As Christina climbed into the car Cat spoke in an almost apologetic tone "I'll need to get home sooner than I had planned, I'm afraid."
"It's OK, I'll just need to get a cab home then." Replied Christina rapidly.
"I'm sorry." Apologised Cat meekly.
"Its ok," spoke Christina "but can you please help me get these things on?" referring to the neck corset and steel ware on her belly, as the chair was flat to let Christina not go through the hassle of tight-lacing at the club.
"Yeh, sure." Spoke Cat nervously.
The rest of the journey was healed in restrained silence because of the assortment of jewellery the girls were wearing, and when they split up, and that was the last time Christina saw Cat ever again.
As Christina wandered around the exhibits someone was watching her, planning, plotting knowingly, and that person ordered the spiking of her drink of the house special, a kick in the teeth (a mix of lemon, lime and carbonated water) that she drank through the tube in her gag, and in 10 min she had fainted in the toilets, on the floor. In 5 more min her shackles were connected to the roof of a transit van and she was blindfolded.
Half an hour before she woke up, she was dragged and tied up to a bar to wake up.
When she finally woke up, she attempted to call out and then to scream, but she was stopped by the gag in her neck corset. How ironic, she thought. The main thing that she had worn to show her freedom was preventing her from keeping it, and escaping from this prison.
As she struggled against her bonds, she heard somebody walking round her, inspecting her, viewing her from all sides. She guessed that it was a man from the fact that she could not hear any heals clicking on the floor. Christina struggled harder, hoping that this was her knight in shining armour, but a gruff (she was right, it was a man) voice answer her rattling “Don’t struggle, it wont help your situation.” Said the voice out from the darkness.
“So, she’s awake then.” Spoke a younger voice from her left.
“Yeah, do you think that I would be speaking to her if she wasn’t!” The gruff voice spoke indignantly.
“Sorry Boss, of course you wouldn’t, boss” Spoke the younger one, afraid of a backlash.
“You Moron!” Screeched the Boss loudly “why don’t you just tell her all our names and the entire plot!”
“Well, I’m Johnny, and were going to… ” Johnny started, but did not get time to finish, as he was cut up by the boss hurling abuse “Not literally you moron! I was just being sarcastic!” he blared out in a never ending crescendo, echoing off the walls.
From the sound of his footsteps, Johnny was retreating as fast as he could, without getting another barrage from the Boss.
So she was left there, hanging, swaying near the psychotic man known only as ‘The Boss’. Then even he left the room, and Christina was left wondering why she was here, who ‘the Boss’ is and why he chose HER!
Her mind was reeling with answers to the questions, was he Sophie’s new husband to be, following out orders from Sophie to seek revenge? Was it a rivals plot to stop her before it was too late, as greed was a major factor in becoming a layer, or was it a fireman, who thought she was getting too close to the secret he was hiding for some corporation? These all seemed plausible, but not one rung true.
She slowly drifted off, and some time later, she woke up to the sound of footsteps. It was the Boss and what she guessed to be 5 or 6 lackeys. They circled her like jackals, whispering to one another about an “isolation tank”, and then she was rapidly sedated with miraculous accuracy.
When she awoke, she panicked. She had on what felt like a modified gas mask, and she couldn’t move. This didn’t make her freak out, if anything it turned her on, it was more the fact that she seemed to be floating.
She started to go mad, as there was no time, space or distance to judge her existence on, and slowly she mutated into a slug of human pupae, weak and wrinkled, sustained only by the drip in her arm.
After some time Christina was hauled out, incoherent and confused. When she finally came to her senses, she started to struggle. They underestimated her majorly, and she soon had an arm free from her captors, freed her leg, and then utilised them to free her other limbs. She spun at horrific speed, her limbs colliding with random objects, animated and non-, in equal measure, drunkenly swinging as if it were some kind of ballet vertiton of the final battle of Macbeth. Finally after one of the men pulled upon her supporting ankle, whisking her off her feet, and throwing her on her back like a pro.
In a couple of seconds, they were all up, surrounding her, and jumping on her, cuffing her arms and stretching her legs to stop her from struggling. Christina’s struggling finally stopped, and she heard and felt the beams of the camera flash land upon her restrained body.
This went on in numerous positions, sometimes with a strong pulsating member destroying her viginity. At the look of her distress, the boss told her that she should enjoy it, as it would be her first and last chance at sex, which made her buck only more, and then she resigned to pinning.
She was left at the end of a horrible day on an equally horrible mattress, hog-tied, and was told to get some rest, as tomorrow she was going to loose her ability to have sex, or do just about anything. This worried her maddeningly, as she roared into a heightened state of awareness, and because of this, sleep was not forthcoming.
They released Christina from her boards, but warned her not to struggle, or it would get much worse for her, and since she had given up, she let them untie her. Next they placed a tube into her holes and filled her mouth with another device, and then, when they had sealed on the corset, she realised that this was her greatest fantasy come true, to be sealed in a set of devices from chasti-permalock, the Corset, but plug, chastity device and gag were all permanent. There was only one person that knew about this, thought Christina, was Cat. Could it be that she had staged all this? She thought, as they placed on the chasti-permalock blindfold, and just as it was on, Christina heard Cat speak to her “Yes, I found your stash of chasti-permalock information and decided that I loved you sooooo much that I would give you just what you wanted. And by the way, happy birthday Christina, as it is the 22 of May. I thought this was better than any party, and a good present to give you, and as you can probably guess, all the devices are set permanently and will torture you, just as you wanted for the rest of your existence. Good bye Christina, as now you will see no evil, speak no evil or hear no evil.” Cat finished, just as they put in the chasti-permalock earplugs, and lowered her into the coffin. Then they lowered her into the hole and filled it with cement, sealing her in forever.
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