Tamara's Extreme Bondage
Part 4
He'd had her dentist, a friend of his, make impressions of her teeth and mouth
during her last examination, then the special mouth-filler was created from the
moulds. The gag-pad thus created was made in a such a shape that once inside her
mouth it would keep her teeth slightly separated, yet fill it utterly. Its size
alone ensured that she would bite down and would continue to do so for as long
as it was in place. This natural tendency would ensure that the pad sucked
itself into secure contact with her palate and the interstices of her upper and
lower teeth and gums, the dentist had assured him, and that she'd not be able to
get it out even if she had the use of her hands! Tamara would definitely require
his assistance to break it loose, once it was completely in her mouth. For a
couple of moments he fiddled with a soft outer panel attached to the mouth-pad,
ensuring that it nestled comfortably between her cheeks, teeth and gums along
the sides, and between her lips and teeth at the front of her mouth. Two other
soft yet insistent ridges on its bottom, slowly insinuated themselves along and
under either side of her tongue, fully immobilizing it too. He made sure that
the wide semi-rigid inner rubber flap at the front was spread evenly between her
teeth and lips, then carefully re-checked the entire fit. Satisfied, he pushed
the chin-cup slowly up and into snug contact both under and around her lower
face. Tamara panicked, twitching her head back and forth in fear, attempting to
spit out the huge, deeply projecting gag-pad. Her throat pulsed with garbled
protests inside its steel entubement; but he continued holding the mask firmly
against her face.
"Stop that!" he commanded when her eyes snapped open, filled with consternation
and growing terror. Her tongue shivered within its grove on the underside of the
gag, but the soft rubber ridges that had slipped into position stopped nearly
all of its movements. Nevertheless she still tried desperately to force the
sucking rubber horror out of her mouth.
"Nnnyyynaagg! Nnn-mmmph!" she whined faintly, her mitted hands rising and trying
to bend towards her face. His hand kept the lower portion of the mask clamped
tightly.
"Settle down Tamara!" he commanded. "I told you it would be uncomfortable! And
there's more to come. Now, close your eyes again and let me finish putting it on
you. It has to fit perfectly."
She gradually ceased her semi-strangled protesting, gasping through fear-flared
nostrils inside the prickly surfaced thick rubber casing. Her complaints were
muffled to only faintly heard murmurs.
"OK, Tamara. Bite down hard." he commanded.
With automatic obedience, she found that her teeth slipped even more deeply into
their impressions in the pad. Although she tried to bite through the tough
rubber, she quickly discovered that its dimensions wouldn't permit her to close
her jaw! To her horror, when she attempted to open her mouth the suction she'd
unwittingly created held her jaws securely together. She tried frenziedly to
twist her head. Her eyes snapped open and she again attempted to bend her
useless mitted hands to her face, strangled protests vibrating her throat while
her legs kicked mindlessly. Under the thick rubber of the oppressive mask she
attempted to curl her lips back over the wide inner flap between them and her
front teeth; but it was far too wide and firmly seated to allow her to manage
without his helping fingers. Where before her front teeth would normally have
been visible, now there was only a seamless pink band with a gleaming, three
quarter inch diameter stainless steel fitting at the centre.
"NNNNnhhh!!" she whined, gesturing frantically towards her stoppered and sealed
mouth.
Now she was silenced. He began cutting off her long flowing curls with a pair
of scissors, she freaked moving her head as much as the collar would allow but
it wa no use, one clip at a time she watched years of beautiful growth fall to
the floor. Next he began shaving her scalp with a pair of electric shears,
there was no stopping it. When he finished with her head he attacked her brow
removing her final remnant of femininity. In seconds she was hairless. He
coated her scalp and brow with hair remover to complete the task. He had
completely removed her former soft beauty and replaced it with a bizarre look of
rubber and shaved flesh. She knew there was something very permanent about her
position.
"Yes, I know. I know." he murmured soothingly, stroking her already bald head.
"It'll be a little difficult to get used to at first I guess. Now I want you to
just relax and close your eyes again while I fit the rest of it, OK?"
She flinched, wondering what on Earth more he could do with the horrid mask. As
he filled her ears with rubber silicone she noticed things really started to
quite down. He tugged and stretched the slippery thin skin tight latex hood
rubber over her head. It was so tight she knew she wouldn't be able to stand it
long. She sensed that it seemed to have glued itself to her face. It had, in
fact, done just that. Before picking it up to put on her, he'd coated the inner
side of the device with a special, long-lasting, skin-bonding adhesive. She'd be
unable to remove her mask, even if her hands were free!
Next he carefully began to fit two resilient, tapered, latex tubes into her
nostrils. She went into a paroxysm of shaking and twisting while he slowly
pushed them further and further up into her nose and he had to cradle her
shuddering head in the crook of his elbow to hold it steady while the tubes
slowly insinuated themselves deep into her sinuses. Once in place, they sealed
themselves fully, slowly expanding from her body heat, their adhesive coatings
bonding to the inner surfaces of her nostrils. She tried desperately to claw
away his restraining arms with her mitts, writhing frantically against the wide
securing strap anchoring her to the seat. Her booted feet scissored uselessly in
mid-air with silent, spastic protest.
He removed her thin wire nose ring and reinserted a lubed 3/16 inch polished
silver one through the rubber mask and back into her septum. It took some
effort to get it through the grommet in her nose. Once in it had an ominous
look of utility. With a pair of vice grips he closed the ring and cold soldered
it permanently in place.
"OK, Tamara!" he said jovially, moving to the bench again, "I'm going to add
another little innovation. This might be difficult for you to take at first; but
I want you to persevere with it." he stated, looking down into her widely
apprehensive brown eyes. He lifted a long, slippery-looking tube so that she
could see it.
Tamara stared for a few seconds then arched her brows at him in mute fearful
inquiry.
"Oh, yeah. I guess I better tell you what this is, hmmm?"
She nodded her head as emphatically as her collar would allow.
"Well, Sweetie, this is how you'll be fed and how you'll drink while you're
wearing your mask and helmet." he explained with gusto. "This end slides through
a hole in your gag-pad, then it goes down your throat and into your stomach so
that when it's time for you to be fed, or get a drink, you won't choke or
breathe the stuff in. This means, of course, that I'll be able to keep you
inside everything almost indefinitely!"
Her head shook with an emphatic No!! and again she tried to twist herself away
when he moved the thin, slick looking, double-walled tube closer to her rubber
obscured face. It was no use. In a second he'd slipped the tube's steel-rimmed
end into the fitting on the front of the pink band concealing her teeth, between
her parted lips. Tamara desperately tried to clamp them on the slippery invader;
but the wide inner sealing flap kept them too far spread. A protesting whine
hissed from her entubed nose, and tears began to brim in her fearfully dilated
eyes as he prepared to insert the thick tube.
"Now Tamara," he said as though this was a perfectly normal procedure, moving
around behind her, "as soon as you feel it at the back of your throat, start
swallowing! You'll find that it goes down quite easily after the first second or
two. If you don't think about retching the sensation will go away. Are you
ready?"
Wild, mute denial flared in her eyes as her head twisted; but with an arm under
her chin and around her neck, he easily bent it back so that she was looking up
into his concentration-filled eyes, her throat now straightened and ready.
Slowly and steadily, despite her tearful and desperate twisting and turning, he
began forcing the feeding and watering tube into the gag-pad. She tried in vain
to twist free of his cradling and clamping grip, her whines and muffled sobbings
of protest swelling her throat, barely filtering past the swollen nostril tubes.
Suddenly she felt the slippery thing at the back of her throat! She trembled and
convulsed like a plucked string; but somehow managed to start swallowing almost
immediately. In seconds the thick-walled tube was passing in slow inches down
Tamara's oesophagus. When the flange at the end came up against the fitting on
the pink band concealing her front teeth, he gave it a half-twist and gentle
push to lock it in place. The flange snapped home with a small snick from the
joining of the metal union. The tube's other end was now deep inside Tamara's
stomach. Taking a small bladder-like pump in his hand, he popped it into the
fitting, then gave it a couple of quick squeezes. Inside her oesophagus, the
double-walled tube sprouted a series of expansion rings along its length,
completely closing off her throat when they mushroomed outwards; seating it
solidly and preventing her from being able to regurgitate! Far down inside her
stomach, after three more quick squeezes, the end of the outer wall of the tube
swelled into a small ball, ensuring that any throat or stomach contractions
couldn't force the tube upwards. When this happened, Tamara went into another
frenzy; twisting and thrashing from the sudden and completely unexpected
discomfort, tears of fearful distress flooding from her wildly staring,
terror-filled eyes.
"There, Tamara!" he said complacently, ignoring her gag-stifled sobs of
discomfort. "That's the worst of it ... for the moment."
She was becoming truly afraid now. How would she ever get any of the things
inserted into her head and mouth out? She couldn't make any noise, no matter how
hard she tried! The only sounds she heard were her own private pleadings for
release echoing hollowly within her mind.
Still cradling her head firmly, he began fastening the web-work of the inner
mask's securing straps. The shock-pads, mounted on the mask's smooth inner
surface, came into unrelenting contact and seconds later her entire head except
for a small oval of skin around each eye and a delta of skin between her legs
was encased in the thick, impervious man-made rubber. The confining and
obscuring mask cupped her chin firmly, forcing her to keep biting down on the
gag-pad, and when he tightened the wide strap over the top of her head it forced
her to do so even harder. The widest one, around the back of her neck, secured
the mask fully, pulling it plus a wide inner mouth strap firmly against her
lips, thus rendering her absolutely silent. The narrower sets; one at each
cheekbone, one below each ear, and one between her eyes, all acted to weld the
face mask in place, permitting only faint hissing breaths to emerge from its
chromed hose mountings. When it had clamped to her face, she'd felt additional
clicks within its structure as the feeding and watering fitting was forced into
its mating joint on the gag-pad and at the same time, she'd felt an insistent
pressure on her nostril plugs as they too connected themselves to her air supply
fittings. She was now trebly fastened into the device. The locks fastening each
strap emitted more little clicks of metallic finality when they slipped into
self-locking receptacles. She looked up at him with an expression of desperation
mixed with anger and fear; again raising her mitted and useless hands, trying to
bend them close enough so that she could attempt to pull away the enveloping
horror locked onto her head.
"Just relax for a minute, Tamara!" he scolded with false irritation, cinching
the last strap tight and pressing it into the lock-buckle.
He stood before her, smiling while she stared helplessly up at him, almost
mesmerized; tears of discomfort and fear slipping from her eyes out onto the
glistening rubber of the mask and leaving trails of dampness after them as they
slid downwards. She twitched her head again, trying to let him know that she'd
had enough; but she couldn't speak!
"OK, kiddo!" he said enthusiastically, ignoring her attempted protests and
tears, "It's now time to put on the security mask, and then the helmet."
Once again, she shivered in frantic negation; but he brought over the next
dully-gleaming rubber appliance anyway and began the process of enclosing her
quivering head within it. This helmet was basically just a thick rubber bag that
snugly encased her head and neck, completely covering the under-helmets and all
the fastening straps and locks of her Inner Mask. It was equipped with thick
built-in eye-cup lenses whose edges mated into the deep channels on the outer
surface of the rubber that already surrounded her eyes, and thus sealed her
nearly completely inside The suit. The long collar was designed to go under the
neck-piece of the still-opened suit, concealing the presence of the steel collar
already locked in place. Once he'd smoothed the shoulder extensions underneath,
he smeared both surfaces liberally with a quick-setting cement, then rolled the
still opened portion of The suit's body up and over the tacky surface, welding
the inner helmet to the body portion. She was a prisoner within a very secure,
reinforced rubber encasement.
The cups over each of her eyes were actually special lenses. Thanks to their
inner multi-faceting, they disconcertingly starred her vision into dozens of
little views of the outer world, simultaneously turning them upside-down and
effectively blinding her. She didn't know it yet; but with the flip of a switch,
the smooth outer surfaces of the bulbous lenses would instantly turn to a
mirror-bright surface; while inside, her eyes would encounter nothing but an
absolute blackness The lenses were a new development in laser optical quartz
that he'd discovered a few months before. Without the continual application of a
small and specially-encoded electrical current to them, they'd retain their
surface mirror-finish on the outside yet remain completely opaque on the inside!
For the moment she could still see him vaguely, thanks to a small battery
embedded in the helmet. When he'd finished fitting it she found that her hearing
had diminished to the point that only the susurration of her blood flowing was
audible to her, thanks to her previously fitted ear-plug/hearing aids and the
deep, sound eliminating domes incorporated into the helmet itself.
Tamara had to make a consciously effort to get each breath and the mouth-seal,
hearing aids, the horrid tubes up her nose, together with the tightly-laced
corset, soon reduced her to taking only short, panting gasps.
"Oh my God!" she wailed to herself inside her rubber imprisonment while she
tried to twitch her fingers inside the mitts, "What have I done?" For the moment
she'd forgotten that they'd set no time limit on her time in The suit.
