Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hoop
Title: Incarceration Ch.29
Part: Chapter 29
Summary: Helen gives Laura some special attention.
Keywords: FF, bd, toys



   Claire was the first to be returned to the cell that evening, freshly
showered, hair still slightly damp.  Her muscles were stiff from their
previous restriction, and she spent a while pacing about the cell while she
remembered how it felt to actually be able to move freely.  Once the last
of the aches and cramps had subsided, she sat quietly in a corner, hugging
one of the blankets to her chest.



   Laura was returned next, apparently worse off for her part of their
joint session.  A few bandages and plasters covered suggestive parts of her
body.  She didn't say anything to Claire, instead choosing to lie down on
the floor, facing the opposite wall.  Claire made a few attempts at
conversation, and once touched the other girl gently on the shoulder,
asking if she was all right, but she didn't respond.  It was upsetting, but
Claire understood how she felt.  She probably just wanted to be left alone.



   Zoe wasn't in a particularly talkative mood either, when she was brought
back one hour later.  She was mumbling something about the drugs not having
worn off yet.  She gathered the rest of the blankets into a pile with
clumsy, uncoordinated movements, and then climbed beneath them, explaining
how it was "safer in here".



   Helen personally brought Emma back to the cell.  By the looks of things,
they had both also come via the showers, and had probably had one together,
knowing Helen.  She kissed Emma on the cheek before departing, and then
Emma came and sat with Claire, and they talked about the day's activities.
Emma seemed to be sad that she'd displeased their mistress with a foolish
outburst during her session.

   "You don't think she'd put me in sens-dep again, do you?"

   "I guess it depends on how mad she is at you," said Claire.

   "I said I was sorry...  she seemed okay when she was cleaning me
afterwards.  She wasn't rough or anything."

   "You shouldn't do things like that anyway, Emma.  You know how she is.
We have to behave."

   "I know."



   Some food was brought to them, but Laura didn't seem to be interested in
it.  The rest of them ate hungrily.  Zoe was still quite possessive of her
pile of blankets by the time they decided to sleep, but Claire managed to
liberate one of them to share with Emma.  Sleep came quickly to both of
them.



   Laura was gone when Claire awoke, but was brought back before breakfast.
The four girls were left alone for a surprisingly long time after that. 
Laura was more communicative now, and Zoe seemed to have finally shaken off
the effects of whatever she had been dosed with.  Even so, the girls didn't
have much to say to each other.



   "Maybe she's planning something big for us," said Laura.  "Something
that takes time to set up."

   "Like what?"

   "Oh, who knows.  She seems pretty imaginative."

   "What if she-"

   "I know what we should do," said Laura, "we should, you know, perhaps
not think about what she might possibly do to us next."

   "It's not going to be anything too bad unless you make her angry," said
Claire.  "I mean, what happened to me yesterday didn't hurt, exactly.  I
don't know.  It was weird."

   "It fucking hurt for me," Laura snapped.

   "You've got to assume that it was because of something you did," said
Claire.  "She wouldn't hurt us for no reason at all.  Not too badly,
anyway."

   "You picked me!  I was only there because you told her to pick me!"

   "Just be calm, Laura," said Emma.  "Claire's right.  Helen just wants us
to be compliant.  If we do that, it's a lot less painful for everyone."

   "It's not fair," said Laura.  "She dotes on you now, Claire, because
apparently you're so fucking perfect.  I'm trying just as hard!  I do what
she says, too!"

   "Maybe she wants you to try harder," said Claire.  "To please her, I
mean."

   "I just don't know what else I can do."

   "Just wait.  Just...  try and stay on her good side."

   "I guess..."



   A few more hours passed, and the girls were beginning to entertain the
possibility that they might have a whole day off when Helen arrived,
energetic as always.

   "I'm sorry I couldn't see you girls this morning," she said.  "Things to
do, you know.  But it's taken care of now.  Get up, 523, you're coming with
me."

   Laura stood up.  Claire tugged on her hand and silently mouthed the
words, "Good luck."

   "Oh, and 271," said Helen, "I assume you've got a clear head by now?  No
hangover?"

   "No, mistress."

   "Good.  It turns out the new girl likes you so much, she wants to have
another session with you today.  She has some more chemicals to test, I
understand.  New ones.  Lucky you!"



   Zoe was lead off by an attendant in the opposite direction, as Helen
pulled Laura down the corridor by her wrist.  "And for you," she said,
"I've got something special in mind."



   She brought Laura to a room with a larger, comfortable-looking bed. 
There were bookshelves too, and a wardrobe.  A leather collar hung from one
of the bedposts by a length of chain.  The room looked lived-in.  Helen's
own, personal room.

   "Sit on the bed, 523."

   Laura sat down, and Helen set about finding something in a cabinet
drawer.  She rummaged through various devices and restraints - she seemed
to be keeping a lot of equipment in here, as well as the outfitting room.



   As she watched Helen crouched down, preoccupied with her search, Laura
found herself wondering whether she could physically overpower her.  Was it
okay to have thoughts like that?  Helen was definitely smaller than her. 
There was nobody else in the room, just the two of them.  Laura wasn't
actually restrained in any way.  Suppose she could tackle her to the
ground, and pin her down.  Then what?  Call for help?  That would be worse
than useless.  Knock her unconscious?  Could she do that?



   Laura's guts went cold.  Her heart was racing.  Could she do it?  Was
this her chance?



   "Ah, found it." Helen stood up, holding a hefty-looking implement.  It
was made from white plastic; smooth and rounded at the opposite end to
where a mains electrical cable emerged from it.  Compared to some of
Helen's other equipment, a simple vibrator seemed almost tame.



   "Are you feeling all right, 523?  You look pale."

   Helen's back was no longer turned.  Laura was too far away to move
before Helen could react.  The opportunity was gone.  She could never have
gone through with it anyway, she realised.  The consequences of failure
would probably be even worse than they had been for Zoe.  It was stupid to
have ever entertained the notion.  As Laura regarded Helen's smiling
expression, she found herself feeling ashamed.

   "I- I'm fine, mistress," she said.

   "You don't have to sound so gloomy, 523.  I've brought you here
especially, it's just you and me today."



   Helen plugged the vibrator in to a wall socket, and checked that it was
working.  She clicked the device through three settings of speed and
intensity, and the head blurred as it sprang to life.

   "Don't worry about yesterday," said Helen.  "It won't be anything like
that, because I know you're going to be good for me now, aren't you?"

   "Yes, mistress."

   "641 had a little outburst yesterday.  It made me wonder if I hadn't
paid quite enough attention to her.  And that made me think about you, 523.
Maybe we haven't spent enough time together.  Do you think so?"

   Helen sat down next to Laura, so that their shoulders were touching.  It
was hard to determine what answer she wanted to hear.  Laura decided to be
non-committal.

   "I don't know, mistress."

   "Perhaps you'll have a better idea after today," she said.  "You can
start by taking off your clothes."



   Laura disrobed, and Helen repositioned herself to sit in the centre of
the bed, with her legs apart.  Of course, she didn't join Laura in her
nudity.  She patted the patch of blanket in between her legs.  "Come," she
said, "sit here.  Legs out in front of you."



   Laura joined her on the bed, putting her hands back to support herself
as Helen's legs tangled with hers, holding them down.  She ended up with
her thighs well-parted, reclined in Helen's grasp with one of the girl's
arms across her chest, hugging her close to her body.  She felt warm. 
Helen's modest chest wasn't all that comfortable to lean on.

   "Just you and me," said said, "and this." The vibrator buzzed.  Helen
placed it against Laura's belly, which felt very strange indeed, and she
let out a laugh at the tickling sensation.  Helen gradually worked the
implement down, and the feeling transitioned into something quite
different.

   "You like that, 523?"

   "Yes, mistress." Even though it was being done to her against her will,
Laura would have picked this over anything else she had suffered at Helen's
hands.  This was nothing in comparison.

   "And if I do this?"

   There was a click, and the buzzing sound dropped in pitch.  Helen pushed
the device up firmly in between Laura's legs, and she moaned in response.

   "Thought so," said Helen.  She hugged Laura closer, and dropped her
voice to a whisper.  "I've had plenty of time to practice stuff like this,"
she said.  "So I know exactly what you'll like.  What about this as well,
hmm?" she said, moving her free hand further down and using her fingers to
complement the vibrator's action, "you like that, too?  Do you like the
feel of your mistress's fingers in your cunt?"



   Helen moved the vibrator upwards, subjecting Laura's clitoris to the
full brunt of its stimulation.  Beneath it, Helen's fingers slipped inside
her gently, expertly, seeking and finding the specific, sensitive parts
that had Laura biting her lip as she moaned once more.

   "Of course you do," said Helen.  "I can make your body do things you
never even knew about, 523." Her fingers carried on working.  She pressed
down somewhere with the heel of her hand, and Laura's voice came out an
octave higher.  She gasped and squirmed.  "Yes," said Helen.  "Good. 
Good."



   The vibrator wandered further up, and Helen held it against one of
Laura's breasts while her fingers did most of the hard work.  Laura's heart
was beating fast again, but for a different reason this time.  Escape was
the last thing on her mind - all she was thinking was, how had Helen become
so skilled?  It was as if she understood Laura's body better than she did
herself.



   Laura had had her eyes closed for some time now, so the fingers in her
mouth caught her off guard.  She flinched away, but Helen held her head in
place.

   "Taste that," she said.  "That's the taste of yourself.  You feel how
wet my fingers are?"

   "Uh huh," she said, around Helen's hand.

   "That's how much you want this.  You're soaking wet down there.  You
love it.  You fucking love what I can do to you, don't you?" She pulled her
fingers out, and shoved the buzzing tool back down against Laura's cunt. 
There was a definite sort of wet, squishing sound.

   "Y-yes...  mistress..." Laura gasped.

   "You want more, don't you?"

   "Yes, mistress."

   "You'd have me do this to you every day if you could, wouldn't you?"

   "Yes, misstr-" her reply became a moan, her thighs bucked, and Helen
withdrew the vibrator suddenly.

   "Oh no," she said, "not yet.  You don't get to come until I say so."



   Helen's voice became stern and cold.  She certainly seemed capable of
very rapid changes of temperament.  She gripped Laura's face with wet
fingers.  "You come before I say you can," she hissed, "and you're in
trouble, 523.  Serious fucking trouble.  Understand?"

   Laura nodded vigorously.

   "Good.  Let's continue."



   Helen covered Laura's mouth with her hand as the vibrator was returned
for yet another round.  She was being rougher now, forcing it hard up
against Laura's genitals for long periods at a time.  She thumbed the
switch, and the vibration reached its most intense setting.  Her hand
silenced Laura's cries, whose legs were trembling.  She bucked and writhed,
trying to distance herself from the thrumming implement that Helen was
pushing up against her.

   "Don't you dare come!" Helen shouted.  "I'm not finished with you yet!"



   She set the vibrator aside to work with her hands some more, and Laura
gasped and panted while Helen's fingers plunged deep inside her, moving
rapidly.  The tension in her whole body was unbearable: every time Laura
took a breath, it felt like she might finish, and yet she had to fight with
all her will not to do so.  She didn't want to think about what might
happen if she failed.  She needed to please her mistress.



   Laura gave a desperate, frustrated cry, concentrating all her effort on
containing herself.  The vibrator was brought back, and she clenched her
fist and bit down hard on her knuckles, scrunching her eyes shut.  She was
shivering, even within Helen's firm grasp.  Beads of sweat trickled down
her forehead and her back.  Helen was breathing heavily too, as she applied
her skills to Laura's body.  The need to come was absolutely unbearable.



   "Are you going to finish, huh?" said Helen.  "Are you going to disobey
me?"

   "Nnn- no, mistress!"

   "Do you want to come?"

   Laura's answer was another desperate cry.

   "Ask me for it!  Ask for my permission!"

   "Please, mistress!" she begged, "Please let me come!"

   "Again, like you mean it!"

   "Please let me come, mistress!"

   There was an unbearable pause.  Laura thought she might not be able to
contain herself a second longer.

   "You have my permission, 523."



   Laura cried out at the top of her lungs as she was finally allowed to
let the orgasm explode through her.  She heard Helen laughing as her whole
body convulsed; Laura threw her head back, and the lights on the ceiling
became impossibly bright.  The intensity showed no sign of abating, she got
through several lungfuls of air as she moaned through clenched teeth, her
fingers digging into the bed covers.  Her body felt different than any
orgasm she'd had before.  Something seemed to have been released - some
kind of pressure, part of the overwhelming pre-climax sensation, had
suddently vanished.  When she was eventually able to focus her vision
again, she looked down to see that there were several squirts of clear
liquid on the sheets between her legs.  Her thighs were wet and sticky.  It
definitely wasn't pee.



   "See," said Helen, "I told you I could make your body do things, didn't
I?"

   "I...  yes, mistress...  oh..." Laura was having trouble remembering how
to speak.  Another, smaller orgasm emerged from nowhere in particular and
seized her body again, like some kind of aftershock.  She had only
completely calmed down after perhaps ten minutes of lying in Helen's grasp,
while the girl stroked her hair and whispered into her ear what a good girl
she was, and how she had done very well to ask for permission first like an
obedient plaything should, and how she was proud of her.



   Laura was left to gaze at the ceiling while Helen gathered a few more
things from around the room.  She laid them down on the dresser, and then
sat patiently and waited for Laura to come fully to her senses. 
Eventually, Laura sat up.



   "Thank you, mistress," she said.

   "You're welcome, 523." Helen's smile was different this time: more
genuine, somehow warmer.  "There are a few things I'd like you to do now,
though."



   Laura looked over at the things Helen had laid out on the table.  There
was a sleep mask and a ball gag, the kind with a hollow, perforated ball.
From talking with the other girls, she knew that kind was more
uncomfortable to wear, but didn't make it as hard to breathe.  There were
two sets of metal cuffs, and also, incongruously, a pair of long, striped
socks, and matching panties.



   "Go and get cleaned up first," said Helen.  She pointed at the other
door, presumably an en suite bathroom.  "It looks like I'll be changing the
bedding, anyway."



   Laura did as she was instructed.  The bathroom was nicer than the
spartan shower rooms the attendants usually cleaned the girls off in -
there were no bare copper pipes, no grubby tiles.  Laura took her time in
having a warm shower.  Not too long, though.  She felt like she shouldn't
keep Helen waiting, lest she grow impatient.  She wondered what would
happen to her once she was wearing the restraints that had been laid out.



   She finished cleaning herself, dried herself off, and returned to the
bedroom.  Helen was waiting for her, and the stained sheets had been
replaced with fresh ones.

   "You can put them on yourself," she said.



   Laura pulled on the underwear that Helen had picked out for her.  The
cuffs should be left until last, she supposed.  She put the sleep mask on,
and then pulled it down around her neck, so she could reposition it later.
Helen handed her the ball gag, and she placed it in her mouth.  She
fastened it, and reached for one of the sets of cuffs before seeing that
Helen was shaking her head.

   "Nice and tight, 523.  Another notch."

   The ball slipped back further into her mouth as Laura adjusted the gag.
That made it quite uncomfortable, pulled back right in behind her teeth -
she could have closed her lips around it completely, were it not for the
width of the strap at the corners of her mouth.

   "That's better," said Helen.  "You probably want to sit on the bed,
now."



   Laura took the cuffs over to the bed and sat down on the edge.  She
snapped one set closed around her ankles, and the internal ratchets made
clicking sounds as the cuffs constricted around her.  There wasn't any
movement in the mechanism at all, as if they were forged from a single
piece of metal.  Laura closed one cuff from the second pair around her left
wrist, but Helen stopped her before she fastened the other.



   "Lie down, now," she said, "I want this to be like a hogtie, with the
cuffs interlinked.  So that your wrists and ankles are together."



   Laura lay down on her side.  If her hands were going to be behind her,
she'd have to blindfold herself at this stage.  She pulled the sleep mask
up over her eyes, made sure it was arranged comfortably, and then groped
around behind her.  She bent her legs, and managed to grab hold of one
foot.



   "That's it, 523.  So that the cuffs are linked."



   It was tricky to do without being able to see, and even harder given the
awkward position, but eventually Laura managed to manoeuvre the restraints
around each other.  She clicked the last cuff closed around her other
wrist, and was finally able to relax her muscles, her limbs now held in
place by the restraints.  She also began to realise that this was a rather
uncomfortable position to be restrained in.



   "Good," said Helen.  She checked the restraints for security, apparently
satisfied.  "Very good.  Well, I'll leave you like this for a little while,
I think.  Maybe longer.  Someone will be in to check on you.  Have fun!"



   There was the sound of the door being opened, and the latch clicked shut
a few seconds later.  Laura was left to squirm in her bonds.



   --



   Elsewhere, an attendant brought Zoe to a room opposite the laboratory
that used to be her workplace.  The new girl was waiting for her.  Some
glass ampoules were laid out on a table next to a bed, and a few more boxes
of equipment were stacked at its foot.



   "Here's the girl you asked for," said the attendant.  He kept hold of
Zoe's wrists while pushing his foot against the back of her knee, forcing
her to down to the ground.  "She's not tied up or anything, though.  How do
you want her?  Straitjacket?"

   "That's not going to be necessary," the girl said.

   "Can't have her unrestrained," he said.  "Security and all that. 
Apparently this one got some stupid ideas about escaping," he said,
twisting Zoe's arm until she was forced to lie down on the ground.  She
grunted at the pain.  "Can't have that happening again.  So what's it going
to be?"

   "Oh," the other girl looked uncertain, "put her in a straitjacket then,
I guess."



   It was only a short while before Zoe was bound up tightly and securely
in one of the white garments, arms crossed over her tummy and enveloped by
its long, tapered sleeves.  The attendant shoved her down onto the bed.

   "I can gag her too, if you like."

   "No, no," the girl said.  "That's not necessary.  That's all.  You can
leave now."

   Zoe cautiously allowed herself to feel a little relief that her
restraints might not be too strict today.

   "You sure?  Miss Stanford said you'd probably need some help."

   "It's fine, really."

   "I don't think I should leave you alone with her," he said.



   The other girl sighed.  Her expression seemed uneasy, somehow.  She
glanced down at Zoe briefly, and then back up at the attendant.

   "You know how much Miss Stanford, um, enjoys her work with the girls,
don't you?" she said.

   "Yeah, so?"

   "I want to be left alone with this one," said the girl.  "You
understand, right?"

   She tousled Zoe's hair.

   "I think only Miss Stanford is allowed to do things like that," said the
attendant.  "She doesn't let us help ourselves to the girls any more, not
after what happened last time."

   "Miss Stanford," she said, "doesn't need to know, does she?"

   "You don't want to get on the wrong side of her, believe me," he said.
"Ain't worth the risk."

   "Ten minutes."

   "No."

   "Give me five minutes with her."

   "No."

   "Okay, fine."



   The attendant stood against the closed door, arms folded.  He scratched
his neck with a gloved hand.

   "Sorry, 's just the way it is," he said.

   "I know, I know" she sighed.  She fussed around with the things laid out
on the table, flicking through some sheets of paper stapled together at one
corner.

   "Oh, shoot," she said, "she needs to be cleaned out before I can give
her this compound.  Can you go and get me an enema syringe?  And a basin,
as well."

   Zoe groaned.

   The attendant didn't seem convinced.

   "Oh, come on," said the girl, "what do you think I can do in the two
minutes that you're gone?  Christ.  I do work for her too, you know.  I'm
not going to do anything stupid.  Either you can go and fetch it, or things
are going to end up really messy here, and then you'll be the one cleaning
it up."

   There was a long pause.

   "All right," said, reluctantly.

   "Thank you."



   The attendant departed, and the girl sat beside Zoe on the bed.

   "Please," said Zoe.  "Not an enema.  There's no way that's necessary. 
Come on.  Please don't." She still had very unpleasant memories about her
last one.

   "I needed an excuse to get him out of here, that's all.  We need to
talk," the girl said.