The Sarcophagus
Chapter 10
He opened the cell, and from a drawer in the outer room the two guards brought
a handful of wide nylon straps over to the Sarcophagus, then clipped them to
rings in the ceiling. The straps were each fitted with ratchet-equipped pulleys
about halfway along their length. They loosed the others that held the closed
encasement to the altar, then threaded the overhead ones through the vacated
tie-down loops, and back and through the ratchets. In short order, all were
pulled to a firm snugness, then gradually tightened until the shiny black case
had been raised about three inches above the surface of the high platform bed,
swinging gently back and forth.
In the outer room the Technician went to a large control panel and threw a
switch. Within the cell, the entire bed platform slid slowly off to one side.
What was revealed was a five foot deep, four foot wide, black-painted steel
box set into the floor beneath where the high, alter-like bed would normally
rest. At mid-depth, along the sides and end walls of this tomb, stout, yet stretchy
rubber straps hung; waiting to be clipped to the tie-down loops of the Sarcophagus.
At the top end, relieving the blackness, a shiny panel with a plethora of connection
points was inset. Hanging from these were the hoses and wires that would be
needed to sustain and monitor her during her Therapy. They would also control,
torture, and stimulate her during the long and drawn-out processes to come.
He returned to the cell and gave the shiny, black and vaguely female-shaped
case suspended above the containment a quick inspection, while the other two
reached down into the shallow chamber beneath and lifted out the first sets
of hoses. Her air supply lines. These were screwed tightly into their connectors
on the face-plate as soon as her others were disconnected, then they brought
up the water and feeding lines and fitted them to their connectors. Again, doubled
sets of hoses were clipped to their fittings over her breasts after they'd removed
the others, then they moved to her crotch with the remainder. One hose went
to her bladder catheter fitting and another, a vacuum hose, was mounted immediately
above: her clitoral vacuum line. A tripled and complicated-looking set was connected
to its receptacles on the underside of the Sarcophagus. Within her casing, Christine
felt the vibrations deep inside herself when this group clicked into place.
She'd been equipped with the hot and cold water enema lines and a waste evacuation
system. A thick umbilical cable was screwed into it's multi-pinned connector
at the top of her head casing, then others of the same type were mated to connectors
at crotch level, and on her chest, just under the bulging hillocks of her breasts.
The three of them spent the next minutes with small adjustable wrenches, going
around the gently swinging Sarcophagus, tightening the hose connectors, then
they sealed the large umbilicals of wires into their sockets by twisting down
hard on the retainer rings. These locked securely into place with final, mechanical
clicks. She was ready to be lowered. The ratchets on the pulleys clicked loudly
as she slowly descended into the tomblike recess in the floor, then, when the
Sarcophagus had reached the proper depth, they replaced the nylon straps one
by one with the stretchy rubber ones from the side walls of the inner steel
casing. The Sarcophagus was now centrally positioned within the deep, long box,
suspended and motionless on its rubber straps, halfway between the bottom and
floor level. The hoses and thick umbilical cables looped from their connections
to the shiny black case, passing under it and to the end of the box. He completed
a final check to ensure that everything was tightly fastened, then turned and
began removing the lifting and suspension tackle.
Two minutes later he closed and locked the cell door then walked to the cabinet
containing the primary set of controls. They watched carefully through the barred
door after depressing another switch. The platform bed moved along its short,
hidden rails and with a muffled thump, the podium slowly settled back onto its
foundations, completely hiding the chamber underneath. Another series of switches
was thrown, and the technician closed and locked the cabinet. The guards returned
the nylon straps to their drawer, and with a last inspection of the silent,
now apparently lifeless barred cage they turned out the lights, then closed
and locked the outer door of the stark chamber.
Deep inside her Sarcophagus, Christine still attampted to open her eyes against
the firm pressure of the foam rubber against her lids; but even that freedom
was now denied to her. The only thing that happened was that tears seeped slowly
from the corners of her eyes, and when she tried to swallow, she could only
feel her tongue drag at it's anchors, surging against the horrid, large tube
down her throat and the steely anchors penetrating it so horribly. She couldn't
stop the automatic retching action her attempts triggered, trying to force it
from her body; but nothing happened other than her throat muscles convulsing
against the tight steel collar encircling her neck and the thick-walled tube
within it. It didn't move. The tubes up her nose continued to force air into
and out of her lungs around the steel pin transfixing it and when she twitched
her nostrils, all she could feel was the miserable discomfort of the new fixture
locking it into the face-plate. Her breasts, too, still burned from being pierced;
but, for the moment in her soundless isolation, there was no suckling. She clenched
her anal muscles around the base of the butt plug, feeling its resilient intrusion
into her bowel; then, continuing her exploration, she tried to grip the huge
intruder in her sex with her internal muscles. It was slightly compressible;
but couldn't be forced to move in any manner. Christine's feet and legs ached
abominably in the ballet en point position theyd been forced into and she couldn't
even feel her toes against each other when she tried to wriggle them. Within
the glove-like things imprisoning her hands and fingers, she repeatedly tried
to claw her way out; but again, nothing at all happened.
For what seemed like hours she lay in a completely featureless void, unaware
that all the connections for her Therapy had been made. Too, she didn't know
that she was now sealed into the small chamber by the heavy slab bearing the
bed above, then made even more of a prisoner behind two locked and sealed doors.
In the Holding Facility office three stories above, the Chief Technician opened
a file on the computer screen and stared intently at it for long minutes. His
fingers twirled the trackball then double clicked on a series of icons. Five
minutes later, he turned off the monitor and got ready to leave for his office
for the day.
Sealed away from the world, far below, Christine heard the faint whisper of
a voice begin to insinuate itself deeply into her hysterical thoughts. She was
unashamedly grateful that she'd finally been allowed some relief from the utter
soundlessness and her mind clung desperately to what she was hearing. She hoped,
somehow, that by paying attention to what came into her ears, she would be granted
a reprieve and released from this, her ultimate bondage.
It was not to be.
His voice began to speak, echoing somewhere between her temples.
"130146, this is the beginning of your Aversion Therapy. It will transform
you into the ultimate fantasy female. This will be accomplished by various means;
some involving sexual stimulation and others a considerable degree of pain to
reinforce the lessons you will be required to assimilate. Eventually, this conditioning
will be deeply and fully embedded in your conscious and subconscious mind, to
the point that you won't even remember not doing as it dictates you must.
"Your sessions will demand co-operation from you. This will be in the form
of either yes or no answers, or require you to answer multiple choice questions.
You will be able to do this my flexing certain of your fingers within their
gloves. Although you'll be unable to detect any movement; for none is permitted,
the receptors within the finger pads will pick up the neuromuscular signals
and register them on the computer. Wrong answers will be harshly punished, immediately.
Correct ones may be rewarded at sometime in the future.
"One final point, 130146. Your existence within your Sarcophagus, although
primarily punitive in nature, will also give some small benefit to The State.
Your food mixture has contained and will continue to contain special enhancing
hormones that will quickly have you producing milk. While you are confined,
you will be milked on a regular basis; providing nourishment for those who need
it. This milking will in no way affect the length or severity of your punishment,
and in fact will more than likely make it just that much more severe. Your sentence
in the Sarcophagus begins now." The voice clicked off to be replaced by an utterly
blank wall of soundlessness.
Deep inside the multiple layers of her bondage, Christine shivered in crazed
terror. Her fate was sealed. In the space of three short weeks she had gone
from a free and vivacious young woman to a totally controlled experimental animal,
forced into a confinement like nothing she'd imagined was possible. She begged
into her absolutely effective gag, praying that she was only having the worst
of all possible nightmares; wondering if, in fact, she really existed at all.
Death had not claimed her; just a real life version of Hell.
For what seemed an eternity; but in fact was only an hour, she floated in
nothingness, then slowly and insidiously the rectal tube begin to fill her bowels
with warm water until she felt that they would burst from the burbling and constant
inflow. Her stomach ached in a way that she'd never experienced before; but
the plug in her butt held the surging water within her body. A tickle of small
electrical shocks suddenly shuddered the flesh and muscles of her buttocks,
quickly escalating into a rippling, lashing, painful series of jolts that made
her howl crazily and incoherently. But, only in her mind. She remained securely
fastened inside the Sarcophagus and though suspended on the springy rubber straps
it didn't move at all.
In the background a sibilant, low, woman's voice began to speak; telling her
of her new duties and requirements in life. It endlessly repeated to her an
oath of slavery and she thought she'd go totally mad from the constant repetition.
Eventually she began to parrot the words. Her belly ached with an indescribable
pain and the shocks assaulted her unmercifully. The next dimension to her torment
was added when huge dildo already partially buried in her womb began to vibrate
fiercely and flex tumultuously; seeming to dig itself ever deeper into her core
as it slowly lengthened, turning through the rifled fittings dilating her sex.
The sensations she suffered, as they would be for any woman, were a horrible,
invasive experience. But then, she began to feel an insidious arousal! She was
driven slowly towards an orgasm despite the multiple applications of pain and
the stimulation of her most intimate senses and being. Electrodes to her anal
sphincter muscles became active and the convulsing nearly drove her crazy; but
that wasn't the end! She was on a shivering, wildly fluctuating emotional roller
coaster ride of fear and sensual arousal.
In the outer cell of the Experimental Centre, a valve slowly opened and a
vacuum was applied from the opening placed tightly against her clitoris within
the steel confines of her Chastity Belt. The suction grew stronger, varying
at a quickly violent rate that pulled firmly on the fleshy nodule, dragging
it painfully further and further out of her body with each succeeding, rhythmical
pulse. The sensation of the vacuum's tugging was incredibly disturbing and her
hips wanted to writhe away from the horrid drag; but no movement was permitted
by the rigidity of the Chastity Belt's fastenings, or by the Sarcophagus. For
a moment it stopped and she felt her engorged clitoris slide slowly back along
the roughened interior of the tube pressed so strategically into her. The sensation
of the rough frosting caressing this, her most sensitive flesh, was an incredibly
arousing teasing and again she tried to writhe her hips to accentuate it. It
was not the intention of the program or of her all-encompassing fastenings to
allow her this freedom. The suction began once more, then at the height (she
thought, at that point) of her discomfort and forced arousal, it stopped and
let the fleshy bud withdraw.
Again and again it happened until her mind turned into a maelstrom of primal,
howling female desire. It didn't stop! Christine's conscious mind began to fog-out
with the multiple sensations of pain and pleasure; but it still wasn't the end.
It was only the preparatory steps of her Aversion Therapy.
