Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Hoop Title: Incarceration Part: 31 Summary: Helen finds out how much of an effect the drugs have had on Zoe. Keywords: FF, bd, tort -- The drugs, Zoe realised, were not working. Either that, or the girl had given her a harmless injection of saline - perhaps Zoe had managed to get through to her with her pleas after all. It made sense that the girl, if she really was as competent as she said she was, might be reluctant to administer the drug, given its nasty properties. Helen, however, seemed pleased so far with the compliance that Zoe had been feigning. If she could keep up the act, convince Helen that she was truly incapacitated... perhaps she would let her guard down. She was left alone with Laura for a brief moment while Helen stepped out, locking the door behind her. Even if she had not done so, Zoe couldn't have done much in her current state, gagged and bound up in a straitjacket. Alongside her, Laura squirmed nervously, unable to see what was going on, but aware that something unpleasant was probably about to happen to her. When Helen returned, she was carrying a bowl of ice cubes. The implication seemed to be an unusually mild form of torture given Helen's usual proclivities. Zoe still shrieked when Helen dropped one down the back of her straitjacket. Helen laughed to herself. "We're going to have some fun with these," she said. "Well, you are. I'm going to watch." She removed Zoe's straitjacket, and Zoe stretched, glad of the freedom of movement. She briefly entertained the notion that Helen might leave her unrestrained, before she found a pair of handcuffs in a drawer and locked them around Zoe's wrists. "Too much freedom would be bad for your state of mind," she explained. "You might start getting ideas. You should still be useful to me like this, though." She freed Laura's hands and feet, using the cuffs to secure the girl's limbs to each corner of the bed so that she was spread out, lying on her front, her nude buttocks exposed. Helen took a pair of foam earplugs from a plastic bag in a drawer, rolled them between her fingers, and carefully inserted them into Laura's ears. "I wouldn't want her to hear my instructions," she said. "It would spoil the surprise. I imagine she's quite apprehensive now, not able to see or hear anything. The rest of her senses should be heightened, if you believe some people. So, let's find out." She took another ice cube and placed it on the small of Laura's back, causing the girl to jerk suddenly, toes curling. The ice slid off to one side. "That's no good," said Helen. "I wonder where it can go where it'll stay in place." She placed another cube in Zoe's hand, closing her fingers around it for her. She left Zoe to think about it while she fetched a towel from the bathroom. She lifted Laura's hips up and placed the towel under her. She gestured to the cleft of Laura's buttocks. "Put it in her ass," she instructed. Laura thrashed and squealed as Zoe, as gently as she could, pushed the ice cube inside her. Judging from the sounds she was making through her gag, the sensation was quite distressing. "Another," said Helen. The chains at the bed's corners clattered as Laura tugged at her restraints. She bucked her hips until Helen grabbed her around the midriff, pinning her down and ordering Zoe to continue pushing lump after frozen lump into the poor girl. "The interesting thing," she said, "is that the ice will melt at first, but it starts taking longer and longer to do so. It's probably very uncomfortable by now. She must be quite numb already. Don't stop. Put another one in." I'm sorry, Laura. Zoe repeated the words in her head as the girl's thighs shivered. A trickle of water emerged from her, and was absorbed by the towel. She was having trouble accommodating any more of the ice cubes, protesting vocally now as each successive one was pushed inside her. At Helen's insistence, Zoe was having to use more and more force to insert them. Eventually Helen allowed her to stop, and they both looked on as Laura writhed on the bed, moaning into the pillow with water every so often trickling out of her behind, along with the shrunken remnants of the thawed cubes. Her anus and the surrounding flesh had turned a rosy pink. Apparently satisfied with that part of the process, Helen lifted one of Laura's thighs up and dumped the rest of the ice underneath her, pushing down on her butt and mashing her genitals into the frozen pile. She held her there for a minute or so, instructing Zoe to help hold her down while Laura wailed and shuddered. Even after she took the ice away, Laura's breathing came in gasps as she dealt with the pain and numbness it was causing her. She was trembling all over now. Zoe stood up from the bed while Helen rearranged Laura's body, turning her over to lie on her back after freeing and re-securing her limbs. She straightened Laura's blindfold, which had deviated to one side during her struggles. Zoe saw that all the skin below the girl's abdomen had turned the same colour as her behind, this time marked with darker, purple indentations where the ice cubes had pressed into her. Helen guided Zoe to sit back down, and finally removed her ball gag. Zoe spat a long dribble of saliva, trying to be rid of the taste of the girl's genitals from before. Helen tutted disapprovingly. "How are you feeling, 271?" she asked. Helen placed a hand on Zoe's head, tilting it this way and that. Zoe offered no resistance. "Are you going to be a good, mindless little slave for me? Are you enjoying the drugs?" Zoe decided the simple reply of "Yes, mistress," would work best. She did her best to appear spaced out, zombie-like. "Did you like watching your friend squirm?" "Yes, mistress." "Shall we carry on and do some more fun things with her?" "Y... yes, mistress." "Shall I put you in sens-dep afterwards, until your brain turns to mush and you're like this all the time?" A jolt of panic, and memories of what the treatment had done to Emma, made Zoe's skin crawl, but keeping up the act was more important. If she gave an answer that suggested she was still thinking in any way, Helen might get suspicious. "Yes... mistress," she said. "So you'd like it, if I kept you bound and gagged and blindfolded in that room for, say, a week, and the only time you'd feel anything at all was when someone came to feed you through a tube or change your diaper?" Please don't let her do it. Please let this just be a test. "Yes, mistress." Helen's grin became a bit wider. "I don't have to, you know. You've been such a good girl so far, it seems a shame to punish you like that." She turned Zoe's head so that they were face to face, separated by a few inches. "Do you think I should put the other girls in there, too?" she asked. "I... I don't know, mistress." "Well, unless you have any other thoughts, I think that's what I'll do. Unless you think otherwise?" Zoe knew exactly how terrible the experience would be for them, especially Emma. Helen seemed to be giving her the chance to prevent it, but it was almost certainly a test. Maybe she wouldn't actually go through with it? Helen summoned an attendant, who arrived after she had sat down behind Zoe and draped her arms over her, stroking her here and there, even nuzzling against Zoe's neck once or twice, which felt horribly intimate. The man stood in the doorway, awaiting his orders. "Go and fetch numbers 641 and 314," said Helen, "and take them for sensory deprivation. Minimal contact. We'll be leaving them there for a week. Give them some stimulants as well," (Zoe could hear that Helen was smiling as she spoke), "so that they're lucid throughout. Don't want them sleeping through too much of it. These two will join them afterwards." "Very good, Miss Stanford. Anything else?" "Nothing, as long as 271 here agrees with my decision. I'm giving her the opportunity to change my mind. If she wants. What you do say, 271? Good idea?" Zoe was desperately trying to convince herself that it was still somehow a bluff. Surely Helen wouldn't deny herself the opportunity to torture them for a whole week. Well, to torture them directly - the alternative that was presenting itself was in many ways worse than physical pain. Maybe it would be a relief from the various torments? Maybe it would finally push all of them into a submissive stupor to the extent that they didn't care any more. She prayed that an opportunity would present itself, as she condemned the girls to their fates. "Yes, mistress." "All right." The attendant departed, and Helen lay back onto the bed, pulling Zoe with her. "I guess those drugs really are working, aren't they?" "Yes, mistress." "Good. Now, I imagine number 523 is still quite numb. Let's remedy that now, shall we?" Helen retrieved various things from drawers and cupboards - the room seemed quite well equipped. First was a pair of metal clamps joined with a short chain, which she had Zoe place on Laura's nipples. She positioned Zoe so that she was kneeling before Laura, in between the girl's spread legs, and then Helen sat behind her. She pressed a black, rectangular object into her hand, about the size of a TV remote. There were a pair of metal protrusions at one end, and Helen guided Zoe's hands with her own to depress a button on the device's side. Sparks crackled between the metal prongs. "Zap some feeling back into her," said Helen. "Start with her pussy." Zoe weighed the object in her palm. It was fairly hefty, and probably capable of delivering a very painful jolt to whoever was at the wrong end of it. She tested her cuffs, exploring the range of movement they afforded. Was there a chance she could use it on Helen? She was sitting behind Zoe, and, with her hands bound, it would be difficult to reach her, or to move fast. Helen had probably thought this through. She wouldn't put something like this into the hands of one of the girls unless she was confident they couldn't turn it against her. I'm so sorry, Laura, she thought. Please just put up with this for a little longer. Given that she was gagged, Laura still managed an impressively loud scream as Zoe held the prongs against her labia and discharged the device with a flash of blue light. Helen laughed and clapped. "Oh wow," she said, "I didn't realise it would be quite so effective. Do it again." Another shriek. Laura's pleas for Zoe to stop were as desperate as they were unintelligible, and the bed creaked as Laura wrenched at her bonds in a manic struggle. She was begging for mercy, repeating the same nonsense syllables over and over as Helen urged Zoe to discharge surge after surge crackling electricity into the helpless girl. She became drained of energy after a while, lying still, having given up the battle of trying to escape but still howling in pain at every shock. Foamy saliva trickled from the corners of her gagged mouth. Helen only had Zoe stop when it became clear that the discharges were leaving marks on Laura's skin where the electricity had entered. She took the device from Zoe's hands and set it down somewhere, and Laura's screams abated into a steady sobbing. Her head rested limply to one side. She was clearly exhausted. Helen removed Laura's earplugs. "I bet you'll be surprised when you see who's been doing all this to you," she taunted. She had Zoe kneel over Laura, and look down at her while Helen removed the blindfold. Laura blinked away tears, her eyes meeting Zoe's. "271 has been very compliant about doing all these things to you," said Helen. Laura sniffled, and let out a sob. "In fact, I think she enjoyed pleasing her mistress, didn't you, 271?" "...yes, mistress." Laura looked away. Zoe could imagine how she might be feeling, but she could explain herself later. For now, it didn't matter what she thought. "I don't think we're finished yet though, are we? Shall we carry on?" "Yes, mistress." "Mmmh! Mm-mmh," Laura objected. "I know I can trust you to behave with your handcuffs removed, can't I, 271?" "Yes, mistress." Helen unfastened one of the cuffs, locking it around Zoe's other arm so that she was wearing it like a bracelet. Zoe wondered if this might be a chance for her to act. Her pulse quickened, but she turned around to see that Helen was holding the shock device in her left hand, although having made no mention of using it again. She was still being cautious, Zoe realised, even thought she seemed to believe the drugs were doing their job. Judging from Laura's reactions, Helen would be able to quickly incapacitate Zoe if she tried to do anything unexpected. It looked like she would still have to wait. "You've paid a lot of attention to her pussy, but, 523's boobs have been left unmolested so far," Helen said. "I think we should change that." Helen unfastened one of the nipple clamps, revealing two purple lines where it had bitten into Laura's breast. She gasped, and bit down into her gag and moaned while Helen flicked the sore nipple relentlessly. She instructed Zoe to do the same on the other side. Laura was clearly in pain, but judging from her reaction, it was trivial to what had happened previously. "Slap them," said Helen. Zoe patted her hand against the side of Laura's left breast. "Oh, for goodness' sake, 271. Like this." Helen raised her open palm and brought it down to deliver a swift, stinging impact across Laura's left breast. A pink tinge was soon developing on her pale skin. "Now try again, 271. I want to hear the impacts. And look at her. You hear me, 523? I want you to look into her fucking eyes while you do it, you understand?" Zoe was unable to stop a few tears running from her own eyes at the pointless brutality of what Helen was making her do. She just hoped Helen hadn't seen them - Zoe wiped them away quickly while she pretended to run her hand through her hair. Laura looked up at her with a sort of resigned defeat, wincing at each smack while her breasts were thoroughly worked over. Zoe's hand began to feel numb and tingly. "Shift up a little, 271." Zoe moved up the bed, which necessitated kneeling on Laura's arms as she looked directly down at her face. The girl was obviously very uncomfortable. "Yes. Not very pleasant, is it, 523?" said Helen. "I imagine the pressure is doing terrible things to the circulation in your arms. The pins and needles should be quite an intense sensation. She doesn't have to stay there long, though." She turned to Zoe. "Slap her face. You can stop kneeling on her once you've slapped her ten times." Zoe delivered the first impact, which apparently did not impress Helen. "Harder," she said. "And it's twelve times now." Please forgive me, Laura. I don't have any choice. Laura had scrunched her eyes shut and braced for the first few impacts, but accepted the rest with minimal fuss, her head flopping from side to side with each impact. Zoe bit her tongue and swallowed against the lump in her throat, seeing Laura's tear-stained cheeks grow redder from the assault of her own hands. Helen finally allowed her to stop and dismount from kneeling on top of her, and Laura gave a loud groan at the feeling of the circulation finally returning to her arms. "You really will do anything to her, now?" "Of course, mistress." "Maybe you should do something to make up for all the pain. Kiss her, 271." It was less disagreeable than anything else so far, and Zoe obediently planted a kiss on Laura's upper lip, above the ball gag. "Lick her face," said Helen. Laura winced as Zoe slid her tongue across her cheek. She glanced to one side to see that Helen, judging from her expression, was deriving a lot of enjoyment from having Zoe do her bidding. Good, she thought. Just so long as she's convinced. She licked Laura's cheek once more, tasting sweat and salty tears. "You can take her gag out," said Helen. "So you can kiss her properly." Her voice was more eager than her usual, perfunctory orders. Laura managed half a smile once the gag was removed, glad to be rid of it, a small consolation among the many torments. It had left sore-looking marks at the edges of her lips. Zoe leaned down to kiss her, although Laura's lips were closed, and she didn't seem keen to reciprocate. "Don't be shy, 523. You girls have been closer than this before now. Go on, kiss her back." Helen slowly ran her tongue across her upper lip, and then she came and sat on the bed near to the girls, watching intently as they, having not been told to stop, continued to slowly and reluctantly kiss. "Good," she was saying, "good." "You just get comfy there," she said. "Lie down on top of her, 271. Put your arms around her." She did so, resting her face in the covers so that she was cheek-to-cheek with Laura. She whispered into Zoe's ear. "Fucking do something." "Wait," said Zoe. "Soon." She looked over to see that Helen was holding what was presumably a double-tipped dildo, a thick cylinder of bright green material that was doubled back in a "U" shape, its rounded ends decorated with various bumps and ribs. She had donned a pair of her usual gloves, and was applying lubricant to each end of the implement. "That's right," she said. "Lie down, face to face." She unfastened Laura's wrists from the bed frame, and cuffed them together behind the small of Zoe's back, effectively holding her down on top of Laura. She took Zoe's hands to shackle them to the head of the bed frame. As a result of no longer being able to support her weight with her arms, most of it was now borne by Laura, who wheezed at the restriction of breath. "Mistress... please, she can't lie on top of me like this," she croaked. "Hmm. I suppose you're right," said Helen. She let go of Zoe's wrist, allowing her to steady herself, and Laura to take in a deep breath once the weight had been removed. "There's not an attachment point on the ceiling either," Helen murmured to herself. "Well, it's not like you'll be going too far once this is all the way inside you." Helen pushed the double-tipped implement up inside both of them at once, joining them together at their genitals with a shaft of lurid green silicone. Both of them were surprised to find out that it also vibrated. "It's important to have something to balance out the pain," said Helen. "You did a good job, 271. This is your reward. Enjoy it." She paced around behind them and pushed lightly on the thing, ensuring it was firmly located and making Zoe groan as it probed her insides. Laura, being considerably more worn-out, was less responsive, simply lying with her eyes closed, content that the earlier onslaught seemed to be over. Something in her breathing changed, though, after several minutes of the device throbbing within them. Despite all her limbs being free, Zoe was frustratingly unable to move due to the impalement, and was obliged to remain kneeling on all fours above Laura, sweat running down her trembling arms as the pent-up orgasm grew within her, demanding release. When they eventually came, they were synchronised, maybe due to the fact they were now very intimately joined together by the device, and had felt exactly the same effects from it. Helen left them to experience it for a while longer afterwards, Laura grimacing with the discomfort of the continued stimulation of her genitals, sensitised post-orgasm. At least the electricity hadn't been too damaging to her, Zoe thought. Zoe sat on the bed after the implement had been removed from them both. She carefully watched Helen while keeping her head hanging down, trying to look tired and spaced out. The shock device was still in Helen's hand. Why was she still holding it? Was she still suspicious of Zoe's true mental state? Maybe it was just out of absent-mindedness? Unlikely. Helen stooped down to pick up the straitjacket from the floor. No, Zoe thought, if I end up back in that, I've missed my chance. She glanced at Laura, who widened her eyes at her for a split second. "I believe," said Helen, "we discussed a little trip to sens-dep for you all, didn't we?" "Yes, mistress." "Well, you know what that involves," she said, holding up the garment. "Put your arms out, let's get you dressed again." Zoe hesitated. She could not allow this to happen, not having come so close. She'd convinced Helen to relax her apparent policy of having them bound at every possible moment during their sessions, she couldn't waste this chance. "Now, 271," she said. Helen held the straitjacket open in front of Zoe. And then, finding her left hand already full, Helen put the shock device in her pocket so that she could hold the garment with both hands. I have to do something, thought Zoe. Now. She smiled drowsily as Helen pushed the sleeves of the straitjacket over each of Zoe's arms, and then smoothed the material down over her chest. Their faces were inches apart. She crossed her arms, and Helen reached behind Zoe to begin fastening the sleeves together at her back. "Mistress..." said Zoe. "What is it?" Helen withdrew her arms from around Zoe, and looked at her inquiringly. Zoe head butted her as hard as she could.