Revenge (part 3)

-- read part 1 here --
-- read part 2 here --

Footsteps on the path, approaching her.

Was it Claudia? Or was it someone else? Someone who now saw a person sitting on a park bench in white Moonboots, what appeared to be an extremely thick down jacket, and incredibly, a reversed down jacket under that, with the hood up.

Lynn tried to hold her breath to prevent the hood from flapping out, but it was impossible. Her access to air was so constrained that she did not have the luxury of holding on for a moment. Noisily, the hood flapped out again as she exhaled.

The footsteps stopped.

The person must be right in front of her now. Lynn breathed in again, long and heavily. The hood pressed against her face, hot and wet with her sweat. She made a faint whistling noise as she sucked in as much air as she could through her nose. Lynn's heart was hammering in her chest. What must this person in front of her be thinking? But gagged and tied as she was, she was completely helpless to do anything. She breathed out again. Breathed in again.

The footsteps moved on. Whoever had been watching her, was now moving further along the path.

Lynn was alone again, sitting in warm darkness. Her jaws and arms ached from the tight bondage. She wondered again what the person who had seen her like this had thought. Despite her uncomfortable position, her fear of what could happen, and the fact that she had climaxed fifteen minutes earlier, Lynn became aroused again. She had been watched in this position, and it might happen again. The thought of that was slowly driving her towards another climax.

But then she heard something else. Voices.

They were still quite far off, but they were coming this way, she thought. As they came nearer, she tried to identify them. Three, or four maybe? Boys for sure, teenagers. A feeling of dread settled somewhere in her stomach. Her sexual urge subsided, the fear and humiliation were too strong. They were coming this way for sure, and she didn't think they would just pass her by. She wanted to flee, but blind and tied up as she was, she couldn't exactly just walk away. She could only sit there and wait for whatever would happen.

Closer now. Lynn could make out some of the words. They were talking about some computer game. Quickly approaching her bench now. Still immersed in their lively discussion. Good, Lynn thought, move on, move on. They were passing right in front of her... Now they had passed. Lynn would have sighed in relief if her breathing had allowed it. But then -

"Look at that one."

Silence for a moment, then laughter.

"She's dressed warm!"

Their footsteps, turning back, coming closer again.

"Completely wrapped up, that one. Hey, are you cold?" More laughter.

"Hey, you alive in there?"

"Yeah, she's breathing, look at that hood!"

"Can't you speak?"

"Is she asleep?"

"Probably drunk."

A sound on her hood. Prodding fingers.

"That hood is thick, man."

More hands on her head.

"No wonder. Look, there's another jacket underneath. And the backwards jacket. How many would she be wearing?"

"Wow, crazy!"

And then, suddenly, Claudia's voice.

"Hello guys. What are you doing there?"

"There's a crazy drunk lying here."

"No, that's Lynn. She's not drunk, and not really crazy."

"Then why is she dressed like that."

"Well, Lynn is just a bit weird. She enjoys that. Come, Lynn, we'll go home now."

Claudia helped Lynn stand up.

"Why won't she speak then?"

"She's shy, I think she was too ashamed to talk. I'll take care of her. Bye, guys."

Claudia guided Lynn away. Lynn heard the voices of the boys receding, still discussing the way she was dressed. Finally, they got back to the car. Lynn was relieved when she was inside the car. At least she felt safer here. She felt completely exhausted. At least Claudia would take her home now. She hoped that would be the end of it.

Unfortunately for Lynn, it wasn't. Claudia took off Lynn's hoods and gag, and fed her some drinking yoghurt and water. But after that, her torment continued: another walk around the lake, more time alone on the bench. It was late in the afternoon when Claudia finally took her home.

---

They were sitting in front of Claudia's television now, Lynn still in her three jackets and tied up as she had been all day, but Claudia had removed the gag. The backwards hood was down so she could watch the screen. Claudia had taken a camera with her, and had filmed as much as possible of the day, hidden in the bushes. The last scene was her favorite: a man tied Lynn's outer hood shut, and Lynn was jerking her head up and down and moaning in her gag while she came. At this point Claudia had been ready to intervene, but the man had opened the outer hood and even taken it off. He hesitated for a moment, then he asked Lynn if he should take her other hoods off as well. Lynn shook her head even though she was struggling for air under the hoods. Claudia supposed she valued her anonymity too much. The man asked if she was fine and Lynn nodded, so the man got up and left.

When Lynn was alone again, the camera moved closer to her. A hand appeared and took off the remaining two hoods. Claudia wanted Lynn to be clearly identifiable from the video, so she had made sure to end the "film" with a nice close-up shot of Lynn's face.

"A beautiful film, isn't it? Very educative I'd say. Perfectly suited for... English classes, perhaps?"

Lynn's mouth fell open and she just stared at Claudia in shock. Claudia grinned. She had googled Lynn's name, and found out that she was a teacher.

"I think those adolescents would be really interested in their English teacher's weird sexual preferences, don't you?"

"Please... no," Lynn begged.

"Of course not. But you understand there will be some... conditions."

---

There was much amusement among the students in the following weeks as Ms Jones, the English teacher, could exclusively be seen around school wearing a knee-length black down jacket, with the hood up and the fur ruff pulled tight around her face whenever she was outside. In addition she wore shiny white Moonboots, which she kept on all day. Of course, none of them had any idea what Ms Jones was up to during her regular visits to a woman named Claudia. At least, as long as none of them met her during one of those outings...

Overview

Revenge (part 2)

-- read part 1 here --

Claudia could not believe her luck. Fate had swept her old love rival into her hands. The video that proved Lynn's secret turned her into a helpless plaything for Claudia. And Claudia liked playthings. That was the perfection of the whole situation. Not only would she get her long overdue revenge on Lynn - at the same time she would enjoy it from a whole different perspective as well. Claudia enjoyed being dominant. Lynn would make a perfect slave. Her fear of what Claudia could do with the video eliminated her free will.

She watched the clock as the last minute before 10 am ticked away. Almost immediately, the doorbell rang. Good, at least she had understood that first lesson. Claudia opened the door and couldn't help laughing at the figure that stood before her. In the three bulky jackets, with the hoods tied tight, her eyes hidden between the fur ruff that framed them, and with the outrageous white vinyl Moonboots on, Lynn simply looked ridiculous. "Come in," Claudia said.

Once they were inside, Claudia wasted no time with idle talk. "Take everything off," she commanded. Without a word, Lynn started unknotting the first hood, and took off her jackets one by one. Then she waited for further instructions. But Claudia was not satisfied. "Everything, I said." "Ev-everything?" Lynn stuttered, confused. "Are you deaf or dumb? Everything! And the next time I have to repeat myself three times, you'll regret it!"

When Lynn was naked, Claudia handed her a diaper. "Put this on." Lynn's face turned scarlet. Claudia's look was threatening, so she bit back a reply and started to put it on. It took her a few moments to figure out how to put it on herself. Claudia helped her and fastened it at her back. The diaper was really big. After she had it on her legs were kept well apart and her ass looked huge. Over the diaper Lynn had to put on short plastic pants to prevent leaks.

Now, Claudia took a short piece of white cotton rope. She tied around Lynn's leg, it just above the knee. She forced Lynn's legs as close together as the diaper allowed, then took the rope to her other leg and tied it there as well. The rope between her legs was about 15 cm. The combination of the diaper and the knee-rope essentially locked her knees in place. "Now walk around," Claudia said.

It was beautiful to watch. Lynn couldn't move her upper legs as she walked, so she struggled along with little steps. Claudia told Lynn to put her Moonboots back on, which made the sight even more comical. But now it was time to really get started. Claudia took Lynn's first jacket, the black one, and held it up in both hands, holding the open side towards Lynn. "Put your arms in." "This way?" Lynn asked, as the jacket would be back to front. "Yes, and didn't I tell you to stop questioning my orders?" Claudia bit back.

Lynn put her arms in the jacket. Claudia hoisted it up her shoulders, went behind her and zipped the jacket up. The down hood was now in front of Lynn. "I'll have to do something about all that talking first," Claudia said, grabbing something Lynn couldn't see. "Open your mouth." Frightened but not daring to disobey, Lynn opened her mouth. Claudia put a butterfly gag in it and quickly pumped it up with a hand pump until Lynn's cheeks were bulging. "That will keep you quiet," Claudia commented as she took the pump off. "Now put your blue jacket on. The normal way."

Lynn put the jacket on and tentatively zipped it up until she reached the black hood in front of her. Meanwhile Claudia took a longer piece of rope. "Arms behind your back." She wrapped a length of rope around Lynn's wrists, pushing the sleeves of the down jackets up so that they were bare. This way there would be no risk that Lynn could slip out of the ropes. She cinched the loops, tying the rope tight between her wrists. Next, she took another length of rope and tied it above Lynn's elbows, pulling her arms as close together as she could.

Claudia was enjoying her work. She had also set up a hidden camera so she could enjoy the whole scene later as well. The video could even serve as additional blackmail material. After all, it appeared as though Lynn willingly submitted to this.

Claudia took a final, short rope and used it to connect the rope between her legs with the rope holding her wrists together. She pulled it tight, forcing Lynn to pull her arms as far back and arch backwards. Lynn mewled in her gag at the uncomfortable position but Claudia had no mercy. The rope pulled her hands down to her ass, pulling them against the diaper. Now Claudia took the backwards hood and pulled it over Lynn's face. She zipped the jacket up the rest of the way. Next she put the second hood up, zipped this jacket up as well, and tied it a bit tighter. It left her whole "face" open, except of course there was a black down hood there.

Lynn struggled against her bonds and tried to make noise past the gag. The hood in front of her face quickly bulged in and out as she took short, panicky breaths. Claudia stood back and watched, fascinated. If Lynn was in real danger of suffocating, she would of course quickly pull the hood down. But while she waited, Lynn's breath pattern changed. She took a very long time to breathe in, noisily sucking the air into her nose, while the hood was pulled against her face. Then, in a short, heavy burst she breathed out, causing the hood to bulge outward so it briefly looked like a balloon. Then it was sucked in again.

Claudia sat down and watched the helpless Lynn. Tied up and gagged and put in her own fetish gear. For fully twenty minutes, Claudia just looked at Lynn and enjoyed the show. Her breathing didn't change; apparently the hood allowed just enough air passage. That was good, it would allow Claudia to keep her like that over a longer period. Finally she got up and took the Moncler jacket Lynn had so recently bought. She hung it over Lynn's shoulders, covering the tied arms. The coat was knee-length, so it covered the diaper and the knee-rope as well, coming down right to the top of her Moonboots. Claudia put the hood up and zipped the jacket up all the way. The backwards hood was still free, but now it was framed by the fur ruff of the Moncler jacket. The jacket had a belt around the waist, which Claudia pulled as tight as she could. The belt went over Lynn's wrists, further pulling her arms against her body. With the jacket pulled in as much as possible at the waist, the bulk of the three jackets was even more striking, and her ass also looked even bigger.

"Let's go," Claudia said, grabbing the fur of Lynn's hood and pulling her helpless victim along.

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Lynn was pulled forward. She couldn't speak, couldn't see, couldn't hear much besides her own breathing and the noise her hoods made. She had to take short, awkward steps - the only movement she could make, as her arms were pulled back and stretched behind her back. And she was horny.

At first she hadn't been. She had only been scared. When Claudia started tying her up, she had become more scared. She had never been tied up or gagged before. After Claudia had put her hoods up, the fear had turned into outright panic. She thought she was going to suffocate. She had struggled uselessly against her bondage. But she didn't suffocate, and when she focussed on her breathing she could get just enough oxygen. But while she stood there, with no interference from Claudia, she had become aroused. She was immersed in her own jackets, helpless to take them off. Everything combined to increase her stimulation rapidly: the growing heat inside her down cocoon; the feeling of her jackets against her naked skin, especially her breasts; her difficult, long breaths; the feeling of her hood as it was sucked against her face; even the stringent bondage that made her helpless. She wished more than anything that her hands were free though, so she could get to her private parts. But any stimulation she could get was prevented by the thick diaper. She could not even rub her legs together.

Now she just staggered along while Claudia pulled her. She had no idea where she was until she heard an unmistakable sound: that of a car door being opened. Claudia turned Lynn around, put her hand on Lynn's heavily hooded head and pushed it downwards while pushing her body backwards. Lynn shrieked into her gag as she fell backwards into the car seat. The seat was pushed as far back as possible, so she was more lying in it than sitting. A seatbelt was secured around her, while Lynn tried to calm her breathing, taking deep inhalations again.

Fear crept back while Claudia got in the car and started the engine. Where were they going? What was Claudia going to do with her? Suppose she just dumped her somewhere, tied up and dressed like this? The thought scared her out of her wits - but perversely, it also sent an undeniable shudder of excitement through her body.

The car ride was an ordeal, as Lynn tormented herself with possibilities of what Claudia could be up to. She was scared to death, but her body didn't seem to understand that, and she squirmed and writhed in her down jackets.

Finally they stopped. Claudia briefly put her hand on Lynn's face, massaging the down hood through which she was sucking air. Then she took Lynn's hoods off one by one. When her nose was free, Lynn greedily breathed in the fresh air. Her blond hair was clinging to her red, sweaty face. While she recovered, she looked outside and saw that they were at the entrance to a park.

Meanwhile Claudia rearranged Lynn's hoods. The backwards hood was placed so that it covered the lower half of her face. The light blue hood was put up again, and this time it was tied tighter. The light blue hood only left her eyes, nose and mouth free, but the backwards hood covered her mouth and part of her nose. The Moncler hood was pulled loosely over her head, but left open so the other hoods were clearly visible.

Claudia pulled Lynn out of the car. She put the sleeves of the Moncler jacket in the pockets, making it look like Lynn's arms were in them. Then she nudged Lynn forward. They entered the park, Lynn acutely aware of how she must look, her face hidden behind several down hoods while she took slow, small steps with her feet in shiny white Moonboots. The weather was quite pleasant, as it was sunny and the temperature was just above 0°C.

The park consisted of a lake with a walkway around it. Because of Lynn's limited steps, the first round around the lake took them half an hour. When they were back at the entrance, there was nobody around. Claudia stopped and faced Lynn.

"Should I put up your hood again, so you don't get cold?" she asked, touching the black hood in front of Lynn's face. Lynn shook her head in response.

"No? But surely a down slut like you would like that? After all, you get off on these jackets, right?" Lynn's face reddened again, and she shook her head again. Please, not the backwards hood, she can't do that in public, she thought.

"What do you mean, no? Now you're just lying to me. I'm sure you were enjoying yourself in the car. You were moaning all the time. I think I'll put you in your hoods again."

Claudia took the two normal hoods off, then without hesitation pulled the backwards hood up. She replaced the other hoods, like Lynn had worn them in the car. Then she tied the hood of the Moncler jacket tighter, so that the fur was pulled almost closed. The backwards hood disappeared under it, now only the tightly tied Moncler hood was visible. Inside the tiny opening between the fur, one could only see darkness.

Lynn breathed in as deeply as she could, but she was getting even less air than before. When she breathed out, the hood could no longer bulge out, trapping her exhaled air inside her hoods. She breathed in again, now really struggling for air. But the harder it got to breathe, the more aroused she became. She bent through her knees now, her clit was on fire, and suddenly an orgasm came, even though she couldn't touch herself. She screamed into her gag, her hooded head rocked up and down while she came.

Claudia watched in fascination, while filming the whole scene with her phone. Then she opened the Moncler hood so Lynn could breathe a bit better again, but she kept the other two hoods in place. After the orgasm, Lynn really wanted to get out, especially out of that backwards hood, but it stayed on. She was deeply ashamed. She had just orgasmed in a public park, in front of Claudia and who knows who else had been watching her?

"You really are a horny beast," Claudia commented, "coming like that where everyone can see you. I suppose you must enjoy being seen in your fetish clothes. Well, I can help you with that." She pulled Lynn towards a bench, then pushed her down on it. "Here, enjoy the view. I'll go and grab myself a drink."

Lynn heard Claudia walk away. Then she was alone, sitting on a park bench with her arms tied on her back, envelopped in down from head to toe, gagged and blind. Her hood flopped out as she breathed out, and she desperately tried to listen for the sound of footsteps or voices. What if someone saw her?

-- on to part 3 --

Overview

Revenge (part 1)

When Claudia recognized the figure on the screen, she sat up in her chair. Yes, no doubt about it. Lynn.

She had not seen Lynn for years. At one point, Lynn had been a good friend of Claudia. Until she stole Claudia's boyfriend. Claudia was long over that girlhood love, and it hadn't worked out between Lynn and the boy in question either, but between Claudia and Lynn the enmity had remained.

Now, Claudia was the head of security at a large department store. She was in a room with cameras showing images of the entire building. And on one of those, she had just spotted her old rival.

How nice it would be, she thought, if Lynn would attempt to shoplift. She would enjoy that very much. But of course, that wasn't very likely.

She followed Lynn on the screens as she made her way towards the winter sports division. Lynn appeared to be interested in the moonboots. She was holding a white, shiny vinyl Moon Boot now and feeling its smooth surface. In fact, Claudia thought Lynn was acting a little suspect - she often looked around her with a quick glance, as though she did not want people to see her. Eventually she tried the Moon Boot on. After a while she placed it back though.

Next, Lynn made her way through a rack of down jackets, feeling their thickness, checking out the hoods. Lynn was in fact already wearing a down jacket - a very thick one, in fact. It was waist length, light blue, and had a very big, fat hood that stood behind her head. She kept it zipped up inside.

Lynn removed a down coat from the rack. It was knee length, shiny black, and had a big fur ruff at the hood. Moncler, Claudia thought. Again there was that furtive glance - nobody around? Then Lynn moved towards the changing rooms with the jacket.

Odd. Why would she go to the changing rooms to try a jacket? Maybe she was going to try to remove plastic pieces that would trigger the alarm? Suddenly Claudia was hopeful. If she could catch Lynn shoplifting... Quickly she left the room and hurried through the department store to where Lynn was.

She entered the changing room next to Lynn, knowing that the separating walls between them didn't go all the way up to the roof. She stood on a chair so she could look over it into Lynn's changing room.

She hadn't put the jacket on yet, and neither had she taken off the one she was wearing. In fact, she had put her hood up - except it wasn't the hood of her jacket, but the hood of a black jacket that she was apparently wearing under the light blue one. That explained the thickness of her jacket, and especially of the hood that had looked so large. Now she put the hood of her light blue jacket up as well. Meanwhile, Claudia had taken her phone and started filming Lynn, who clearly had no idea she was being watched.

Lynn tied the hood of the second jacket tight around her face, as she had done with the first hood. Now she took the Moncler jacket and put it on - over her other two jackets. What was going on here? Lynn put up the third hood, and one hand slipped under the jacket, between her legs. A soft moan escaped her mouth. Claudia was amazed. Clearly this was a sexual thing for Lynn - a fetish. 

Claudia watched and filmed for a while longer, but nothing much happened. Lynn seemed transfixed by her mirror image under the three hoods, and sometimes she moved frantically when her sexual pleasure rose. Claudia had seen enough. A plan was forming in her mind. She left the changing room and ran back to the control room, where she waited for Lynn to emerge from the changing room. When she did, Claudia called a security guard.

She pointed at Lynn on the screen. "That woman is a known shoplifter, and I think she's trying to steal that jacket she's carrying. Bring her here, I'll question her. Watch out, she may try to run." The security agent nodded and left. Claudia hoped Lynn would run - it would make it that much sweeter.

---

Suddenly there was a hand on Lynn's upper arm. She jumped a little - a guilty conscience, for sure - and faced a uniformed man.

"Security, miss. Could you go with me please?"

"Why? I've done nothing wrong."

"We just want to ask a couple of questions."

"I - no, I need to be going."

The hand on her arm tightened a little - but it was gripping a thick layer of down, so even though Lynn noticed the movement, she hardly felt the hand at all. "Just come this way please," the security man insisted, and with his other hand gently pushed her along.

"No, please, look - I've done nothing wrong and I want to leave now."

But the security agent ignored her and simply pushed her a little harder so she was forced to take a step along.

Lynn was scared - had they found out what she had just done in the changing room? What would they think if they saw she was wearing two down jackets and had been trying on a third. She panicked. Suddenly she broke free of his grip - easily, her arm was so thick in the double down-filled sleeve that the man couldn't really hold on to her - and ran. She dropped the Moncler jacket and bolted.

The security agent had been ready for such a move though, and she wouldn't have gotten two steps away if it wasn't for the jacket she dropped. The man stepped on it and it slid away. He went hard on one knee, but stood up immediately and sprinted after her.

Despite the delay, the security agent was much faster and stronger than Lynn and she did not get far. This time the man flung his arm around her neck and held her in a tight grip. Her hoods bunched up against Lynn's head. The man's other hand took one of her wrists. He pulled her arm behind her and up, while he let go of her neck. This forced her to bend forward. The man took a pair of handcuffs from his belt and cold metal was locked around her wrist. She could do nothing as her other arm was taken and soon she was handcuffed.

The security agent kept hold of the link connecting Lynn's hands and pulled her backwards. He picked up the Moncler jacket, then pushed her forward and led her through the department store. Other customers looked at her curiously. Her face was red and sweaty and she cried a little. "Please, I didn't do anything," she begged, but the security agent might as well have been deaf. Lynn hung her head in shame.

Lynn was led through a door in the back, and then into a room full of tv screens. "Leave us alone," a female voice said. The guard placed the Moncler jacket on a table, handed the key of the handcuffs to someone and left. Lynn didn't look up.

"Well, Lynn, it's been a long time."

Lynn's head jerked up. "Claudia!" Her first reaction was relief - Claudia knew her, Claudia would know she hadn't been shoplifting. But then she saw the broad smile on Claudia's lips, the mischievous look in her eyes, and her relief faltered and turned into uncertainty. She realized Claudia had never forgiven her.

"What have you been up to, Lynn? Stolen any more boyfriends lately?"

"Look, Claudia, I'm really sorry about that. I'm not proud of what I did. I was young and stupid."

"It's amazing how quick that apology comes now, when it never came before. But then, you're in a bit of a mess right now, aren't you?"

Claudia walked up close to Lynn and opened the zipper of her jacket a bit, revealing the second jacket underneath.

"My, my, we sure are dressed warm."

Fresh sweatdrops appeared on Lynn's face. She felt the blood rush to her head. Did Claudia know?

That question was answered when Claudia slowly put Lynn's first hood up and tied it.

"Don't you like it better that way?" Claudia asked maliciously. Lynn said nothing.

"Shall I put up the second hood as well?"

Lynn was mortified. Claudia knew about her fetish - she thought she might die of shame right now.

"Answer me, Lynn. Shall I put up the second hood? Yes or no?"

"No."

"Why not? It seems to me you enjoy that. I think I'll put it up anyway."

Claudia, outwardly calm, put up the second hood and tied that one as well, just like Lynn had done in the changing room. Then she sat down at her chair. There was only one chair in the room, so she couldn't have offered Lynn one even if she'd wanted. Lynn stood in the middle of the room, wrapped up in her two down jackets with the hoods up, her arms handcuffed behind her back.

Claudia lazily fingered the Moncler jacket. Lynn felt like a fly caught in a spider's web, watching as the spider take its time to approach.

"So what shall I do with you?"

"Please, just let me go," Lynn whimpered.

"Let you go?" Claudia sounded surprised. "Why would I do that? Look at it from my side. The girl who hurt me so hard once, is now in my power. I know your deepest secret. I have video images that I could send to everyone you know. If I asked you money in exchange for my silence, you'd probably give it. But you're lucky. I won't do that."

A hopeful look appeared on Lynn's face at this. "But you can't deny me a little fun," Claudia continued. "I don't know a whole lot about fetishes, but I intend to find out. So here's the deal. First, you'll take this Moncler jacket and buy it. That's good for our business. Oh, and those Moonboots you were trying on earlier, those as well." A new blush crept into the visible part of Lynn's face at the mention of the Moonboots.

"Next Saturday, you'll come visit me. You'll be wearing these two jackets plus the Moncler jacket, with the hoods up of course. And the Moonboots. You'll call at my door at 10 am exactly. Not earlier, not later. You got all that?"

"Yes," Lynn said softly, knowing she had no choice.

"Good," Claudia smiled, "I'll give you my address." She took a card from her wallet, wrote something on it, and put it in Lynn's pocket.

"I guess I'll take off your handcuffs now. But keep your hoods up. You'll wear them while you buy the jacket and the Moonboots. And when you're done, you immediately put  on the jacket and put the hood up, and put the Moonboots on. Throw your shoes in a thrash can on the way out. You won't need them anymore."

A single tear of pure shame leaked out of Lynn's eye. She was completely at Claudia's mercy.

-- on to part 5 --

Overview