Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hoop
Title: Incarceration Ch.26
Part: Chapter 26
Summary: Helen takes the idea of heavy bondage to more, ludicrous
extremes.
Keywords: FF, bd



   Claire didn't sleep particularly well that night.  It had soon became
uncomfortably warm, with the other girl's body pressed up against her own.
She hadn't been able to adjust her position much either, unable to move her
limbs without tugging on the cuffs that bound the two of them together. 
She thought it was probably best not to disturb Helen, who had fallen
asleep quite quickly.  She was probably more used to this sort of sleeping
arrangement.  Claire wondered if Helen normally did this with 212 instead,
or perhaps she chose a different girl each night.  Perhaps she never did
it, and Claire had been singled out for some reason.



   She awoke before Helen did, unable to judge what time it was in the
windowless room.  She lay listening to the regular sounds of the other
girls' breathing, reluctant to move any of her limbs in case she disturbed
Helen.  The sooner she awoke, the sooner the day's activities would start,
and a premature awakening would probably put Helen in a bad mood, making
things even worse.  Claire would be on the receiving end of that.



   Helen eventually awoke about half an hour later, and the first thing she
did was to cuddle a little more tightly around Claire's body, putting her
chin on Claire's shoulder so they were cheek-to-cheek.

   "Did you sleep well, 314?"

   Probably best not to give an entirely truthful answer.  "Yes, mistress,"
she said.

   "I guess it's time to get up, now," she said.  "Although..." Claire's
arms were pulled downwards as Helen's hands traced over the skin of her
belly, coming to rest against her inner thighs, "we could lie in for a
while.  Seeing as it's so nice and cosy under the covers."



   Against Claire's genitals there was the touch of fingers that, on this
rare occasion, were not sheathed in latex.  Apparently Helen wasn't quite
so fastidious about such things during the drowsiness of the early morning.
She played with Claire aimlessly for a while, with nowhere near the degree
of precision as the previous night.  As the first signs of sticky moisture
became apparent, Helen seemed to lose interest, her manipulations slowing
to a halt.  The tension of a half-finished act gradually dwindled in
Claire's loins.



   "Actually, I want to save those orgasms of yours," said Helen.  "For
later.  It'd be a waste to have one now."



   Claire's arm flopped half-numb across Helen's chest, dragged by the
other girl as she reached for the keys to their cuffs.  She disentangled
herself from Claire, and then immediately went to wash her hands in the
bathroom.  The noise woke 212, who knelt up at the foot of the bed, rubbing
her eyes and giving a gaping yawn that afforded Claire a good view of the
girl's molars.  Halfway through, 212 saw her looking, and covered her mouth
self-consciously.



   She and 212 were allowed to use the bathroom by themselves - relative to
the last few days, it was a luxury for Claire to actually clean herself in
a warm shower, rather than have somebody else jostling at her with a
sponge. She stayed under the stream of water for as long as she thought she
could get away with, but it was inevitable that she'd have to return to her
waiting mistress at some point.  By the time Claire emerged, Helen was
clothed and ready, wearing grey tracksuit trousers and a white vest.  212
was reclining against the pillows on the bed, masturbating for Helen's
amusement.



   They were taken elsewhere to eat breakfast, although not before Claire
had had her wrists tied together behind her back, with the remainder of the
rope coming up between her legs to be tied off behind her neck.  There was
no slack in the arrangement at all, and she ended up stooped over as they
walked, trying to keep the chafing to a minimum.  212, apparently
trustworthy enough not to need her hands binding, was given the job of
feeding Claire.  After that, she was taken away by attendants.  Judging
from their overheard conversation, 212 was due for another milking session.




   Helen rose from the table, and stood behind Claire.  She placed her
hands on Claire's shoulders and pulled her upright, and Claire cringed as
the rope became fully taut.  It got even worse as Helen took it in her hand
and pulled it away from Claire's chest, causing it to dig in to her even
deeper.  She stifled a groan.

   "Sorry, but it's part of the necessary preparations," explained Helen.
"I need to desensitise you a little, first.  It'll make you last longer. 
Now," said Helen, "how about we go and visit 271?  I wonder how she's
feeling in the aftermath?"



   --



   Zoe was sleeping when they arrived, presumably sedated.  Her bed, and
the cabinet beside it, were the only furniture in the small room, apart
from a plastic chair which Helen's red-haired colleague had brought in to
sit on while she observed Zoe's convalescence.  Strips of bandage held wads
of gauze against Zoe's chest in various places, but it seemed that the harm
to her body had been mostly superficial.  Her sleeping face was calm.



   "Wake her up," Helen instructed the other girl.  "And then give her some
light opiates.  Enough to make her feel good."



   She told Claire to go and sit in the corner.  Claire carefully lowered
herself to the floor, and tried to find a way to best accommodate her
bonds. She was already feeling sore.  Meanwhile, Helen climbed on to the
bed and cradled Zoe with one arm, so that her head was resting against
Helen's chest.



   "Okay," she said.  "Do it."



   The redhead gave her the first injection from a small, plastic syringe,
and a few seconds later, Zoe slowly opened her eyes.  She looked upwards,
her gaze met Helen's, and then her face changed to an expression of utter
defeat.  She sobbed once, as violently as if she were sneezing, and a few
tears ran from the corner of her eye.  She didn't seem to notice the second
injection, administered further down her forearm.



   "Shh," Helen was saying, "it's okay, it's okay.  It's all right." She
held Zoe closer, and the sounds were muffled as she sobbed against Helen's
chest, her body too weak to even consider resisting Helen's grip.  She
calmed down after a few minutes of Helen stroking her hair, and whispering
soothing platitudes to her.  When she finally raised her head again, her
expression had changed to a big, dopey grin.  Helen told her once again
that it was all right, and she was safe now, and kissed her on the
forehead. Zoe murmured something and relaxed into Helen's arms entirely.



   "Jeez, these are effective.  You just gave her the normal dose, right?"
Helen asked.

   The redhead nodded in response.

   "I guess she was pretty good at making these compounds," said Helen. 
"Hopefully the new girl knows what she's doing, too."



   Whatever chemical stupor Zoe was experiencing seemed to be making her
quite fond of Helen.  She was allowed to cling to her, limpet-like, for ten
minutes before Helen got fed up of stroking her hair, and ran out of
reassuring things to say.  She pried the girl's arms from around her, and
returned her to a lying down position on her bed.  Zoe took her pillow in
her arms, and hugged that instead.  She buried her face in it, and giggled
idiotically.



   "Take her through one of the chemical conditioning routines," said
Helen. "But one of the positive ones.  Get one of the late-stage girls to
keep her company.  I'll come and check on her once I've finished with this
one." She gestured at Claire.  "Ah, speaking of which, I'm sure sanitation
have finished their laundry run by now.  Everything should be ready for
you. Come on, 271.  You'll get to swap that rope for something more
comfortable now.  Well, less uncomfortable, I suppose."



   Zoe was left in the care of the red-haired girl, and presently Claire
found herself in a different, larger room, with a bed along one wall made
up with a clean, blue sheet.  There was a heap of electrical equipment
piled at its foot, and a bulky-looking, neatly-folded garment set atop it.
Helen skipped over to it, giggling happily.



   "Lucky you!  They've left us everything here, so we can get started
right away." She picked up the fabric bundle, and nodded approvingly. 
"Mmm," she said.  "Freshly laundered.  Nice and clean."



   Claire hesitated by the door, watching it slowly swing shut and thinking
about the prospect of fleeing.  It was as if her brain could no longer
process the thought as something reasonable to do - the act of running was
undeniably futile.  Given the possible extent of Helen's wrath, she didn't
want to test what the possible consequences might be.



   Besides, Helen wasn't actually doing anything that bad to her.  Even the
previous night, Claire had to admit that the frantic, oxygen-deprived
experience of her climax was among the most intense she'd experienced, and
certainly not painful by any stretch of the imagination.  Come to think of
it, nothing really foul had happened to her in a while, now.  The only
unpleasant aspect was the sense of complete helplessness, but it didn't
seem like Helen ever meant to seriously harm any of them.  What had
happened to Emma and Zoe was their own fault for misbehaving.  Helen had
thoroughly observed and probed and molested all of their bodies by now. 
There was nothing left to be humiliated or embarrassed about.



   She walked over to Helen, who had set the folded garment to one side and
was fussing around with the electrical equipment.  Several wires in a
bundle sprouted from an ominous-looking device: a crescent shape, with a
pair of smooth, blunt protrusions on the inner edge, each about eight
inches long.  Claire could make a reasonably confident guess as to where it
was going.  Helen held it up, and waggled it enthusiastically.



   "I'll undo that rope now.  Then let's get you plugged in and wired up,"
she said.



   Claire's buttocks tensed.



   The front most shape slipped into Claire easily enough, although the
other required a good deal more lubrication, and some deep breathing and
relaxing on Claire's part, before it could be fitted snugly in place. 
Then, with both Claire's holes filled up completely, Helen fixed the device
around her hips by adjusting the straps that were attached to it, like
thick rubber bands.



   That was not all.  Helen also had at her disposal half a dozen
bullet-sized, egg-shaped devices, each with its own trailing wire.  Claire
recognised the little vibrators from when they had been fitted with them
during their viewing of Emma's encounter with the attendants.  She
decorated Claire's body with them: one was wedged between the dildoes,
against her perineum.  A second was taped in place at the apex of her
genitals, and two more were held against her nipples with more tape.  Helen
twirled the remaining two around her fingers as she contemplated where they
should go, eventually wedging one into Claire's already-filled pussy, and
setting the other one aside.  She tied the multitude of cables together
with a zip-tie, using extra tape where necessary to make sure everything
was securely held in place.



   Then she turned her attention to the garment.



   It was something like a set of white overalls, the material thick and
heavy - the same sort of canvas that most of the straitjackets were made
from.  Claire surmised from the long, tapering sleeves that it was a
modified form of one of those garments.  The front was devoid of any
fasteners or buckles - there was only a single, metal zip at the back,
which traced a line all the way down the suit, between the legs, and made
its way back up, ending just above the crotch.  Fabric straps were attached
to the legs with criss-cross lines of stitches, and more of the same were
attached at the ends of, and halfway down, the arms.  Everything seemed
designed to clip together with the sort of snapping plastic fasteners that
were used on backpacks.



   Helen unzipped it, and held it up in front of Claire.

   "Just step into it," she said, "then we can do the arms afterwards."

   Claire gingerly lifted one leg, feeling the equipment crammed inside her
shift around as she slipped the lower part of the outfit on.  Helen pulled
the legs up, and held the sleeves out for Claire to put her arms into.  She
stepped around the back to do the zip up, after passing the cables through
another opening that seemed to be there for just that purpose.  Claire
noted that the legs, like the sleeves, were closed at the ends, widening
out slightly so that her feet could be accommodated.



   The material felt softer than it looked.  It wasn't that restrictive at
first, apparently designed with a "one size fits all" approach, although
once Claire's arms were crossed over her chest, things became less
comfortable.  The sleeves were held against each other at her forearms by
means of two belts looped around them, and the ends of the sleeves also
clipped together in the front, after passing around Claire's back.  By the
time Helen had finished making all the adjustments, Claire couldn't move
her arms an inch.



   Helen pushed her down on to the bed.  She secured each strap on the legs
in turn, starting at the ankles and moving up to the last set around
Claire's thighs, binding the pairs together and rendering her legs as
completely immovable as her arms.  She tied ropes under Claire's armpits,
and used them to secure her to the bed frame, applying another rope around
her ankles.  She couldn't really feel it through the fabric, but with both
of those restraints in place, she was now unable to bend her legs at all,
or to roll to one side or the other.  Helen applied ratcheting cargo straps
across Claire's thighs, shins, and abdomen, looping them beneath the
bed-frame and squashing her down into the mattress as the mechanisms were
tightened.  The only part of her that was free to move was her head. 
Everything else was completely restrained within the tight cocoon.



   Helen grinned, having finally finished the arrangements.  "Comfy?" she
said.

   "Um..."

   "This is about the most heavy-duty thing I'd use for sessions like this.
Well, unless you count the rubber stuff, but that's such a pain to get on
and off.  Usually I'd only bother with those if someone else is going to be
watching.  They do add a nice aesthetic element.  But for today, this is
easier.  You can breathe okay, right?" she asked, testing how tightly
Claire's arms were held against her body.



   Apparently satisfied with the very thorough extent of Claire's bindings,
Helen spent the next ten minutes messing around with the electrical cables.
There was quite an impressive array of hardware: whilst Claire couldn't get
a particularly good view, she could see that Helen had connected the cables
first to one boxy device, and thence to a second, which looked like some
kind of oscilloscope.  Apparently it wasn't modern enough to have a
wireless interface; Helen wired it into her tablet directly.  There was
some muttering and whispered cursing while Helen tried to get everything
configured.  After some time, a series of electronic chirping sounds
coincided with a deep buzzing from between Claire's thighs, as all of the
things inserted within her shuddered.  Helen stood up, looking pleased with
herself.



   "All set up," she said.  She tapped at her computer, and each one of the
devices vibrated in sequence: the ticklish feeling of the ones taped to
Claire's breasts was followed by the much stronger pulsations of the thick,
blunt probes.  Claire made as if to part her thighs a little and alleviate
the pressure, but no part of her could move an inch.  "Although for the
next part, we need another participant.  You're only half the equation...
who should it be, I wonder?"



   She climbed up on to the bed and straddled Claire, looming over her. 
"Perhaps you'd like to choose who shares this session with you.  Maybe the
albino?  What about the other one?  You like 523, don't you?"

   "I..."

   "Or what about 271?  I guess she's still recovering from yesterday, but
I could drag her in here all the same.  It's not like she'd have a choice.
Maybe I should go and fetch her?"

   "No..." it seemed to Claire that Zoe had suffered more than all of them
combined, after yesterday.

   "Who, then?  You have to pick someone."

   Helen was waiting patiently for an answer.  Making her choose somebody
was probably another one of her ways to get inside Claire's head, making it
feel like she was the one punishing them instead of Helen.

   "I'm waiting, 314."

   Of the two other girls, Emma seemed to have received the worse treatment
so far.  Laura seemed to be becoming cooperative, though, which might make
it worse on her if she felt she was being punished for no reason. 
Although, if what the other girl was about to experience was similar to
Claire's own current situation, she thought Emma wouldn't react well to
another spell of such heavy bondage, so soon after her experiences in
sens-dep.

   "523, mistress," she said, finally.  She felt some guilt at condemning
Laura specifically to whatever fate Helen had planned, but she had to
choose somebody.  She hoped it wouldn't be too hard on her.

   "All right then," said Helen.  "You can just lie here for a while, and
I'll go and collect her."



   She made one more adjustment on her computer before she left, and the
smaller vibrator taped to Claire's crotch took up a slow, regular series of
small pulses.  Nothing particularly stimulating, but a definite reminder of
its presence.

   "Best used to it," she said.  "You'll be feeling things like that for a
while."



   --



   Laura and Emma were getting used to being very close now, although it
was through no choice of their own.  They had been left joined at their
collars for a few hours before somebody finally came to unchain them, in
order that they could eat the food they had been brought.  The attendants
had removed their straitjackets, allowing the girls the chance to stretch
their aching arms.



   The freedom was temporary.  While the straitjackets were not re-applied,
the girls did find themselves collared together once more, and they had
remained that way until the following morning.  It had made sleeping, and
using the bathroom, quite uncomfortable experiences.



   It felt like mid-morning by the time Helen showed up to snap a pair of
handcuffs around Laura's wrists and take her away.  She followed
obediently, trying to mentally prepare herself.

   "314 asked for you specifically, you know," said Helen.  "I told her she
could choose whichever girl she wanted, and she said she wanted this to
happen to you."

   Laura presumed there had to have been some coercion behind the decision.
Come to think of it, there wasn't any particularly good reason why she
should believe Helen at all.  She was probably just playing games.

   "I was surprised," she continued, "I'd have thought she'd pick one of
the girls that she hadn't had any contact with.  You know, so she wouldn't
feel guilty." She turned around to smile enthusiastically at Laura.  "I
guess she must really like you."



   Claire was already present when they arrived.  She was thoroughly bound
up in a very secure-looking arrangement, her head the only part of her left
uncovered.  Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed.  A quiet buzzing
noise was coming from somewhere - Laura's guess was the stack of
electronics beside the bed, which all seemed to be connected to the girl.



   "Kneel down," said Helen.  Laura did so, while Helen fished something
out from among the equipment and fastened it around Laura's neck: a collar,
which was connected to the boxes via a long, thin cable.  Helen toggled a
switch, and a pair of LEDs lit up in response.  Claire had opened her eyes
now, and was looking at Laura with a guilty expression.

   "Sorry..." she said.



   "It's done now, 314, no point in worrying about it.  Anyway, we can make
a start, now that we have 523.  I can show you how the whole setup works."
She went over to stand behind Laura and put her hand on the girl's head,
"523 is going to be the determinant of just how intense an experience you
have, 314.  All of the vibrators are linked to those electronics, as is
523's collar - which contains a microphone.  So if I do this-" she grabbed
a fistful of Laura's hair and yanked suddenly, causing her to cry out. 
Claire also gave a startled cry, almost in unison.



   "Good, isn't it?" said Helen.  "It processes the sound and uses it to
drive the equipment.  So you get a direct mapping between the volume of her
screams, and the intensity of the vibration.  It does some other clever
stuff too, like changing the relative device proportions in response to the
pitch." She grabbed Laura's breast and squeezed hard.  As well as being
quite painful, it became apparent that the lactation hormones were still
working, as a squirt of milk made its way a good twelve inches onto the
floor in front of them.  Laura cried out again as she felt Helen's
fingernails digging into her skin.  "You'll be pleased to know that you
won't be gagged during today's session, 523," she said.  "Because I want to
see just how loud I can make you scream."



   She told Laura to remain kneeling while she went back over to Claire,
producing another length of cable from the tangle of equipment: a pair of
earphones, which she inserted into Claire's ears.  "It's better that way,
so you can't localise the sound," she explained.  "Makes it feel like it's
inside your head.  Which is exactly the point.  I'm going to get inside
that head of yours, Claire," (she began to poke at her forehead with her
index finger, "and then you won't be able to just pretend to be a docile
victim.  You're going to learn to love her screams.  You'll beg to hear
them.  I'm going to rewire your brain like this," her wide-eyed expression
was severely unnerving by this point as she leered at Claire from six
inches away, "and soon you'll end up begging me to do this to you.  Won't
that be fun?"

   "I-"

   "Shut up," she said, "you don't get to speak.  You're not a real girl,
you're my plaything, now.  You don't have a say in this."



   Helen produced more restraints from somewhere, and laid the things on
the bed beside Claire.

   "I wasn't sure whether to have you watch," she said, "but in the end I
decided against it."

   She pulled a sleep mask down over Claire's eyes, tweaking it to make
sure that it was properly fitted, and arranging the elastic strap so that
it held the earphones in place as well.  "This way, you can imagine what I
might be doing to her instead."



   The gag that she used to silence Claire was held in place by straps
around the back of her neck, as well as up over the top of her head and
beneath her chin.  They held a strip of leather over her mouth, leaving
Claire's nose as the only uncovered part of her face.  Even after that,
Helen still didn't seem to think she'd done enough until a fabric hood was
in place over Claire's head, joined to the rest of the outfit with several
metal fasteners and tightened against her face by drawstrings at the back.
There were two small holes for her to breathe through.  Claire moaned in
protest, and Laura could barely hear her.  The girl had become merely a
girl-shaped bundle on the bed, unable even to squirm.



   Helen summoned an attendant, and instructed him to collect some things
for her.  Laura was left to contemplate Claire's predicament while they
waited, and Helen did whatever it was that she did on her computer.  The
attendant returned, and placed an aluminium case on the floor.  Helen lay
it on its side, and opened it so that Laura had a view of its contents.



   Every piece of equipment had its own place in the kit.  It was
immaculately organised.  There was a coiled, single-tailed whip, and a
riding crop.  There was something similar next to it, its end terminated
with a bloom of leather strips.  A wide array of clothespins and
heavier-duty clamps were set in fitted alcoves in the case's lid, along
with a nasty-looking device with two metal prongs, and a yellow sticker
with a stylised lightning bolt drawn in black.  There was a pair of metal
o-ring gags, coils of rope, and neatly-bundled leather straps.  A bunch of
wooden skewers held together with rubber bands.  Several candles.  A trio
of dildoes, the first two of plausible size, the last the diameter of a
soda can.  Please, Laura thought, please let that one only be for
intimidating people.



   "Well then," said Helen, crouching down in front of the case and running
her fingers over the contents, "what should we use first?"