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Couture Capture Ch. 01

By: acfMuse



Chapter One

Kidnapped

Derek tried to remember when he first saw it now. When all of this first started happening, he thought he was going to go nuts. He was able to hold them off in their plans for a few weeks, and before long he was convinced he'd be safe from their plans indefinitely.

He was wrong.

Feminine voices giggled behind him in the darkness. His hands were bound by something that felt like silk, wrapped around each wrist individually and then bound together. It had been dark for a while, but he'd slept twice and eaten a few times. He thought. It was hard to tell how much time was between each event.

It was the outfit that started it. Derek remembered now: the tight black mesh shirt with painted-on jeans beneath it. For all he knew, though, Jackie could have had these things for months. They could have been planning meticulously with the house and the rest of the clothes until they had the perfect plan.

Whatever motivation the outfit had for getting involved with Jackie and Derek, where she came from or how she did the things she did—nothing was clear. She wasn't very generous with details before she disappeared. Derek tried to remember the last time he saw the mesh shirt and jeans prior to his kidnapping, but the days fuzzed together.

He could still remember the beginning, though. The first time was fresh in his mind.

A month ago

Derek brought the laundry up from Jackie's car. Normally he'd fold it right after getting it, but he had to bring work home that night. He spent hours in front of spreadsheets right up until he went to bed.

Jackie didn't even get on him about it the next day, so Derek let it go another evening. By now, half the clothes were out of the baskets and on the couch, sitting in picked-through piles. It got later and later, and before he went to bed, he actually turned around and looked at the ignored chore. Tomorrow. He'd certainly do it tomorrow.

He shut the light off, but as Derek headed toward the hall, he nearly tripped over something. It was a pair of jeans, which had been draped over the arm of the couch. He didn't remember seeing them on the floor.

"You're not going to just leave us here again, are you?" A soft voice asked. He half-laughed, actually thinking that tripping over the jeans had triggered the thought in my head. When he heard it again, Derek realized the voice was no thought. "You're going to upset her, and then you'll be in real trouble."

"Who is that?" He whispered. No response. He looked down at the jeans and at the clothes sitting on the couch. Derek tossed the jeans back onto the couch and shook his head. He obviously needed sleep. "Yeah...tomorrow." He wandered up the stairs and off into the bedroom, undressing himself, and snuggling up with a sleeping Jackie.

"Tomorrow indeed," A quiet female voice said. The waist of the denim jeans lifted off the ground. "It's a bank holiday, ladies. That means Mr. Procrastination doesn't go into work tomorrow, but Jackie does." The jeans began taking shape, their volume slowly filling to a woman's curvature.

"So we make our move tomorrow?" Asked a red sweater, pulling itself off the ground and inflated much the same way. It started with the breasts, flowing to the shoulders and sleeves until it took Jackie's soft, curvy shape.

"That's right," replied the other voice, this time coming in the direction of a shapely mesh shirt hovering out into the living room. It hovered over the filled-out jeans and tucked itself in, forming the shape of a well-endowed woman. "Tomorrow you girls can put all your new faculties to the test. Just remember—stick to the plan and wait for my signal." A purple satin pajama top on a small pile of clothes sat up.

"Ooh, I've been waiting for weeks!" The shimmering top said. "I wanna be the one to surprise him." The pajama top puffed out to deliberately wispy curves and floated over to the matching bottoms on the floor. As the top began lifting off the ground, the waist of the bottoms followed with them, filling out to the shape of shiny thighs and hips. The pajama set walked over to the mesh shirt and jeans. "You said I could, right?" Some of the other clothes picked themselves of the ground.

"Well, that's up to all of you," The mesh shirt said. "If someone else wants in, you ought to share." The mesh shirt waited, but none of the other clothes interjected.

"What about whoever gets picked tomorrow?" A button-down blouse asked.

"Well, whoever gets picked, gets picked. They'll miss out until next time, but there'll be plenty of opportunities. Whatever happens, Jackie can't know about our plans. Once I'm sure she's gone to work, we're free to begin."

The next morning, Jackie was rushing around the house, trying to make sure she remembered everything before she left. When she double-checked for everything, she stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Good bye, honey!" She said, sunny as the morning light. Derek, still asleep, mumbled a reply. "Have a relaxing day off..." Jackie left, and the door clicked shut.

Slowly, the jeans slung over the arm of the couch began to move. They picked themselves up and hovered an inch off the floor, still flat. Outside, a car started. Now the mesh shirt—flat as well—floated in and met up with the jeans. Jackie's car could be heard pulling away as the outfit began inflating to the voluptuous curves it held the night before.

"Alright, girls--" the voice said softly. "She's gone." A bunch of Jackie's clothes—slacks, shirts, blouses, shirts, and underwear—rustled to life, lifting themselves out of the piles of clothing and taking shape. The purple satin pajama set was in the forefront. It didn't waste any time heading to the stairs. "Remember, keep him calm."

"No problem," the pajamas whispered, hovering up the steps without moving its legs on the shiny, tightly-filled bottoms. Some underwear, both individual articles and sets, followed silently behind. When the pajamas got to the door of the bedroom, it swung open by itself.

Standing at the foot of the bed was Jackie's silky pink robe, half-wrapped around a matching camisole, panties, and white sheer stockings. The exaggerated curves inside were Jackie's own...she'd had the camisole for a while, and had put on some weight since. If they could be seen, the invisible tits occupying the front of the camisole would be pouring slightly out the sides. When the door swung open, the robed outfit seemed to take notice of the pajamas and other clothes behind them in the hallway.

The pajamas walked in without saying a word, approaching the robed outfit. After a pair of ghostly feminine giggles, the other underwear waiting outside filtered into the room. The pajamas and robed outfit stood side-by-side at the foot of the bed.

Now the blankets draped over Derek began to slip off of him, leaving only the bedsheets. Once they had slid off the bed entirely, indentations began appearing in the sheet around Derek's chest. Still sleeping, he sighed—unaware that the pleasant fingers he was experiencing on his body weren't coming from a human, or even hands at all, much as they felt like it.

The robed outfit, pleased at Derek's positive reaction, let out it's own approving purr. The invisible fingers that manipulated the sheet moved down his stomach, then up around his shoulders and arms. Aside from the sounds of approval from the robed outfit, the fingers didn't seem to have anything to do with either of the outfits—at least physically. The filled-out outfits remained at the foot of the bed while the surface of the sheet appeared to explore Derek's body.

"Wow, that's good--" Derek finally mumbled. His eyes still didn't open. "Baby, I thought you already left for work." His response was not one, but a chorus of different womanly laughs. Derek's eyes shot open just in time to see the sheet leap over them, blocking any view of what was going on. He tried to sit up, but before he could pull his arms from beneath the sheet, it wrapped around his body quickly enough to pin his arms to his sides. In another split second, kicking was no use either.

"Whoa—temper, temper!" Said Jackie's voice, right next to Derek's ears. He stopped fighting the sheet for a second when he heard it. "Hey, that's better. Now promise to be a good boy, and we won't have to keep you this way."

We? Derek thought. Who else has she got in here? Still not saying anything, Derek tried to move his arms again. He couldn't pull them away from his body, but he could slide them along the inside of the sheet—at least at first. Right after he started moving again, it felt like hands were moving over the sheet, constricting around his wrists and keeping them completely immobile. Now he gave up.

He heard women laughing, and he was sure that at least one of the laughs was Jackie's. But how in the world were the hands at his wrists able to stay so still—particularly if he didn't feel anyone else on the bed with him?

"Jackie," He finally said with an exasperated laugh, "I don't know who's helping hold me down, but when I--" Derek let out a gasp. Someone had just pinched both his nipples simultaneously. "Hey!" Derek jumped. "I'm not sure I like being vulnerably displayed to an audience."

"Jackie's not here, lover," the robed outfit said. Derek laughed. It was Jackie's voice again, though a little dramatized for a sexy effect.

"Funny, Jackie." Derek fried to move his hands again. No dice. "Seriously. Let me up."

"You heard him," the sexy-Jackie voice from the robed outfit said. "Let him up." Derek felt a shift, but he still couldn't move his arms or legs. He was still wrapped in the sheet, unable to see. But something had changed. He couldn't put his finger on it. "Up enough for you?" A feeling of disorientation swam over him. The immobility probably didn't help, but he almost felt—weightless. He second guessed that feeling until he felt his legs drop.

"Jackie! How are you doing this? I--" The sheet was pulled from over his head while remaining constricted around him, revealing just who he was talking to. "Oh. Wow."

"Oh...Wow?" The robed outfit asked, the sleeves moving to their hips. "Your girl's clothes wrap you up and suspend you above your bed in a sheet and 'oh, wow' is all you've got?"

"Sorry to disappoint you," Derek blinked a couple of times, looking around. "I'm obviously dreaming. I left you all on the couch for two days, and I never do that." He looked around at the hovering clothes. Two satiny sleep outfits and a bunch of underwear, all filled to ghostly feminine shapes. He focused particularly on the satin pajamas, where he swore he the shape of nipples under the invisibly filled clothing. "I must have been thinking about my house chores a little harder than I thought."

"That's not the only reason you're here, smart guy," said the jeans and mesh top as they sauntered into the room. Derek's eyes bulged.

"Whoa—you're not part of Jackie's wardrobe," Derek mumbled. If he'd noticed that it wasn't Jackie's voice, it was only just barely. He was more preoccupied with sight than sound, staring at the heaving, bouncing forms on the front of the mesh shirt.

"You wouldn't think so, but that's just because she hasn't worn me yet." The mesh shirt pointed its sleeves at the front of the shirt, and impressions appeared in the enchanted fabric. Its invisible breasts were being lifted with the help what looked like invisible fingers. "I've been hidden away in a drawer." It seemed to stare at Derek a few seconds, continuing to feel itself up with the unseen hands at the end of its sleeves. Derek, believing this all to be a dream, had no problem staring right back. "My, he's being cooperative," The mesh outfit turned to the pajamas. "You didn't cheat and show yourselves to him earlier, did you?"

"He thinks it's a dream," the satin pajamas responded. The sheet hovered Derek to the foot of the bed, right in front of the three outfits. The look in Derek's eyes changed a little as he looked around the room.

"That clock says 8:15." Derek looked out the 2nd story window. "It looks like it's 8:15 in the morning." He looked back at the ghostly phantom forms occupying the clothing next to him and the underwear hovering in the background. "This is a really realistic dream."

"Well," the mesh shirt responded, "I think that's a splendid attitude to start with." A translucent black sleeve rose up to Derek's face, and he felt soft fingertips crawl across his cheek. "As the day wears on, he'll finally admit to himself that he's not dreaming, and by then he won't even care that all of this is happening."

Derek laughed. "This is crazy--I've never actually had such a self-aware dream." The sheet wrapped around his body started shifting over him, and he found he could move his arms again. As soon as he moved his arms away from his torso to stretch, He felt something press against him. He looked down to see the satin pajama sleeves wrapped around him, the billowy bust on the top pressed into his stomach.

"She hasn't worn me in a while, you know?" The pajamas' satin breasts heaved and pressed against Derek's body harder as the sleeves squeezed again. "We haven't snuggled in sooo long." Not seeing the point in reacting any other way, Derek wrapped his arms around the neck of the pajama top and rubbed its back.

"Yeah," Derek looked down at the living outfit hugging him. "It has been a while. She always looked awesome wearing you." The pajamas let go of him and slid upward, meeting him collar-to-collar and hugging again. Now the bedsheet was wrapped around Derek from the waist down, and he couldn't help but notice the movements going on around his upper thighs. When he looked back at the pajama top, he noticed the details inside the collar. He could read the tag, right down to the washing instructions. "I mean, there's no way this isn't a dream...right?"

"Have you had dreams about me before?" The pajamas squeezed him again. Now Derek looked nervously at the other clothes and the room as a whole. There were TOO MANY details. The light, the shadows, the room itself...everything was there. None of that mattered, right? The prospect of his girlfriend's clothes—and this sexy mesh shirt, wherever in his memory it sprang from—was only possible if he was dreaming. The dream, however detailed, made sense. He had these clothes in the back of his head for two days.

"I think he's speechless," The voice purred from the mesh shirt. "Maybe he finally gets that he's not dreaming." Derek finally shook his head to snap himself out of it.

"I am dreaming," Derek said. "It's just that my head's never gone to this kind of length to screw with me." More laughter and various commentary came from the group of clothes, and Derek looked around at each of the outfits and articles again, trying to understand why he was having this strange experience.

"Have it your way, hon," The mesh-shirt laughed, its exaggerated invisible spread jiggling beneath the see-through fabric. "If you're dreaming, then I suppose there's no harm in letting these ladies have their way with you." Derek moved his hands down along the back of the satin pajamas, over their hips and across the shapely butt occupying the bottoms.

"I don't think he'd mind one bit." The pajama top seemed to lean in, and Derek felt something press against his lips. When he realized there was a tongue trying to push its way into his mouth, he opened his own and went with the flow.

Derek noticed that it was almost like kissing Jackie, but not quite. These invisible lips and tongue were decidedly more aggressive than hers. Derek squeezed the back of the PJ bottoms as the ghostly tongue explored his mouth. It didn't take long to get a clear reaction from his lower-half.

"Hey, don't be a boy hog," The robed outfit stepped up as the pajamas withdrew, ending their kiss in a powerful lip-smack. Derek swooned a bit, disoriented by the lively and tasty invisible lips that consumed his own for the last few seconds.

"You—you've got lips?" Derek asked.

"Why shouldn't we?" The robed outfit responded. "We've got hands..." And as if to prove it, one of the robe's sleeves pointed at Derek's chest. He felt cool, smooth fingers trace softly down his chest and over his stomach. Derek let out a low moan as the fingers travelled lower, squeezing themselves under the sheet wrapped around his waist.

"Not yet, girls," The mesh top interrupted. To his disappointment, the fingers pulled away before going any further. "He's a lot more cooperative than I assumed he'd be, so we're going to keep moving." The robed outfit and the pajamas walked toward the bedroom door.

"Whoa, why'd you stop?" Derek asked, watching the rest of the items—mostly bras and panties-- follow the other two outfits out the door. One of Jackie's black strapless bras hovered up to Derek's face and pressed its cups against him. He reached up to grab the bra, but it pulled away quickly, letting out a giggle as it followed the others. Now it was only Derek and the mesh-shirt outfit. "Are you going to give me a clue as to what's happening here?"

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" The outfit stepped toward his still-suspended body.

"It's a little--" He felt something squeeze his ass, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Yes or no question, boy. Are you..." The outfit hovered into the air and toward Derek. Now the mesh shirt's bouncy sheer roundness was right in front of his face. "...or are you not..." The chest pressed against his face. Vanilla, lavender, and soft sheer texture invaded his senses. "...enjoying yourself?" Derek pressed his face into the heavenly invisible shapes behind the fabric.

"I am!" His head turned to the side as one of the mesh sleeves moved up to his hair, stroking it back across his head. "I definitely am." The mesh shirt pulled away again, letting out a sultry laugh.

"Well, the girls are too," the outfit replied. "but I've brought them around for a reason, you see." The bedsheet stripped itself away from Derek, leaving him naked and suspended in the air. Derek blushed a little. There'd been some swelling in his nether-region, brought on by the feminine attention he was receiving. While it wasn't standing at full attention, it wasn't exactly flaccid. "Though I suppose I didn't have to ask to get an answer." The shirt laughed again. Derek looked behind him as the bedsheet and other blankets pulled themselves onto the bed and straightened themselves out. As he watched the pillows pick themselves up and fall into place, the mesh shirt spoke again. "We should dress you, I suppose."

One of Derek's dresser drawers opened. A pair of black silk boxers danced out, floating toward his feet. At the same time, the door to the master bathroom opened, and Derek's bathrobe hovered toward him. It wasn't filled out—rather, it looked as if it was draped over an invisible arm.

The boxers at his feet puffed out to capacity, and Derek watched intently as the animated article sailed over his feet and up his legs. When the waistband was in place, the mesh outfit reached a sleeve up toward the boxers. The flap in the front opened wide as unseen fingers navigated their way inside. Derek let out a sigh, watching as his member was pulled through the gap by the invisible hand gripping it. He reached forward out of curiosity, wanting to feel the soft invisible hands that were stroking and caressing him. His robe pulled itself over his arms at that moment, and he felt both sleeves forcing them back behind him.

"No touching, now. Just relax." Instead of wrapping the robe around him, his sash tied securely around his wrists. He didn't care. The indentations of silky warm fingers made semi-circular invisible rings around his cock, massaging and inflating him. He shuddered with pleasure. "If you think it's good now, just wait. It gets better."

The fingers slid up his shaft, pushing back his boxers. Then a surprising sensation at his tip—something wet and velvety spiraling around him. It wasn't until he saw the collar of the mesh shirt just under his stiff member that he realized it must have been a tongue. He shuddered again when the tongue darted forward on his underside, and he felt his head enclosed by two silky wet lips.


Couture Capture Ch. 01



The subject was cooperating perfectly. He was suspended in the air while his traitorous robe restrained him from manually exploring the unearthly force invisibly sucking him off...and he was loving every second of it. He'd accept what they had in store for him without putting up too much of a fight—it barely took any effort to get him this far.

"This is...amazing." Derek didn't pull against the sleeves restraining him. He just let the sensations flow.

"That's good. I really can't believe you haven't processed this yet. Still just a nice dream, huh?" The lips below didn't need to stop working for the voice to speak, and despite the ecstatic feelings rushing through his cock, he couldn't help but be curious.

"What...are you?" Derek asked, looking down at the animated mesh shirt and its invisible contents working him into a frenzy.

"Honey, I couldn't explain it to you if I had a year. And I don't." The invisible hand around his rigid cock started working faster. "That's quite an instrument you've got." After pumping him up a few more seconds, the hand released him. The lips teased a second longer before releasing as well. His boxers moved forward and engulfed his cock as the outfit withdrew.

"Not againnnnnnn..." Derek moaned. It was the second time this apparent wet dream halted at a simmer. Now Derek hovered toward the floor, but stopped short of being able to touch it with his toes. His hands were released by his sash now; his robe pulled itself around his body while the sash went through the hoops and tied on its own.

"I was just fluffing you up a bit." The outfit hovered off the ground enough to meet Derek collar-to-collar. "The real fun's going to start downstairs. I just wanted some sugar before I turn the rest of them loose on you." A sleeve reached up to Derek's face, and invisible fingers stroked his cheek. As they moved back through his hair, they grabbed and tugged.

Derek's head jerked back, and he felt the see-through tits press against him. Lips—full, plump and moist—engulfed his own. He opened his mouth and let his tongue commingle with the intruder's. Saffron and strawberries poured through his mind as he was twisted to the will of this feminine essence.

It was starting to become clear to his still-fuzzy mind: this wasn't a dream. He had no explanation for what was happening here, but the moment-to-moment awareness and recall was too comprehensive--the details too accurate--to be a function of an errant mind, asleep or awake.

"My goodness...it's been a while since I've had a mark like you." Derek's hair was still being held; he was still tongue wrestling with this ghostly beauty. The voice continued, obviously without any need for help from the mouth pressing against Derek's. "Let's head downstairs, stud." Derek panicked a little when he fell backward, but soon realized he was simply reoriented. Now he was parallel to the ground. The outfit was on top of him—pressing down on him lightly even as he was suspended in mid-air. The outfit squeezed its denim legs around his robe, and both hovered out the door and straight down the hall with Derek's feet first.

Derek was still at the mercy of the phantom lips as he levitated down the stairs. By now he'd wrapped his arms around the mesh shirt, exploring lower and lower with his hands. While he was squeezing and mashing the outfit's shapely denim butt, Derek looked around, finding the shades on the first floor had all been drawn.

He heard cheers and catcalls as his feet sailed into the living room. When he turned the corner, he saw the two other outfits and underwear that had been upstairs, along with ALL of Jackie's other clean clothes from the finished laundry. There were hoodies, t-shirts, blouses, skirts, socks, and leggings all lounging around the room.

"Look, he's awake!" Something said in Jackie's voice.

"And she's even letting him use his hands!" Another article said.

"Can we play with him now?" Asked the robed outfit.

"Not yet," said the mesh outfit. "I want you girls to show him what I taught you. But first..." The lips finally withdrew for more than a second. Derek took a deep breath.

"That was so..."

"Hot," The robed outfit said, standing over him. "Very hot." The mesh shirt was sitting upright on a horizontal Derek now, and he watched the robed outfit reach out a sleeve to it. The mesh-shirt's sleeves moved for the shoulders of the robe and pulled it forward.

"Let's give that mouth of his something to do," The mesh shirt said. With that, the robed outfit fluttered up and over Derek's head. When he looked up, he saw the inside of the camisole, the cuffs of delicate white stockings, the ass filling out the panties, and the robe draped around it all. When it came down on top of him, though, he felt the invisible thighs on either side of his head, squeezing him gently.

Now the robed outfit was straddling his face. The rear of their panties rested under his nose and pressed against him. Beneath his robe and boxers, Derek was as hard as steel. He breathed in, smelling clean laundry with a twist of Jackie's own scent. He let go of the denim ass he'd been caressing, letting his hands search other parts of the ethereal forms riding his body like a saddle. He felt an invisible hand grab one of his own and direct it above him. It was placed on an invisible breast filling out the camisole, and Derek squeezed it gently before rubbing it in a clockwise direction.

"Good boy," The robed outfit cooed. "Keep it up." Derek could see his hand manipulating the shape of the breast from his view of the inside of the camisole. His other hand was taken and lifted in the other direction. He felt kisses on the ends of his fingertips before a pair of lips locked around his index finger and began sucking on it. Derek took another breath. Once again, he smelled Jackie in the air being filtered through the pink panties pressed against his nose and mouth.

Derek opened his mouth and slid his tongue down the soft, pink satin. As his tongue pressed against the fabric, it seemed to press between the invisible labia behind them.

"Mmm...someone wants to be nasty," the robed outfit said. "This was way easier than you thought it'd be."

"It's true," the mesh outfit said. "I hadn't figured our boy for a closeted submissive, but it looks like it's just about pulling the right strings." The denim jeans lifted off Derek, allowing his boxers to re-situate his swollen cock. When they pressed back down again, Derek rested right where the tight denim legs met. Derek groaned in response.

"You've got such nice tits," The robed outfit said to the mesh shirt. Derek heard giggling above him, but his view was blocked by the robe draped around him. His hand on the camisole was pulled aside, and he could only see the outfit lean forward.

"Go for it. Jiggle them." The mesh shirt let out a vociferous laugh. "Yeah, that's it." Derek felt the denim jeans bouncing up and down on his cock, which pumped itself harder in response. There were multiple mouths sucking individual fingers on both of his hands now, his wrists being held in place by what seemed like invisible hands. The mouths at his fingers were certainly a new sensation for him, but he wasn't interested in asking questions any longer. "We're getting the flyboy here rather close to launch. Let's give him a few minutes."

Derek felt the jeans lift off of his lap. His cock pulsed, lifting the boxers and robe covering it. The panties at his face lifted up as well, and the sides of the robe traced over his face as the outfit floated away behind him.

"Tha—that's the third time you've stopped now!" Derek's prick ached as it pumped itself against nothing. It was teased to life and brought close to climax, but everything was settling again. "You can't keep doing this to me!"

"You see? Assertion, deprivation; submission, reward." The mesh shirt outfit was on the floor and walking around again. "You'll have this one trained in no time."

"This really isn't a dream, is it?"

"It's alright, darling," The robed outfit stood behind Derek. "We're already very fond of you. As long as you continue cooperating, we won't have to be too cruel to you." Other articles around the room laughed.

"But what are you? What are you planning to do with me?" Derek's body rotated upright again. He watched the flaps on his robe rise up and pull away from each other. A pair of leather gloves came from over his shoulders. "Hey--" One held a finger to his lips to silence him as the other flew down under the flaps of the robe. He felt a tug down on his boxers before cool leather fingertips wrapped themselves around his cock.

All three outfits—the robe and lingerie, the mesh shirt and jeans, and the pajamas—stood before Derek now. Other articles and partial ensembles seemed to be paying attention to the floating man being jerked off by one of Jackie's leather gloves.

"What—what happens when Jackie gets home, though? What are you going to--" The other leather glove put its hand over his mouth, halting him mid-sentence. As the other glove kept stroking Derek, the robed outfit stood right next to him.

"We'll take care of everything. Cool it with the questions and trust us." The glove over his mouth moved aside as the outfit leaned in. Derek felt a peck on his cheek. He turned to face where the lips were coming from.

"It might be easier to trust you all if I knew something. Are you ghosts? Succubi? Some other supernatural being that—in my mind—didn't exist until the moment I decided I wasn't dreaming anymore?" Laughter again.

"Nothing quite so fantastic," The mesh shirt said. "They're just your girlfriend's clothes. I simply made them a little more active." Derek's toes curled. The leather glove wrapped around his hard-on was gripping tightly and pulling nice and slow. The other glove pulled open the neck of the robe enough to trace Derek's collarbones and down his chest.

"You say nothing so fantastic..." Derek shuddered in a futile attempt to get through his sentence without being distracted by the magic gloves molesting him. "...while my girlfriend's clothes have come to life, apparently intent in mastering the art of cock tease." More laughs around the room.

"He's sooo cute," said one of the hovering bras.

"We needed leverage, my dear." Derek felt a hand grab his ass, and the robed outfit leaned into him again, smothering him with a kiss. "We can't come until we can come to an agreement. Understand?" The lips released his.

"Why would you say it like that if you want me to trust you?" Derek's loud body language made his sleeves restrain him again.

"Because we've got you anyway, Derek." Silky pink sleeves wrapped around his waist, and the intangible hands at the ends were grabbing his ass. Both leather gloves were between his legs now, one continuing to pump him while the other cradled and stroked the sac beneath. The robed outfit pressed against him and locked him in a kiss while its voice continued. "We're going to do what we want with or without your help. However, your occasional cooperation up to now has been occasionally rewarded—with attention or information." Derek wasn't fighting anymore. His sleeves released him again, along with the lips.

"Well, since I really don't know what this is about—I'm...sorry I didn't pick you all up right away like I usually do," Derek said. "Not that it matters now—but I did feel guilty about it before you decided to ambush me."

"I told you," the pajamas said. "He does care. He was just busy." Derek felt the pajamas press against his back and embrace him. He felt sweet, soft kisses on the back of his neck. "It's sweet of you to say, Derek, but that's not really the reason we're here." Another squeeze on his ass confused him—the pajamas were pressed against his backside, but the intangible hands from the robed outfit continued over it unimpeded. It was like the mouths sucking on his fingers. If these were just clothes...

"But really--if you're 'just clothes', how are you able to form mouths and fingers?" Derek heard laughter again as the sash on his robe untied itself. He hovered into the air with the outfits a few more inches, and both the robe and pajama outfit drifted directly in front of him, sinking lower. The outfits leaned against his sides, and he felt two tongues at his hard nipples.

The visual was surreal. He watched his nipples being sucked and prodded by invisible tongues. He started to pull his hands forward to see if he could feel his supernatural lovers, but he was stopped in his tracks by 10 sets of lips, once again wrapped around each and every finger.

"They're simply able to." The mesh shirt's sleeves were at its chest. Derek watched the mesh orbs contract and bounce as invisible hands played with them. "It's something I taught them. Do you like it?"

Derek only managed a nod. Now there were tongues and lips at his toes as well. He couldn't focus.

"Then do you really need to know anything else?"

"Just...one thing," Derek managed. "Are you...going to hurt Jackie...or me?"

"Of course not," The pajamas said.

"We're going to make both your lives 100 times better," The robed outfit added.

"Then I'm yours," Derek said dreamily. "Do whatever you want to me."

The clothes went wild. Derek heard harmless comments like "I want to touch it!" to more aggressive ones like "Let's milk his seed dry." He didn't care. Whatever these clothes had in mind, it felt good for now—and even if Derek wanted to fight it, it was pretty clear he couldn't.

 The present

Did Derek misstep somewhere, or was this kidnapping their plan the whole time? He tried to sort out what he was doing in the couple of days before they took him away, but it was difficult to think. The darkness made him tired and restless at the same time.

But they had fed him regularly, and aside from the darkness—which they called a "necessary precaution for now"--it wasn't torturous. They didn't overwork his body (anymore than he'd like), and he was even able to get a little bit of information from his conversations with them.

Despite the sea of ambiguity in his situation, only a couple of things concerned him. Had they done anything to Jackie? If so, where was she? If not, how long would it take for Jackie to file a missing persons report on him?

In the meantime, he was promised the darkness was temporary, and he was promised he wouldn't have to suffer silence. Derek had reason to believe them. While he couldn't say his life was '100 times better'—as they said it would be—this was subjective terminology. When it came to details, they never really seemed to bluff or lie. It made sense. With the power they had over the physical world, deception didn't really seem necessary. Captors or not, they'd been consistently trustworthy in a twisted sort of way.

Derek would have to wait for his situation to change before he could try anything. He had no sense of the space he was in, let alone a way out. Even if he had a way out, where would he find himself once he got out?



Couture Capture Ch. 02



CHAPTER TWO

WELL-TRAINED The present

Derek was moved into some kind of vehicle for a few hours. He could feel it running on the roads. He was blindfolded, of course, but when he was transferred to another place again, there was an unmistakable scent of sea air.

"Do you know where you are?" A feminine voice asked him. He wasn't sure he should say anything. He felt his shirt lift up, and two soft hands explored his chest. "Don't be mad, Derek. You'll learn everything in due time."

"We're on the coast," He replied, "though I'm not sure where...or even which one." A woman's laughter came from in front of him.

"Don't be so melodramatic. We didn't have time to bring you all the way across the country. But you're right: we're on the coast. I wanted to ask if you were prone to motion sickness—if you are, it can be hell when you're blindfolded on a boat."

"How considerate of you," Derek said, acidic. His shirt traveled higher, and fingers began tickling his sides. He burst into laughter.

"Listen, Mister Attitude. I understand that you're being inconvenienced," The voice got closer as Derek felt something grasp and pull his hair, twisting his head slightly to the side. "but I think we've kept you generally comfortable—considering what we're capable of doing." Derek shuddered as he felt teeth pinch his left earlobe. They relented, and a tongue danced in their place.

"True...and I'm grateful for that," Derek's tone was sincere now--submissive. He was such a good boy now. "I don't really get motion sickness, but thank you."

"Much better," a sultry voice whispered. A tongue lapped his ear again while another dove into his mouth. Lips met his. Fingertips played with his nipples again, and after a few kisses the mouth withdrew. Derek noticed that the sounds of the open sea were encapsulated again. He was inside somewhere again.

"So we're taking a boat ride?" Derek asked.

"I promised you daylight, didn't I?" Derek heard something shut. He felt his blindfold untie. It fluttered away in front of him. Derek could see two dim walls of this space, but little else. He was still restrained and hovering, so other than the way sounds reverberated, he had little clue as to where he was. Then he saw something odd—were the walls swaying? "I'm going to put you down and untie you, but don't leave immediately, okay? It's dangerously bright outside with the glare off the water, and you'll regret not letting yourself adjust slowly."

"Where am I?" Derek felt himself placed on the ground. Whatever was binding his feet had uncoiled, and now the silk tying his wrists behind him was doing the same.

"A storage cabinet. I'm going to open the door a crack—my recommendation is to look at the indirect light on the walls first, let yourself adjust, then push the door open little by little. Once you've adjusted to the brightest light on the walls in here, then you should be able to bear turning around and going into the main cabin."

Derek's eyes burned when the slit of blazing white light hit the back wall. He turned away from it, looking at the darkest part of the cabinet.

"Can I ask where you got a boat?" Derek asked, squinting at the wall.

"We'll talk when you're ready to come out," the voice answered. "Give your eyes some time—they haven't seen anything more than a dim glow for 72 hours." So the last time he saw light was three days ago. It wasn't as long as he figured.

He was still trying to make sense of why he was here. Asking didn't help—the clothes seemed to offer information of some kind for just about everything except motivation. The days before the kidnapping were still fuzzy for him, but the casual nature of his captors on the boat reminded him of the first couple of days after Jackie's clothes came to life.

Three weeks ago

Jackie's things were all over him every second they had the chance. Her leather gloves, for instance, had taken it upon themselves to hide in the couch cushions.

"I'm going to make tea, you want a cup?" Jackie asked.

"Uh, yeah...sure." Derek answered. He was ready for it as soon as she left, but he didn't know where it would come from. A glove shot out from between the cushions and filled out to the contours of a hand. He tried to grab at it, but it was too fast. It gripped his wrist and pulled him forward. After being yanked off of the couch, he felt the other glove grip his ass. "Hey, hey..." Derek said quietly as he landed on his hands and knees. The glove around his wrist moved between his legs and slapped his ass.

Before he could react, both gloves pulled at the waistband of his pants, throwing him back onto the couch. Now they were at the front of his pants, unbuttoning them.

"I don't think you should--" Derek's whisper was halted with an invisible mouth kissing his. One of the leather gloves stroked him through his underwear. He shuddered. His hands were held back by his own shirtsleeves as he tried to reach for the gloves. At this point there was no point in fighting them, but he still made a few token objections. Somehow, no matter what he did, they were always able to sense when Jackie was coming.

After a few seconds they dove back into the couch cushions. Derek felt the lips let up on him. When he could move his hands again, he found that his pants were already zipping themselves back up unassisted. He let out a sigh just before Jackie walked back into the room again.

"You okay, hon?" Jackie asked, seeing Derek's red face. He shrugged.

"I'm fine," Derek said, half-laughing. "I just remembered something I forgot to do at work."

And on it went. Soon he'd be so used to it that he wouldn't even look flustered when Jackie got back into the room. It was mostly harmless grab-ass and submission games, but a few days after Derek was aware of them, they had to seriously make their authority clear.

It only took once. He boldly threatened to expose them, and they indifferently reminded him how simple it would be to lose control of his car and go on an off-road adventure. No one would be hurt, they promised, except his reputation. And if he wished to continue asserting his pretension of control, they would show him just how easy it would be for a "man in control" to—from an outsiders perspective—lose all touch with reality.

"But why would you do that to me?" Derek asked Jackie's robed outfit, standing in front of him with sleeves at its hips.

"Darling, we wouldn't need to do that to you unless you decided to do something silly like try and expose us," The outfit stepped forward, raising an invisible sleeve to Derek and placing an invisible hand on his chest. "You've been a very good boy for the last couple of days, so you're the last person that should be worrying about it. Keep cooperating, keep the passive-aggressive comments to a minimum, and just try and enjoy yourself."

Derek couldn't help but let out something between a sigh and a sneer. And did they say last person? He was smart enough to realize that whatever force he was dealing with couldn't be tricked; it couldn't be resisted or overpowered—and it would be easy for them to make him appear insane. What else could he do but cooperate?

The outfit lifted its other sleeve. Invisible fingers found Derek's nipples beneath his t-shirt.

"Are you going to say you haven't liked what we've done so far?"

It would be a lie. He did like it. It's what made his cooperation that much harder for him, though: why was this force (forces, for all he knew) pawing all over him every second? By now, the purpose of the clothing made sense as a hypothesis: these things didn't seem to have physical 'bodies'. They couldn't be seen, but based on their ability to touch Derek and manipulate any object in the room without a clear form, they seemed to occupy the space around him. Derek assumed that the clothing was used to give him some anthropomorphic analog. It still didn't explain why they were here with him.

Derek's head was tilted toward the outfit by unseen hands.

"Answer, please."

"Well, of course I like it," Derek admitted. The outfit leaned in. By now he knew when invisible lips were approaching his own. The kiss lasted a few seconds, finishing with hands running down Derek's back and grabbing his ass. He and the outfit lifted off the ground for a second, and the outfit disengaged Derek when they landed. "Haven't you noticed that I've done nothing but give in to you?"

"That's why you're a gem among rocks, Derek."

They were nice to him when he cooperated, but they also became bolder, more adventurous. It was an ugly catch. If he resisted, they stepped things up to keep him in his place. If he cooperated, they stepped things up because he indulged them.

Derek was in the kitchen after midnight, grabbing a glass of water. As he headed toward the cupboard, it opened itself. A glass hovered out a little faster than he'd have liked.

"Hey--" Derek's objection was broken by unseen lips against his. He looked down to see one of Jackie's chemises—ivory with black lace trim—slowly pressing itself against him. He felt his dick jump a little in response, and he pulled back from the lips. "I was just getting some wa—" he was quieted again when the chemise shifted; what felt like a finger rested against his lips.

"And I guess I caught you at just the right time," The smooth, commanding voice said. "You'll get your water when I get this." He felt a tug at his robe down below. He looked down at the curves of the chemise, filling out the demi-cups and tapering down to a shapely torso. When he looked inside the seemingly empty negligee, he saw a pair of black lacy panties floating inside the chemise, around its lower hem. They were comfortably wrapped around fertile hips—and the dim light that was usually left on all night spilled through the translucent material, allowing Derek to see everything. He wrapped his arms around the chemise and parted his lips again, searching for the ethereal mouth somewhere above Jackie's enchanted lingerie.

"Now, that's a good boy," The voice said, dripping with lust. A mouth met his own and began looping its tongue around his. As Derek relaxed, he felt himself lift into the air with the chemise. Shortly after, he felt two more sets of lips...at his feet? While he was still lingually locked with the mouth above the chemise, he looked around him as best he could. There were no other clothes around—just the silky ivory form he was embracing. But, without a doubt—there were mouths at his toes, alternating between sucking and licking. As he let his expectations go, invisible hands slid up his legs, going under his robe, which lifted up on his sides. They weren't interested in speaking at length or explaining this time. They were going to take.

The hovering glass pressed against the water dispenser in the fridge, turning it on. Derek was paying more attention to the sash of his robe. It untied without his assistance, and the robe flew open. As a soft hand cradled around his package, another played with his ass. The sensations directed his attention away from the sash ends coiling around his upper arms.

The chemise pulled away from his embrace just enough to let the sash ends slide up his arms. They coiled tightly near his elbows and pulled his arms back. He went with the pull of the sash. Knowing what it was up to, he eased his hands behind his back and held them there. One end of the sash coiled around his wrists as the other gently patted him or the rear.

"Soooo cooperative." The voice reverberated passion, and he felt cool fingers grip his stiffening manhood. As soon as his hands were secured behind him by the sash, two more virtual sets of lips were at his nipples. With the chemise floating before him at an arm's length, he looked down at his own flesh being worked over by phantom fingers, lips and tongues.

Even if he pretended to resist verbally, the gesture would be pretty empty. Every encounter he had with this force made his body increasingly betray him. He was getting used to the attention—beginning to crave it. It wouldn't be long before they'd trained his less rational head like a Pavlovian dog; soon the first detection of the feminine phantoms' presence would stir him to rigidity.

He was hard as steel after the teasing, phantom hand-job. A last set of lips wrapping around his throbbing cock to replace the invisible hand made him bigger and harder. For the next fifteen minutes, he was theirs. No commentary. No resistance. He was free of gravity in the dark kitchen, being groped and licked in more places than he could keep track of. All he could do was watch his cock move and shift with the sensations of the invisible mouth surrounding him.

"Wait until I tell the girls about this one," the voice said as Derek inched closer to orgasm. "You're never going to have a waking moment alone again. You know that, don't you, Derek?" Unstoppable supernatural sex was all Derek had his mind on at this point anyway, but the confident purr of the voice occupying Jackie's lingerie was what finally set him off. When the release came, the invisible mouth at his tip happily sucked him clean. He didn't understand where the semen disappeared to, or how.

It ended as abruptly as it began. Derek was placed back on the ground, his wobbly post-coital frame supported by his robe, properly tied around him again. The water glass floated in front of him, waiting for him to grasp it. Just before he did, he heard the voice whisper in a dark, soothing intonation.

"You like it when I take."

Derek took the glass, drinking from it. He didn't want to insult or encourage, but there just wasn't any message that wouldn't do one or the other. He smiled as he walked out of the kitchen toward the stairs.

"I'm glad," the voice added.

Two weeks ago

His steady submission earned him some cooperation on the part of the clothes, but not much. When Jackie had an 8-to-8 shift on Saturday, it was up to Derek to straighten up the house and prepare dinner. He made it a point to wake up when she did; this way he'd have some time before ethereal hands and possessed clothes directed his every action. Besides, she'd gotten home late last night, and he had a surprise he wanted to show her.

"You'll call me, right?" Derek asked as Jackie sipped coffee. "Let me know when you're on your way back from work so I can start dinner?"

"Sure thing, babe." She finished what was in her mug. Derek sipped his own coffee, sitting in front of his laptop. "You're up early on a Saturday."

"Yeah, it's gonna be a busy day," Derek sneered.

"Well, sometime along your busy day, get the laundry together? I'll drop it off tomorrow."

"Ah—that's right," Derek smirked. "You haven't been in the laundry room since yesterday, have you?"

"You got the washer fixed?" She beamed. Derek shook his head.

"Just go look." Derek smiled. Jackie giggled, running out of the kitchen. She let out a shriek.

"New washer AND dryer?" Jackie called back from the room. She came running back out and almost tackled Derek with a hug. "How much did you spend?"

"Don't worry about it. Our dryer was on its last leg anyway...thing was a hand me down from my parents' house. The installers handled disposal and everything, so—" Jackie planted a kiss on him.

"I was getting tired of lugging those clothes around to be washed." Derek chuckled to himself. Jackie's clothes were getting sick of being lugged around too. There were complaints of strangers handling them, a distaste for the laundromat, and even veiled threats about using Derek's card to buy a top of the line commercial washer by themselves. He really didn't have a choice in the matter. A new washer was the demand; he obeyed and went a step farther. "Alright, I've got to get out of here, or I'm going to be late. I look okay?" Derek smiled at her.

"You look great." He was looking her in the eyes when he said it, and she responded with another kiss. "You always look great in that uniform." She shoved him away playfully.

"Dork." She gave him a quick hug. "Gotta go. I love you." She gave him a final peck on the cheek and headed out the kitchen and toward the front door.

"Love you too," Derek waved.

"And honey?" She held the door open. Derek looked up at her. "Jackie is very happy with you." She grinned as she shut the door. Derek smirked back.

"Some-one's-gett-ing-laid-to-night," a soft voice sang, descending the stairs. Jackie's satin pajamas rounded the corner and faced Derek. "I guess we'd better leave some of you for when she gets home."

"Well, hi." Derek said. "You're talking to me again?" The pajamas ran over to him and draped their sleeves around him, wrapping him up in soft, purple satin.

"Of course I am. You kept your promise." A sleeve wrapped around Derek's arm and pulled him into the living room.

"What are you doing?" Asked an indignant voice back in the hall. "Don't think you're going to monopolize him all morning." Derek peeked out and saw Jackie's silky pink robe draped around the watching camisole and panty set. The white sheer stockings caught up with the rest of the outfit a second later. Derek couldn't help but laugh.

"All the pajamas ever want to do is snuggle," The robed outfit approached Derek with a sultry, hip-shaking walk. "You want to do more than snuggle, don't you?"

"I, uh--" Derek stuttered as the outfit stepped closer, wedging him between it and the wall.

"It's my turn," The pajamas said, coming back out into the hall. "You get to take him on joyrides every night. Give me one morning." The robed outfit stepped away from Derek and toward the pajamas.

"You don't know what you're talking about. It's that lace and silk tramp that steals him away in the middle of the night." The robe extended a sleeve toward Derek, and he felt an invisible hand pull the collar of his shirt toward the camisole's spread. "Isn't that right, Derek?" Another invisible hand tousled his hair. "Tell her." Derek closed his eyes and felt the fingers weave through his locks.

"She's right," Derek said. "It's the ivory chemise." The pajama outfit crossed its arms. "The first time, I was just up to get a glass of water, but lately she's been pulling me out of bed sometime in the middle of the night and—you know. Sometimes she doesn't even bother waking me up."

"Oh, those nights are the best," said another voice descending the stairs. "I love the thought that a man's basic primal desires can be roused even while he's sleeping..." The ivory silk and black lace chemise came entered the hall. Matching ivory gloves flanked its sides, and black thigh-high stockings descended into a pair of glossy black pumps.

They weren't even touching him, and it was kicking in. His body expected it. They had 12 hours, and they were going to use every second.

"I think we should be democratic about this," The silk and lace chemise said. "I know I've been hogging him at night, and you two have both had your share of his attention—but now that this has become a regular occurrence, everyone else wants in on the fun."

"Uh, wait a minute—" Derek stuttered. "What do you mean...everyone?" The outfit stepped in front of him, and one of the ivory gloves grabbed his hair and directed his mouth to a pair of invisible lips above the chemise. Derek wrapped his arms around the chemise and pulled it toward him. One of the stocking legs lifted up, carrying the black pump with it. It curled around his leg, the heel digging into the back of his calf. The ivory glove pulled his hair harder as its twin began exploring the waistband of his sleep pants.

"We mean everyone," the chemise said while its invisible lips continued kissing Derek. "Her panties, her bras, her socks, her shoes, her stockings, sweaters, pants, boots, gloves and toys...they've all heard how good you are at playing."   "From who?" Derek managed to say between kisses. He watched as the Ivory glove slip into his pants. It played with his ass for a second before teasing the back of his balls with a satin fingertip. Derek let out a pleasurable exclamation.




Couture Capture Ch. 02



"From us, lover," The pink robe said, pressing up against his side. He felt a velvety tongue slide up his ear.

"Well, it's nice of you ladies to think sensibly instead of selfishly," The purple satin pajamas said. Derek, still being barraged with kisses, looked over at the collar of the pajamas that usually played his advocate. "I agree with them. You've gotten used to be being shared by a few of us, but you really ought to make it clear that you're in the service of all of Jackie's things." The pajamas approached him on his free side, and now all three outfits were pressed against him as he tried to withdraw from the mouth kissing him.

"In service of?" He managed to say before the invisible lips pressed against his own again. He heard three distinct laughs coming from all around him.

"Oh, please," The pink robe and camisole set said. "You already knew that part." Derek felt the ivory glove in his pants squeeze one of his cheeks.

"Let's go upstairs now, Derek," The chemise said. The outfit stepped away from him, leaving the ivory satin gloves behind. The two other outfits followed, and the ivory gloves pulled on the waistband of his sleep pants. Derek followed willingly behind. As the soft feminine curves of his girlfriend's magic clothing swished in front of him, his cock was starting to stiffen. The satin glove in his pants wasn't helping.

When they approached the stairs, the satin gloves pulled out of Derek's pants and sailed up to the next floor by themselves. The outfit in front of him, the pink robe, camisole and panties, turned around and pressed against his body, wrapping its sleeve under his arms and around his torso.

"Don't bother yourself walking up all these stairs," the lusty voice said as a tongue darted into his mouth. His body was pulled toward the outfit, and he was thrown off balance. He fell forward, and something lifted him up between his legs. He looked down as best he could through the aggressive mouth kissing him, and whatever was holding his legs up spread them apart. It took him a second to realize that it was actually a phantom pair of legs, not just some abstract pushing and pulling. His own legs were resting on fully-formed invisible thighs.

As he sailed up the stairs suspended atop the invisible form in the silky pink outfit, he felt the waistband of his sleep pants slowly pulling themselves down over his rigid cock. He muffled a moan through the kissing as his member rested between two silky invisible thighs. He couldn't see them, but he could see the subtle shifts in his cock as they contracted, squeezing gently around him. He managed to get the mouth to stop for a second.

"I—I can feel your legs," Derek whispered. "What's behind the panties?"

"Something that could be ve-ry-dan-ger-ous-to-you..." The pink outfit sang, wrapping its sleeves around Derek's head and pulling him into her invisible mouth again. Derek let the tongue part his lips, and raspberry entered his mouth. He let out a grunt of approval as the silk sleeves moved down over the sides of his head, equally silky invisible fingers tracing over his earlobes.

Derek felt the invisible legs beneath him open. His cock slowly rose against the warm, unseen body until it met against the underside of the pink silk panties.

"Dangerous how?" He asked. His answer was having his mouth engulfed with a slippery raspberry tongue again. There was always a sense of nectar about the phantom kisses he'd been receiving, but the flavor had never been so deliberate, so powerful. It was the only answer he'd get.

Derek hovered into the bedroom, his arms wrapped around the robe. It hovered upright again, and as Derek felt his toes against the floor, he instinctively tried to plant his feet. The robe set him down, his sleep pants still around his ankles as his member stood at full attention. One of the sleeves moved toward his waist, and Derek barked as in invisible hand tightened around him.

"He plays his role very well..." The outfit said.

"Look at him," The purple pajamas answered. "He's going to be so happy." Derek was a little more than concerned about that kind of talk, but the invisible lips pressed firmly against his once more. He felt the cups of the camisole press against him, and the hand around his penis moved down the shaft and scooped beneath his balls. He tried to talk anyway, in a muffled, oversexed mumble.

"mmmee-haafffy-wiff-wuutt?" A few seconds after Derek attempted to ask, the silky raspberry lips disengaged, giving him a final peck on the cheek. A slow, dominating yank on his hair pulled his head back.

"There was a reason I wasn't letting you get those words out, cutey." The pink outfit said. "You need to comply with actions, not just verbal requests." Derek was hesitant to respond. This attitude was becoming a little more prevalent with this particular outfit lately, but Derek hoped the pajamas would intercede like usual. His thoughts were interrupted with a soft voice right at his ear. "Do you understand, Derek?"

"I understand," He said. He let out a sound as his hair was pulled harder.

"I understand, mistress." The whisper corrected. Were they serious? Derek hesitated again, waiting for the less demanding outfits to say something. When they didn't, he tried to look to his side. His hair was released, and the hand at his balls slid back up his shaft and squeezed it tenderly. "Say it." Derek let out a sound in pleasant surprise, attempting to stifle himself midway.

"I understand...mistress," Derek answered.

"That's good, Derek." The pajamas approached, putting a sleeve over his shoulder. "Now all you have to do is show the same cooperation and respect to all of us, and you'll keep being rewarded."

Cooperation and respect. In service of. All of us. Derek wasn't a complete fool. They'd been leading him in this direction all along, training him. Ghostly seduction. Flesh he could feel, but not see. Jackie's externalized essence all around him, pushing him and pulling him. He was addicted. The ivory chemise was right. He liked it when they took.

The present

The door was open all the way, and glittering waves of light danced against the walls. Derek's eyes were still acclimating to the light, but he was getting impatient, and he could see well enough. He was clad in a simple t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts—the same kind of outfit he'd been kidnapped, undressed, and redressed in during the last three days.

The presence had left him alone for more than a few minutes now, and outside of sleeping, he couldn't remember the last time they let him have this much time to do solitary thinking. A rush of fear went through him: what if it had actually left him alone, adrift at sea?

He still wasn't ready to walk out into the main cabin, but he did it anyway. Light poured in from all sides, and the glare—though dimmed by the sun glass—turned his eyes to slits again. This was no boat. It was a yacht. He had no idea how big, but the "storage cabin" in which he sat comfortably for the last fifteen or twenty minutes couldn't have made up a tenth of the interior space. He had a seat on a bench in the main cabin and shaded his eyes from the light, looking down at the floor.

"I told you to take your time, Derek." He lifted his head, but didn't see any clothes in the cabin moving around on their own. "Don't bother—there's nothing for you to see right now. Let your eyes keep adjusting."

"What time is it?" He asked.

"It's almost 5PM." The sun was streaming through the smoky glass at the bow, which meant they were still moving seaward. Try as he might, he couldn't piece together what was happening. A few subtle clues here and there about this coming adventure came across in his conversations with Jackie's clothes a few weeks ago, but hindsight being 20/20, he couldn't extrapolate any explanation for the boat.

He was nervous. The force doing all this was powerful—damn near omnipotent as far as he could tell—but he hadn't even been outside the reach of human contact. Back home, Jackie would return from work every day. He always had a cell phone on him, not that it would've helped, but it was some kind of comfort in having the option to call someone raving like a maniac. Here, there was no option. The continental shelf was drifting farther away, and he was on the open sea.

"What's on your mind, lover?" Derek jumped a bit when fingers danced over his shoulder, then took a deep breath when two invisible hands began kneading the base of his neck. It was probably best to be honest. Not whiny or demanding or obsequious—just honest.

"Don't take this the wrong way—because you've given me no reason to think so at all—just take my paranoia with a grain of salt and try to see this situation from my perspective if you can when I—" The hands squeezed his shoulders, and a velvety touch brushed up against his ear.

"Don't sugar-coat it, babe," The voice whispered. "I'm a big girl."

"I'm anxious," Derek finally said. "I'm nervous. I'm scared." He expected the fingers working over his shoulders to stop, but they continued, so he went on. "And if you're just having fun with me—which seems to be your general mood—then I'm afraid I'm going to be pretty disappointing until I get a few answers." He stopped again, but the fingers went on, showing no signs their controller was offended.

"Go on," the voice said gently.

"I don't need to know any specifics if you don't want to give them. Just a few yeses or nos. Is that okay?"

"Mm-hmm." The voice was still soft. The hands worked over his back now. The tension in his body was loosening up.

"Is Jackie okay?"

"Certainly," the voice answered. That was a relief.

"Is she worried about me?"

"Not really..." She trailed off, looking for the right words. "...but don't take that in a bad way. I can't quite explain yet." That was frustrating, but he decided against a follow up. She was giving him a couple straight answers, and he didn't want to waste the opportunity.

"Are you bringing me somewhere in particular?"

The hands went on untying knots in his back, but the voice didn't respond immediately. Just before Derek wondered if he'd asked the wrong question, he heard a sly laugh.

"Yes, lover. Very particular." The hands moved toward his sides, tracing over his ribs until the fingers worked their way toward his pecs. He looked at the indentations moving over his shirt, corresponding to the ethereal touch melting his anxiety away. "And don't let our current locale fool you, because our destination has nothing to do with solitude."

Damn. Mystery after mystery. Still, despite not getting any real information about what was happening, he trusted the voice when it said Jackie was okay. He also trusted that she wasn't in despair over him. His faith in his invisible, (sometimes) intangible captor was renewed, and certainly not because the caresses he was feeling were too good to be malevolent. No.

Instead, it was a sense of utility. Derek had nothing of value to offer this supernatural feminine force—other than, of course, what he'd already been giving. In that light, however strange the circumstances, it made sense that this was nothing more than entertainment for her. Judging by what he'd seen of the seemingly endless resources and abilities available to his captor, that was his only explanation.

Maybe he'd wake up anytime, sleeping next to Jackie in the early dawn light...not to say this wasn't happening. He'd already established (over and over again) that his thoughts over a matter of weeks had been too coherent and consistent for him to be dreaming. But with all its abilities, maybe this force could snap Derek back home anytime it wanted. Maybe, as she'd assured him, there was nothing to worry about at all.

"One more?" He asked. The voice giggled in response.

"One more. But I've got a lot to show you, so don't spoil your appetite." Her teasing answers were absolutely cruel, wrapped in clues so sticky-sweet that Derek had no idea what to expect.

"Am I going to like it?"

A pair of invisible arms threw themselves around his shoulders, and he felt a peck on his cheek. He turned toward where he thought the phantom mouth was, but found nothing but air. The waistband on his athletic shorts slowly pulled itself down over his hips.

"Have I shown you anything you haven't liked?"



Couture Capture Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- Trust

One week ago

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"Derek?"

He tried to roll himself over in bed, but there was nothing under his arm to push against. He flailed half-asleep until he sensed his body rotate from the momentum.

"Whoa!" Derek relaxed, finally realizing what was going on. "Hey, I'd really wish you'd wake me up and then make me drift into the air without giving me a say in it." Laughter from in front of him. When he saw it, the lump in the sheet covering his waistline grew.

"Sorry, baby. Nurse's orders."

It was one of Jackie's nurse uniforms, with a couple of...unprofessional substitutions. In fact, the only real components were the buttoned white shirt with shoulder patches and the latex gloves. The rest was far from official issue. White translucent stockings ran under a tight white skirt and tapered down to white patent ankle boots with red vinyl crosses stitched into the sides. The cap hovering over the shirt was novelty too, as evidenced by the same vinyl patch.

"Besides, you've been sleeping up there for an hour quite peacefully. Mr. Willy must have liked it, because he came out to play for a little while. I thought about helping you along, but it didn't feel right without you being there for the fun."

The thin white latex gloves sexily traced their fingers over each other at the ends of invisible arms. Derek was remembering his start-to-finish hand job Jackie's ivory satin gloves had given him a couple of days ago. It was glorious. One ghostly hand pumping madly as the other cradled perfectly, both dancing their fingers in rhythm...It could only get better with these. He savored the thought of slippery latex gloves all over his cock.

"Oh my...your secrets just get dirtier and dirtier." Derek heard a giggle. "We've found something you're really interested in, have we?"

Derek's jaw dropped. Could it be that they...

"Oh, Derek. Derek, Derek, Derek." He heard something shuffling on the bureau. It was a box of unpowdered medical latex gloves. He heard the rubbery flapping with each new glove that pulled itself from the box. Suddenly there were four additional inflated latex gloves, then a dozen. Now they flew out in clumps, separated, and bulged out with force. There had to be thirty pairs of slender latex hands now, all partnered up and aimed at Derek.

"Now hold on, ladies," One of the gloves said. It flew over to a dresser drawer and pulled it open. Derek knew what was waiting inside. A second later the latex hand emerged with a large bottle of clear viscous fluid. "Everyone line up. This needs to be a proper examination." The latex gloves obeyed, pairing up their hands in a line.

Another glove swooped in to uncap the bottle. Once it was open, the glove holding it turned it upside down, squeezing the slippery lubricant over the other latex gloves liberally. Derek heard a chorus of quiet feminine giggles and squishing noises of lubricated latex on latex.

It had been weeks now since Jackie's clothes revealed their secret lives to Derek, and though there were still times when he found their fun a little imposing, he had long passed the point of resistance. It occurred to him that he fulfilled the role of pet more than anything else; while he was made comfortable in every sense of the word, he was never left unattended.

Panties and socks and gloves and shirts hid in his car, even keeping watch over him when he left the house. Jackie's dirty clothes in the bathroom would spring to life the moment he shut the door, and Derek had assistance—welcome or not—with every shower or shave. But the biggest event of the day was always in the morning, right after Jackie left for work. The mesh shirt and jeans outfit had once affectionately named Derek's usual wake-up call "a cure for morning stiffness," though the stiffness the clothes were talking about was acutely and pleasantly exacerbated before the actual "cure" took effect.

This morning was different, though. They were already cranking into overdrive, and though he wasn't at all disappointed—he still had to wonder if this mysterious force (or these for-ces) could actually read his mind. It seemed to get a lot more enthusiastic about the gloves after he went over the memory of the satiny hand-job he received.

When he reacted to seeing the latex gloves drifting at the end of an invisible nurse's arms, he thought for a split-second about how interesting things could get with more than two hands. Without missing a beat, the force had reacted very affirmatively. Now better than half of the gloves were out of the box, filled out to slender feminine shapes and being greased up with clear, frictionless lube.

"You know how fucking quick you're going to make me cum?" Derek asked, his mouth twisted into a smile. As far as he knew, it was true. His cock was pumped with anticipation, begging the slippery white fingers to wrap around him, cradle him, tweak him and tease him.

"You'll come when I want you to come, silly boy," The nurse's outfit responded. The door creaked open, and the mesh shirt and tight blue jeans strutted in. The nurse's outfit turned toward the door with its unlubed gloved at the outfit's hips. "You could knock."

"I don't think so," the mesh shirt chuckled. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here to interrupt." The outfit stopped and turned to Derek, crossing its mesh sleeves under its chest and slightly lifting its invisible tits. "Much as I hate to say it, you've got a decision to make."

"Me?" It didn't process. Since the day Jackie's clothing came to life, he was effectively deaf to the words "you", "decision" and "make" in the same sentence.

"You, Derek. It's not very fair, seeing as you're a little weighted right now," A mesh sleeve reached out toward his midsection, and he felt unseen fingers tighten around the lump in the sheet. Derek sighed. "But I trust your strength of will," the shirt continued, gripping his manhood and pulling. "Just remember, you only get one answer, and once the decision is made, it's made forever."

"You couldn't wait until I was done with him?" The nurse's outfit protested. "I've been waiting very patiently for my turn, and he's been fantasizing about me ever since you let us reveal ourselves to him."

There it was again. The outfit was right. Derek always wanted to see Jackie in some fantasy hybridization of her work uniform, but he held back on telling her that. He imagined being a real nurse kinda killed the fun of dressing up as one in the bedroom, but that didn't stop him from thinking about it. He'd been waiting for Jackie's work clothes to join the ranks of the others that had their fun with him.

"I'll be fast," The mesh shirt said. "Derek, you've got three options. First, you come with me. You don't ask any questions about where we're going or what we're going to do. If you come with me, you agree to stay with me until I release you." There was a pause, and just as Derek opened his mouth-- "Second, I leave alone, and you stay here with them. They're your girlfriend's clothes, so whatever plans they have with you, I'm not privy to them. Keep that in mind." Derek started considering the two options as the mesh shirt continued. "Third, I leave alone, and my gift to them comes with me." A sleeve pointed at the nurse's outfit, and the latex gloves at the hips rose up and pressed against an invisible face.

"You can't—"

"Hush!" The mesh outfit commanded the nurse's blouse. The curvy mesh torso turned back to face Derek. "As I was saying, choice number three is that I leave here, I take the power I've given them with me, and you'll never, ever find yourself in a situation like this again."

And now there was a deliberate pause. Derek saw his chance.

"But...you're letting me think about this, right?" He watched as the legs of the jeans pulled themselves under each other, bringing the outfit into a hovering cross-legged position. The outfit hovered over the bed and next to Derek's own hovering body.

"Conviction under pressure, kiddo. You've got sixty seconds to answer me, starting now."

He could tell she wasn't kidding, and it was already killing him. Despite all these fantastic events, Jackie came into his head first. He knew there'd be no follow up questions to clarify those choices—it was clear that they were offered as is, and the mesh shirt had already been explicit in the finality of Derek's decision.

"Forty five seconds."

Choice one was out. He couldn't leave this house alongside that force without asking questions. He wouldn't abandon the woman he loved. Choice three might have held some appeal when all of this started—when Derek was more than a little nervous about the his perpetual magical company.

"Thirty-five."

Choice two seemed rational—though he still wouldn't be in control, he'd get to stay at home and he wouldn't forfeit the incredible supernatural attention that he'd become accustomed to. Also...while he really didn't want to believe it was a factor, the thirty or so pairs of greased and lubricated latex gloves hovering nearby pushed him further in favor of this option. The mesh shirt had said Jackie's clothes would have plans of their own, and Derek though back to the cryptic conversation they'd had some time ago—the first time Derek really allowed them to dominate him completely. Are we really sure we want to do this? Don't you think he'll be happy?

"Fifteen seconds, lover."

He tried to bring up the conversation later on, but the mention of it lead to a lightning-fast response consisting of gagging and tickle torture. After experiencing the teasing tactile punishment from the second offense, he dropped it. While there was something kinky about being kept in a cage of sensation, this force didn't know the meaning of slow down. Derek much preferred to cooperate. Invisible blow jobs and hand jobs were addicting rewards.

"Five...four...three...two...on--"

"Much as my curiosity is nagging at me," Derek cut in, "I can't just leave Jackie, especially without asking questions about what's going on...so I'd like to stay here with all of them." Derek waved an arm at the living sexy nurse outfit, the closet and and the dresser. "But since I'm not going with you, can I ask a few questions?"

"Not a one," The mesh outfit said. "You can direct all your questions to your new mistresses." Its voice was matter-of-fact, but not in a rude way. "I'd like to say goodbye though, if no one minds."

"So long as you don't make him cream when you do it," A lubed glove said. "We know how your goodbyes can be."

"Yeah," another chimed in. "We already called the happy ending." The slick fingers of the glove coiled up and the glove moved up and down, pantomiming exactly what they meant.

The outfit must have taken the banter as a sign that no one minded, because it soon hovered over Derek and uncrossed its legs, floating down to straddle his bulging cock with its tight denim thighs. Derek let out a groan as the mesh shirt leaned into him, pressing warm invisible tits covered in netting against his own bare chest.

"Your girlfriend has made an exceptional choice, Derek." Invisible lips took his own before he had a chance to mutter any thanks. A velvety tongue forced its way into his mouth, making his cock inflate between the denim thighs. "You should know they're very proud of her decision too...and they all like you. Very much." The ferocious invisible kissing didn't stop, but the voice continued. "And I'd say if you continue being as obedient and cooperative as you are now, everyone here is going to be happy for a long time." The denim hips danced against Derek's. "Mmmm...a long, long time."

Derek felt his lip playfully bit and pulled when the kiss concluded. When the gloves mentioned the possibility of the mesh outfit "making him cream", Derek thought they were joking at first. Now he was starting to see how it was possible. The mesh shirt wrapped its sleeves tightly around him, and Derek felt a cheek press against his own as a whisper came into his ear.

"You're one of the good guys, Derek, and good guys get rewarded. Your girlfriend's clothes are a little obnoxious, but their loyalty to you is real. Trust them, okay?" Derek slowly needed as the soft invisible cheek left his own. His attention was once again drawn to the beautifully displaced mesh shirt pressed against him. "If, however, you find that weapon of yours inside a magic sheathe--think twice about the kind of power you're firing into it."

How ominous. It wasn't the first time he'd been cautioned about a magic pussy, though the last warning wasn't nearly as colorful as this one.

"As if any of you could have any more power over me than you already do," Derek said. No response from the outfit. "Will you, uh, come back to visit?" Derek asked, bringing his hands up to the outfit's hips.

"Probably not," The outfit responded, "though I'm sure you know—now more than ever—that anything's possible." The torso sat up, pulling away from Derek. Once again, the outfit hovered away from Derek's body and down to the floor.

Derek looked at the door as a large black leather handbag hovered into the room, the long straps curving as if draped over an invisible shoulder. As the bag approached the outfit, the jeans deflated and folded between the legs, the again at the knees. The voluptuous mesh shirt kept hovering as the folded jeans placed themselves inside the bag, holding itself open like a hungry mouth.

"Take care, Derek," The mesh shirt said. He felt something grab his cock through the sheets, but the shirt was nowhere near him. "And you take care of him," the shirt said to the nurse's outfit, still waiting patiently. "He's trusting you all. Don't abuse it." A giggle came out of the crowd of gloves.

"He's gonna like the kind of abuse we've got in mind," A pair of lubed gloves wrung their hands together. "Don't worry about him." A mesh sleeve waved as the gorgeous shape fell out of the shirt, which folded at its shoulders, then in half. As soon as it fell in with the jeans, the leather bag closed, swung around, and headed for the door.

"How's she going to leave?" Derek asked. One of the unlubed gloves at the uniform's hips pointed at the door, and it slammed and locked.

"She's got her methods," the outfit said. "Aren't you more interested in finishing what we started?" The glove pointed at Derek and twirled a finger. The sheet that had been covering Derek flew out of his reach, and now he was naked, hard, and suspended in the air. Now all the lubed pairs of gloves began to surround him. "Ever had a prostate massage, Derek?"

His face dropped. Laughter from all around him.

"Well, that's a no." The outfit chuckled as the laughter from the gloves died down. "You're dating a nurse and you've never explored your own g-spot?" Derek looked around at all the primed gloves.

"I'm just not really into--"

"Shh..." The outfit pulled one of its gloves up, placing a finger over its invisible mouth. "You don't trust that we know what you're into Derek?" He watched as the first of the 30 pairs approached him. He felt cool, slippery latex fingers against his cock, wrapping around him and polishing him with lube. Another hand went underneath, cradling him and greasing him down. Just as he moaned, two more frictionless latex gloves pressed against his shoulders, beginning to massage them. As he marveled at the two slender ghostly hands pumping him up to capacity, 2 more pairs approached, one pair going to each of his thighs. Now another four gloves at his back. Now two more pairs at his calves. More slippery fingers sliding up and down his forearms.

Derek moaned louder now, his body convulsing involuntarily as teasing fingers danced over every sensitive area. Strong, immovable gloves had their fingers clamped around his ankles and wrists, and even though he could slip around inside them he couldn't break free.

Not that he wanted to. Lube covered thumbs glided over his rigid nipples. His thighs, calves, and back were being worked over by expert latex fingers. He was being pumped faster and faster, his engorged cock now inflated to full capacity. Gloves squeezed and played with his ass, sometimes roughly grabbing a cheek, sometimes sweeping in closer and closer to Derek's obvious taboo. He'd been going along with everything, but he cringed when a latex finger tried to work its way into him.

"Relax," said the glove. "It'll feel good, I promise." Derek made a worried sound and tried to look behind him at the intruder, but another glove pulled his chin to face forward. "Listen, boy. Do you like what you're feeling now?" Outside of some traffic trying to go up his one way street, he loved it—but he knew better than to say that. They were looking for a yes or no, and a 'no' risked the possibility of every wonderful slippery latex finger ceasing in that moment.

It was idiotic. He accepted the fact that he could be picked up, thrown into a wall and sucked off by nothing more than ghostly empty clothes...he could be their pet and comply with their every command with no second thoughts...but he couldn't handle some advanced assplay? It was time to be brave. Derek finally nodded. It was delayed, but delivered with convincing enthusiasm.

"Then that's all you should be worrying about, boy." Derek felt his cheeks spread by two gloves, and heard the squirt of the lube bottle. He gasped when the cool lube hit his opening, but when a lubed finger slowly slid into him, he went completely silent. "It'll feel a little strange at first," the glove said, muffled, "But once I find what I'm looking for, all this wonderful teasing is going to be amplified by a thousand."

It didn't hurt, but it was a pretty alien feeling. Luckily Derek had other things to focus on, like the lubricated gloves tweaking his nipples and grabbing his pecs. The latex finger sliding up his ass didn't have any negative effect on his erection, and just as the sensation was about to slip into all the other wonderful hands sliding, prodding and teasing all over his skin...

He shuddered, emitting an otherworldly sound to match the outrageous sexual pulse that just fired from deep within him. Feminine squeals and shouts of encouragement came from the gloves.

"That's it, baby!"

"Yeah, do you like it?"

"Just wait until you come...we're going to shake the house down!"

Derek didn't have the presence of mind to answer. As the well lubricated latex gently played against the wall of his prostate, he clinched and sputtered and moaned.

"I think he wants more," the muffled glove behind him said. He felt something thin and slippery squeeze between his tight ass and the finger already inside it. "Ready for this, Derek?" Suddenly, he felt something bulge inside him. It only took him a second to realize that another lubed finger swelled in his ass. He was jittery now, ready to explode. His prostate had never gotten such direct attention before, and he was already hard and waiting for release from the moment the nurse's outfit woke him up.

"More, more..." Derek managed, his eyes rolling back as he shook with uncontrollable pleasure.

"That's it, my little sex scout," The nurse's outfit said. "I like a man who can handle a new experience." Derek came back into focus, looking at the outfit. The unlubed latex gloves were hiking up the tight white skirt, pulling it up and over the hose garters. Once the skirt was pulled up all the way, Derek saw that the garters were attached to a white garter belt, pulled just over a matching pair of crotchless white satin panties. "I want you to come into me." The outfit turned around, showing Derek the wedgie the panties made between the tight invisible cheeks. The outfit bent at the hip, tightening the panties around the unseen curves.

Derek's body began to rotate upright, and every glove followed the motion smoothly, continuing their dancing fingers without a pause. The entire nurse's ensemble hovered back toward him, lifting and spreading its legs as they presented an invisible wiggling ass. Derek's already impossibly hard cock jumped at the sight, even as it was pumped by the shining disembodied latex hand.




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

- - - - -

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

- - - - -

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.




Couture Capture Ch. 03



He felt something against the tip of his own cock, something soft, wet and velvety. When the sensation came a second time, it was a lasting fire at the tip of his prick, and he refocused on the phantom cock sliding side to side, teasing Jackie. When the condom moved, Derek's member did the same, but what was happening wasn't completely clear to him until the magic condom burrowed itself into Jackie.

"Ohhhh, YEAH! FUCK ME, DEREK!" The hollow latex bubble filled Jackie slowly and rhythmically. Derek's own cock was compressed by invisible flesh as the familiar feeling of an emulated pussy surrounded him, teasing away at the same pace the haunted condom fucked Jackie.

"That's amaaaazing," Derek moaned. The anxiety was drained from him now as he gave in entirely, watching himself manipulated by an invisible pussy as an equally invisible member penetrated his girlfriend. The leather glove slipped over his shoulder and worked its fingers through Derek's hair.

"It gets better, Derek." A sultry laugh dissipated into a wail of pleasure from Jackie.

Jackie stopped pulling at the twisted sheets beneath her. Her arms sprang off the bed as she reached out for the body of the invisible lover throbbing inside her.

Derek gasped. He felt arms wrap around his back and grasp him. Below him, Jackie's arms seemed to rest against an invisible form. With the realization of the full effect, Derek reached his own hand out in front of him to see if it worked both ways. Before he made contact with anything, he felt something grip his wrist and pull his arm up. The other followed behind it.

"Let us do everything, Derek. Just enjoy." On the door, the pink sash of Jackie's silk robe danced out of its loops while the robe remained lifeless on its hook. The sash wrapped itself around Derek's wrists once and coiled its ends down his arm. Tying was unnecessary; dynamic constriction was much more fun.

The leather glove playing with Jackie floated back up to Derek, tracing around his torso. The glove in Derek's hair joined it, and his cock stiffened harder inside the magic pussy when ten leather fingers dug into his pecs.

Jackie's hands worked their way down the invisible form before her, and Derek felt her displaced hands grabbing his ass and pulling him against her body more urgently with every thrust. Carefree laughter spilled from Jackie's lips as the disembodied cock inside her lit up every nerve.

"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come, Derek. Fuck me HARD!"

But it wasn't up to him. He felt his body pushed and pulled against soft invisible flesh as he hung suspended in the middle of the room, his arms held over his head by the silky constricting sash. The leather gloves teased his nipples and stroked his chest. His thrusting shifted gears, sliding him in and out of the magic pussy faster, driving him in deeper with every stroke.

Derek was panting like a dog now. Jackie's squeals and shrieks sang imminent orgiastic release as the pair each fucked the ethereal form of the other. Derek could feel the orgasm building in him, ready to erupt.

"Do it, Derek. Make her release." The gloves twisted his nipples, and the magic hands at his backside grabbed his ass tightly, pulling him in for the final thrust. Derek came, letting out a quiet but triumphant moan as his cock pumped into the warmth of the invisible body. Derek's ejaculation sent Jackie into sexual nirvana, and the ghostly hands moved up his back, scratching him as he sounded with the sweet agony of release.

Derek lost himself in the sensation for a few moments, the caresses over his skin turning softer and gentler again as pleasure washed over his body.

He opened his eyes again when the invisible hips pulled away from him, leaving no sign of any fluid outside the slickness. As Derek's glistening cock slowly softened, the arms around him fell away as Jackie's own arms slumped back onto the bed. Jackie sighed, still lost in sleep.

"You trust us, Derek." He was still reeling from the ground-shaking orgasm when he heard the tender voice. It seemed different than any other time it had spoken to him. "I think you're ready for more."

"Wh—what do you mean?" Derek's whisper was almost sub-vocal. He wasn't sure if he should ask.

"I'll show you tomorrow. For now, get some sleep." The sash loosened up and slithered down one of Derek's arms, sliding around his torso as he turned over and floated back toward the bed. He watched as the condom—still filled out to his shape—hovered over to the door of the bedroom. The silk sash followed to the door and threaded itself through the loops, at which point the robe came off its hook and billowed up with Jackie's shape. He heard giggling from down the hall as the robe followed the disembodied latex phallus out of the bedroom. "Sleep, Derek," The voice said again--the fingers of the leather gloves gently working themselves over his shoulders.

Just before he fell asleep, he felt a glove tousling his hair again. It felt so familiar to him, so gentle. It felt like something Jackie would do.



Couture Capture Ch. 04



Last chapter, gang. Thanks for reading.

* * *

 Sixty hours ago

"I won't be home until late," Jackie said. Derek's eyes blinked open, expecting to see floating gloves or pajama sleeves. "My uniforms are in the dryer. Be a dear and hang them up for me when they're done?" He smiled and nodded. It was really nice to see her beautiful face first thing in the morning, especially after their experience the night before—even if Jackie couldn't consciously remember it.

"No problem, babe. They'll all be hung up." Like he'd have anything to do with it. As soon as they were done, they'd probably leap out of the dryer themselves and start playing exam patient with Derek. Jackie was ready for work and about to walk out the door, but he didn't care. Regardless of the futility of his plans, he was going to go back to sleep.

Jackie turned back to look at Derek, who was already fluttering back to sleep. "I love you very much, Derek." He smiled wide, never lifting his head of opening his eyes.

"Love you too," he murmured.

After she left, not only was he able to get back to sleep, but he slept longer than he expected—longer than he had in the past month. When he woke up, he did so on his own, alone.

"Hey, wow." He blinked and looked around. No clothes. No gloves. No sashes, ropes, or furniture sliding around on its own. He wanted to make it a point to be heard. "Kinda nice to sleep in. I appreciate it."

No disembodied voices answered. No drawers shuffled open. No sleep clothes or lingerie to greet him. The closet door was closed, and it stayed that way. It was a less comforting situation than he would have expected.

"Hey, um—anyone?" He snickered at himself. He was so trained that he was actually calling out to them—to do what? Get him out of bed? Dress him? Did last night's events have anything to do with it? "I get it—we're playing 'surprise the fuck out of Derek when he stops expecting it.' Okay." He sat up and swung himself out of bed, standing up and stretching.

Oh, standing up and stretching. Standing up. On his feet. Against the floor. He threw some boxers on and grabbed his robe, hanging on the hook on the closet door. Every move he made, he expected them—but nothing happened. He took a piss. He washed his face. He walked downstairs. Silence all the way.

It was a test, maybe? Jackie had asked him to hang up her uniforms. They were certainly dry now, and probably needed fluffing—it was nearly 10AM.

When he got to the laundry room, he looked through the dryer's glass door. It was empty, but there was something inside with—writing on it?

Derek, Five days worth of clothes and whatever toiletries you need in a suitcase, please. You can ask us what they're for once you're done. Love, You know who

For a minute, he wanted to refuse. He wanted to shout expletives against his walls and tell them that if they wanted a suitcase packed, it was obvious they could do it themselves. It wasn't compliance or subservience that made him think twice, though—it was knowing that he could only have the information he wanted if he dropped everything he was feeling, took the note out of the dryer, and went to look for his suitcase.

"You got it," he said, shrugging. They were probably watching him right now, listening to his momentary inner tantrum subside from rational motivation. He wondered if they appreciated their own effects on him, if they got a kick out of it.

When he returned to the staircase, his suitcase was already waiting for him. It hovered, empty, over the stairs, the unzipped top flopping down and nearly touching them.

"Lead the way," Derek said. "I'm right behind you." The suitcase began hovering up the stairs, and Derek followed. "I don't expect that you'll be giving me clues in proportion to how done my chore is." Nothing. He entered the bedroom behind his suitcase, which simply hovered in the middle of the room.

Derek approached a dresser, and he was pushed back toward the bed.

"Hey, come on. If you're not going to talk to me until I follow your directions, then let me--" Another shove. Now he fell back and landed on the bed. "Well, if you're not going to--"

His sock drawer popped open. It shut him up. He tried to stand, but invisible hands held his shoulders in place. His face was turning red, but he refused to let himself snap.

"You're making me nervous, you know. This isn't fair."

"Five days, Derek. Just tell us what you need." First words he heard from the voice. Now he understood.

"Not cool," He said, tensing up a little after he did. When he didn't get a response, it only made him more nervous. "Four pairs of white socks, one pair of dark socks." The items hovered out in a line, flying over to the suitcase. "Three pairs of boxer briefs, two pairs of boxers." Another drawer opened, and the items slid themselves into a pouch. "Pair of jeans, two pairs of canvas shorts, pair of athletic shorts." More shuffling drawers. More hovering clothes to fill the suitcase. "Four t-shirts, one of them white. Short-sleeve button-down. The light one I wear to the beach—I assume you know what I'm talking about." As the closet opened, Derek finished his list. "One dress shirt, one suit, dark red patterned tie, black tie, dress shoes. Black leather belt."

He didn't know where he was going. Since he knew he wasn't going to have any of his questions answered until he finished, he simply packed the standard "out-of-town event" suitcase.

"Shaving kit, deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste." Derek thought for a second. "You can decide if I'll need anything else—you've seen me get ready every day. I don't want to pack anything you're going to have for me." Maybe it would clue him in as to what it was planning.

No dice. The items gathered themselves and hovered into the pack, the toothbrush and toothpaste dropping themselves into a plastic bag first.

"That's it," Derek said. Five days worth of packing. The suitcase zipped itself closed, and hovered back toward the door. Derek still couldn't stand up. "Okay, so now I get to ask what this is all about, right?"

"This is about your decision," said a voice in the closet. The pink robe fluttered out with its matching camisole, panties and sheer white stockings. "You wanted to stay with us, remember?"

"I wanted to stay with Jackie," Derek said, watching the robed outfit walk toward him. "Why aren't you letting me up?"

"Try and listen, hon—and think about what you say before you say it. You chose us—twice."

"Twice?"

"You could have stopped all of this. That decision was yours to make. You were given the option, but you didn't want us to stop. That was...really encouraging." Derek's face dropped, and the robed outfit came closer—one of its sleeve reaching out toward his face. "No, darling, don't feel guilty about it. We were all so happy—so excited that you wanted us to be a part of your life." But that wasn't all. Derek knew he'd taken it a step farther—and he was even warned. "And you've come inside us."

Think twice about the kind of power you're firing into it. Is this what he'd been warned about? Had this silly technicality with an invisible pussy (as opposed—apparently—to an invisible hand or mouth, an animated glove, or a magic condom squeezing him off) been some kind of promise?

"You make me come all the time."

"You touched us—the way we touch you." And there was a dreamy sincerity in the voice there that made his hair stand on end. He was warned.

"I did?"

"You made us realize where you need to be, Derek." The suitcase, the talk, the justifications, the decision Derek made—now he could only thing of one word: binding.

"I need to be with Jackie," he protested.

"You've made your decision, sweetie." The hands keeping him in place disappeared, and as the robed outfit leaned toward him on the bed, he slid away and stood up.

"You need to tell me what's going on now," Derek said to the outfit, turning to it as he backed toward the door. "Please. You said you realize where I need to be. Where is that?"

"I can't explain it right now," the outfit said, "but it's going to take a few days, and you're going to have to trust us like you never have before." Derek kept backing away, slowly.

"See, right now I don't trust you," Derek said, "And I think that I've been a damn good sport about everything you do with me." The bedroom door slammed and locked just as he approached it. He wasn't exactly surprised.

"You've been wonderful," The outfit said, approaching him again. "This time, though, we've got to take a few precautions that might seem—drastic. You have my promise, though, Derek. You will not be harmed in any way."

Black satin rushed over his face, and his robe pulled his arms behind his back. He managed a muffled 'no' before the fabric bunched itself up in his mouth, gagging him. The hem of the fabric pulled away from his nostrils to give him unrestricted air flow, but his mouth was stuffed. A sleep mask wrapped its strap around his head and slid down over his eyes.

He felt something sliding around his feet. Despite his kicking, the garment found his toes and slid around his ankles, holding them in place as he felt denim slide up his legs, over his boxers.

Once he stopped making muffled sounds, the voice spoke.

"The gag is coming out now that you've calmed down," it said. "Cooperate, and it's the only time we'll have to do it. Understand?" Derek nodded. The wad came out of his mouth and flew away from him. "For now, one question. Push the envelope, and I don't answer it."

"You're really going to take me from my home?"

"We are, Derek. Nothing about the next couple of days is going to make a lot of sense to you, and there's not a bit I can do about it." Derek felt his robe begin to slide off his shoulders. "Comfortable t-shirt, Derek—what's your favorite one?"

"Um—red. Scary looking little cartoon rodent on it." He heard a drawer slide open, and as the robe slid off his arms, soft cotton pulled over them. Derek tried bringing one of his hands up to his face, but once the t-shirt was on, he felt hands grab his wrists and hold them out if front of him. "Is this really necessary?"

"100% precaution, Derek. I'm following orders." He felt something silky snake around his wrists and over his hands. A sash, tying him up.

"I'd love to know how someone without a body is going to get away with transporting a blindfolded captive," he let out a nervous laugh.

"Are you kidding, Derek? You have a garage."

"Yeah, but—how far are you going to get in my sedan before someone realizes: 'Hey, no one's driving!'" Magic clothes. Invisible hands. Dozens of voices at once. Who was he kidding? These were all silly human objections from a limited human perspective. He had no idea what they could do.

"We're not taking your car, Derek. We're taking mine."

"You--" He felt a finger against his lips. Did that mean-- "You have a--"

"No more talk, Derek. I've already been lenient. I'd like to believe I can take you into your garage and get you into my vehicle without needing this--" Derek felt moist fabric against his lips. It was the makeshift gag from before. "Justify my trust in you, and I'll give you more information."

He shut up. He felt himself moving through the house, back downstairs, toward the kitchen. They were doing it. They were taking him away—to where? And what about Jackie?

"You can't do this to me," Derek protested in a tone far stronger than he expected to muster. "It's not right, and what is Jackie going to--" Stuffed. As if it had been inches away from his lips the whole time, waiting for him to talk. Once it was in, he stopped making noise. He already knew he'd fucked up.

"I see the remorse, baby," A voice said. "Don't worry—I understand why you can't help yourself from snapping. I do understand. But I need to take precautions, too." He felt a hand on his face. He dared not turn from it, but he tried not to show any relief either. Which was probably worthless. He didn't want to admit it, but those last words—and the touch—were more reassuring than any captor's should be. "You've come so far now—we can't let anything get in the way. Trust us for a few days—just trust us, and I promise you'll be so much happier than you could have ever imagined."

He knew it was pointless to put up a physical fight, but he also didn't want to be comforted by the force taking him away. They could read his thoughts anyway, right? So be it. He wouldn't think about the clothes, the last four weeks, his eventual destination, attempting escape, or defying his captors. He wouldn't curse the magic clothes, his situation, or his own decisions. He would only think of Jackie.

The present

The setting sun was just under the horizon now, painting the sky warm in every direction on the calm sea. Derek hovered in the main suite, naked, pleased by the invisible force.

"Derek—why did you choose us?" What a question to be asked right now. How is it that important questions always came with scores of lubed gloves or incredible invisible fellatio? He knew he had to answer, regardless of his state of mind.

"I chose you because—you were Jackie's clothes," Derek groaned. "That mesh-shirt outfit was—damn hot—and super mysterious, but even through all of the intense magic you've shown me, Jackie's been the most important thing." No point in holding back. "You should know that by now. You know how angry I was when you took me away."

"I do know, Derek. But do you trust us now?" No tongue that can do things like this should ever be trusted—visible or invisible...

"I want to. You have to understand that I really want to. You've shown me experiences I couldn't have imagined in a dream, and for as many times as you've acted against my will, you've never hurt me, ever," he emphasized, "but Jackie's the only thing you totally refuse to talk about. It makes me nervous."

The tongue stopped swirling, the lips stopped sucking—but he wasn't released.

"Derek," the voice sounded serious. "We haven't hurt Jackie; we haven't done anything against Jackie's will—at all; and we've even given you a promise that she's not worried about you."

"But how is that possible?" Derek asked. "Why can't you just--" The mouth on his cock started up again, half the speed but double the pressure. Ten times the intensity.

"How is this possible, Derek? A force you can't see? A force you can only touch when it wants you to? How can you feel so relaxed being pleasured by this unnameable force? How could you have chosen--have consciously CHOSEN--to be in a house where this force enchants all your girlfriend's belongings? You had the opportunity to banish it, and you refused. How is that possible?" This wasn't a rhetorical question, because it had an answer that Derek kept returning to, no matter how little he wanted to admit it.

"Because I--trust you." Just as the words came out of his mouth, the lips around him detached, replaced by a soft hand.

"You've only got to trust me once more, Derek," came a whisper, "but it's more than I've ever asked."

It wasn't resignation. It wasn't a sense of futility. He was pretty sure it wasn't Stockholm. You've only got to trust me once more. Tautologically—it was because he trusted them that he trusted he'd only have to do it once more.

"Anything," Derek said, nearly sure he meant the word.

"I want to make love to you out there." And as the sentence flooded his ears, his weightless body was already drifting to the door of the cabin.

"You mean—on the deck."

"I mean...I want to go for a ride, fly-boy!" Just as his naked body sailed out the door, Derek felt a pair of invisible thighs straddle his midsection. His body lifted off, ten, twenty, fifty feet over the boat.

Twelve hours ago

Derek had a dream about Jackie the night before. They were both in their bedroom, snuggling between she sheets. Derek remembered looking around the room and seeing things floating astray of dressers and nightstands, furniture lifting off the ground, and even himself and Jackie lifting into the air.

In his dream, Derek reacted the way he would've before Jackie's clothes started moving around on their own. He started shouting for Jackie to wake up, bellowing about gravity being gone, worrying about what would happen to the house, yelling about not daring to go outside—and Jackie, radiant, glowing, eyes fluttering out of sleep, said the most unforgettable thing.

"Let it happen, Derek." Even in mid-air, she was able to pounce on him like a cat—like she always did. She laughed as their bodies spun in mid-air, and—Derek woke up.

Well, "woke up". He wasn't even that sure about his state of mind anymore. He'd been kept in darkness for quite a while. When all of this first started happening, he thought he was going to go nuts. If this kidnapping had been their plan all along, then they held off for a few weeks.

It was the outfit that started it. The tight black mesh shirt with painted-on jeans beneath it. For all he knew, Jackie had it for months. It could've been planning meticulously with the house and the rest of the clothes until they had the perfect plan.

But what was the plan? Clues. Hazier since the blackout and the kidnapping.

That dream, though—let it happen, Derek. No. That's what they want, right? Five days. They told him he'd have to trust them, and he was told to pack a suitcase for five days. He was on day three, and they'd been cycling him in and out of outfits, feeding him, taking care of bathroom breaks—all in darkness.

Derek made up his mind.

Let it happen, Derek? Fine, then. No more resistance. They said five days. They've never really lied to you. Just flow with it. Let it happen, Derek? Alrighty, brainbox; whatever you say, subconscious. From here until the end of day five, I give the clothes the chance I gave them when I made the decision to keep them around. I flow with it.

But he wouldn't be kept in darkness for two more days. This evening, he'd be on the sea, and he'd see the dusk in a way no human had ever seen it before.

The present

"We're—we're...!" Wild laughter from in front of him, and he felt something slick grind against the underside of his shaft. He groaned.

"Louder!" The voice demanded. "Let it all out, Derek—you're flying!" The invisible hips pushed against his own, and the underside of his shaft was coated with unseen slickness again. Fingers dug into his pecs. His arms were pulled up over his head, wrists held together by invisible force.

"I'm fucking flying!" Derek shouted, bellowing a laugh. When it slowed, he felt the warmth of an invisible body pressing against his own. A whisper sang softly in his ears as the invisible hips shifted once more—lower, lower...

"No," the voice said, pulling its invisible pussy closer and closer to Derek's tip. When his cock jumped in response, one well-aimed thrust was all it took to put him completely inside. "Now you're fucking-flying." Derek let out a low shudder, tipping his head back as the magic swallowed him up. He was bathed in warm pacific air, pink-red glow, and the most amazing rush of sensation he'd ever felt. She made him tumble over and under, thrusting herself against him as they sailed through the air.

Derek caught sight of the boat twice, but he wasn't even looking for it anymore. He let go of the thought and let the wind, the lust, and the adrenaline rush through him as he fucked this invisible form over the open water on what seemed like a roller coaster made of air.

There was no question in his mind now: this force meant him no harm--it wanted him to explore the limits of unmitigated pleasure.

He only wished Jackie was there to experience it with him. If she were at his side, it wouldn't matter if they made love in their bed, or hundreds of feet in the air. He wouldn't care if they were alone, or if a dozen of her outfits participated. Magic, no magic--Jackie was the only thing that could make this better.




Couture Capture Ch. 04



His arms were released, and his body turned vertical. He could see his cock shifting in and out of the invisible pussy, hard and compressed by tight unseen walls.

"Hold me, Derek. Hold me close to you." She moved faster as he held his arms out in front of him and curled them up. His forearms and palms found soft invisible skin, smooth as glass, with soft curves he couldn't see. He pulled the invisible body closer, wrapping his arms around it. A shudder came out, a beautiful little sound of surrender that perked Derek's dick when he heard it.

Jackie did the same thing when she was close to orgasm. Derek didn't say a word about the similarity; nothing needed to be said. He held the warm unseen form, tightening his grip around invisible shoulders.

"Fuck me, Derek—make me come." The words were soft and sweet in contrast to the wind rushing around his face. He could feel lips at his cheek, mouthing the words before they became audible. "make me come...make me come, make me come. Make-me-come-make-me-come!"

Derek threw his hips faster, closing his eyes and feeling the rush as the lips navigated their way to his. A wild tongue invaded his mouth, and the two bodies spun round so that Derek topped the invisible force now, bucking against the soft transparent form. He opened his eyes to see the water far below, rushing under him at an incredible rate. He heard a giggle despite the fact that his lips were still locked in play with hers.

"Didn't I tell you it would be amazing?" The voice asked, laughing and panting through the words. "Ride me hard..." He felt his arms pulled away from the form. Something grabbed his wrists and placed his hands in front of him, slowly lowering his palms over firm, invisible breasts.

When his fingers contracted in response, the hands on his wrists let go, allowing him to grope and squeeze at will. Derek bellowed another laugh and closed his eyes again, rocking and caressing the invisible body under him as he shot higher and higher into the sky.

"Fasterrrr..." The voice moaned. Derek felt a quickening building within him, the rush of sex in free-flight finally catching up with his body. The sounds of pleasure from his unseen partner came louder and more frequently, and Derek could feel her hips—hungry, grinding against his own, begging for release. "Faster...faster...faster!" Still shooting skyward, the pair approached a ceiling of low-laying clouds. The moisture in the air thickened around them as they passed through the red twilight diffusing through it, but there was only one thing on Derek's mind now.

She sang. Louder than the wind rushing around him, louder than his own grunts and moans. It seemed to liquefy him...to make everything around him slow and fluid and...

As the magic body against him reached crescendo, Derek followed in kind. His arms were shoved aside, and he felt warm flesh against his torso again as she latched onto him with invisible arms. The nails in his back pulling him greedily into her body made him erupt in a way he'd never felt. The two went into a spin. As they sailed in directions Derek's equilibrium couldn't comprehend, the dimming red glow in the cloud became brighter.

Faster. Brighter. Surrender.

The first stars were visible from the bow of the drifting Yacht now, but there was no one on the ship to see them. Derek and his unseen captor were no longer there—on the vessel, in the sky, or even in the clouds...

Time is unbounded

Warmth. Comfort. Not the words—just ideas, feelings. Was he dreaming?

He didn't have a sense of self. He couldn't see his own body, but from the darkness came forms he recognized. House. Bedroom. Dresser. Bed. Sheets.

Jackie. He could see Jackie, sleeping alone in their bed.

She looked like an angel. Hair framing her beautiful face, lips curled just slightly into a contented smile, eyes dodging beneath closed eyelids. She was dreaming.

Dreaming. The thought occurred again. Was he dreaming? He went back through the forms again, trying to recall. Sheets. Bedroom. House. Comfort. Warmth. Surrender.

Surrender. Just before this, Derek was making love, but in what--

Clouds.

Wind. Water. Soft, dancing hips and tracing fingers and...

Jackie again, dreaming away in bed. Derek didn't understand why or how he came to be here, but he wanted to touch her. He needed to feel her body again, to tell her that he was there with her—home and safe with her. How could he do any of those things without a body?

Try, said a voice. His lens shifted, darting around the room, searching the corners—then back to Jackie. Old habits, the voice giggled. Don't look, Derek. Touch.

He could see every detail of her perfect face, the outline of her gorgeous body beneath the satin sheet and the blanket half-covering her. He was drawn to her collarbones, just where the hem of the sheet met, and--

It moved! The sheet pulled back just slightly before coming to rest again. Did he...

You've got it, the voice said. Stop trying to rationalize it and touch her, With focus on the sheet again, the hem began curling back over Jackie's body. It lifted itself up and over her breasts, the sight of which triggered more impulses. The beautiful teardrop shapes, peaking with rose-colored nipples that he just wanted to--

Jackie stirred, letting out a moan as she shifted her body. Her back arched just slightly, almost as if she was holding herself out to him.

"You don't know how much I've missed you." He said it, and he heard it—just like he'd heard Jackie stirring. He could speak. "How much I've wanted to touch you." Just then, Jackie's breasts began moving on their own, squeezed and compressed with the force of invisible hands gently curling around them. Jackie cooed while he massaged her, sucking air through her pursed lips when her nipples danced and shrugged by the direction of Derek's invisible fingers.

Jackie's eyes blinked. Was she—waking up? Derek panicked for a second, unsure of what to do.

Relax, the voice said. There's nothing for you to worry about. Jackie's eyes slowly fluttered open, and a smile went wide across her face. Despite Derek's unexplained incorporeal form, it almost seemed like she was looking directly at him.

"You're here now," Jackie said. "You don't need to worry about anything ever again." A tear rolled down her face. She was looking at him.

More warmth. Overwhelming happiness. Contentment. He could feel it radiating off of her. Despite his confusion, her levity was contagious. He couldn't help but feel happy.

"But what am I, Jackie?" his own laugh, echoing in the dim room with her. "Why can't I see myself?"

"Your body is dispersed, Derek. You're in the fabric of reality itself." He should've been nervous. Scared. But he wasn't. He could only feel her. Warm. Happy. His body was dispersed? Somehow, that made sense. He could feel everything in the room, and he could see it all, but he could also focus his attention on something specific. Right now, that was Jackie.

"I'm—I'm like them?"

"Derek, take my hand." She reached out her hand. He wasn't there, but her shining eyes saw him. He clasped an invisible hand around her fingers. "You're like me." He could feel it in her. Overwhelming happiness, comfort, trust—love. This is what love feels like when there's no body to contain it.

"You mean the whole time, that was just you? All those clothes..."

"Not...exactly," Jackie said.

She comes from something greater, Derek. It was the voice all around him again.

"You mean...?" Derek asked aloud. Jackie put her finger up to her lips.

Jackie started as one of us, Derek. Just as we allowed you to join us, she was allowed to join your world.

The woman he loved wasn't even human, and now—neither was he.

Don't be so melodramatic. You're both human; you're simply more now. You're lucky, boy. Many of us choose to play in the human world, but rarely do we ever trust a human to pass the other way. But you were so willing to remove your walls...with our help, you became. Just as she believed you would.

The clothes, the directions, the capture—from keeping silence to flying out over the Pacific—it was all a prerequisite. It was Jackie's test.

No, boy. It was ours. And you passed.

Derek looked down at Jackie, her eyes closed, her fingers still held in his invisible hand. More invisible fingers brushed hair away from her face, and warm lips pressed against her own.

"I love you, Jackie." After a long kiss, she smiled wide, and another tear dropped.

"I love you too."



Just before dawn, on the pacific

"And he's still not back?" Jackie's pink panties said. "I thought he would've popped back in well before midnight."

"You've never been chained to a body," Jackie said, standing on the deck of the Yacht. The panties bobbed over to her and slid up onto the railing of the boat. They were moving slowly toward the coast as the dawn forward to breach the skyline.

"Present case excluded?" The panties asked. Jackie laughed.

"You're not chained to that pair of underwear," Jackie said. "You're occupying it. There's a difference."

"You're occupying that body," The panties wiggled back and forth.

"Well—you know it's not the same for someone like me," Jackie responded. "I've been living like them for long enough to really appreciate that not everyone can just—poof—'HEY! I'm insubstantial now, guess I'll go sail around the globe at light-speed for a while until I get bored and want my body back'." She shook her head. "Nearly three decades, trapped in the same form. Even I can't imagine what it must be like. Let him enjoy it as long as he wants."

"Is it worth the limits? It is worth being able to feel the kind of pain they feel?" The panties asked.

"Well, most of them are so frightened and tense and lonely...but they're also capable of so much. And trust me--until you're in one of these bodies, you'd never believe the ways they feel love. It's absolutely maddening." Jackie zoned out, looking out at the sunrise and smiling. "Totally worth it."

"Yeah, well—that's easy for you to say now. You brought back a partner in crime from the other side." The panties chuckled, but Jackie kept her dreamy eyes on the horizon. "Hey, I just thought of something. Is he gonna know how to—"

"Wait a second," Jackie held her hand up. "You hear that?"

She could hear him in her mind, grasping, searching for form, looking for—

"Stop the boat!" Jackie said. "Any second now, he should..." Some distance away, a barely noticeable sound grew more audible...

"YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The calm surface water carried Derek's voice well, even a couple hundred yards away. Jackie saw him splashdown and cringed, looking over at her panties.

"I suppose I could've been a little clearer about the re-association bit," She said, "but I'm gonna say that this was bound to happen the first time, no matter how I tried to explain it." The boat trolled to a stop.

"Hard to port, captain Jackie?" A sweater and skirt on the bridge shouted to her. Jackie laughed, shaking her head.

"No—that's fine. Actually, start on course again. I'll catch up." And like that, Jackie vanished, leaving a gown and shawl hovering in place where her body used to be. The gown turned to the panties.

"Belly flop?" the outfit asked. The panties swayed back and forth.

"More like a cannonball, I think," the panties replied, "but it was ass-first, so..."

"Well, at least now he has the option to leave the stinging behind." The clothes laughed.

Out in the water, Derek was wide-eyed and gasping, keeping himself up with a dog-paddle. He could see the boat in the distance, and just before he mustered a shout, he felt warm lips against his own. They weren't just any invisible lips though. This time...

"Jackie," he said as he felt his body plucked from the water. His ass and back stung, no doubt from hitting the salt water at height. "It's..."

"Of course it's me, silly. Did you have fun?" Arms wrapped around his stomach, and a body pressed against his wet, salty back as he flew toward the Yacht.

"I, uh—" he laughed. "Fuck yeah. More fun than I could've ever thought possible." A kiss on his cheek.

"That's my fly-boy. Was the landing okay?" She asked.

"The landing was very...solid." Derek reached down and rubbed the sides of his hips. Jackie laughed.

"It gets easier," Jackie laughed. Once over the rails of the yacht, Derek felt his body float down and meet the boat. "Next time, we won't have to take you to the middle of nowhere and fly you into the clouds to do it."

"Well—amazing as that was," Derek said, "why did we have to..."

"Part of the program," the panties said. "Dispersing a big fleshy body isn't exactly easy the first time it happens, even if we're helping you do it. You have to let go too—completely. If intangible force fly-fucking you naked into the clouds over an expanse of nothingness couldn't do it...well, let's just say you're lucky there wasn't an open volcano nearby."

He didn't bother standing—he let himself be set down in a sitting position despite his little jump when his reddened ass touched the hard surface. He looked around to see about a dozen other clothing items standing (or hovering) around the deck.

Fingers gripped him after he was put down, and when he looked up at his shoulder, he realized he could see them. His sight followed the arm back to a mostly dry and naked Jackie, smiling at him the same way she did the night before.

"Do you know how ecstatically happy you make me, Derek? And how absolutely in love with you I am?" He didn't have the words. He pulled his legs under him, stood up, turned around and wrapped his arms around her naked body. "Oooh, cold, cold, cold!" She squealed, hugging him back and laughing.

"Haaa, you know you like it--" Derek grinned. "You wouldn't have make the choice to have a body if you didn't." She nuzzled between his shoulder and neck, breathing in his scent with the salty air.

"That's true," she cooed, patting him on the back. "And if I hadn't, I'd have never found someone so extraordinary." The choice to have a body. The choice. Derek thought about something.

"Jackie—there's something I still don't understand," he said. "Something I didn't think to ask when I was getting a hang of my—um...my intangible legs last night."

"What is it, Derek?"

"Well, first off—you can't read my thoughts?" Jackie let go of him and put her fingers on her temples, narrowing her eyes.

"Not like this," she said, chuckling. "But intangible—it's not exactly thoughts, it's just—a sense of the environment. Same way you can move stuff in an intangible state, you can just feel emotions and reactions in the room too. Better than you can with eyes and ears that only exist in one place. But I'm sure it something you get the hang of with practice." Derek nodded.

"Like last night," Derek realized, "I felt how content you were, even before you woke up."

"It's because you trusted me," Jackie said. "Even when I wasn't there."

"Okay, so what I want to know is—that mesh-shirt outfit...I mean, what if I had ordered all the magic stuff out of the house?"

"Well," Jackie said, looking worried, "I guess from there, I would've had my own decision to make—about whether I could handle being with someone who could never really know me. Being human is a unique experience, but not being able to share myself—my true self—with the one I love?" A tear streamed down her face just thinking about it, and she pulled him into a hug. "We don't have to worry about that anymore, Derek."

"I see what you mean about the way those bodies make you feel love," The panties chuckled.

"Oh, shut up," Jackie said, looking over her shoulder and smiling.

"So what would've happened if I'd gone with the mesh-shirt outfit?" The other clothes around them snickered. Jackie patted Derek on the back.

"Then you were hers," Jackie said.

"You mean you'd have just let me go?"

"Not really 'let you go'—more like lend you to her. That was our deal. I would've visited, and I'd still most likely be in love with you—but our positions wouldn't have been the same. It would've been a moment where you chose her over me, in a way."

"And...what would she have done with me?" Derek asked. More chuckles from the clothes, and this time Jackie joined in.

"No telling, really. She has all sorts of hobbies, toys to play with, projects she's working on. Sometimes she helps simplify lives, sometimes she complicates others. Usually, for people who deserve it." Jackie sneered. "Usually."

"The sun's coming up..." The outfit on the bridge shouted to the deck.

Jackie's secret, Jackie's intangible friends in her clothes, the mesh-shirt outfit, the ultimatum—simplifying lives. Derek finally got it. "You had to make a decision about me. That's why she was there, and that's why she brought—them to the party," Derek said, gesturing at Jackie's clothes. "It was all a preparation for that decision, and then from there..."

"He's pretty smart for a guy," the panties said.

"I know," Jackie kissed Derek again, whispering, "that's why I'm keeping him forever." She faded into nothingness, and Derek hovered up off the deck and toward the cabin. "Come on, fly-boy. Lets take it inside one more time before we get close to port."

Derek laughed as he hovered over the bed in the main cabin. Invisible fingers and lips started on him, making his flesh ripple from his neck to his feet.

"Jackie—one more question?" A chorus of laughter this time—not just Jackie's.

"Sure, lover. Anything."

"Where'd you get a yacht?"