Mina stared across the slack folds, her mouth dry as the leash was removed and hands pushed her forward, in a trance, fixated only on the sight. It would be the last thing she saw without the obscuring eyepieces of the hood, and she intended to commit every detail to memory.
Taken to the table she was roughly bent over, her body refusing to resist as they ran the clippers across her scalp, trimming away her hair. The tresses tumbled before her eyes once more, joining Melissa’s, the soft groans and squeals of the girl’s distress merging into the sound of the device as it toiled.
The chastity belt was opened and drawn from her, the plugs slipping free and letting her tracts finally close. She had assumed that the belt still existed on Melissa, but it seemed that a different example was to be used.
Steel bands were locked above her knees and to her ankles, set against the skin in readiness to grab the chains of the bar that would hobble her every step and prevent her ever sitting down.
The cat-suit was taken up and with a shake to straighten it, the garment showed that the dense material flowed out to a set of gloves, socks, and a basic open-faced hood. The suit opened down the back from the nape of the neck to the base of the spine, the doubled density of the area of rubber about the zip fitted with eyelets for lacing on either side.
The brawny women started to feed the tubular sheaths onto her body, encasing her in a thick layer of impermeable fabric. The cold arms of the suit stretched onto her, the thickness making their elasticity minimal, the fit of the uniform exceptionally tight.
Mina groaned as she felt them settling it into place, tugging along her extremities to drag away every wrinkle, leaving her with a fight to bend her legs because of the density across her joints.
‘Exquisite,’ commented Charybdis, watching Mina with wide eyes, licking his lips as he lounged against the wall.
Her head was forced up into the hood, where she found two electronic nodules that were set into her ears, cutting off almost all external sound, leaving the voice of her master as the only thing she could hear.
Her breathing started to quicken as her breasts were forced through two tight circles, the women employing a casual indifference to their subject. The holes made them swell from the grip around their base, and as she wriggled against the hoops, the slits across her crotch and rear were straightened into place.
Again she was laid against the table, her body resting on it, her arms pinned forcefully down to ensure she did not forget that resistance was not an option. The thigh boots were drawn up onto her legs, setting her feet atop the high heels. A line of glue was added to seal them perfectly and the buckles locked them to fittings on her suit, condemning her to their eternal companionship.
Hands clamped about her ankles and brought them together as the steel bar was brought forth, the chains chiming softly as they swung and bounced against the metal. The shaft connected to the band of her replacement crotch-piece, welded into place to prevent it moving in the slightest. The half circle of steel had far more obvious armaments upon it than her last such belt. A large, drastically ridged black rubber dildo awaited entry into her sex, the dark material laced with circuitry to stimulate and chastise. Her anus, however, was destined to accept a long pliant tube.
Lubricant trailed a line across her openings as the waistband was installed over the cat-suit, and Mina tensed as she felt them threading the pipe into her, paying it in and letting the work of her internal muscles swallow it up. The little struggles she gave caused the women to lean more weight to her, keeping her under firmer reins, perhaps because of her reputation, or just because they liked to subdue slaves.
The dildo kissed her sex and slithered in, her lips tight upon the trenches and peaks of the articulated intruder. The size of it made her lift her head up and mutter soft cries of discomfort, her channel aching as it was filled. She would of course get used to it, but for now it was a strenuous burden to bear, her legs quivering with tension.
A hearty shove sent the crotch-piece slamming between her legs and to the suit, throwing its teeth into the locks and fixing it to her. The dildo jabbed against her deepest regions, making her cry out from the sudden flash of pain.
‘Easy, Mina, you’re doing just fine,’ commented Charybdis.
Mina went slack against the table, her spasming orifices chewing against the trespassers, her muscles trying to drive them out, only to find them immobile. She would be wearing this for a year.
A line of thin wire was laced through the long slit down her back, drawing it in, and as the women applied their full brawn to the task, Mina hissed and gasped as they crushed her torso against the corset-like body of the cat-suit. Tolerating no slack, they continued the process of tightening again and again as Mina whimpered softly from the compression. Once the two sides met, the wire was riveted to a fixture on the back of her crotch-piece.
A thick leotard was next to be added, the neck being the raised posture collar that would stop her from ever moving her head more than a few millimetres. The hips of the garment descended like shorts, the brief legs ready to meet the hem of the thigh boots. The areas for her breasts had been removed again, leaving Mina wondering when they would be covered and what the sensation would be like. For a moment it looked as though the leotard was for a male, for there was a penis sheath set at the crotch, but then she saw it was placed too low down into the crotch for male anatomy to use.
The top was pulled over her legs, the prepared hole in the crotch squeezing tightly to the hobble bar with the inch long tube of latex. Twisting her arms back, they forced them through the sleeves and dragged it up into place, adding more weight to her body and increasing the clinch to her torso.
The relentless procedure of Mina’s transformation continued as they produced the tube of glue, using the substance to run a thick line under the rim of the shorts, creating a hermetic seal. They repeated the act of perpetual closure on the armholes, and then on the upper rim of the collar once they had tightened the band into place. The chains of her bar were set through the layers of rubber and clipped into place, to be swiftly drowned in the resin, as was the small tube gripping the meeting of belt and pole. With airtight seals running around the leotard Mina was rendered utterly watertight save for her breasts and her face, and she knew that this oversight would soon be corrected.
Standing upright, she found that balance was no longer something to be taken for granted. The imposition of the chain kept her legs curtailed and she had to be constantly careful of every movement else she stumble, topple and fall.
The hands of her tailors once more fell upon her, grabbing her arms, helping to steady her a little as they were twisted up her back. Mina grimaced as they were hauled well back, making her thrust her breasts forth against the hoops. Straps were set across her upper arms, the first stage of trapping her limbs and rendering them useless to her complete. When they started to bend her forearms up and around, running them parallel to each other up her spine, Mina struggled and gave whinnying protests of distress, her arms reverberating with pain as they were manhandled.
‘Ow!’ she mewled. ‘Stop, please, I can’t keep this position!’
‘Nonsense, Mina, once you’re locked into position you’ll get used to it quite quickly,’ he stated, making Mina wince at the thought of just how long that might be.
Her wriggling fingers were gathered together into a small mitten, the bag possessing two internal slots and being laced tight over them, bunching the digits together before a buckled strap at the wrist sealed them away for good. Groaning, Mina lifted herself from her heels and wobbled on her toes, the women forcing the single sleeve down onto her forearms. She kicked her legs vainly against the bars as they supported her, but it was useless, the time to resist long gone. The tight sleeve was settled into place and they started buckling it shut. Tears were forming in Mina’s eyes as she endured the increasing stress of the uniform, but it still felt so good, despite
the havoc in her flesh. Buckles from the sleeve were dragged around and snapped to fastenings on her front, the hearty yank the women applied squeezing her arms firmly against her back.
Two rubber cups were aimed towards her breasts, the implements being brought forward with menace. Mina gave crippled struggles against the two women holding her. The stern females clapped hands to the back of her neck, forcing her into a stoop. She sobbed immediately as the pole between her legs was made to fight the belt, churning the rods in her, making them try to shift aside yet be denied.
With her breasts hanging, the cups gathered them up and were pushed firmly onto them. She could feel banks of dull rubber spines lining the interior, the short teeth pressing into her flesh. When the base of the cups were pressed to her suit, the interiors pressurised themselves instantly. The scowling hiss of air being thrust out grabbed every inch of her assets, dragging them fiercely against the spines, making them dig in more distinctly. Mina thrashed against those holding her, unable to straighten against their rigorous grips.
‘Oh, what are these things?’ she wailed, her fingers fighting the bag that prevented them even moving, her arms unable to even twitch.
‘They serve a variety of purposes, all of which you’ll find out soon enough,’ said Charybdis.
The sealing glue was traced around the connection and as they lifted her back upright, Mina could see two sockets where her nipples were submerged.
The women equipped themselves with her two hoods, the first being the under-hood that was pulled down over the suit and quickly glued to her posture collar. Her head was now locked within a dome of latex, the only break in the polished sheet being two nostril holes and an aperture for her mouth. Her eyes peered through plastic lenses, the material fogging her vision slightly. The other hood was held back a moment as Charybdis spoke.
‘You recall the gag, don’t you, Mina?’ he jovially quizzed as the implement was brought forth. The plate that would seal her mouth still bore the moulded interior that would slot onto her teeth and spread her jaws painfully wide. Then the contraption spilled onward as a segmented pipe that they would compel her to swallow, but this one also extended up to the nose, the faceplate holding two long tubes that were ready to snake down her nostrils. Having faced something like this before, she nodded and watched as the disturbing thing was brought over.
She was tempted to try and air some last words before she was rendered silent for a year, but nothing came to mind so she watched the horrid approach of her instrument of silencing and complete control. A firm hand sunk fingers into her cheek, ruthlessly illustrating the rictus they wanted. As she spread her jaws wide, they started to feed it down her throat. Mina retched and convulsed against them, the serpent slithering down into her gullet. As the plate neared her quivering lips the nostril tubes were threaded down, making breathing momentarily difficult.
The facemask was pushed into place and glued airtight into position, Mina’s breath now rasping through the two sockets at her nose. Unable to speak, or hear, and barely able to see, Mina watched the last hood approach. The dense discipline sheath was forced down onto her head, the women having to fight the fabric, forcing Mina’s jaws painfully into the posture collar as the infernal thing was hauled into position. Mina wailed in dismay at the treatment, her howls dribbling out through the tubes as mere distant groans. All sight was lost, her head compressed within an iron fist, her body crushed, each breath straining against the rubber tomb in which she had condemned herself.
Immediately air was forced through the umbilical demanding a prescribed rate of breath for Mina, her lungs powerless to resist the mechanised force. She almost wilted into her increasingly harrowing bondage, the feeling of separation, of arousal at being so mercilessly parcelled was a giddy high of the darkest variety.
Suddenly a voice poured in through her earplugs, startling her with its clarity after the deathly silence of her hoods.
‘I’m going to let your servants play with your controls for a while, as a reward for a job well done,’ said Charybdis, using his own private PA system into their hidden servile world.
Mina took a step forward and found that rather than attach her to the portable generator, she was now anchored to the wall as Melissa was. The cables twanged and she was abruptly stopped, wondering what the three women who had attended her would do first. She was a vulnerable target, any number of choices open to them, and it all depended on just how sadistic they were willing to be.
The answer was delivered when the vaginal dildo started to retract and thrust into her, the harsh penetration delightful and searing all at once. Instantly the clitoral nodule kicked into spurious life, humming and pounding her sex, making her gasp and totter unsteadily, her head swimming, her loins aflame.
The sucking at her breasts commenced without warning, the massaging banks of rubber fangs chewing gently on them while a suckling pressurised kiss attended her nipples, dragging them out into the awaiting internal dimple.
Mina swaggered aside and dropped against the wall for support, unable to sink down, the pole forcing itself to the chains whenever she tried. It was almost too much to contain, her grunts and sighs failing to emerge and illustrate her delight.
Galloping towards climax, the devices suddenly changed settings just before she was taken into such a release, the women expert at telling when one of their own gender was in the giddy throes of pre-orgasmic joy.
Voltage nips scorched her rear, running its length as painful bites sank into her buttocks. Thrusting her hips forward to instinctively pull away from the source of pain, Mina was cast back as the clitoral button turned from a friend to a heartless fiend.
The savage snaps had her dancing on her feet, madly writhing, screeching into the gag. The breast cups increased their attention, applying more force to their caresses, kneading her breasts with hateful spite, as well as firing nips of shock into the contained flesh. Her nipples were suckled upon most vehemently, the feeling convincing her that they were going to be torn off by the oscillating grab of the vacuum cups. Other shocks started to gallop across her body, the suit fitted with an arsenal of diabolic engines, all of which thrust their dire effects into Mina.
Jolting and screaming against the gag, she fought the rubber and bonds, battled the hobble bar, but she could do nothing save suffer unspeakably for the delight of those who had placed her in this terrible fate.
Then all the evil machines suddenly ceased their assault, letting her wheeze and catch her breath. She wondered how Melissa was doing. Had her time already within the suit hardened her against it? Could one even get used to such grand duress?
What felt like a cane suddenly ripped across Mina’s rear, the influence of the weapon compiled by a series of co-ordinated electrical jolts that tricked her nerves into feeling something they had not. Jerking onto tiptoe, she dropped back, the ethereal stroke incredibly intense. The pain was soothed as the dildo began its slothful play, a slow, dull bliss that helped take the edge away from her panic. She felt so utterly exposed, so unable to even defend herself, the extreme bondage making her moist with new arousal, even as another phantom switch etched a line across her stomach.
Cursing the women, she sobbed and tried to brace for the next application. The women continued to beat her with electricity for a prolonged period, applying their strokes anywhere they wished because there could be no physical damage done to her.
Sweating and screaming, crying and gibbering, Mina was hauled through her initiation, hating every second of it, despising her bondage and her own foolish perversity that had placed her in it for life.
The flagellating voltage stopped and Mina sighed, the loss of such distress suddenly flipping the event like a coin, turning it completely around so that now she was sighing, expectant of more, hungry for it.
The last thing she expected was the flood of water that started to pour into her suit. Squirming against the chaotic flood that c
hurned between her skin and the artificial shell, Mina’s legs shuddering from the turbulence around her loins. Gurgling upon the deep gag, she relished the feel of the retraction of the rinse, and a howling soft gale started to lift the rubber from her skin to the tinniest degree, permitting her to be dried.
She felt movement in the pipe pouring down into her stomach as she was automatically fed, unable to even taste that which was being forced into her.
‘Did you enjoy that, slaves?’ asked Charybdis into their ears, and Mina nodded as best she could, unknowing of what Melissa’s opinion was.
‘There is so much more to show you. The conductors across your body have a tremendous range, and we shall be testing them all. And when I have you suspended next to my bed so you can watch me sleep, or pleasure one of your less restrained sisters, I’ll leave some random programmes running, to flick pleasure, pain, or both into you, at any time, for any duration. You both belong only to me. You’ll stay in those prisons for the next twelve months, and during that time I’ll throw a deluge of sensuality upon you. I’ll cook your sanity with pleasure and pain, make you scream for it, crave it like nothing you’ve ever known. By the time this year is up, you’ll be begging me to leave you in those suits, locked inside latex for the rest of your lives, suffering together for my amusement.’ He smiled imperiously.
‘Oh, and did I forget to mention that you’ll also be receiving gene therapy via your food?’ he went on, running his hands down the succulent rubber-encased forms, tracing the contours of the females sealed deep beneath.
‘Have you heard of p21? I’m sure Mina has.’ He smiled, chuckling as she stiffened and struggled with new effort. He couldn’t have! It wasn’t possible!
‘P21 is a specific master gene that was unearthed a decade ago by my labs, and only this year by a Chicago institute. You see, genes in a ten-year-old and a ninety-year-old operate the same, its only p21 that tells them to deteriorate, creating the ravages of old age - arthritis, Alzheimer’s, all the ailments that can rob a person of their life prematurely. Where normal medicine struggles to even figure out p21, my labs have been working on perfecting the means to shut this little monster up all this time. Two years ago we succeeded. In effect, we own the fountain of youth, which prompted the Korin, Turan merger. You see, we want to ensure that it doesn’t hit the market and ruin the world by making everyone virtually immortal before we’ve sorted out factors such as environment and population explosion. Until this time, which probably won’t ever come, we’ll be keeping this little secret to a very select few, and I’ve decided to include you both in addition to Scylla and myself. So enjoy the feel of your latex tombs, my pets - you’re in them quiet literally for eternity.’
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