Tamara's Extreme Bondage
Part 5
She vaguely saw his arms reach over her shoulders and grasp the suit-attached
helmet, then he pulled it up over her face and head and she felt yet another
layer of thick rubber clamp itself firmly around her skull when he pulled its
heavy-duty zipper fully closed and locked the tab into the fitting at the nape
of her neck. He spread more of the adhesive onto a wide, full length flap on one
side of the zipper, then still more into a slight depression on the other side,
and pressed the flap firmly down into the depression. The chemicals quickly
dissolved the surfaces and welded the fastener out of sight.
For a few seconds nothing more happened, then slowly, he forced her to lift her
chin again and wrapped a wide posture over-collar around her throat. He
tightened it firmly, ensuring that she would always be aware of its presence,
then she felt a slight pressure at the back of her neck and another little click
when it too locked closed. The choker-collar was moulded into the structure and
like the layers beneath, allowed the restraint rings of her steel one to project
through reinforced eyelets. She raised her mitts to her head slowly and with
some difficulty, only to find that they bumped against a thick clear bubble, a
full three inchs away from her masked face! She trembled with renewed panic,
fearfully realizing that she was utterly imprisoned by layers and layers of
thick reinforced rubber, with no means of removing any of them by herself.
"That ought to keep you under control for your 'education' my dear!" he murmured
to himself while he prepared the rest of The suit's equipment.
Whistling tunelessly, he bent down before the trembling, silent, and
rubber-encased female. She was unable to look down at him and see what he was
doing thanks to her restricting collars and the lenses clamped over her eyes. It
was but the work of seconds to join the inner rings of her ankle cuffs with a
short, thick, flexible steel wire. Unthinkingly, she attempted to look down; but
the collar did as it was intended, and when she persisted, began to choke her
quite efficiently. She bit down harder on the slightly resilient mouth-filler,
then tried once more to open her jaws or shift the sucking monstrosity in her
mouth with her tongue. The gag-pad remained firmly in position. Tamara wondered
in burgeoning terror what he was going to do to her next.
She didn't have long to wait.
"Now, let's tighten that corset up a bit more." She knew she was going to die.
There was still another 3 inches to go on the horrible double corset. He
wheeled over a lacing machine and it completed the task. A 17 inch waist was
finally achieved. She felt she would be cut in half.
He urged her to stand, then clamped a wide, thick, stainless steel belt around
her already small waist. It locked closed over her spine with a loud click, then
he used its ratchets to pull it even tighter around the already minuscule waist
of the corset. He picked up each of her mitted hands, cradling them a moment
while she stared haplessly out at him through the distorting lenses and clear
bubble covering her masked-obscured face, then, he quickly threaded a long
dangling chain through the tip rings of the mitts and locked it to the inner
restraint ring on each cuff. She tried to pull her cocooned hands beyond his
reach, her ragged gasps hissing through the fluttering air-ports of the mask;
but he easily locked the chain in place. The restriction of the doubled rubber
encased arms prevented any easy or quick movement, even though she wanted to
fling her hands away to avoid having them being fastened.
Turning away, he walked to the wall and pressed a button inside an opened switch
panel, while she stared blindly after him, her mind boiling with panicky arousal
as she still tried frantically to shake the locked chains loose from their
connections. It was no use of course and the flailing loops of glittering links
only served to heighten her appearance of enslavement.
Slowly, despite her fighting to prevent it happening, her arms were drawn high
above her head until a moment later she swung freely in mid-air before him, her
encapsulated head twisting silently back and forth in protest when her weight
began straining her shoulders and arms. The toes of her questing boots swayed
slowly back and forth a foot above the cement floor. When he came back towards
her she tried to kick at his vague shape; but the restriction of the wire hobble
and the very tight layers of rubber on her legs put an immediate stop to her
attempted rebellion. Grasping her left foot, he slowly pulled it off to the side
and clipped a chain from a floor mounted ring to the outer restraint ring of her
hidden ankle-cuff. Again, she struggled frantically to avoid being immobilized
any further; but only the sounds of her ragged gasping breaths, hissing from the
air intakes on the helmet, could be heard in the otherwise silent room. He
disconnected the hobble-wire and pulled her right leg far out to the side also.
It was clipped to another waiting chain, so that now she hung spread-eagled and
vulnerable before him. A triangle of exposed flesh was the only part of her body
remaining in contact with open freedom and it descended from just over her mons
then back through her legs. That was about to change. The gleaming little
U-shackles embedded in her clitoris and vaginal lips demanded his attention.
Returning to the wall, he briefly activated the hoisting mechanism once more.
She was quickly strung bow-tight, quivering with the tension.
"Now for the 'piece de resistance'!" he murmured, smiling with anticipation when
he picked up her specially-made crotch-plate from the bench.
He walked over to his rubber-encased female strung between the floor and
ceiling, then bent forward and inspected her delicate, hairless pubic area,
framed and presented to him by the open crotch of her suit. Humming happily, he
coated the gleaming, ten inch-long, two and a half inch diameter vaginal dildo
lavishly with more of the electrolytic contact gel. He repeated the procedure
with the 8 inch by 1 1/2 inch butt plug, ensuring that the thick-walled hollow
anal tube was heavily coated. It would allow permanent plugging and waste
removal as needed.
She hung twitching spasmodically before him while he fingered and teased her
lower lips and rampant, ringed clitoris, then he carefully introduced more gel
into her most intimate parts. She was already coursing with her own juices of
masochistic arousal. He picked up a thin walled catheter, spread her lips and
inserted it into her. In seconds the tube was flowing with urine. She felt the
uncontrolled release. Once in a syringe was used to inflate a small inflatable
collar. It was now impossible to remove. He fed the loose end through the
crotch plate.
"Time for your 'Lower Toys', Tamara." he murmured to no one in particular and
began inserting both the dildo and the butt plug simultaneously.
She bucked wildly against her thrumming chains as they slowly and inexorably
penetrated her quivering, protesting body. The vaginal plug in particular was an
evil construction. It had, along its entire length, stubby vanes projecting
outwards a full 1/8 inch from the curved surface. They pressed intimately into
the sensitive inner flesh of her birth canal, and when he rotated the plug
slowly while maintaining the pressure, she felt them in the most astounding and
uncomfortable way possible.
Tamara grunted in agitation from the disturbing sensation of their terribly
uncomfortable penetration of her most private and delicate parts, and within her
imprisoning rubber suit she writhed in helplessness while she was thoroughly
impaled, jerking violently against the chains that held her a suspended
prisoner. Behind her gag she tried frantically for him to stop; but the
combination of the large mouth pad, the throat-tube, and the nostril plugs
efficiently stifled all of her protests. She could only thrash silently and
madly in her tensioned bondage while he teased, then ruthlessly penetrated her
with the huge phalli. The collars, as they were designed to do, kept her head
held erect, preventing her from looking down to where he knelt before her. Her
body automatically protested against the stretching and plugging sensations she
was experiencing with such intensity, for they were beyond anything that she'd
ever before experienced or imagined. Finally, the cool inner surface of the
crotch-plate itself clamped against the sensitive flesh of her permanently
depilated lower belly, sealing the last of her skin away from the outer world.
He held the curved steel plate firmly in place while he locked the tough straps
that would keep it anchored. Although she wasn't aware of it, another series of
electrical contacts now pressed firmly against her clitoris and anal sphincter
ring, in addition to those embedded at the tips and along the lengths of both
plugs. He smiled quietly to himself with thoughts that she was going to be in
for some very interesting surprises. It took only seconds to cinch all the
straps tight and lock them into their buckles; then he picked up her long
Inhibitor Bar and snapped it into the external connection point of the vaginal
plug.
He released Tamara's legs from their spreader-chains. They hung straight down,
slowly swinging back and forth; brushing against the long, evil, and rigid
projection of the 'Bar. When they encountered the intruder between them, she
twisted violently, jerking her legs away in an effort to escape the alien shaft;
but it was an easy task for him to again hobble her with short, thick, wires
from each ankle-cuff to the ring at its tip. The effects of her increasing
isolation, suspension, and having to concentrate to get each gasping breath
subdued her, for the moment. He took one of the dangling outer-ring-attached leg
spreader chains and locked it also to the large ring at the 'Bar's tip. Finally,
he lowered her to the floor and released her wrists from the spreader bar, then
immediately joined their protruding rings with a short length of very heavily
linked chain that dragged her arms down. He guided her slowly back to the stool,
each hesitant step uncomfortably snubbed by her hobbling wires.
