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Harry felt fingers reach back around his head and loosen the blindfold, pulling it away from him. The black turned to dark gray. He then felt fingers peeling pads off his eye sockets, pads taped down around the edges. First the left pad, then the right pad was removed. The light assaulted his eyes. The bright glare hurt and caused his eyes to immediately tear up. He closed them quickly and then tried to open just his left eye a sliver; just enough to begin acclimating to the light.
Harry saw a dark shape looming over him. The light was still too bright, the glare too great for him to focus, but slowly he began to see dark and light shapes above him. Blinking to clear the tears, Harry began to see the outline of Laura standing over him. He focused first on the part of her nearest him, her furry black bush and engorged, vermillion nether lips.
He then made out the black garter belt, nylons and black leather corset topped by alabaster white breasts standing proudly out on their own above the corset. He was struck by the sharp contrast in color between her creamy white skin and black garments. The contrast was maintained by her jet black hair, falling to her shoulders in a gentle wave and the clear white skin of her face, neck and shoulders.
Laura put her knuckles on her hips, peered down at him, smiled slightly and said:
"Well Harry, do you like what you see? You were trying hard to get into my pants. Was it worth the effort?"
Those eyes, those shining, clear, icy blue eyes... There's not a shred of human feeling, compassion or mercy behind them, he thought. She'd just as soon rip my throat out with those gleaming white teeth as look at me. She's some kind of psychopath? How did I get into this mess? How do I get out it? He worried, his mind racing to find an
Laura cupped her palms over his cheeks, stroked his eyebrows with her thumbs and said:
"Now take a good look around Harry. You are not a big shot lawyer here. You're just a slab of meat strapped to a table - my table," dropping her voice to a whisper, adding more menace to hr words.
"Every breath, every moment of your life from here on out depends upon me," she said, stroking his eyebrows with her thumbs.
She lowered her pussy to his mouth, tickled his nose with her pubic hair by wiggling her hips slightly, raised herself by straightening her knees and took a few steps forward, passing over his face.
"Look up Harry, look up! Haah Haha! You make quite a sight."
Harry looked up and was startled, no, stunned by what he saw. In the ceiling above him was a large mirror. The part of the mirror directly above his head was angled downward like a transom allowing him to see down by his feet and the wall opposite his feet which also had a large mirror reflecting a "feet first" view of him; the remaining flat part of the ceiling mirror provided him with a top-down view of himself. At first, he was disoriented from the reflections but slowly the images coalesced into sensible order.
Harry blinked a few times, not quite believing what he saw. In the ceiling he saw himself strapped down on a dark, wooden table. He was startled by his own appearance - so white against the dark wood. Then it hit him as to why he looked so white.
All of his hair was gone! He was completely bald! And not just his head - his entire body had been shaved and waxed clean. Not a single hair remained except for his eyebrows. He looked childlike, almost cherubic in this hairless form. It also flashed through his mind that he looked like one of those eunuchs that always seemed to be serving a middle-eastern harem in the old movies. That thought was a little unnrving.
His white belly, thickened and rounded by years of too many scotches and too little exercise, rose and fell like a snow capped hill. He looked so strange without hair on his belly, his chest or his head. - almost alien, like another life form. His hairless legs looked like chubby white clubs, the fat dimples around his knees now visible. He couldn't see his arms though - they disappeared at the shoulder into slots cut into the table on each side of him.
The table he was on was bizarre looking. It was very large, about five feet across and eight feet long. All but his head was strapped down to the table with black leather straps. His head and neck rested on a narrow projection only a little wider than his head.
Harry saw that his head was strapped down at the forehead with a black leather strap. A half inch wide adjustable metal half collar held the upper part of his neck to the narrow board. His face was grossly distorted by the dental brace holding his mouth widely open. His lips were whitish gray in their stretched condition. He looked like a frog about to be pithed for a biology class dissection, complete with heaving white belly and gaping mouth.
Around the table was a frame of black, iron rods, each about an inch thick. There were vertical rods at each corner of the table, each about three feet tall. Horizontal rods connected the vertical corner rods at the top and bottom creating a frame-like appearance. A single rod running lengthwise above the center of the table connected the two horizontal rods above the head and foot of the table.
There were rings, pad eyes and hooks mounted on adjustable collars on all of the metal bars. They could be moved and then fixed in place easily with a few turns of a controlling wing nut. There were two odd looking cylinders, each a couple of feet behind the two corners of the table nearest the head. Harry couldn't stop staring at the strange looking contraption and at his helpless form pinned to it.
The silence was broken by Laura's sharp voice behind him.
"Now I'd like to introduce you to my assistants. Oh, didn't I tell you, this is a group effort. You are much too bulky to handle by myself and there was much to do to prepare you before you awoke. Besides, you should have the benefit of many instructors. It would have been selfish to hog all of the fun myself. Everybody wanted a piece of you, Harry. They all will get a piece too; all in good time."
"Harry, I'd like you to meet Madison," she said with mock formality, as though introducing him at an afternoon tea.
A female form stepped into the mirrored line of Harry's sight at the foot of the table. She was tall and slim, with long, wavy red hair, green eyes and full, sensuous lips. She had the "peaches and cream" complexion prevalent in red heads, with freckles on her shoulders and chest. Madison's full breasts were capped by reddish pink nipples, visible through the cutout in her fetish style red-leather bustier. Sheer, red nylon panties and matching hose completed her outfit.
