The Sarcophagus
Chapter 9
Finally, he seemed happy with the positioning of the upper portion and she
felt the imprisoning top begin to press against her. The ratchets of the tightening
mechanisms made a rapid clicking when he forced it down, and there seemed to
be dozens of them. Of course she couldn't hear them closing, nor could she feel
them, thanks to her deafness and the insulating effect of the thick foamed rubber
inner lining of the Sarcophagus. The first that closed were the those located
around her legs, then the ones on either side of her hips and waist engaged
with a rapid clicking finality. Next came the ones on either side of her rigidly
held arms and chest; then he closed the final sets on either side of her neck
and those around her head, fully securing the entire front part of the encasement.
All of her fastenings inside the Sarcophagus were now locked fully away from
view and access so that only a gleaming black exterior was visible and even
the locks for the internally mounted tongues of the ratchets were barely visible
on the outside, thanks to their black finish and smooth mounts. The halves of
the covering were slowly and inexorably pressed more firmly together and further
ratchetting clicks sounded in the small cell until the entire length of the
edges was joined together in an airtight seal. He took the next minute to check
then lock them all securely. For brief moments she was still permitted the small
freedom of her sight; for a highly specialized panel had yet to be fitted into
the heart-shaped opening framing her terrorized face. All that could be seen
of it now was a few small area of skin, bound within the strict latticework
of the thick rubbery straps.
She lay there completely immobilized, staring frantically out at the world
from within her imprisoning Sarcophagus. The opening on the front of the helmet
portion emphasized her face, recessed deeply within the thick black lining,
sunk nearly five centimetres in the high density, foamed-rubber. Christine's
eyes flickered frantically back and forth, trying to see what was coming next;
but laying on her back with her head so far inside, she could only stare up
and out towards the concrete ceiling and a little to each side. In addition,
her peripheral vision was severely limited because of the depth of the eye-wells
of her facial harness. The technician returned with the final portion of her
containment device a moment later, and he began the process of preparing it
for emplacement.
The outer side of the face-plate was an almost featureless, slightly bulbous
surface that would completely fill the opening that currently allowed her her
only access to the outer world. The space between the convoluted inner rubber
lining and the smooth impervious outer aluminium shell was also, like the body,
filled with the dense, foamed rubber. The inner surface would mate precisely
to her facial features and web of restraining rubber, while on the outside only
a half dozen chromed fittings interrupted the gleaming expanse of the bulging
expanse. Around the periphery six more of the internal latches, equidistantly
spaced, would lock it securely closed. Four of the chromed fittings were on
the lower portion, the connection points for her air hoses and her water and
feeding tubes with the other two much smaller ones positioned about halfway
up the sides.
The inner surface of the covering was something else entirely.
At the position that would cover her mouth, a deeply projecting, specially
formed gag-pad projected, its free end tapering to a fourteen inch long throat
and stomach tube. Within the little pocket for her nose there were two long,
flexible, translucent nostril tubes. Also positioned on the inner front surface,
just above and to each side of the nose pocket were a pair of soft, thick pads.
These would mate exactly into the eye-wells of her facial restraint system,
designed to fit and fill them fully.
"I want to show you something." his voice whispered inside her head and her
eyes swivelled to look up at the face-plate he held with one hand and a long,
gleaming stainless steel rod in the other. "Now, watch."
He rotated the bulbous horror so that she could see, on each side and partway
down the curve, the flush-mounted, shiny metal grommets inset on the gleaming
black surface. "So what?" she thought; but only for a moment. He inserted the
rod into the mounting, then slid it slowly back and forth so that she could
see how easily it moved. The face-plate rotated and she stared in horror, up
into its complicated, dull black interior. Within the little pocket that would
soon imprison her nose, she saw the tapered, long, thick, and slippery looking
translucent tubes that would go into her nostrils, then to her stunned disbelief,
the needled tip of the long steel pin slid out of a hole on the side and through
pre-positioned holes in these tubes, disappearing through the other wall of
the nose pocket.
He turned the whole assembly slowly, and she saw the sharpened end of pin
emerge from the mounting hardware on the other side of the face plate.
"Once the pin has passed fully through the grommets mounted in your nose,
it'll be screwed into the fittings on the outer surface. At the right torque,
it'll snap off inside them. There's no way to get at it once that happens. Therefore,
the mask will be permanently locked onto your face and will have become your
new identity to the world. The same thing will also happen to your breasts,
when they're pierced again."
He didn't tell her that there was indeed a way to extract the rods. Her terror
was to be fed and played upon for the full effect of her conditioning to be
totally effective. She must know that she was being sealed away permanently.
" God!!! No! No! Nooo!" she inarticulately tried to scream, her eyes widening
in horror, a fresh torrent of tears pooling in the wells surrounding her eye
sockets. She'd never wanted to have any facial jewellery! Suddenly, confronted
with the inevitability of being fitted with the nostril bar, she fled into a
renewed, terrorized wailing; but of course could hear nothing. The howling "Nnnnoooo!!!"
of her despairing howl echoed only through the darkest chambers of her mind.
She couldn't even move her head! All she could manage to do was squinch her
eyes closed and pray that the procedure she'd been informed of was only to scare
her more than she already was.
Mostly, it wasn't.
"Very well, 130146." his voice interrupted her whirling, incoherent thoughts,
"It's time to fit you with this. Open your mouth!" He held the gag pad and its
dangling throat-tube closer to her face.
Struggling to resist as best she could, she pleaded desperately but incomprehensibly,
making her final attempt to escape her fate as her steel-encumbered tongue writhed
frenziedly against it's restrictions and impalements. A quavering wail tore
from her throat; but he disregarded the desperate sounds and the sobbing from
the eighteen year old woman bound and immobilized before him. Although it had
deeply disturbed him to see the and fear-filled faces and the steel-confined
bodies of young women be imprisoned inside their Sarcophagi at first; now, his
part in the process, no longer bothered him. Any females delivered into his
hands for emplacement in the horrific devices, he regarded only as prisoners
who were receiving their just deserts. Their terrorized pleadings and tears
no longer affected him while he encased then sent them off to their fates, whatever
they might be.
He lowered the final covering slowly towards her hysterical, contorted face.
She continued to beg; but of course could manage only to gag and shriek inarticulately,
thanks to the severe tongue restrictions she'd been fitted with. Then, as the
tip of the stomach tube moved the last inches inwards, her mouth opened in a
final, full-blooded scream. It was quickly choked off when he pushed the long,
slippery, thick and flexible hose from the back end of the gag pad between her
teeth and over her tongue, then slowly forced it to the back of her mouth and
started it down her throat.
"Begin swallowing!"
"Nnnnnyyyyaaaaagghh.... naaarrrgghh ...." she attempted to protest, retching
with reaction when she felt the thing begin to slide with horrible ease down
her oesophagus.
Partially sucking on it, swallowing convulsively, her mouth opened and closed
frantically while her immobilized tongue flailed uselessly to prevent the continuing
insertion; but her efforts did nothing to stop the process; in actual fact aiding
it. The larger and larger diametered hose slipped slowly further into her throat
while the formed pad came ever closer to her inarticulately working mouth. He
continued; pushing it past her teeth with some difficulty until the body of
the choke pear plopped deeply into the soft cavern. Her terrified noises ceased
abruptly. Inside, the upper clips on her tongue restraint appliance automatically
clicked with a horrifying finality into their eyes on the underside of the gag
pad, now fully immobilizing her tongue. Though completely efficient, the mouth
filler was in actual fact, since her tongue wasn't too deeply compressed, not
really uncomfortable to have to wear; but it stifled all of her inarticulate
cries utterly. She couldn't stop the retching reaction that shuddered her entrammelled
body, then to her added horror, the soft flexible tubes began to slowly and
easily slither up into her flared nostrils, penetrating deeply into her head.
The thickly padded lining in the helmet portion of the Sarcophagus had been
designed so that her mouth could open to accept the gag pad; but once closed
around it, the compression of the dense foamed rubber held her jaws clamped
firmly around its girth. For only a short moment, the whole piece rested gently
against her face. When fully secured, it would keep the evil things locked firmly
into her head, and she wouldn't possibly be able to expel them. Now, she couldn't
even separate her jaws enough to get the gag-pad out past her teeth! With a
horrible finality the face plate began then to clamp tighter and her throat
surged against the more and more uncomfortable penetrations of the gag and the
nostril tubes. The inner contours of the piece slowly imprinted themselves onto
what little of her flesh was still uncovered. At first, she'd closed her eyes
when the face- plate was positioned; but they'd snapped wide open a second later.
The soft pads over her eyes pushed slowly and unstoppably inwards, mating into
the openings of the eye-wells, then, the last sliver of light slowly pinched
off, leaving her to stare into an utter and totally black void. Her lashes brushed
against the slowly descending pads, and she automatically closed her eyes. A
second later the pads pressed gently against the sensitive membranes, sealing
them shut under inches of thick resilience. There was no stopping the process
and she was unable to open them again.
Very faintly, she felt the vibration of the ratchets on the covering plate
slipping through their locks, muffled slightly, then it clamped tighter and
tighter until she felt as if a vice had been fastened to every square millimetre
of her entire face. The last portions of each ratchet clicked through their
fittings and she knew that she was utterly sealed inside her Sarcophagus. Despite
the pressure of the device that penetrated and covered her face so intimately,
small tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes while she struggled against
the implacable compression. Her hidden, inner bondage could not be resisted
and another attempted scream of terrorized claustrophobia echoed through her
mind while she fought against the utter helplessness and depersonalization of
her encasement.
She could feel nothing now, other than pressure and immobility.
Breathing without difficulty, she wept inwardly at how helpless she'd been
made; almost mindless with overwhelming fear inside her rigid carapace.
No motions of her attempted struggling were translated to the featureless,
outer, shiny black surface. The technician quickly connected two corrugated
rubber air hoses to their fittings on the face-plate and the respiration assist
air pump was started, ensuring by force that she continued to breathe. The rubber-tasting
air hissed though the deeply inserted nostril tubes while she tried to get used
to the sensation of the cloying mask and harness affixed to her face and having
her lungs involuntarily inflated and deflated. The restrictions were so overpowering
that she couldn't stop the continuing wild screaming that struggled to pass
around the deeply plunging gag-pad and throat tube; but, of course, no sound
at all was heard outside the shiny casing. Her enforced enclosure in silence
was again interrupted by a voice from the outer world.
"Very good, 130146. You're fully secured now. It's time to do the piercings
then your Aversion Therapy will begin. As you were shown, there's one rod for
your nostrils and septum and another for each of your nipples. The breast piercings
will be set slightly deeper and at right angles to your current ones."
She heard nothing for a few moments and continued uselessly to attempt to
beg for release against her implacable gagging and feeding equipment; her face
muscles twitching spasmodically against the now firmly embedded facial harness.
The uncaring voice returned.
"It is time for your final Sentencing Advisory.
"Number 130146, you shall remain locked in your Sarcophagus for the term deemed
necessary by the Sentencing Authority; there to remain until your reconditioning
has been completed to the State's satisfaction." he read. "That completes the
Official portion, 130146.
"Let me add a few personal notes. You, young lady, will be forever changed
by your coming Therapy. The process to follow, as intended, will create a permanent
means of keeping you within your Sarcophagus, and will be accomplished by means
of the stainless steel needles I showed you. For the moment I'll leave the microphone
active, so that you can hear what's happening."
He connected two hoses to the apexes of each teat sucker cup on the hummocks
that contained and isolated her breasts, screwing them down tightly with a small
adjustable wrench. These looped to the floor, then crossed it to wall outlets
on a panel just below a set of gauges. He walked over and slowly turned a valve.
The doubled lines began to twitch rhythmically; although no sound was heard
inside the cell. She didn't feel the vibrations of these hoses being connected
to her breast cups; but when the suction came onto her nipples, she became almost
hysterical. At first it wasn't bad, then the vacuum grew stronger and stronger
in a pulsating rhythm that she couldn't escape. To her added horror, her own
body began to betray her! She felt her straining, pierced nipples erect of their
own volition! The varying suction rapidly aroused her flesh and her garrotted
breasts throbbed and jerked to the insistent tugging at them. She tried to beg
for it to stop; but the gag-pad and throat-tube eliminated all of her cries.
Inside the gleaming black encasement, Christine felt the sudden jerking tension
of the suction at the tips of each of her already inflated breasts and longed
desperately to caress her turgid and suddenly super-sensitive flesh as soon
as the suckling started; but she could only lay trapped and helpless as her
fleshy globes began to be dragged at more and more painfully.
The respirator bag pulsed rapidly with Christine's increasingly panicky breathing,
and he glanced quickly at the heart monitor getting its signals from pick-ups
on the rubber lining of the Sarcophagus. The entire set-up for Aversion Therapy
was computer-monitored and enforced. On the wall, the needles of the gauges
flickered back and forth with each flexing of the hoses, staying high in a green
banded area; with quick flicks into the red at every twitch of the snake-like
vacuum lines.
"I'll do the facial insertion first." he stated, pulling a stool close to
the side of the alter-like bed and preparing the longest of the thick-gauged
pins.
Slowly and carefully, he inserted the shaft into the right side grommet of
the bulbous facial covering. The inner surface of each silvery fitting on the
face-plate had very fine threads machined into it; but for the moment, these
had no obvious purpose. At first the needle slipped easily through the hole
with only the smallest of clearances allowing it to be moved inwards. It seemed
to go in a long way before encountering resistance: the first nostrils grommet.
The respirator breathing bag suddenly went from its now slowed and measured
inflations, back to jerky frantic movements of panic-stricken breaths. His knuckles
whitened momentarily and he twisted the rod slightly while putting more force
on it. The needle sank inwards a short distance then encountered another seeming
obstruction: her septum's grommet. His fingers twirled the shaft again and the
needle quickly slipped through the steel tube mounted inside her nose. An eternity
of five seconds later it again began to pass more easily into the outer steel
grommet with only another slight hesitation when it skewered through her other
nostril's grommet. Two seconds later, the shiny, sharpened tip emerged from
the other fitting of the faceplate. The breathing bag continued to pulse wildly
with Christine's gasping breaths and strangled screaming; but the room remained
utterly silent except for the sounds from the air conditioning vent high on
the wall. Her cries of horror were never heard, except in her own mind.
"OK. Time to secure." he stated to no one in particular.
He carefully inspected the shaft projecting a couple of inches from each side
of the faceplate, then took a pair of locking pliers and gripped one end. He
rotated the tool, slowly turning the shaft so that its finely-threaded portions
engaged the interior threads of the mountings. These slowly sank from sight
until a fine, pre-stressed groove disappeared into the fitting. When it was
below the surface, he suddenly twisted the pliers with a quick jerk. A sharp,
metallic twung! echoed through the room and the shaft snapped off, just below
the shiny outer surface. He moved around to the other side of the bed, nodded
to himself, then took the pliers, locked their jaws to the shaft, and gave it
a sharp twist. Another twung! sounded and he inspected the mounting again. Just
below the surface, he could see the glittering, snapped-off end of the steel
shaft, now tightly screwed into place and in no way accessible from the surface.
"Getting that out of there," he thought to himself, "is going to be one cast
iron bitch of a job, if it's possible."
Deep inside, Christine waited, horrified by the whole thing; but her air continued
to flow evenly and for the moment that was all she cared about.
Something suddenly touched the grommet mounted in her right nostril.
She shuddered as violently as her bondage permitted when she felt the thin
shaft slip through the grommet, then slide through the one in her septum and
on into and through her other nostril. Christine, completely unable to move,
fainted from the cumulative dread, yet the needle continued along its path and
out of the mount on the far side of the faceplate.
When she came back to awareness within her ebon confinement, nothing had changed.
Her nose too had now been made a captive and she could feel the intimate restriction
of the steel rod that locked her entire face utterly into the horrifying mask
and helmet. Her breasts were still being strongly attacked by the vacuum, for
they had now become only a means to torment her, and to produce milk. Again
and again she tried to scream into the gag only to have it, the throat tube,
and the tongue restriction devices foil her attempts. She heard the uncaring
voice again.
"OK. Now your nipples."
She desperately wanted to scream out that the pain would be too terrible,
especially with her nipples and breasts so tender and still being suckled. Besides
wasn't she already nipple-ringed? Of course nothing happened despite her desperate
desire to speak, and once more the respirator breathing bag pulsed rapidly while
she rose on another tsunami of fear.
At the base of each distended and sensitized nipple, dragged far out into
the teat suckers, she felt a sharp prickle while he carefully positioned the
needles in their vertically-aligned grommets. Although she mindlessly tried
to cringe her bulging and tumescent flesh away from the vacuum, she knew deep
in her heart that it was a hopeless attempt.
With a sudden thrust, both of the needles were simultaneously forced into
her vacuum lengthened nipples.
Their passage through the tender, blood-engorged and sensitized flesh was
swift and clean; but the pain was titanic! Within her rigid bondage Christine
thrummed like a beaten drumhead, screaming incoherently. The agony of the piercing
seemed to go on and on while her nipples were continually tugged at. A moment
later she felt four sharp vibrations, two from each breast, when the shafts
transfixing the tender flesh snapped off within their fittings. She realized
with certainty, now, that the cups were securely locked onto the badges of her
womanhood and a horrified realization that she'd never, on her own, be able
to remove the front panel of the Sarcophagus from herself. When the piercing
process had been completed, the Technician knew, as did she, that she'd been
locked completely away from the outer world. Even if the rest of the Sarcophagus
could be removed from her body, the upper portion would remain fastened firmly
to her flesh without any easy means of removing it. Certainly,
it could be done, with difficulty; but it wouldn't be a short or an easy process.
To add to her distress, her hearing suddenly disappeared again, leaving her
floating in total immobility and soundless blackness.
