Couture Capture Ch. 03

As the gloves at his front moved aside, the satiny ass of the outfit pressed against his stomach, sliding down closer to his cock. The two latex fingers inside him pressed against the wall of his prostate, and Derek's face twisted with raw pleasure as his cock jumped again, this time meeting the opening of the crotchless panties.

Think twice about the kind of power you're firing into it. Was it just a metaphor not to let them get too carried away? Derek had been invisibly sucked off, jerked off, worked over by his own clothes, Jackie's clothes, a silk scarf, and an enchanted condom... What was dangerous about fucking it that wasn't dangerous about all the other things they were doing?

It was warm and wet. Derek pushed himself against the damp invisible slit again and again. When the outfit finally made its move, it was a full assault of pleasure. The invisible hips gliding their pussy against the top of Derek's cock suddenly shifted down just as another powerful stroke came from the fingers within him. He let out an animal howl as the hips pushed against his cock, surrounding him with tight magic pussy.

Whatever. The power he was 'shooting' couldn't make that much of a difference. These things were bending physical law, if they haven't already broken it.

Derek's arms were held out to his sides by the latex gloves gripping his wrists. Now the back of the nurse's outfit was riding his stiff cock, gyrating and pushing, driving him deeper and making him harder.

"Drink it up, ladies...I've got him inside me!" The outfit squealed. Whoa. Did it make a difference? The latex gloves all over his body were starting to make pleasurable little noises of their own now—almost as if they could feel what the outfit riding him was feeling.

Derek watched all the other clothes parading in, pulling themselves out of closets and wandering into the room from downstairs. He was harder and deeper into the sensations of his throbbing cock than he'd ever been. The countless smooth slippery fingers all over his body had something to do with it, but they were right—the prostate massage alone was pulling him into an uncontrollable and transcending high.

The pink robe, camisole and panties were there. The purple pajamas and ivory gloves were there. Sleeves rubbed between legs. Gloves teased puffing and camel-toed panties. Derek could feel it all around him...they were waiting for him to come. He didn't care what was going to happen to him. Whatever it was, it certainly beat forever wondering what this could have felt like.

It was almost like a siren. It started as a low rumble of a moan from Derek, and a wailing crescendo from the living clothing followed. When Derek bellowed, it was swallowed up by the feminine shrieks of pleasure surrounding him.

"We-want-you-to-come-for...us...right...NOW!" One perfectly forced thrust from the outfit made its enchanted pussy swallow Derek's cock entirely. All the gloves contracted at once, pulling and kneading Derek's flesh as he shot hot cum into this magic outfit via the soft phantom body he couldn't see.

"Oh my god, give it all to us..." One of the hovering lingerie sets across the room shouted, teasing its own tits and clit with invisible fingers. Lubed gloves smacked Derek's ass as he continued pumping his seed. Normally the ejaculation would have peaked by now, but it was still intensifying.

Derek panted and growled like a dog as his orgasm continued. His muscles tensed and relaxed with every pump of his cock, and he was too caught up in the sensations to be concerned with the chaos that was unfolding in the room. Jackie's clothes were getting rough with each other now, pulling on bra straps, squeezing handfuls of invisible tit and sliding enchanted panties aside with naughty invisible fingers.

"I'm coming!" The nurse's outfit shouted. All the clothes around the room echoed the sentiment. Every surface of the room was occupied with what looked like an invisible sapphic orgy, spilling shouts of feminine release all around the room. The outfit riding Derek leaned back, pressing its invisible ass into him while twisting the translucent stockings around his knees. The more intrusive gloves retreated from Derek's body while the ones massaging him remained.

Derek's arms were released, and the second he realized it he reached out and around the blouse, grabbing the tits and pulling the blouse back toward him. The magic pussy pulsed against his cock as he finally realized the extent of his actions. The room was filled with coupled and grouped outfits, some filled Jackie's shape, some filled beyond. They were hovering, cooing and groping each other with unseen touch...laying on the ceiling, plastered to the walls...somehow, the scent of sex was everywhere.

No one spoke a word for minutes afterward. Derek had noticed some of the gloves head out of the room, and he heard the shower going now. Were they washing themselves?

"Mmm...yes, they are, lover," The outfit said, raising one of its soft unlubed gloves behind it and touching Derek's face.

He knew it! They could hear his thoughts.

"Of course we can," Continued the outfit as it traced latex fingers over his lips. Derek parted them and began sucking on a latex finger, making the rubber bulge in his mouth. "You've given us your most intimate energies. We know even more about you now. Maybe even more than you do." A couple of the other outfits in the room laughed as they drifted back to their places in the closet.

"Thanks, Derek. We owe you big!" A pair of satin panties drifted back into the dresser. A pair of pants approached. Their hips stretching the fabric even wider than Jackie's did.

"Wait until you feel that from the other side." The pants said.

"Um--what?" Derek asked. A latex glove swooped over and smacked the living pants on the ass. Another glove joined it.

"Get back in the dresser and don't waste your voice." The pants turned, shaking their booty at the gloves. It only earned them more slaps.

"Wait, what's that about?" Derek asked.

"You gave yourself to us, Derek." The remaining gloves massaging him starting tracing teasing patterns down his skin. The stretch pants that had apparently almost spoiled the surprise retreated to a drawer in the dresser. "You obey us, you chose us, you came for us."

Which didn't answer the question at all. When Derek tried to ask again, an invisible finger pressed against his closed lips. He knew what that meant.

With the departure of the mesh shirt, Jackie's wardrobe behaved basically the same, but the items started to use Derek for gratification even more frequently. They got bolder, even when Jackie was present. Socks and stockings obscured under desks and tables would play footsie with him, even with her in the room.

Despite the change of regime, Derek assumed things would go on like this. He was wrong. The next step was set into motion. In a matter of days, things would change rather drastically.

The Present

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The air on the sea was beautiful. There was just a gentle breeze, and the swaying of the boat didn't really bother Derek. If he could handle being levitated and turned upside down, he could handle the rolling sea. He was laying on a bed in the master suite of the yacht, recovering from his last release.

"It's almost time now, lover." The voice didn't seem to come from anywhere in particular. It was strange to feel this presence without having any clothes to look at. It was one thing to be haunted and played with by targets that he could see, but since he'd been kidnapped, he hadn't seen so much as a pair of gloves or underwear.

"Where are you?" He didn't exactly expect an answer, but he asked anyway.

"Pretty much anywhere you want me to be, Derek. Does it bug you?" It didn't bug him so much, but he did feel more comfortable with a form that couldn't simply be muted. The way the being made love to him was amazing with or without clothes accompanying its presence—but in moment-to-moment interactions, he preferred to have something to direct his voice at.

"It's hard to explain." Which meant, of course, that she was going to pull it out of him now.

"Try." The voice was firm. He didn't have a reason to hold back anyway.

"I think with the clothes, it's--" Wait a second. Why'd he need to explain it? "Hey, can't you tell what I'm thinking?"

"Not right now I can't. I'm focusing on something else at the moment." Derek swore it was the first time he heard the word 'can't' in relation to its abilities. "Try and explain, please." The register in the last sentence shifted so sweetly that Derek almost thought he had an option in the request.

"It's not loneliness, because I know I'm not alone. You know, my body senses it, my mind suspects it—but when I'm just talking to you I want something to identify with. Some form to recognize you." He still couldn't put it into words. He tried, but what came out wasn't it.

"But you just said it--Your body senses me. Your mind suspects me." She turned it into an immediate demonstration as Derek felt his body rise off the bed. He moved steadily in the cabin again as the boat swayed around him. Invisible hands started massaging his feet and moved up to his ankles. Halfway up his calves, they disappeared. "You know where I'm going next, Derek." He looked between his legs and waited for it. It couldn't have been 15 minutes since he last came, but his cock was already jumping in anticipation again. "Even if your mind doesn't, your body does." Unseen fingers wrapped around him, and he saw the impressions of every silky emulated digit pump him slowly.

Derek's eyes rolled back as he absorbed the hand-massage coaxing him to attention. "I've come to realize it's not a lack of control—I'm handling that pretty well, I think,"

"Mm-hmm..."

"And it's not that I need something visual to be aroused, as you've repeatedly proven since you kidnapped me." The hand stopped pumping him. Derek was rigid now, and the entity gripped him tighter and held on.

"Are you still calling it kidnapping, my dear? Aren't you happy to be here?" He was so hard that it hurt when he laughed.

"Of course I am," Derek cooed. "It's still kidnapping. You restrained me, kept me in darkness for three days, and now I'm gliding over the Pacific with no way to contact anyone." Still hard. Still being held. "Even if Jackie's safe, even if--for whatever reason--she's NOT worried about me, you still kidnapped me." Derek was getting bold. This entity was all about play, so it couldn't hurt him to try and get in on the game. Cock hard, eyes smiling. Still no response. Just gripping him. Waiting. "Alright, listen," Derek chuckled nervously. "You blindfolded me, took me from my home, and brought me to an inescapable location. What would you call it?" He was grinning wide feeling the smooth fingers start pumping again.

"I'd call it an adventure," the voice responded. "But maybe you won't see it my way until I show exactly how easy it is to escape now that we're all the way out here."

"Which is..."

"The Pacific, obviously." A smart-ass laugh followed. "If that's not specific enough for you, you can see where the coast is using the GPS on the bridge. But that won't tell you where we're going." Derek got the same jolt one gets in the first split-second of free-fall in a roller coaster car. How easy it is to escape now that we're all the way out here. Our destination has nothing to do with solitude. He couldn't help it. Where was she going to take him?

"So why don't you tell me where we're going?" After he said it, the hand gripped harder still, eliciting a moan from him. It slid down his shaft, all the way to the base. He felt four more fingers and a thumb wrap around the upper half of his cock, and both hands started moving now.

"Soon, Derek. Soon. You'll learn more as the the last remnants of the sunset fade to stars." The sun had set. Distracting as her silky double-handed stroke was, he had just been sated; it was the only time his body stood a chance against her luscious phantom touch.

"More, but not everything." He sat up to rest on his elbows, watching the skin on his member slide up and down over his throbbing cock. The entity laughed as the exhale in one of Derek's deep breaths came out as more of a hum of pleasure. He started lightly thrusting his hips in motion with the hands.

Her sultry laugh was the only response he got for the next couple of minutes. The higher hand eventually released, and before Derek could blink it was replaced by something warm and wet. As soon as he felt the lick from under his shaft, he knew she wouldn't be stopped from finishing the job again. Still, she could talk...

"How long are you going to make me wait?" He watched his tip gyrate around on its own, manipulated my wet, invisible lips as the emulated hand at his shaft continued its tight-gripped stroke.

"Come for me once more," the voice said. "Give yourself to me again, and I'll tell you more than you can handle."

3 days ago

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Derek woke to feel himself stiffening from the stroke of a pair of black leather gloves. He laid in bed with the blankets off of him, and this time a sleeping Jackie was right next to him, breathing softly and steadily.

He couldn't tell them to go away, and there was no telling how things would go if he tried to stop them. The soft, moist leather worked him up and down, and he soon realized that the quicker he came, the quicker it could be over.

He closed his eyes and let himself sink into the sensations at his cock, but it wasn't going to be as easy as he expected. The pillow and bed fell away from him, and when he opened his eyes the ceiling was three feet closer. He was still being pumped and cradled by the leather gloves, but this time he couldn't make a sound.

Could he? If he shouted, Jackie would wake up before he fell onto the bed. Right?

Whatever was going on with the force playing with him, it had already warned him not to try to reveal it. He'd be breaking the rule, and he knew it. Then he realized he shouldn't even be thinking the thoughts that just passed through his head. He was getting a weightless hand job from a pair of soft leather gloves. The entity knew what it was doing. If it could dodge at just the right moment every other second of the waking day—if it could skim Derek's thoughts, then it could certainly handle this without waking Jackie.

All Derek had to do was cooperate and let it happen.

"You've proven yourself worthy of our trust again and again, Derek." It was a barely audible whisper. Now Derek began turning over in the air until he faced the bed. "You're going to get a reward like you've never gotten before." He wasn't restrained, but he was absolutely weightless. He realized it when he moved his arms.

He hovered over Jackie as the gloves gripped and pulled at him. Jackie let out a pleasant little sound, pulling Derek's attention to her. She was smiling, but her eyes were closed.

"Don't worry, she won't wake up," The whisper said. "Now watch, Derek. You'll like this." Jackie made another sound, and Derek watched as the blankets on her began peeling themselves away from her body. They pulled down to her belly button and stopped. Derek watched in awe as he saw indentations dance over her perfect breasts, playing around her nipples before becoming the negative space of a full, squeezing hand.

"Yeaaaaaah..." Jackie's fingers gripped her pillow tightly as she was caressed and fondled by ghostly hands. Derek didn't know what to think, watching her respond without being roused from sleep.

"Relax, Derek. I told you, you've nothing to worry about." Both hands gripped Jackie's tits tightly now, pressing them up as they spilled between the invisible fingers. Now she was giggling, starting to breathe heavier. She was obviously enjoying herself. Even through his initial anxieties, Derek couldn't avoid his natural biological response to hearing Jackie's sounds of pleasure—to watching her gorgeous body prodded and teased by the same sexually ferocious forces that had him at their mercy. "That's my boy. Enjoy yourself."

One of the gloves traced its fingers over Derek's stomach while the other continued its work on his rigid cock. It moved up to his chest, dancing over his pecs before sliding over his collar and lightly running a leathery finger around his earlobe. He did his best to keep his low groan to a minimum.

"Oh, don't worry about that," The voice said. "Now that I've got her going, you can make all the noise you want, so long as it's related to this." The glove at his face flew somewhere behind him. A second later, he felt the leather fingers grab his ass.

"Mmmm..." Derek made his pleasure more audible this time as he weightlessly thrust with the hands stroking his cock and squeezing his ass. He eyes were focused on Jackie's thighs as her heels gently slid away from each other on the soft sheets. Derek licked his lips. Tufts of Jackie's trimmed pubic hair moved around on their own for a second before her labia spread open. Jackie gasped.

"Unnngh...you want to lick it, don't you?" Derek couldn't believe what he was hearing. The shadows in the room danced over Jackie's pink pussy as invisible fingers spread it open. Her clit seemed to flick itself up and down. "Ooh, yeah—like that, like that, like that..." The commands were so confident—so coherent. Was Jackie really still asleep? The voice had already twice insisted that she was, but... "Suck the honey off of me, baby."

Her eyes never fluttered once. Jackie really was talking dirty in her sleep, and Derek imagined that she was having some kind of phenomenal sex dream—maybe something the voice had planted?

"Oh, that's—mmmm...that's excellent, baby. Keep going." Derek's cock was pulsing with tension again. Jackie was glistening now; wetter with every enchanted sensation moving over her. Still being stroked, fondled and squeezed, Derek didn't know how much longer he could hold back.

"What if...what if I c--"

"Don't worry, boy," The voice replied, cutting off Derek's question. "It's not a question of if. It's a question of when, and when you come, we'll catch every drop before it hits her pretty little face. ...not that it wouldn't be fun to see you let loose all over her—but that might be one of the few things that could wake her up."

"Fuck meeee..." Jackie moaned, her lips sliding up and down with the invisible mouth and hands exploring her. She was spread open again, her moist darkness yielding to a protruding invisible tongue. "Mmm—fuck me, fuck me. I want to be fucked now."

"Are you saying I can just let loose?" Derek whispered.

"Yes, yes. But not just yet. There's something I want to try with both of you." The glove at Derek's cock leapt a few feet away and made a beckoning motion at the bed stand. The top drawer slid open, and a condom hovered out, bobbing toward Derek. The wrapper tore in half beneath him, leaving the hovering latex pod in front of his tip. The enchanted condom rolled its way up his shaft, and he swore he felt the latex contract around his cock for a second. "Good. And now that I have the proper mold..." An edge of the condom lifted up, letting air into the condom as it slithered its way back off of Derek's prick.

"Wait, what are you—mmm..." Derek groaned when the glove behind him reached around and grabbed his cock again. The other glove hovered down toward Jackie and began rubbing her clit with two leather fingers. The condom had pulled itself all the way off now, holding its shape as it bobbed between Jackie's legs.

"You're going to love this," the voice said. The leather glove at Derek's cock released him and slid up his stomach, tracing its fingertips back over his torso. His engorged and aching dick hung stiff and heavy. When the haunted condom made contact with Jackie's slick pussy, Derek gasped.