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from her position lying across the passenger seat, couldn’t see what he was doing as he climbed out of the cab, 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 realized 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 as 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 as 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 as 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 as she gulped to the knowledge of how easily he could take advantage of her defenselessness 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 realizing that she wouldn’t have minded too much if it had been.
    The gag and hogtie had put an end to that thought, 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 with her and would drive around for a while, then take her back to his house and his bed.
    She didn’t think that anymore, 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 as he drove slowly along the poorly-surfaced road, she whimpered