Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hoop
Title: Incarceration Ch.7
Part: Chapter 7
Summary: The other three girls are forced to watch a group of men have
their way with Emma.
Keywords: FF, MF, bd, nc, sad, rape



   The girls had been brought to a tiled room that was partitioned across
the centre with a glass wall.  Arranged facing the window were three chairs
of heavy construction: thick metal cuffs were bolted to the arms, with
another pair to accommodate the ankles of the person seated.  There were
other devices of indiscernible purpose on the stainless steel surface of a
nearby table.  Helen held one of the devices in her hand as she spoke,
adjusting delicate wires and clips.

   "I've prepared a quite arduous session," she said, "for one of you four.
The interesting thing is, you get to choose who participates."

   The girls glanced at each other, unsure of what to think.

   "Well then," said Helen, "you have two minutes to make your decision."

   She went back to adjusting the devices.  She was grinning, a little more
enthusiastically than was sane.

   Emma was the first to speak up.

   "That's it?  What actually happens to the one of us who's chosen?"

   "That would spoil the surprise, 641."

   "But that's bullshit!  That's-"

   Her arms were spread in an incredulous gesture.  She took one step
towards Helen, and felt the tip of one of the attendant's batons resting on
her shoulder.  She turned around to see the masked figure shaking his head.
She crossed her arms.

   "This is stupid," she said.

   Emma looked at Zoe.  "Perhaps you should volunteer, seeing as you're
new. You've suffered less than the rest of us."

   "I haven't!", she protested.  "What do you call what happened
yesterday?"

   "It didn't hurt you though, did it, Zoe?  As I recall you ended up quite
enjoying it."

   "That's not the point.  It doesn't count if you don't want it to happen
to you."

   Emma smirked at Zoe's failure to refute her point specifically.



   "I think Zoe needs to catch up with the rest of us," she said.  "It's
only right she gets her fair share too, wouldn't you agree?  Claire? 
Laura?"

   Claire looked as if she was trying to be somewhere else.  She was
staring at the floor, careful not to engage.  Laura, however, was more
outspoken.

   "If we're talking about who's gone through what, Emma, all you've had to
'endure' is Claire being forced to eat you out.  While she was being
electrocuted.  You don't seem particularly remorseful about what we had to
do yesterday, either."

   Laura steped closer to Emma.

   "In fact, perhaps if you participated in this, you'd be better able to
empathise with us, and less eager to volunteer the newest, most frightened
of us for some unknown torture."

   "Well what about you?" said Emma.  "If you're so concerned with
everyone's wellbeing, why don't you do it, then?"

   "Tell them." Laura grabbed Claire's hand to get her attention.  "Tell
them, Claire, what happened this morning."

   Claire would not make eye contact with any of the others.

   "They...  they made me pee on her," she mumbled.  "It wasn't my fault!"
she added.

   "So there we go, Emma.  Claire's been electrocuted, force-fed, and
violated by that same fucking chair that I have.  Zoe's been tazed
unconscious before you and I held her down and practically raped her, and I
got to start the day with Claire pissing all over my face.  So on the
balance of things," she finished, "it sounds like you're up, Emma."

   Emma's face dropped.  She looked for support, and found none in Zoe, who
was giving her a cold look.  Claire wasn't looking at anyone.

   "Fuck you, Laura." She spat the words out.

   "Maybe if you were less eager to volunteer someone else..."

   "I was trying to make it even!  She's newest!  She's had the least done
to her!"

   "Same goes for you."

   "But-"

   "That's two minutes," said Helen.  "And it sounds like you've made a
decision." She gestured an attendant, who stepped forward and placed a hand
on Emma's shoulder.

   "Wait!" she said, "We didn't properly decide!  We-"

   The other girls could clearly hear the crackling electrical discharge as
the attendant prodded Emma in the ribs.  He grabbed her wrist, and started
dragging her out of the room.

   "No!" she thrashed her legs around.  "NO!  I won't go!"

   Another jab from the shock baton.

   Her screams were quieter once the door had closed behind her.

   Zoe's arms were crossed tightly as she hugged herself.  Laura shivered
once.

   "Well that was interesting," said Helen.  "It's quite fascinating
really, seeing the sort of dynamics that can develop in something like
this."

   "You're sick, Helen."

   "Maybe," she said.  "Maybe...  still, I bet you're curious, aren't you?
As to what you've just signed her up for?"

   "Couldn't care less," said Laura.

   "Oh, come now.  You don't mean that."

   "I don't want to play these stupid fucking games!"

   Helen stepped very close to Laura.  It looked as if she was trying to be
intimidating.  With Laura standing six inches taller than her, her attempt
was largely ineffective.

   "It's not a game," she said.  "And it's not stupid."

   She turned to the two remaining attendants.

   "Make them comfortable," she said.

   Zoe was the hardest for them to subdue.  She put up a spirited effort,
landing several completely ineffective blows on one of the attendants
before they forced her down into the chair and fastened the manacles around
her wrists.  Her ankles were clamped into place, and her knees were
seperated about two feet apart, held in place with leather straps.  A thick
metal collar held her head largely immobile.

   Laura had been uncooperative, obliging them to shift her around like so
much dead weight.  She knew they would overpower her, and had decided to
save her energy.  For Claire, all it took was for Helen to hold her hand
and gently encourage her towards the chair.  She sat down by herself, and
obediently waited for the attendants to fasten her restraints.  Zoe looked
appalled at her lack of struggling.

   Helen had picked up a black box and placed it on the floor.  Its surface
bore an array of electrical connection sockets.  She returned to the table,
gathering up a handful of small, plastic shapes which had long tails of
wire.  She plugged them in to the box, and then stood up with the objects
in her hand.  She produced a roll of tape from her pocket.

   "Little vibrators," she explained.  "Nothing momentous, but they should
make you feel reasonably good."

   Helen unzipped Laura's jumpsuit down to the waist.  She held one of the
grape-sized shapes against Laura's nipple, and secured it in place with two
strips of tape.  Her other nipple followed.  Finally, she reached down
inside her suit to tape a third device nestling against her clitoris.  She
knelt to flip a switch on the control box, and the pellets emitted a
barely-audible buzz.

   "Like I say," said Helen, "perhaps they don't feel incredible now... 
but over time, that tickling feeling tends to become far more pleasurable."

   She attached devices to the remaining two girls.  Zoe wiggled around,
trying to dislodge the small object that buzzed insistently against her
intimate parts.  The tape held it firmly in place.

   Helen picked up one of the devices she had been adjusting before.  It
was a small clip formed from bent wire, with a delicate spring mechanism
attached to the hinge.

   "I won't patronise you by explaning," she said.  "You will have realised
that whatever happens to Emma is going to happen the other side of the
glass, for you all to see.  But it's important that you don't miss the
show."

   She placed fingers above and below Laura's eye, and pulled it open.

   "Hold still," she said.

   Laura was desperately trying to close her eyes as Helen brought the clip
towards her.  The cool metal slid beneath her eyelid, first at the top,
then at the bottom.  Her eye strained as it darted around, trying to escape
the intrusion.  Then, with a small clicking sound, the clip was locked into
place.  Laura could already feel her eye stinging from the inability to
blink.  Helen placed a drop of liquid in her eye from a pipette, which went
some way towards soothing the irritation.  The other clip was attached, and
Laura was forced to regard the room beyond the glass partition with a
constant, wide-eyed stare.

   Zoe was protesting from alongside her.

   "Helen!  You can't do that, you'll end up blinding someone!"

   "The Ludovico technique worked fine for Alex," she said.  "Although I'm
doing it in reverse here, I suppose."

   She placed her hand against Zoe's crotch.  "Because the idea here," she
rubbed her thumb against the vibrator, pushing it inwards, "is that you'll
end up enjoying what you see."

   Zoe scrunched her eyes shut.

   "Oh, Zoe, why must you make things difficult?  The longer we take here,
the longer before I can see to Laura.  I imagine it would get quite
painful, without eye-drops, and without being able to blink."

   Zoe's eyes remained firmly shut.  Laura made uneasy noises as her eyes
started to sting.  Eventually, she snapped.

   "Fuck, Zoe!  Just let her do it!  OW!"

   Laura was forced to endure as Helen slowly applied the clips to Zoe's
eyelids.  By the time she recieved more drops of the fluid, her eyes were
starting to turn bloodshot.

   Claire was the last.  After that, Helen took up a routine of pacing
between the chairs, attending to each girl in turn.  They stared into the
room beyond the glass wall, waiting.  Each of them was becoming restless as
the vibrators continued to buzz.  Helen smiled as she pulled the material
of Laura's suit away to reveal a moist patch on her panties.

   --

   Being nude and blindfolded wasn't helping Emma's anxiety about what was
coming next.  They had strapped a metal ring into her mouth to force it
open, and she was feeling more and more worried about what might end up
inside.  She stumbled along, jostled on either side by unseen bodies,
before feeling the texture of the floor change beneath her bare feet.  She
was walking on tiles.

   She stood still.  The others who were shoving her seemed to have
disappeared.  She tilted her head back, trying to peek out from under her
blindfold, but the fit was snug, with no light getting through at all.  She
experimentally tried to lift her hands to her face, but the cuffs around
her wrists jerked to a stop as her ankle restraints were tugged upwards. 
Chains jingled.

   She heard the sound of a zipper being undone, somewhere over to her
left. She backed off, and bumped into the wall.  A hand grabbed her on the
shoulder.  How many people were in this room with her, anyway?

   Another hand on the other shoulder.  She could feel that they touched
her through the smooth barrier layer of some kind of glove.  They pressed
down insistently, and she was forced to her knees.  The hands lifted, and
then she felt them either side of her face, holding her head in place.

   The zipper she had heard suddenly took on a particular significance. 
She pressed her tongue up against her ring gag from the inside, trying
desperately to dislodge it, but it held firmly in place.  Her mouth gaped
open.  She heard faint sounds of movement from somewhere in front of her,
and then her tongue was pressed down by the mass that was pushed into her
mouth.

   She held on to the desperate hope that it was just somebody's finger. 
Then it kept pushing in, and the warm, smooth surface slid against her
tongue.  The flavour assailed her tastebuds - a trace of salty, mucuous
liquid borne from its tip.  She was forced to accept the reality of the
situation.

   Emma tried to pull her head back, away from the penis that was now
prodding at the back of her throat, but the hands held her in place.  She
felt the organ withdrawn, and shoved back in.  Wiry hair brushed against
her nose.  Her assailant pulled out and rammed home once more, and she
retched as it reached the back of her mouth.  It slid over her tongue,
lubricated by her saliva.

   She tried to make it as uncomfortable as possible for the intruder,
pushing her tongue hard against the underside of his penis and crushing it
against the roof of her mouth.

   There was a swishing noise, and then a crack as something impacted
against the sole of Emma's foot.  The pain came a moment later, a burning
line scored across the skin where the cane had impacted.  Her cries of pain
were muffled by the engorged penis in her mouth.  It was shoved in further,
and its owner held it there while she gagged, a fistful of her hair
gathered in his gloved hand.  Another swish, and a searing line was struck
across her other sole.

   She was more compliant after that.  A few more thrusts, and then the
cock was removed from her mouth.  She gasped breathlessly.  A mixture of
spittle and precum trickled from her lips.  She was not even able to spit;
her mouth remained tainted by that foul taste.  A few seconds' respite and
the assailant shoved his cock back in, fucking her mouth in a relentless
rhythm that had her gasping and choking for air.  She started to rub the
underside of the organ with her tongue - it was clear what her eventual
fate was here, and the sooner the man finished, and his penis returned to a
flaccid, unuseable state, the better.

   Her garbled moans continued for minutes more as she fellated the organ.
Eventually she felt it twitch and tense, and she cringed in anticipation of
the act's conclusion.  It quivered inside her mouth.  She felt a stream of
warm, thick fluid surge against the back of her throat.

   The cock was withdrawn.  She drooped forward, but then found her head
forced backwards as a hand grabbed her by the chin.  She was made to face
upwards, having had no opportunity to expel the ejaculate from her mouth.
It slid towards the back of her throat.  As it touched her throat, she felt
herself start to choke.

   Swallowing was difficult with her mouth propped open, but it was the
only solution.  She disgusted herself with the wet noises that came from
her throat as she was forced to gulp down the warm mess, in order to avoid
suffocating on it instead.  A hand rubbed at her throat.  Soon, it had all
made its way inside her.

   Her blindfold was pulled off suddenly, and she squinted, taking a moment
to adjust to the light.  She found herself kneeling in the middle of a
circle of five attendants, their featureless masks gazing down at her. 
Beyond them she could see a window that divided the room in two.  Claire,
Laura and Zoe were seated the other side of it, squirming against metal
bands that held them down into their chairs.  They apparently had no choice
but to spectate, with their eyes forced open by metal clips.  It was also
evident that the girls were being stimulated by the small objects taped to
their nipples and genitals, each of them trailing wires to a control box.

   Emma's attention snapped back to the attendants as she felt a booted
foot rest against her collarbone.  The man pushed, and, with her hands
still bound, she was unable to prevent herself from falling over backwards.
They grabbed at her legs, pulling them out straight.  Her hands came to
rest at the small of her back, pulled by the linking chain.

   They parted her legs, slowly.  A pair of attendants took one foot each,
and spread her wide open while a third unzipped his trousers.  He knelt
before her, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it a few times to bring
himself to a state of readiness.  Emma's tummy muscles strained with the
effort as she tried to sit, and she soon found herself lying face-up as
another of the men placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the
floor.  There was a cold, moist feeling on the surface of her genitals as
one of them applied a blob of lubricant.

   She felt the man enter her.  He slid up inside, and she gave a moan out
of sheer, frustrated helplessness.  The blank masks continued to stare down
at her silently, and she decided she would be better off closing her eyes.
Emma wished she could likewise nullify the regular, wet sound of the
attendant's violation.  Her buttocks shifted against the floor as he thrust
into her with greater and greater vigour.

   Emma sighed as the man let out a grunt, and she felt a surge of warmth
inside her.  She grimaced in disgust.  To her dismay, the spent attendant
quickly stood and swapped places with another, who knelt down in the same
position.  His cock was already hard when he produced it from his trousers,
and a fresh onslaught commenced as he started to fuck her with a renewed
energy.  This one's cock was larger in comparison to the modest girth of
his predecessor, and Emma felt herself start to ache as she strained to
accommodate him.  He was fucking her more deeply, and she could feel her
body responding to the stimulation.

   By the time the third attendant had started his work, Emma was having to
make a conscious effort to hold herself from climax.  She hated her body's
blind response to the simple, physical stimulus, but the feeling continued
to well up inside, whether she wanted it to or not.  Halfway through the
fourth attendant she admitted defeat, and let out several breathless moans
as the long-delayed orgasm finally suffused her body.  Animal pleasure
combined with psychological disgust.  Her warm, post-climax glow was
tainted by the circumstances under which it had been brought about.  The
remaining time until the fourth attendant finished was particularly
uncomfortable, due to her increased sensitivity.

   They set about cleaning her almost immediately after the fourth had
finished.  A pair of them stood her upright, whilst another held a handful
of paper towels between her legs as the messy remnants drained out of her.
They cleaned her reddened genitals with moist, disposeable wipes.  They
removed her ring gag, and she closed her aching mouth, finally having the
opportunity to spit onto the floor.  The taste, however, still lingered.

   Her feet stung as they guided her out of the room.  The cane marks had
swelled into bright red lines, making each step painful.  She looked over
her shoulder on the way out, and saw that the other girls were also being
released from their bonds.
   She wasn't sure how she felt about seeing them again.