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 Author: Hoop
Title: Incarceration Ch.18
Part: Chapter 18
Summary: An attendant has his way with Zoe.
Keywords: MF, bd, oral



   Zoe looked up at the blank face mask of the attendant standing over her.


   "I want to get out," she said.

   A contemptuous laugh came from behind the mask.

   "Please," she said, "it wouldn't really be your fault, right?  If you
were taking me to her and I somehow got free?"

   "Not going to happen," he said.

   "What do you care, though?  You just work here, right?  All you seem to
do is drag us from place to place."

   He didn't answer.

   "It's not right.  You know it isn't right," she said.

   "Shut up."

   "You're just as bad as-"

   "Shut up!" the attendant dropped to his knees beside Zoe and grasped her
face with his gloved hand, bringing his blank mask close.  Zoe wondered how
they could see through them.  Perhaps it was like mirrored glass, or
something.

   "You keep quiet, girl," he said, "unless you want me to make you quiet."

   They were both silent after that.  Zoe had been taken aback at the
sudden escalation of the attendant's temper.  She decided she might try a
different approach - some way to try and make a connection between them
that she could use.

   "I'll suck your cock," she said.

   This time, the attendant's laughter was genuine.

   "Come on," she said.  "I'm really good at it."

   It was a lie.  Zoe had never had a cock in her mouth.  Her four years of
university had been considerably less debaucherous than many other girls'
in that respect.

   "Is that so?" said the attendant.

   "Let me," said Zoe.  "And then maybe, I don't know, perhaps you could
accidentally neglect to do some handcuffs up all the way, or something?"

   She got up on her knees, and made her way over to the attendant,
slightly awkwardly without being able to use her arms for balance.  She put
her chin to his thigh, and looked up at him from below.  "Please," she
said, "I bet you'd like it."

   "You'd better go and sit back down," he said, "or you'll regret it."

   "Come on," said Zoe.  She moved her face closer to his crotch.  The
fabric of his trousers was tightening.  She was disgusted at the thought of
what she might end up doing, but made sure not to show it.  She looked up
at him again, and ran her tongue across her lip.

   "I want to," she said.  "All that training Helen puts us through...  I
can't take any more of this girl-girl stuff.  I want cock."

   "I find that hard to believe."

   "Try me," she said.

   The attendant paused awhile.  Then he shrugged, and Zoe yelped as he
grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to her feet.

   "What the hell," he said, "it has been a while.  And we've got an hour.
Let's go someplace else, though."

   "...and there might be some accidentally-loose handcuffs?" Zoe ventured.

   "Don't push your luck," he said.  "We'll see just how well you do suck
cock first.  Now shut up.  We can't talk about this once we're outside."

   He pulled her out into the corridor, looking around conspiratorially
before they made their way to the stairwell and descended three floors.  He
kept hold of her with one hand while he leaned into a storage cupboard,
pulling out a roll of silver duct tape.  She asked what it was for, and he
didn't answer.

   After more shoving along corridors that looked less well-cleaned and
maintained than the floors above, Zoe found herself in a bathroom
illuminated by a single fluorescent strip light, the others apparently
having burned out.  The tiles on the floor and walls were covered with
grime.  Three sinks along one wall bore identical, green stains of lime
scale beneath brass taps.  Some kind of corrosion had crept under the glass
of one mirror, and another had a cobweb of cracks across its surface.

   The attendant forced her down to her knees.  The tiles were cold beneath
them.  He drew the electric baton from his belt, and pressed the prongs
against Zoe's cheek.

   "You try to run now," he said, "and I'm going to use this on you until
the battery's dead.  Got it?"

   "But after..."

   "We'll see about afterwards.  Now, show me what you can do."

   The attendant unbuckled his belt.  He unfastened his trousers, and drew
his zipper down.  Apparently he was quite eager - after lowering his
trousers a few inches, a tent of material sprang out, pointing at Zoe's
face.  Then he unbuttoned his boxer shorts, and produced his cock.

   It jutted out at an angle just above the horizontal, looking a little
under six inches in length.  With a thumb and forefinger, he rolled back
the foreskin to reveal its purplish head.  Zoe wrinkled her nose.  There
were little white spots at the crown of his penis.

   "What?" he said, "you got a problem with it?"

   "N-no," she said.  "It's fine."

   "Good.  Now get to it."

   She opened her mouth.  She thought that not looking at it might make the
ordeal slightly less horrid, so Zoe closed her eyes as she put her head
forward, closing her lips around the shaft and pressing against the
underside of his cock with her tongue.  She felt it twitch; it became even
firmer now that it was inside.  Zoe's lips drew back around her teeth as
the taste hit her, like sweat and something mildly salty.  She couldn't
believe that other girls actually claimed to enjoy doing this.

   The attendant grabbed her hair with both his hands and shoved her face
into his crotch, and she retched as the tip of his cock grazed the back of
her throat.  Wiry pubic hair tickled against her nose.

   "Come on!" he said.

   She began to fellate him as best she could, working her lips and tongue
around his organ.  She bobbed her head back and forth, trying to swill up
saliva for lubrication.  Maybe it would dilute the taste as well, she
thought.  She gagged a couple more times as the attendant impatiently
pulled her towards himself, and she choked out a strand of spittle and
precum that dribbled down her chin.  She rolled her tongue around his
shaft, playing across the underside of the head, and put her tongue's tip
against his frenulum, wondering if that was a sensitive area.  It felt like
it should be.

   She sealed her lips around the shaft again and made a few more
back-and-forth movements.  Then she found her mouth empty, with the
attendant pushing on her forehead to hold her head back.  She took the
opportunity to take a gasp of air.  Her lips were wet with a mixture of
both their fluids.

   "You said you were good at this.  This is the worst head I've ever
gotten."

   "I-I'm sorry," she said.  "I'll try harder.  Tell me what you like," she
said, trying very hard to force a smile.

   "This is a waste of my time," he said.  "I'll take your cunt instead. 
At least you probably won't fuck that up as badly."

   He shoved her down onto the floor, and knelt on top of her while he
removed her strait jacket.  Despite everything else going on at that
moment, she was relieved to finally be liberated of the sweaty, thick
material.  She brought her arms in front of her slowly.  She was sure she
felt a shoulder joint crack, sending a surge of numbness down her arm.

   "Stand up."

   She did so.  She tried to cover her nakedness self-consciously, and the
attendant swatted her hands away.  He snorted derisively.  "I've seen
better," he said.  "Those tits aren't much to look at." He pawed at her
chest, grabbing her roughly.  "Can't even get a decent handful.  Still,
that's not too important.  Get in the cubicle."

   The attendant shoved Zoe into one of the bathroom stalls, and ordered
her to sit on the toilet.  There was no seat, and she cringed at the
feeling of cold porcelain against her skin.  It felt wrong.  The bowl
beneath her was streaked with rust-coloured stains.  The position of the
single light filled half the cubicle with shadow.

   "Hands above your head," he said.  The attendant produced the roll of
tape he had fetched from the supply cupboard before, and bound her wrists
together tightly.  There was a cistern high up on the wall, with a bare
copper pipe leading down to the toilet itself, and the attendant wrapped
more of the tape around the pipe and her wrists, binding them to the wall
above her.

   She was regretting her decision now.  "I only said I'd suck you off,"
she said, and received a hard slap across the face in response.

   "That mouth of yours is useless," he said.  "Feels like you've never
sucked a cock in your life."

   At Zoe's next attempt at objection, the attendant forced her mouth shut
while he smoothed a strip of tape over her lips.  Several more followed it,
sealing her mouth completely.  He used more of the tape to fashion
makeshift cuffs for her ankles, and then tied them to the pipe above her
head with long strips of it, spreading her legs wide, with her feet resting
against the cubicle walls.  She slipped down into the bowl a little, and
then the attendant put his hands beneath her buttocks to heft her onto the
rim.  She was totally exposed to him.  She was shaking her head, but either
he didn't notice, or her didn't care.

   His prick had remained hard the whole time he was tying her up, and now
he knelt down in front of her, guiding himself inside her with his hand. 
The height of the toilet meant he had to settle for an awkward
half-squatting stance, steadying himself with one arm as he made his way
inwards.  Apparently deciding that the position was unworkable, he stood up
again and pulled Zoe further forward, causing her arms to tug painfully at
her shoulders.  This way, his approach was slightly easier, and he was able
to drive his cock in deep.

   In some ways, it wasn't as bad as the dildo Zoe had been subjected to
before.  The attendant's cock was softer, and actually a deal narrower than
the silicone toy that Emma had been made to fuck her with, on that day when
Zoe had ended up taking a much more direct role in Helen's plans than she
had ever intended.

   It was strange not being able to see the attendant's face, with only
sounds of his laboured breathing coming from behind the blank mask.  The
thin porcelain rim dug painfully into Zoe's thighs, and her back bumped
against the wall in time with the attendant's thrusts.  She closed her eyes
and tried to imagine somebody fucking her that she actually wanted to, but
the realities of the situation kept creeping back in.  In particular, it
was hard to ignore the tape over her mouth, which was making her breathe
hard through her nose.  She couldn't properly relax the muscles in her legs
because of how they were tied back; her thighs trembled as she shifted
between equally uncomfortable positions.  Then she slumped further down as
the attendant pulled her closer to the edge, stabbing in a little deeper.

   She would have thought he mightn't last that long, being already
stimulated from her abortive attempt at fellatio.  Then, as the minutes
wore on, it began to seem like he would last longer as a result of it.  She
was starting to notice how cold it was down here.  Goosebumps prickled on
her arms, and she shivered.  Her limbs throbbed with a multitude of aches.

   Zoe felt something towards the end, as if her genitals thought they
should become stimulated out of obligation.  It wasn't close to an orgasm -
she'd have hated herself if she had gone that far.  She was just starting
to enjoy the slight tingling feeling when the attendant finished, and a jab
of warmth surged into her cunt.  He pulled out, and emitted the remainder
of his seed over her belly and thighs, making a strained grunting noise as
he did so.  Zoe looked down at the snotty strands as they began to run down
her body, and sighed inwardly.  At least it was over.  Maybe she could take
advantage of the attendant's post-climax satisfaction.

   "Mmmph," she said.  "Mm-mmph." It would be no good if she was gagged. 
She needed to speak, to try and convince him to afford her some chance at
escape.  Although, truthfully, he hadn't seemed to be very sympathetic to
her so far.  She had to stay positive, she thought.  It was the best chance
she had.

   "Mmmmh nn mnn," she said, emphatically.

   The attendant took his time cleaning off his dick with paper from the
dispenser, dropping the used wads onto the floor.  He put his trousers back
on, and washed his hands at the sink while Zoe watched what she could see
of his reflection in the mirror.  Eventually, he came back over.

   "Mmmh," Zoe pleaded.

   "Hah, oh, that's right, I'm supposed to be letting you escape," he said.
"I can't believe you fell for that.  You must really be desperate."

   His words were like a physical blow, like Zoe had been hit in the
stomach.  Her guts went cold.

   "Amazing the things you'll do, isn't it?" he said.  "Of course, you
aren't the first one to try this."

   "Hnnph."

   "How about you just sit here for now," he said.  He checked the tape
holding her legs apart, doubling some of it back on itself to spread her
pussy even wider.  "It'd be selfish of me to just have you to myself." He
looked at his watch.  "In fact, there's still about half an hour before
Helen wants you...  I'm sure some of the other attendants would enjoy
coming down for a quick visit.  I'll go and let them know," he said.

   He left, and then the masked face appeared around the doorway once more.

   "Oh, and you really need to work on those oral skills of yours," he
said. "Terrible.  Fucking terrible."

   The sound of his coarse laughter was cut off as he slammed the bathroom
door behind him.

   Zoe's eyes were watering, but she blinked back the tears, resolving to
direct her energy to something more useful.  She could still make something
of this situation, surely.  Strips of hastily applied duct tape were
nothing compared to the heavy-duty restraints Helen used.  She tensed her
arms as hard as she could, pulling downwards.

   The only thing that happened was that the tape became uncomfortably
tight around her wrists.  She tried again, grunting with the effort.  Then
she started trying to rock back and forth, tugging harder on each
successive forward motion.

   There was a creaking sound from somewhere behind her, and she pulled
harder still.  Something was definitely shifting.  The cistern pipe moved
slightly against her back.  She tried a few more back-and-forth tugs, and,
when nothing more seemed to happen, she dispensed with the careful approach
and began to thrash her limbs as much as she could, kicking her feet
against the cubicle walls.

   There was another creak, and then a sound like a ceramic plate snapping.
She craned her head back as far as she could to look behind her.  The pipe
had come away from its mounting in the porcelain, leaving a fractured hole.
Some white fragments fell to the floor with a tinkle.

   Zoe shuffled sideways, and fell off the side of the toilet onto her
back, thumping her head against the wall painfully.  Her shoulders screamed
agonising protest as her arms briefly bore her entire weight, and then she
felt her wrists suddenly slip downwards.  Gritty dust fell on top of her
from where a pipe-bracket had been wrenched free from the tiles.

   It took another few minutes of exhausting thrashing, and painful
twisting of her joints, but eventually Zoe managed to slide her wrists free
from the pipe.  Her hands were mobile enough now to pick away at the tape
on her ankles.  She stopped halfway to tear the tape from her mouth, taking
in a big lungful of air.  By the time her legs were freed she was sweating
all over, supporting herself on quivering muscles that seldom saw any use.
After that, she used the lower corner of one of the cubicle walls to rasp
away at the tape around her wrists, rejoicing silently when she finally cut
through it.

   She had to get out of here before another attendant showed up.  She ran
to the door, pulling it open and stepping into the corridor outside.