Tamara's Extreme Bondage
Part 9
A fiery blast of magma turned her entire body and mental core into a flooding
plain of scintillating sensation when she passed out in an overwhelming tidal
wave of whirling star-bursts mixed with the white-hot lances of searing,
agonizing shocks. She hung limply unconscious while her torments tapered off;
twitching, gasping, and sobbing with relief at their momentary cessation; still
hopelessly struggling to free herself. When she finally returned to full
awareness much later, still suspended in darkness and swinging gently back and
forth, she began to realize that it hadn't been a bad dream! She really was a
prisoner; gagged, blinded, silenced utterly, and helplessly bound, with no way
to escape from the man who, until now, she'd regarded as a free lunch to be
taken advantage of. Her nipples burned fiercely from the pulsating suction and
the penetration of the needles; but under the rigid cups she felt them begin to
stiffen again, pulling at the rings deeply embedded in their bases when more
shocks began to twitch her breast-flesh! The nooses around their bases had
relaxed their grip sometime during the process; but they began to reassert their
strangling hold on her once more. She screamed anew into her gag as her breasts
were once more snared into painful hemispheres of feminine vulnerability, and
again the automatic discipline cycle that her attempted screams triggered off
punished her terribly. There was nothing she could do to stop the process!!!
More screams of hysteria tore from her soul when the imperative impulses of
electrical energy increased in intensity, making the sensitive mounds of her
mammaries turn into horribly painful sensory organs. She had been quite proud to
flaunt them and tantalize all who saw her with their shape, movement, and
promise of delight; until now. The torturing of her breasts that she now
suffered made her wish despairingly that she'd never been born a female or had
breasts! Once more, the plugs buried in her loins began their irresistible
manipulations, making her thrash crazily in suspension while she was forced to
orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The sealed silo resounded only to the
clattering sound of her flailing chains, for her strangled shrieks were kept
fully contained within her masks, helmets and the looping air hoses. Finally,
eons later, Tamara realized that she'd probably slept after passing out; but,
despite still being enveloped in utter blackness, she could now feel herself
moving as she was hoisted up and back into the dungeon proper. He stood before
her looking at the mirrored bubble locked over her masked face, then flicked a
small switch on the remote control unit in his hand. Swiftly the bubble and
lenses lost their brilliant outer gleam. She could vaguely make out his face,
for he stood close in front of her. Her Master looked well-rested, grinning
casually at her while she teetered on her high-heeled thigh-boots before him,
exhausted and once more weeping silently and contritely inside her sealed
head-gear. Gagging on her throat tube and feeling the ones deep inside her
nostrils and sinuses twitch warningly, she nevertheless attempted to beg him to
free her of the horrid thing she was a prisoner within. All that resulted was a
small convulsion of her throat under the steel collar, itself buried beneath
layers of neoprene. He didn't even notice her attempt, and for her temerity in
trying to speak while under the control of the voice activated discipline
sub-system, her nipples and clitoris received a long pulsing series of
transfixing electrical shocks. She cringed and screamed even more, eliciting
further shocks, as always happened now, shaking her head what little she could.
Being a self-inflicted and escalating process, in seconds she writhed before him
in mid-air, her legs bicycling and thrashing spastically while she induced her
own discipline. As at other times before, the shocks eventually became too
strong for her to withstand and she fainted from their pain, ending the cycle.
When she returned to awareness a few moments later, he freed her of the
suspension chains and spreader-bar, then without a word attached a leash to the
tip of the 'Bar between her legs and snapped it a couple of times. An automatic
wail of distress tried to pulse from her throat and she writhed frantically
while suppressing the urge to scream and protest. Only small trickles of shocks
twitched her flesh this time; but she wanted it to stop! Please! Please! Stop!!
He was relentless and uncaring. She gave up her attempts to resist or speak and
was helplessly drawn to the next area of her re-education: the tread-mill. Once
she was positioned on its wide belt, he attached the two heavy, dangling,
overhead straps to the shoulder-rings of her under-harness, adjusted their
tension, then knelt and clipped the fore and aft Positioning Straps to the ring
at the end of the 'Bar, between her ankles, forcing her to remain in place. He
bent her numb arms behind her back and high up between her corsetted and braced
shoulders, locked the end-rings of her mitts to one another, then to the
protruding back ring of her steel collar. Her hands had been utterly removed
from her control. Tamara stood trembling and silently weeping with fear and
exhaustion, desperately striving to see what he was doing while the hoses and
wires connected to her Suit were re-arranged; but of course the lenses foiled
her attempts to see anything. Her legs slowly went limp and she collapsed in
shattered tears and gag-stifled wails of desperation, into the pervasive grip of
the harness; but only for a moment. When her full weight came on the
suspension-straps, it triggered a truly fierce sequence of shocks to her
clitoris, breasts, and tongue and with more strangled screams of agony she
staggered to her feet. His voice whispered over the head-set. "Hi there,
Tamara!" he greeted her, sounding disgustingly cheerful and rested. "How do you
like your anti-noise measures so far? I've turned down the threshold slightly,
so you'll be able to whine a bit; but no one'll hear anything. Was your first
full day of Discipline an educational one? A little strenuous, too no doubt? I
know that you did get some sleep while you were in the silo; so now it's time
for some exercise! I'm told that there's nothing better for the old bod' than a
brisk walk and some running, in order to get the corpuscles moving about
briskly! This machine you're attached to is going to ensure that you do just
that! Now, you needn't worry too much, as I've designed the program that runs
the treadmill to give you a good work-out without over-straining you. Be advised
though, that a little later it gets progressively tougher. I want you in top
physical shape and so you're going to be spending a lot of time on this little
beauty. Matter of fact Tamara, you'll spend every day on it from the time you're
awake until I either put you to bed or into the silo for the night." "Oh yes,
m'dear! I have, as mentioned, provided you with a bed in here; but you probably
won't like it too much either! When you're on it you'll be thoroughly strapped
down; in addition to having to undergo some 'corrective' experiences that you,
in particular, wouldn't normally associate with beds. "Yes, Tamara, the wheels
of justice grind slowly; but they do grind well, and you're going to learn that
it doesn't pay to screw me around! I've provided some background noises during
your 'Training' so that you don't go totally nuts from lack of input; but it's
nothing very exciting I fear. Only white noise. Anyway, now it's off to work for
me. I'll check in this evening when I get home. Have a nice day." He turned and
left while she struggled weakly to escape from her place on the treadmill; but
the front and back Positioning Straps clipped to her 'Bar made the plugs buried
in her abdomen twitch threateningly. The thick door of her new home swung shut
and locked solidly behind her. She tearfully had to remain in place, staring at
the blank wall some five metres feet in front of her. It might just as well have
been five kilometres! Then, the lenses covering her eyes darkened rapidly and
seconds later she was once more isolated in utter blackness, swaying slightly
against her tethers, her shoulders surging against the cruelly tight inner
straps snared down into their softness. With cruelly suppressed weeping, she
tried to cry out her desperate loneliness and contrition against the
mouth-filler and masks; but it was far too late for any remorse. The ear-plug
and helmet combination completely isolated her. She stood in silence and
blackness until, with a small tremor, the unseen belt of the tread-mill began to
slide backwards beneath the thick platform soles of her restricting boots. The
vaginal plug twitched warningly in her belly, making her quake anew with the
disturbing sensation and she had to begin walking to retain her place on the
slightly-inclined moving surface. Most importantly, she wanted to avoid making
the internal plug stir, despite her hobbles and the high heels in conjunction,
severely limiting her strutting steps. She was required to walk with quick,
restrained paces; but even then the wire joining her ankles to the 'Bar snapped
bar-taut with her every step. There proved to be no way for her to avoid making
the plugs move, thanks to the bondage of her ankles to the 'Bar, and in short
minutes she was panting in a welter of sexual arousal from the sensations of its
continual shifts and vibrations! At first it was fairly easy for her to prance
along on the moving belt; but soon the effects of the six-inch heels, the
compressing grip of the tightly-laced boots, and the twitching of the 'Bar and
plug assembly had her chest heaving within its tight harness and corset in a
deep and frantic need. All the while, the aches in her straining legs grew more
and more unbearable. She wept helplessly deep in her throat. The vaginal and the
anal plugs began to slide into and out of her body once more, even while she
walked! Small trickles of shocks began pulsing from them, out into her captive
flesh and her breasts flared with sudden agony when they were snared once more.
A severe vacuum then the electricity returned, sucking and shocking her engorged
flesh simultaneously making her twist and squirm frantically inside her
Discipline Suit and its integrated restraint harness, thrashing wildly to avoid
the unending assaults. Tamara though, was forced to continue strutting along in
her deeply personalized haze of half-pain/half-arousal, until finally she sank
exhausted into the support of the safety straps in a storm of unseen tears and
gag-strangled sobs. The shocks through her breasts immediately intensified when
the weight sensors unleashed ever more powerful pulses, mercilessly driving her
to her feet again after every collapse. She walked and was forced to run for
endless hours; only allowed to rest every twenty minutes, tearfully regretful of
the day that she had ever seen her tormentor and decided to use him as she had.
Tamara was alone; a helpless, secret prisoner in the house; scared almost to her
wit's end by that fact, and aware now that there was no possible way that anyone
would ever know that she was being tortured and forced to toil away in the
hidden dungeon. "What'll happen to me if he gets injured or killed? He won't be
able to return and release me!!" her thoughts whirled in horrified panic,
cocooned in blackness.
