Tamara's Extreme Bondage
Part 10
The awful realization that she could spend weeks, perhaps months, alone in the
hidden dungeon, automatically being watered, fed, and disciplined by the
uncaring computer, nearly drove her to mental collapse. This incredible and
horrifying possibility became too much for Tamara to bear and she fought
desperately to free herself, screaming hoarsely into her gag while ever stronger
agonizing and disciplinary shocks lanced into and through her tender flesh like
a thousand ragged needles of unending length. She was soon bathed in sweat
within the strict confinement of her Discipline Suit; the salty moisture adding
to the effectiveness of the electrodes placed all over its inside. Tamara was
kept in unending tears from the very nearly unbearable pain, its levels
increasing dramatically in duration and intensity whenever she tried to slack
off or resist. The faint background of meaningless noise through her ear plugs
was the only thing she could hear while she jerked continually against the
chains holding her hands prisoner high up behind her back and she couldn't ease
the cramps that had set in and were now gradually numbing them into useless
appendages. What seemed like years later he returned and released her from the
tread-mill, then dragged her across to the high plank of her bed. He said
nothing at all to her, keeping Tamara isolated in her Discipline Suit despite
her despairing, pleading twitches and shiverings. At one point she tried to sink
to her knees and beg; but the Inhibitor Bar immediately disciplined her with a
solid shock wave of discomfort when its tip banged into the concrete floor.
Trembling with exhaustion, she wondered how she was expected to get up onto the
so-called bed, bound and helpless as she was; but this problem was solved an
instant later when he easily picked her up and laid her out on its rigid,
lightly padded narrowness. Uncaring, she lay in a dazed stupor while he fastened
her down with a network of heavy leather straps and inside two minutes she was
held motionless but for the slight rise and fall of her rigidly-encased breasts,
ballooned into hyper-sensitivity inside their cups by the interior, garroting
rings around their bases. She struggled to breathe against the rib-straining
compression of her corset; glad to finally be off her aching feet and the
punishing high heels; able to relax, so she thought, briefly. She'd forgotten
his earlier comments. For a moment, he permitted the lenses over her eyes and
the face bubble to become transparent and stared thoughtfully down into her
dilated, tear-brimming eyes. No words were spoken, and she realized then that
she desperately craved the sound of a human voice, even if it was his, telling
her of more torments to come. He cruelly he switched off her vision thirty
seconds later, plunging her once more into unending darkness. Tamara had tried
desperately with her briefly revealed eyes to beg him for release; but he
ignored their silent pleas and smiled with a grim satisfaction when their terror
widened fullness disappeared behind the mirror finishes once more. He looked
down at his encased Slave Girl then pulled up a thick rubber sheet, completely
covering her and sealing her firmly strap-enwebbed figure deeply under the thick
and impervious black material. Only the bulbous, mirror-finished bowl over her
face and the shiny black dome of her thick rubber helmet were visible at one end
of the bed, while a little lower, the twin hummocks of her breast cups distorted
the shiny sheet. From the helmet and its underlying masks, and again at the
apexes of the projections of her breasts, the evil hoses and wires trailed
across to the steel plate, disappearing to their mountings in the wall of the
deep silo. "Sleep tight." he muttered, staring at the rubber-entombed occupant
of the bed, then walked over to the keyboard, tapped its keys for a moment, and
turned to watch. Beneath the imprisoning cover of the thick rubber sheet, Tamara
felt her horrid new Uniform equipment come to life again! With gag-strangled
pleading screams and gasps, she surged insanely against her implacable bonds.
Again and again she was ravaged by the all-over needling electrical currents,
the leech-like sucking at her nipples, and the pistoning of the plug in her
belly! Her compressed abdomen seemed to swell to enormous size when it filled
first with ice-cold then sweltering hot water and her hands and arms strained
against their securings while she struggled hysterically to free them and tear
away the mitts and Suit that held her so much a disciplined captive. She spasmed
continually against the sturdy straps, while on the other side of the room her
Master paused as he closed the door and watched the writhing, rubber-encased,
imprisoned young woman struggle to escape; or just ease her distress and
discomfort the smallest bit. He knew that if her breaking and training
encapsulation were to be fully effective, her lessons would have to be
constantly applied, despite how much she wanted them to stop. The door sighed
closed with a muffled thump, the electrically operated locks snapping closed
when the cell's lights went out. The deaf, encased, sightless, and tearfully
regretful female was once more left alone to her darkness and discipline. He
knew that her masochism would re-surface and she would rapidly become immersed
in the throes of multiple orgasms when she began to enter more and more deeply
into her 'training'.
