Corporate Enslavement

by Steven Drukker

  “Now now just relax little lady. I want you to lean forward for us. I won’t let you fall.” While he spoke he reached up and pulled the chain through the block letting her arms down slightly while, at the same time, the apprentice pulled up on the rope threaded through the pad eye between her feet applying pressure to the back of her neck by the neck ring. For a moment, Meredith stood in the erect posture force by her corset, legs stiff, and straight in obedience to her shackles her forearms held alongside each other with her elbows held in toward her flattened stomach. She looked like a beautiful supplicant holding her arms out in a propitiating gesture toward some deity begging for mercy in the moments before her bound sacrifice. Mercy was not in the offing.

  Then slowly answering the pull at the back of her neck, she leaned forward. Unable to bend at the waist due to the rigidity of her corset she hinged her torso forward from the hips. Since she couldn’t lower her arms held up by the chain at her manacles, her wrists rose above her bowing head and her upper arms began to cradle her head on each side. All the while she slowly tilted forward the bondage-smith gently stroked her bare cheeked bottom as she involuntarily offered her buttocks in broadening distension to the view of the apprentice pulling her down from behind. Meredith whimpered in her ongoing humiliation and helplessness as she felt the partition between her broad cheeks opening in ignominious display of the thick black phallus she held chained in her anus. Her chain cleaved vulva began to appear with the plump outer labia parting to reveal the chain held in a tenacious kiss between flaccid and pinkly glowing labia minora glistening with the dewy wetness of unsolicited sexual excitement. The darkly held secret, concealed from Meredith herself, began to appear in dread regularity as Meredith became aroused at her own helplessness and coerced exhibitionism each time she was forced to endure it. Those deeply buried desires were emerging once more while she leaned forward with her breasts beginning to sway out from her chest. As a demulcent for her anxiety and the fear of what unknown distress she might be about to suffer at the hands of the men controlling and literally bending her to their will, the bondage-smith cupped one of her breasts stroking and fondling it, hefting and gently stroking its changing shape as she approached the horizontal with her strictly corseted torso. Meredith unsuccessfully tried to move her legs apart, partially for balance and partially to avoid the fingers stroking her breast from its base to the conical tip. As her breasts began to hand pendulously from her chest assuming an increasingly coniform shape his fingers stroked and manipulated her alabaster mammaries in a milking motion as if trying to express milk. Lightly grasping the dusky surround of her large areolae he pulled down slipping his fingers to her stiffening nipples in a repeated eroticism that encouraged Meredith’s nipples to elongate and become achingly swollen until she leaned forward slightly head down with her breasts hanging from her chest and her manacled hands above her bowed head. Her head bracketed by her upper arms, for the first time she could see her legs and knew why she couldn’t spread them apart.

  Adequately positioned for her supplementary corseting Meredith stood with her legs quite straight, knees locked, offering her buttocks in helpless display by her acutely bent posture. Her breasts hung udder like from her chest and her now raised hands and bowed head held in her in another pose of presentation as if kowtowing to the unmerciful god to which she was to be sacrificed. She was the same supplicant bowing in resigned surrender to her inner desires as well as to an unmerciful lord about to accept her submission to his terrible demands.

  Left to entertain herself for some time while the bondage-smith and his apprentice saw to the adjustment and preparation of equipment for the further subordination of her mind and body to the discipline of strict corseting, Meredith studied the pattern of heavy chains linking the shackles around her ankles and thighs. Her elegant if obeisant position gave her opportunity while the men’s preoccupation gave her time to stare forlornly at her stringent hobbles. She saw clearly, how she would carry all their weight; she wasn’t too sure how she would be able to walk, much less with the dainty ladylike steps that had been mentioned earlier. She would be given lessons along with Darlene in a quickly approaching future when they were moved into the training room. It was to be the first of many hard lessons lurking in the dark corners of a dismal future. They would learn well no matter how reluctantly.

  Meredith counted the links between the steel circles locked to her ankles and the large connecting ring to which they attached. Eight. Eight on each heavy shackle raised above her ankles to prevent their swirling and snaking on the floor as she walked. A similar arrangement dangled between her knees suspended from the tightened bands around her thighs. She now could see as well as feel how they constricted her flesh indenting and clamping it in locked and inescapable inflexibility bulging above and below the heavy massive steel in pale soft contrast to the dark hardness of the shackles. It was no wonder she couldn’t bend her knees she thought as she continued to demonstrate their effectiveness by remaining leaned forward from the hips with her legs locked straight and stiffly held by her fetters. She felt the heavy padlocks resting on the taut popliteal area at the back of her knees in perpetual reminder of their irremovability. There were fewer links of the heavy chain between her hobbled thighs. They hung in a short V-shape to the large connecting ring and the descending chain between her legs that held her ankle chain off the floor. The shackles were heavy in and of themselves, but the additional weight of the chains between them was oppressive. Meredith shifted her weight from one leg to the other as if impatient to be getting on with it. She sighed audibly growing weary of her bound posture and the strain on her legs imposed by their immobilisation and the weight she was forced to bear between them. Why did the chains have to be so big and heavy she wondered.

  Wonderment turned to awe when the men fit her breasts into a figure-eight contraption beneath her chest.

  “Pull it up snug to her chest make sure she fits in it evenly all round by pulling her down through it. Stretch her up and down and to both sides until you can feel her all the way in and then just hold it there.”

  Working at each side the two men manipulated and manhandled Meredith’s breasts as if she were livestock until her breasts drooped through the twin bands of a flexible breast harness with it firmly pressed to her chest and the base of her breasts well inside the slightly snug bands. She tried to rise, but the rope from her collar tied to the pad eye between her feet kept her bent forward. She danced on her toes in futile protest shaking her head against the crude and mortifying handling of her breasts making little mewling noises of distress as the two men fit the malleable stainless steel breast harness firmly in place. Standing at her side, they worked only by feel as if ministering to a dumb animal, which Meredith resembled in her bound helplessness. Pulling and stretching her pendulous breasts coaxing their plump roundness through the matching rings while talking over her back, she surrendered her breasts to their expertise in mounting humiliation and continued helplessness.

  “Let’s just see if you got it right”, the bondage-smith intoned with a voice of experience. He reached under Meredith’s chest feeling around the ring his apprentice held to her chest fingering the slight bulge in her breast where it exuded in fleshy plumpness beneath the ring. He did the same to her breast on his side gauging the protrusion of both breasts then stroked them in turn gently urging them as far into the rings as they would fit. Finally, he gripped the areola and nipple of each in turn and while turning a knurled knob on each band stretched Meredith’s breasts down by using her nipples like drawer pulls to elongate them while the bands tightened around her breasts enough not to slip off.

  “That’s it then. Let’s fix her arms properly and stand her up for adjustment.”

  Meredith tried to move her shoulders back; she tried to move her shoulders from side to side. She couldn’t make the steel rings on her breasts fall off. They clung tenaciously making her breasts bulge beneath her chest. While she moaned weakly, frustrated by the tightened s
teel bands, a hand at the back of her head pushed her head down further between her upraised arms. She could see the thin wide steel compressing her breasts into misshapen globes that quivered and swayed slightly like fleshy baubles from her chest. They lifted her hair off her neck parting it and letting it fall between her arms and head. Her manacled wrists were pulled back behind her head, and after some fumbling at the nape of her neck the added tension on her arms remained when they released them. The pressure on her throat was not choking, but she knew her arms were held up by some connection between her manacled wrists and the back of the steel ring around her neck. The rope holding her bent over was loosed and a hand under her chin brought her to stand upright again.

  Without a word and before she properly regained her balance, the bondage-smith covered one of her breasts with a callused hand and tightened the band around it followed quickly by the other. He took a step back, gauging her bulging breasts then turned an adjuster between them bringing Meredith’s steel rounded globes closer together in the grip of the double rings. Like her corset, the tightened strictures squeezed her breasts in one place causing them to swell out in another. With a final stroking motion over the tautened white flesh extruded through the tight steel bands in firmly drawn ostentatious globes her dusky areolae dilated and distended as round and nearly as large as hockey pucks the smith nodded in satisfaction. A playful chucking of her nipples with the back of his finger made them jump to life like salients raised in the centre of her breasts surrounded by the paint splash of pigmentation capping her bulbous globes. Meredith stood in grinding humiliation at the response of her jutting stiffened nipples as she stood tall and erect, her raised arms exacerbating the already exaggerated presentation she was forced to make in corseted and breast bound attractiveness.

  “That should do,” the smith observed more to himself than the strictly restrained Meredith. He turned to the young apprentice, “See the result we want? Nice and well rounded, but not to the point of discoloration. Makes for a proper exhibition-high and prominent they are-drawing them together adds just the right touch of jut and thrust we look for without unnecessary distortion. They can’t possibly shake the clamps off or not hold their breasts out correctly. Makes ‘em quite pretty don’t you think?”

  Meredith didn’t know if he were speaking of her jutting and thrusting breasts or in general terms of the girls he prepared for training.

  “Feel the tension and remember the shape. They’re all different, but they always become more sensitised and responsive to just a wee bit of stimulation. Go ahead see for yourself.”

  Meredith cringed as the youngster approached taking a tiny chain arrested step backward with one foot. She shook her head as his fingers played over the tensioned globes of her helplessly offered breasts whining in embarrassment as her nipples lengthened and swelled in aching tumescence at his unwanted touch.

  “Right then, we’ll just get ‘em finished up and they can be on their merry way. I’ll get the little blond dolly and you finish this one up.”

  The senior smith disappeared from view and the young apprentice stepped to the bench. Meredith couldn’t see what he had in his hand until she was presented with a bright red rubber ball-gag and its dangling black leather strap. Meredith compressed her lips and lowered her head, but the boy took her jaw in a strong grip raising her head and holding the large ball at her tightly clamped lips.

  “Open for it.”

  Meredith tried to turn her head keeping her mouth firmly closed but the grip on her jaw grew tighter, and her head tilted back a little more in his grip.

  “Open for it,” he repeated, pressing the ball firmly to her tightly drawn lips.

  Meredith resisted like a virgin resisting rape but his tenacious grasp and the persistent pressure of the ball to her lips led to an inevitable softening and parting of her lips in a passionless kiss. The ball touched her teeth.

  “Open,” he insisted. Meredith knew he could lower her jaw and cram the ball into her mouth, but he wanted her to accept it in recognition of his authority over her. She continued to resist but began to lose the internal struggle as he pressed her to obey him. She opened her mouth partially. The ball gained small purchase between her teeth.

  “Wider.”

  With a diminishing will to resist and in despair at his persistence Meredith opened her mouth admitting the ball between her teeth. The malleable rubber could easily have been pushed into her mouth, but in a perverse power struggle between an eighteen-year-old boy and a mature woman in her mid-thirties, he insisted she capitulate to his instructions.

  “Wider.”

  He did not increase the pressure, but held the ball only poised between her teeth. Meredith gnawed at the ball pushing against it with her tongue in a useless attempt to dislodge it. There was no going back; she struggled briefly and then with a whimper of defeat she opened her mouth as wide as she could in utter surrender to the apprentice, moaning as if relaxing and parting her clenched thighs for an insistent lover. She moaned again as the ball seated behind her teeth having permitted its insertion in obedience to the apprentice. Meredith shivered in the same way she did when initially penetrated between her legs by the long hardness of a lover.

  “Mmmmm!”

  The apprentice stood very close reaching behind her head to buckle the gag strap. Her nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of his shirt and his fingers at the nape of her neck, as he worked by feel under her hair, made her spine tingle. He pulled the strap tight; slightly indenting her cheeks, pulling the corners of her mouth back, and holding the ball firmly wedged in her open but gagged mouth. Her lips embraced its smoothly rounded bulk in an openly passionate kiss surrounding its red bulge in voluptuous fullness.

  “Mmmmm!”

  “She doesn’t like that gag much,” said the apprentice as the bondage-smith brought Darlene in tow to stand next to the groaning Meredith.

  “She likes it fine laddie. Look at her flush, and see how hard her nipples are? Look here,” he pointed to Meredith’s shaved vulva. She’s gushing between her legs.

  “Mmmmm!”

  It was all Meredith could do to stand still; her inner thighs glistened with the slickness of her excitement. She wanted desperately to gyrate her hips to move the chain splitting her labia against the erecting nub of her clitoris. She felt as if she were liquefying between her legs. She had never been so wet.

  “You have to remember how these two were brought to heel. Buggerin’ themselves they were while we all watched them get off. No she’s quite excited by her situation. When you gagged her, it just brought it all together for her. Triggered her response to being bound it did. She can’t control it. It’s out of her hands. It’s one of the first lessons they learn here. Now let’s get ‘em on their way to the second.”

  Meredith couldn’t listen to their soft conversation, had she not been so distracted by her acute state of arousal, she wouldn’t have been able to disagree with what they said however. She might have denied it, but her obvious responsiveness was unavoidably displayed as flagrantly as her corseted and shackled nudity. She felt Darlene’s arm touching hers.

  She looked down at Darlene’s generous breasts bulging in steel ringed flamboyance from her chest. Her lissom waist made smaller by her corseting accented and exaggerated her mammaries in near laughable abundance on her proportionally small frame. She was freakishly displayed, as Meredith realised she must also be. The essays of distress scribbled on their features as they stood side by side under the duress of strict corseting and the concomitant shackles, chains and breast binders made them all the more beautiful in spite of the gross exaggeration of figure and form they helplessly presented. A repeated aesthetic of feminine roundness appeared like a visual theme presented by their nakedness. Bright red balls bulged from dilated lips, the fleshy orbs of their breasts elevated and offered to view in protuberant and severely tensioned constriction beneath the softly rounded pillars of their upper arms raised beside their heads acted as visual counterpoint
to the sharp point of their elbows held up and forward by their manacled wrists secured in revealing tension to the back of their neck rings. Beneath the tightly drawn black swathe of their corsets, their hips jutted in rounded ledge-like fullness melding into the cheeky rearward thrust and exhibition of the pale expanse of their buttocks riven by a black phallus dilating their anuses. The corset shaped roundness of their bellies in smooth white concupiscence brought the eye to the gentle protrusion of clean-shaven pubic mounds and the equally denuded labium divided by the entry of their sex and the chain buried in their soft moist vaginas. Darlene and Meredith were prepared for a trip to the learning centre.

  Yet another heavy chain was used to coffle them one behind the other with Meredith at the rear. The walk to the training centre was sheer hell. With the strain on their bodies clearly reflected in their eyes and written in large strokes of agony across their faces they struggled together in their mutually nude patency racked by the exertion to move in their restraints while urged to do so by their escorts’ ceaseless whipping of their exposed buttocks and legs. For more than two dozen paces their progress was a painful shambles. Ultimately they accustomed themselves to the stiff-legged gait demanded by the heavy double hobbles they wore and as if on tiptoe, they were able to move in a quick stilted step like a pair of wooden soldiers. Their legs ached and burned from the rigidly enforced stiffening of their knees and the burdensome weight of the chains arresting the length of their pace at their constricted thighs while snubbing their ankles as well. The agony of their quick strut was made the more tormenting by the shallow breaths allowed by their corseting and the mouth filling gags that permitted them to breathe only through their noses. Tears steamed down their cheeks, they were nearly frothing at the mouth drooling and slobbering around the ball-gags strapped in their mouths desperately trying to suck in more air for their starved lungs all the time being rectally riven by the stalwart phalluses working back and forth between the incessant jiggle and quiver of their undulating bottom cheeks.