have guessed, she was carried from the room and into the garage where his large and powerful, four-wheel drive truck stood waiting with the doors open. With a grunt of effort, he lifted her into the cab and laid her across the passenger seat on her left side, then closed her door and got into the driver’s seat.

“It’ll be a couple of hours,” he told her, “so just relax and leave the driving to me. Not that you’ve got all that much choice.”

The garage door rolled up to admit a flood of golden afternoon sunshine and while the truck moved forward, Paula shuddered in humiliation at the realisation that anyone glancing into the cab could not fail to see her. Even in her rubber suit and tied up with a gag stretching her lips, she was still perfectly recognisable and when she imagined one of her student colleagues or a member of the teaching staff flagging-down Professor Goss for a chat and accidentally discovering her in bondage, her face burned with shame and despair at the unwanted and unlooked-for heat that swirled through her belly and stiffened her nipples at the appalling prospect of being found in such an embarrassing and decidedly compromising position.

Thankfully, it didn’t happen and even though her situation was basically unchanged, it was still a considerable relief to her when the campus was left behind and they were on the open road, but only for the first hour or so. Professor Goss turned left off the main highway, onto a much narrower, rather bumpy country road and after a short distance, pulled the truck off onto the verge and braked to a halt in the dappled shadow of a clump of trees, then turned off the engine and swivelled in his seat to smile down at her.

Only another 15 miles to go, Paula,” he told her casually, “so, from here on in, you travel outside.”

Paula had no idea what he was talking about and from her position laying across the passenger seat and of course couldn’t see what he was doing when he climbed out of the cab, then took something from the open bed of the truck behind her and fitted it to the massive front fender. When he had finished and lifted her out of the vehicle, she still couldn’t guess what he had in mind and it was only when he explained the purpose of the inverted steel “T” bolted to the front, that she realised what he intended.

The cross-piece at the bottom of the “T” was a thick pad of rubber over a steel plate, while the upright bore a number of bright red webbing straps with large buckles and when Paula learned that she was to be bound and displayed on the front of his truck like some sort of outsize, living mascot, her eyes bulged in shocked outrage.

She shook her head furiously, squealing her adamant refusal to be exhibited so shamefully, but while Professor Goss lifted her and positioned her so that her knees rested on the rubber pad, then used his shoulder to hold her in place when he buckled the straps around her thighs and hips, waist and torso above and below her breasts, Paula found that her gag-muffled objections, no matter how vehement, carried very little weight with her ingenious “kidnapper.”

With each strap carefully tightened to ensure that there was no danger of her slipping from her novel perch, Professor Goss stood back to admire his handiwork and drink in the erotic spectacle of Paula’s tightly-cinched body, each strap indenting her rubber-clad form as evidence of the security of her bondage. Above the red ball-gag sealing her lips, her eyes gazed beseechingly at him while he double-checked her bonds and he gave a slow nod, confident that she was beginning to understand how truly helpless and utterly dependent on him she had become.

He reached out a hand and hid his smile as alarm flashed into her eyes and her body tensed when he slid back each of the zips at her breasts, exposing the taut, firm globes.

Her eyes flickered downwards, then back up to his face and he saw her throat work when she gulped to the knowledge of how easily he could take advantage of her defencelessness to caress her breasts, whether she willed it or not.

“Very nice!” he said casually, suppressing his natural desire to do exactly that ... as she obviously expected him to, then he simply patted her gagged cheek, got back into the truck and drove on.

Paula couldn’t believe it! From the first moment of her arrival at Professor Goss’s home, she had been constantly aware of a simmering sexual tension between herself and him ... a tension that had ignited a surprising, but undeniably delicious warmth between her thighs and which she had been almost certain that he shared despite his apparently aloof and distant manner. His reaction to seeing her in her rubber suit had strengthened her view and when she had allowed him to bind her arms, she had actually found herself wondering whether the whole “experiment” thing was just a ploy to get her into his bed ... and realising that she wouldn’t have minded too much if it had been.

The gag and hogtie had put an end to those thoughts, but even when he loaded her into his truck and drove her away, she had still retained hopes that he was just playing some sort of kinky sex-game and would drive around for a while, then take her back to his house and his bed. She didn’t think that any more, because nobody, no matter how kinky or sexually adventurous, would drive around in public with a rubber-clad, half-naked, bound and gagged woman strapped to the front of his truck! Not unless he wanted to be arrested and have his name splattered all over the front pages of every newspaper in the country.

Professor Goss had to be playing a game with her ... but it was a game whose rules only he understood and when the truck began to move and Paula felt her naked breasts jiggle up and down and from side-to-side while he drove slowly along the poorly-surfaced road, she whimpered in horrified shame, dreading the appearance of another car and the unbearable embarrassment she would inevitably be subjected to, if and when one came along.

The 15 mile drive took 45 minutes ... the longest 45 minutes of Paula’s life ... and she spent every second in a state of tormented anticipation, dreadful humiliation ... and ... shockingly-intense sexual excitement. She found to her helpless despair, that the unavoidable jiggling of her breasts and the movement of warm air across her exposed nipples created a constantly-changing stimulus that caused her breasts to swell and her delicate pink buds to turn a light chocolate-brown as they engorged to aching hardness and transmitted electrifying jolts of devastating arousal through her body and down into her sex at every bump in the road. She felt it happen, but was powerless to prevent it and when her belly churned and seethed with ever-increasing heat, Paula gasped and strained against her bonds in futile efforts to achieve the massive climax that hovered tantalisingly close, but not quite within her grasp.

Had she been able to see herself from ahead, Paula would have been mortified at the sight she presented, her eyes wide with fervid lust, her bare breasts and nipples quivering, her belly and thighs flexing against the tight red straps that secured her ... all clear evidence that she was no longer the cool, self-possessed, mature student of such a short time ago. Now she only a hot, hopelessly aroused and sexually-charged package of needy and frustrated femininity, unable ... and perhaps unwilling to control the overwhelming passion that had been unleashed within her.
Professor Goss, on the oth

r hand, found that the trip went far too quickly and would have been quite content to drive for hours with Paula’s upper body, tightly strapped elbows and head neatly framed in the middle of his windscreen. But then, he had the great advantage of knowing that the road he was following led only to the research facility and that the chances of meeting another vehicle were precisely nil. At the high wire fence that surrounded the compound, he stopped the truck, got out and unlocked the heavy padlock that secured the gates, drove through and locked them behind him, then continued the last half-mile through the lightly-wooded grounds and pulled up in front of a single-storey, concrete and glass building. Switching off the engine, he walked around and looked at Paula, his smile growing broader when he noted the tell-tale signs of her arousal.

“Stage Two completed.” he told her calmly, beginning to release the straps, then couldn’t resist adding, “Welcome to Summer Camp, my dear. You obviously enjoyed the trip here, so let me finish untying you and then I’ll show you around.”

Although he took great care to avoid her breasts, every touch of his hands sent a shock-wave through Paula’s body and when he unbuckled the final strap and she fell against his chest, the exquisite sensation of her engorged nipples scraping against the material of his shirt was too much for her. Pressed against his body and still helplessly bound and gagged in his arms, she shuddered in climax, her belly kicking and pulsing wildly to powerful convulsions that sent a great flood of hot juices pouring down into her sex when she gasped and moaned in the throes of ecstasy. It was what she had wanted ever since he strapped her to his truck and only minutes before, she would have done anything she could to achieve it ... only she hadn’t bargained on Professor Goss being close enough to see and hear and feel every nuance and detail of her shameful surrender to her uncontrollable sexual excitement. Nor could she deny the indisputable fact that being tightly bound and unable to control what happened, was such a huge and thrilling turn-on for her, that she was beginning to hope that he wouldn’t set her free too quickly ... at least, not until ... afterwards.
Embarrassed by the fierce desire that she felt as she accepted that there was going to be an ‘afterwards’ Paula kept her face buried against his chest and heard him chuckle.

“My, my, Paula! Stage Three already. We’re ahead of schedule.”

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CHAPTER FOUR
The delightful sensations of Paula’s breasts and belly and buttocks quivering and flexing in his arms, tested Professor Goss’s powers of self-denial almost to breaking point. He wanted her and was tempted to abandon the experiment and simply lay her down on the lush grass and take her there and then. There was no question that she was ready and, he suspected, more than willing to acquiesce, but his plan ... if he could stick with it ... called for much more than her mere passive acceptance of his temporary authority over her. Although she didn’t yet know it, his intention was to bring her to a point where her obedience and unquestioning submission to his will would become purely instinctive and automatic, as normal and natural to her as her own heartbeat ... all without physical intimacy between them. That would have to wait until after she was fully-conditioned to his control over her, when her surrender would be absolute, eagerly given and her greatest, most intense desire.

He knew it would take time and patience on his part, of course. He was, after all, a trained psychologist, but he knew the end result would be well worth his effort. Paula would be his and his alone. Willingly, permanently and best of all, contentedly; for her conditioning would be so deeply ingrained and so tightly-focussed on him that it wouldn’t even occur to her to look at another man. She would be the perfect companion, beautiful, bright, lively and intelligent; her spirit unbroken and seemingly unchanged to her fellow students and tutors. Only he would know that at his command, she would obey without hesitation, her body and the limitless passion contained within it, reserved solely for his use and pleasure.

Summoning-up what remained of his self-control, he fought down his lust and laid his enticing burden on the soft grass to remove the straps that bound her ankles and held her in the hogtie, then stood back until Paula recovered the use of her numbed legs and tried to get to her feet. He reached down and helped, steadying her when she swayed uncertainly on her high heels, then pointed towards the building. She hesitated, her eyes flickering towards the road and he understood that she was wondering if there was a chance of running away and making good her escape.

“By all means try if you want to, my dear.” he smiled and folded his arms. “To give you a sporting chance, I promise not to come after you for half an hour. Off you go!”

It was 15 miles back to the main road, a ten-foot fence and a locked gate barred her way, she wore seven- inch high heels, and was bare-breasted with her arms bound immovably behind her back and a gag in her mouth. He watched her work it out and when her shoulders slumped, he nodded.

“Very sensible, Paula. You’d never have made it. Now, stay where you are.”

She didn’t move or try to resist when he fetched a pair of hobble-cuffs from the truck and locked them around her ankles and this time, when he pointed towards the building, she shuffled slowly forward, the 12 inch chain between her feet clinking metallically with each short, restricted step. Of course he knew the hobble wasn’t really necessary. Paula had nowhere to go ... but its mere presence would be a constant reminder of her helplessness and reinforce her sense of submission to his absolute authority. She would wear the chain because he wished her to wear it ... and soon, his slightest wish would be her command.

Paula didn’t want to wear the steel-boned, leather corset, but as Professor Goss didn’t seek her views on the subject and also conveniently ‘forgot’ to remove the ball-gag from her mouth, she was in no position to object very effectively when he laced her into it, slowly but extremely thoroughly, giving her time to adapt to the steadily increasing compression. Then the corset was tightened a little more and a little more until the edges met over her spine and he was able to tie the final knot, squeezing Paula’s waist down to a literally breath-taking 23 inches that set her still-naked breasts heaving rapidly in the quick, shallow pants that were all the corset’s vice-like grip permitted.

Once he was sure that she could breathe satisfactorily through her nose, he unbuckled and removed her ball-gag, but immediately replaced it with a thick, hard shaft of rubber attached to the inside of a heavy rubber hood that encased her entire head and left only her eyes and nose exposed! In the few seconds that she was un-gagged, Paula tried to protest that she really, really didn’t want to be hooded, but it made no difference and as the laces were pulled tight and knotted behind her neck, the rubber shaft was forced deep into her mouth, bulging her cheeks and silencing her even more effectively than the ball-gag had managed.

The third and final addition to her costume was a tall, stiff leather collar that made her hold her head up and prevented any bending of her neck and when Professor Goss locked it in place over the hem of her hood and its knotted laces with a small padlock, Paula realised that even if her hands were free, she still wouldn’t be able to remove either the collar or her gag without the key. Dropping it into his pocket, Professor Goss walked across the subterranean room that was to be Paula’s home and prison and stopped beside a large floor-to-ceiling mirror.

“Come over here, Paula.”

His tone was commanding and although she didn’t want to obey, she shuffled towards him with the tiny, mincing steps imposed on her by her enormous high heels and hobbled ankles, her blue eyes wide with hopeless resignation and anxious concern as she made her labourious way to his side.

Since declining his offer to let her try to escape ... an attempt she had instantly realised was doomed to failure ... he had grown noticeably in confidence and authority, seeming to take her acceptance of her hopeless situation as tacit approval of his actions. Much as she would have liked to tell him otherwise, she couldn’t of course and although she had tried to indicate her reluctance and growing alarm while he showed her around the facility and pointed out the many complex machines that were to form part of the tests she had agreed to let him carry out, he had ignored her muffled questions and protests. When they finally reached the underground ‘Test Area’ where she was to be imprisoned, he had casually locked her in while he fetched the corset, hood and collar she now wore and which restricted her ability to communicate even more severely.

Professor Goss waited until Paula reached him, then indicated a spot directly in front of the mirror.

“Stand there. I need to make sure that you don’t go wandering about and getting yourself into trouble while I set up the first test.”

The chains dangling alongside the mirror made his meaning perfectly plain and when he lifted the first and clipped it to a ring on the front of her collar, Paula knew that she wasn’t going to be allowed the opportunity to get into trouble ... or, more specifically, more trouble than she was already in already. The second chain went to the same ring, the third and fourth to the sides of her corset an left her secured, facing her own reflection and unable to turn away. A breathy squeal leaked past her gag when Professor Goss’s hand snaked around her torso to lift her left breast and despite his assurance that he was only replacing the firm globe back into its moulded rubber cup, the touch of his fingers instantly re-ignited a hot glow of arousal in her belly. Her skin tingled to the feel of his hands and she felt her nipple stiffen while he gently pushed her breast into position and slid the zipper closed. When he cupped her right breast, she turned her head as far as her collar would permit, her eyes filled with a silent plea.

Professor Goss was only human and, dedicated scientist though he was, even he was not proof against the need in Paula’s eyes. Despite his better judgement and determination not to enjoy her body until she was fully conditioned, his thumb and forefinger captured and rolled her erect nipple while his free hand kneaded her resilient buttocks until she writhed and pressed back against him; eyes squeezed shut against the sexual pleasure that swept through her belly.

Out of control, Paula could not and would not hold back, her desire to submit to his hands and to her own passion blazing like a torch throughout her quivering body as she raced towards her second orgasm and when her belly contracted in frantic spasms, Professor Goss was privileged to witness her total, explosive submission long before he had anticipated such a pleasure.

In the mirror, he met Paula’s wild gaze while her body shuddered to the wrenching jolts that sent hot juices flooding into her belly and in her wide and fearful eyes he read the shocked understanding that her helpless passion had betrayed by its awesome depth and power. It was a capacity and a desire to submit that she had never suspected or imagined that she possessed. Both recognised in that instant of shared knowledge, that there could be no going back ... for either of them. Zipping her breast back into its rubber confinement, he ignored her soft whimpers and trembling body and strode to the door, then turned for a few seconds.

“That should keep you going for a while!” he chuckled. “I’ve got other things to do, so I’ll be back later when I’ve set up the machines for your tests. Did I tell you I trained as an electrical and hydraulics engineer in the Navy, before I went into teaching? So you don’t need to worry, you’re in safe hands. I can make those things do pretty much anything I want.”

Far from reassuring Paula, his words only added to her concerns about what the future held in store for her now that he had discovered how sexually responsive she could be ... or could be forced to be. She didn’t doubt that he could do what he said and while she tried to imagine exactly what he was going to modify the machines to do to her, she gazed numbly at the heavily-chained woman in the mirror and saw her belly kick powerfully to the appallingly-seductive prospect of even higher levels of enforced helplessness and utter subjugation.

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CHAPTER FIVE
The electric hoist was designed to lift and transport heavy or bulky equipment around the research facility, but it was equally capable of being utilised for moving items that were much lighter and far more delicate ... not to mention a great deal more interesting and visually stimulating than a package of hydraulic spares. The thought of a package brought a smile to Professor Goss’s lips, for he was quietly confident that the hoist had rarely, if ever, carried a package more tightly-wrapped and securely fastened than its current cargo, and certainly not one that presented such a delightful picture of immobilised and vulnerable femininity.

Paula had spent several hours chained in front of the mirror while Professor Goss worked on the machines, then endured a long, uncomfortable and far from restful night, still in bondage, on the camp-cot he provided for her. Even when she finally managed to fall asleep, her dreams had been filled with images of her bound body being endlessly menaced and ravaged by pitiless machines, presided over by a crazed scientist bent on some unspecified revenge ... a scientist who looked very much like Professor Goss. It had been a relief to wake up and find it wasn’t real ... until, ungagged briefly to eat a delicious breakfast prepared and fed to her by him, this followed by an extremely embarrassing trip to the toilet and also assisted by him, Paula had discovered that her dreams were not that far from reality.

“All set for your first little test, Paula?” he had asked jovially and although she had tried her best to indicate that what she wanted was to be freed and allowed to leave, he just smiled and nodded and chose to interpret her gag-muffled protests as consent to continue.

“Good, good. That’s the spirit, my dear. Now, this first test is quite simple and will indicate how someone in a hostage situation might react to the stress of her situation, but, of course, as you are merely playing a part and are in no actual danger, it is necessary for us to simulate the tension that a real captive would feel.”

He paused then, to fetch a long, thick, blunt-headed rod with a second, shorter, pointed shaft diverging at an angle from it, both covered in a rubbery coating, with a coiled lead plugged into its base. As she gazed at it in sudden foreboding, he continued calmly.

“So, in order to achieve that end, this device will be inserted into your sex. It is programmed to provide both sexual stimulation of varying levels aa well as random, minor electric shocks of a totally non-harmful nature, thus, combining the physical stress of erotic arousal with the mental tension of uncertainty as to when and for how long, the shocks will occur. So if you would be kind enough to spread your legs, I will position the device and we can begin the test.”

Wide-eyed, Paula stared in horrified fascination at the rod, imagining the havoc it would create in her helpless body and trying desperately to think of some way to save herself from the torment to come, until Professor Goss frowned and snapped at her.

“Come along, Paula! I’m waiting.”

She knew then that there was no escape.

Allowing her ankles to part to the full extent of her hobble-chain, she gasped when he slid open the zip at her groin, then gasped again while the thick shaft penetrated deeply into her body, stretching and filling her with its length and girth and its entry aided by the slippery juices of an intense arousal ... to her humiliation. The shorter section nestled against the projecting bud of her clitoris. She had been unable to resist!

He had closed the zip, leaving the lead dangling and began to bind her even more thoroughly. Balanced on tip-toe by the enormous seven-inch heels of her ballet-boots, Paula stood rigidly erect on the base-plate of the hoist, incapable of any movement other than a rapid blinking of her blue eyes. Every few inches from ankles to neck, wide bands of stretchy black packaging tape compressed her rubber-clad form, each band encircling her completely and so tightly that her flesh bulged from between every loop in confirmation of the security of her bonds. With her body held in position by two shaped metal straps clamped around her neck and ankles, these bolted to the hoist’s frame, she could not even lower her head because of the strong chain running from the top of her hood to the lifting-point above her. To complete her hopeless plight, the wire that emerged from between her strapped-together thighs betrayed the fact that she was still at the mercy of the device lodged in her belly ... and of Professor Goss who controlled it.



She stared across the 30 feet that separated her from where he sat at a computer typing up his notes, her mind whirling with fear and excitement in combination with arousal and guilt, knowing that when he finished, her test would begin; barely able to contain her ashamed anticipation. Utterly helpless and unable to do a single thing to avoid her fate, she was left with no choice but to accept whatever came and that stark truth absolved her of any responsibility. Professor Goss was in charge, and to tell the truth, she was beginning to enjoy having no say in what he made her do, or did to her. Somehow, being in his bondage, even bondage as tight and inescapable as he insisted she wear, was much more thrilling than she had imagined, giving her a deep, visceral pleasure that kept her in a constant ferment of excitement and simmering arousal. This was due of course partly because of her helplessness, and partly because of her knowledge that nobody even knew where she was, or that she was taking part in a scientific experiment. Her awareness was also aided because Professor Goss had an unexpected talent for keeping her off-balance and uncertain of what he was going to come up with next.

In her wildest dreams, Paula would never have suspected him of having the determination and ruthlessness to bind her so stringently and for so long. After strapping her to the front of his truck and brazenly exhibiting her with her breasts bared for the world to see, she could still hardly believe that he actually had the nerve to risk such an astonishing gamble. He was clearly not just the studious academic she had always believed him to be and although she still trusted him not to harm her, she was increasingly suspicious that he had much more in mind than a few simple tests to prove a theory.

Paula had seen the enormous bulge in his trousers when he looked at her and even though he always did his best to hide it and pretend that he was unaffected by her costume and the massive climaxes she had already received, Paula wasn’t deceived. He wanted her and it could only be a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to hold back any more and for her part, Paula wished he wouldn’t even try. This “new” Professor Goss was a lot more interesting and sexually attractive than the old model ... stronger, more decisive and sure of himself, and best of all, powerfully dominant, giving her no option but to submit to his will. Paula, to her own surprise, found she liked it that way.

Professor Goss hit the “Save” button on the computer and when he was sure the operation was complete, picked up the remote-control for the hoist. At a flick of his finger, the hoist glided smoothly forward, bearing its hapless cargo across the room to his desk and stopped within arm’s length of where he sat.

“Sorry for the delay, my dear, but I’m all set now. So ... let’s get you hooked up and the test under way.” He reached to a cable dangling from the top of the hoist and plugged it into the one at her groin, then calmly reversed the lifting machinery a few feet until he had a perfect, unobstructed view. “Right then, Paula! Here we go.”

While she watched helplessly, he tapped the “Enter” button on his keyboard and sat back; fingers steepled under his chin. The program took a few seconds to load and for that brief interval, her anxious blue eyes met his steady brown gaze, then her eyes bulged in disbelieving horror when both sections of the device began to vibrate at different speeds and intensities, sending devastating pulses of chaotic arousal surging through her belly. Perhaps, if the two shafts had been set to the same speed and intensity level it might have been possible for Paula to control, or even withstand their effects ... at least for a short period ... but the combination of fast/slow and hard/soft applied to the two most sensitive and delicate areas of her body; cycling at dozens of times a minute, proved utterly irresistible. She had no defence, because none was possible and within seconds of the incredible sensations storming through her immobilised body, Paula shrieked an unconditional surrender into her gag and a foaming torrent of her heated juices fountained into her quaking belly.

Her every sinew and muscle tensed violently, fighting to respond to the tornado of lust and ecstasy that erupted like a volcano deep inside her body and mind and Paula was sent hurtling into an unstoppable climax, even while the straps and tape held firm, depriving her of even the smallest relief of movement. With no way to halt or slow the powerful vibrations that rampaged through her body and turned her belly to a churning, seething whirlpool of super-heated need, it was totally impossible for Paula to retain any sort of control over her maddened responses. The ever-changing tempo and intensity of the arousal imposed quickly drove her passion far beyond any previous experience and her brain gave up the hopeless struggle to exert its authority. She became lost in an endless circle of absolute helplessness, overwhelming arousal and shattering sexual subjugation when her mind and body surrendered utterly to the irresistible rapture of her enforced physical pleasure; her belly kicking and convulsing again and again to the sprays of hot juices that accompanied each of the explosive, multiple orgasm drawn from her by the merciless vibrators.

Then, the random electric shock circuit was triggered. Already at what seemed to her to be the farthest possible limit of her capacity to submit, Paula screamed in frantic anguish when a series of tingling pulses shot through her clitoris and the walls of sex, her eyes mirroring despairing horror when the brief, sharp twinges of pain momentarily replaced her ecstasy. She froze for two seconds, until the incredible eroticism of her situation and the knowledge that she could do nothing ... nothing at all .... to save herself from either the pleasure or the pain that could and she now knew would be inflicted on her by Professor Goss and his terrible, wonderful machines. These horrifying thoughts burned themselves into her brain, but then yet another huge orgasm burst into her belly and Paula accepted then eagerly embraced his ruthless and deeply thrilling domination.

With her last reservations cast aside, Paula shuddered, moaning and gasping while she was forced to still higher levels of frenzied passion and submission; her climaxes continuous and even more powerful and intense when she abandoned the normal inhibitions of civilised modesty. She allowed herself to scale undreamt-of heights of her unleashed physical desires and discovered extremes of sexual gratification she had never known existed, or had even imagined could exist.

Watching her over the course of the next hours that sped by while she explored the unfolding expanse of her burgeoning sexuality, Professor Goss realised that he had grossly under-estimated Paula’s capacity for submission and sexual pleasure. He observed her reactions minutely then adjusted his plans to take account of that new knowledge ... along with a distinctly unscientific curiosity to find out just how far he could take her.

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