The Sarcophagus
Chapter 5
Many hours later, Christine slowly returned to the world, and her new life.
The cell had not changed. She was once more fastened within it by her collar
and hobble leashes, the hoses looping to her face. She lay staring blurrily
into the confining blackness enfolding her isolated eyes, vaguely aware that
something drastic had been done to her body. For the moment she was unable to
pinpoint any feelings of discomfort, then sleep claimed her again almost immediately.
When she came back the next time, some eight hours later, it was with the full
realization of where she was, and how she had arrived there. A scream tried
to tear itself from her throat, only to be halted by the horrid thing still
locked into her mouth and around her neck. Still, she was wrapped in utter blackness
and could only faintly hear the rattling of her chains; but there was no mistaking
their authoritative holds at her wrists, waist, ankles, and neck. When she tried
to rise, they jerked distressingly at her limbs and body, forcing her to remain
prone. Christine began to concentrate on her sensations, attempting to discern
what had been done to her.
She started at her feet, and knew immediately that the cuffs she now wore
on her ankles were far too tight. They felt wider too, and she didn't like the
sensations of helplessness they engendered at all. Her crotch seemed to be one
big dull ache. She couldn't see what had happened of course; but she'd been
multiply pierced. Each outer sexual lip now bore seven, separate, 8 gauge ,
welded-closed, stainless steel rings. Inside her body, her vaginal canal was
now kept permanently dilated by means of a specialized pair of two inch, inside
diameter, stainless steel, donut-like rings. One of these was held in place
within her passage by means of twelve, thick, equally-spaced, pins that had
been carefully fitted into piercings in her inner labia. These projected up
and slightly outwards, transfixing the flesh, then, the larger outer ring had
been pressed down onto them and clamped until their notched ends were force-fitted
deeply into matching holes on this external part of the donut, making it virtually
irremovable. The inner surfaces of the annuli were smoothly machined with spiralled
grooves cut into their surfaces, exactly similar to the rifling in a gun barrel.
Her clitoris bore a small U shackle, passed directly through it's most sensitive
nexus, while at its base, another small steel U also hung. Both had thin yet
very strong chains trailing from them and over the edge of the shelf that was
her bed; their ends locked to a ring beneath.
Her back passage had not escaped attention either. Now, inside, she had been
endowed with an expanded, heavy duty, rubber, balloon-like device that penetrated
far up into her lower bowel and abdomen. It was hollow; but just within the
clenched sphincter, its outer wall had been expanded dramatically so that she
couldn't possibly expel it from her body.
She sensed that her waist was even more severely constricted, and it was.
A wide and thick cinch seemed to have flowed around her middle, pressing deeply
into the soft plain of flesh between her pelvis and her ribs. It too had been
closed; but was welded shut and equipped with an even dozen sturdy restraint
rings. The cinch had additional secrets that she would soon learn of; but for
the moment, just its constricting presence alone intimidated her.
Her breasts ached terribly and seemed far more tender than she had ever remembered
them being. What she couldn't know was that each large, sensitive, fleshy mound
was now the host to a deeply skewered, blunt-tipped pin. At their interior tips,
these pins were equipped with short barbed arms that had sprung open when they'd
been fully inserted, penetrating into the mass of surrounding tissue. They could
only be removed, now, by surgery. Each nipple also bore a thick U-type shackle.
The transverse joining bar of each U had been passed through the base of the
aureole, then the skewering pin had been inserted into the centre of each straining
nipple, leaving a quarter of an inch of its thickness protruding from the brown
flesh. Then, the thick, spring stainless steel of the U portion of the shackle
had been forcibly separated and allowed to snap closed over the ends of these
transverse shafts, thus allowing them to flip easily up and down. There was
no way she would ever be able to remove them from herself without the special
tools that had been used to affix them. Fine and sturdy chains trailed from
these over to the edge of her bed, shivering and trembling with each of her
shaky, indrawn breaths. They had been locked to the same ring as her clitoral
chains.
Christine's neck was snugly encircled by a wide and thick metal band that,
like her cinch, seemed to have flowed around its contours. At the front and
back it was equipped with universal mounted, large and sturdy rings that would
allow her to be leashed and controlled easily, while on the sides, just under
her ears, other smaller rings also hung in wait. Christine remained gagged and
enclosed within the restricting head cage. Now, she suffered other substantial
additions that she could only feel the hurt from. Her nose bore a deeply fastened
U shackle, embedded far back in the cartilage of the septum. It rested against
the metal that covered her lower face, just over her upper lip. She felt her
nose burn when she flared her nostrils; but what she couldn't see was that each
outer one now had a small, steel-grommetted hole, and inside, her septum did
also; in addition to bearing the U shackle already welded there.
Her tongue hurt. Where before it had been free; now it was endowed with three
small rings crimped firmly into the flesh along each side, plus two more at
its tip. Partway back were two, twinned sets of short thick posts passed into
and through the writhing muscle, held in place by 5 mm diameter stainless steel
balls on each end, screwed tightly down onto the shafts. Under her tongue, driven
through and far back in the web, another 'personally' fitted U shackle had been
placed. Its intent was more punitive than anything else, for she would always
be conscious of it, its discomfort, and how it changed her speech pattern; if
she was ever allowed the freedom to speak that is. All were non-removable by
the wearer. Christine's ears also ached, for thick rings had been mounted deeply
in each of her grommetted lobes and locked closed. But that wasn't all. Her
head felt strange and she suddenly realized why ... she was totally bald! Silent
weeping shook her shoulders when she discovered she'd been shorn of her hair;
but what she had yet to discover was that the change was permanent. Not only
her lustrous hair had been removed; but so had her eyebrows, and then the possibility
of the roots regrowing had been removed with treatment by a selective chemical
agent.
In all, she felt as though her whole body had taken a prolonged and unmerciful
pummelling; but all she could do was lay shivering in her chains in enforced
silence and misery. Occasionally her boredom was broken when one of the staff
peered through the barred door to check on her; but other than that she was
left utterly alone and continually blinded.
Finally, her recovery time was complete, and she was allowed to sit erect
again. The eye shields popped open and she remained for long moments with her
eyes closed, gradually getting used to the glaring light.
"Well, 130146, you seem to've recovered enough to continue." the same man
stated. "You'll be taken back to the Operating room now to be fitted with the
rest of your Control Equipment."
He walked over and clipped a leash to the front of her collar, then quickly
released the chains and hoses. A moment later the cell door slid open and Christine
was taken, unresisting now, back along the route she'd traveled before. She
was led to the table and forced to climb reluctantly up onto it. Every movement
she made reinforced the state of her bondage, for the cuffs clamped tightly
around her ankles relentlessly constricted her tendons and muscles. Christine
felt the strange sensations fighting within her transfixed inner flesh; but
she couldn't see or discern the reason for her continual and intimate discomfort.
Every movement of her breasts brought a dull ache and she could feel the insistent
tugging of the weights of the U shackles embedded in her nipples. Her fingers
clawed and flexed while she jerked her arms uselessly against the thick cuffs
encircling her finely-boned wrists; but they were still fastened securely behind
her back. The belt was a trial in itself, just clamping her middle as tightly
as it did. In her mouth, her tongue writhed against the deeply inserted pad
and she sensed the new additions from the tugs they exerted.
When she lay back, he quickly fastened her in place with the heavy, snap-hook
equipped straps from the sides, clipping them readily to the waiting rings on
her cinch. He lifted her head and brought another thick strap down from its
slot at the end of the table; snapping it to her collar ring at the back. Her
hands remained chained behind, forcing her to keep her chest arched, with pierced
breasts thrust out and upwards in a brazen display of her femaleness; then,
to hold her more firmly pinioned, he drew two others tightly around her upper
arms, just above the elbow, flattening them against the Operating table's surface.
She couldn't move her body now and the wide collar and head cage only permitted
only minimal twitches of her head and neck. He moved to her legs and once again
fastened each one securely. With some rapid cranks on an adjusting wheel, the
table split down the middle, then spread apart, widely separated. He turned
other cranks until her lower body hung suspended above it, her legs stretched
lengthways, bent at the knees.
Christine gasped and moaned from the strenuous tensions; but she couldn't
resist what was being done to her. He paid her muffled cries no heed at all
as he made the adjustments, then when he'd finished her preparation, he turned
and looked down into her fear-dilated eyes.
"OK, 130146, time to put these next pieces on. Then we'll get you into the
Testing Area."
Without further comment he walked to the side of the room and picked up a
large, white cloth covered tray and brought it to a table beside her pinioned
body. A muted wail of strangled terror pulsed up her throat as she stared at
the ceiling above, unable to see what her next torment was to be.
He whisked the cloth away to reveal a large, curiously curved and formed,
U-shaped device: the crotch-piece for the belt that she wore. He picked up the
heavy piece and rotated it until the narrower arm of the U was lowermost, then
moved it carefully under her suspended and quivering buttocks. This positioning
took a moment, then he slowly pushed the arm upwards and into contact with the
thick belt. A set of small clicks sounded. She felt the curved piece settle
against the upper slopes of the crevice between her fleshy lower cheeks, then
it pressed more and more tightly when he brought it forward; gradually bending
it up and pressing it into the quivering muscles of her lower abdomen. Between
her legs, the intricately curved plate widened so that it completely encompassed
the whole of her sex. It continued upwards over her belly, narrowing into a
broad strap that ascended to near the bottom edge of her cinch at the front.
The thick, blunt end was equipped with three long, notched pins; but these were
still separated from the under side of the thick waist band by an inch of visible
flesh.
For a moment nothing further happened. He changed his footing and reached
down between her legs, then his palm cupped the U at the centre and pushed it
firmly into contact with her straining body, sinking the beaded edges deeply
into the crease between her legs and torso. The upper, pin-equipped end came
into tentative contact with the lower edge of the cinch, then his other hand
came down and pressed firmly on it until the pins lined up with their holes.
He gave a sharp, final push on the U. The pins slid deeply into their holes
and another set of small clicks sounded. Christine gasped at the incredibly
intimate, constricted feeling that the crotch band created when it closed, unable
to account for the feeling that she was still exposed. She was.
From just over her pubic bone to well back behind her anus, the U had been
fashioned so that a long smoothly formed triangular opening still remained,
outlining her sex. Around it's inner edge was a defining lip that pressed down
into her body a full centimetre; while on its exterior there were three integral
mounts that would securely lock the next piece of hardware in place. The technician
reached over to the tray and picked up the assembly that would, protect, seal,
and punish, her. This covering plate was an exact mate to the opening in the
metal band now clamped between her legs. Its interior surface was endowed with
numerous opened catches and a hump that would press into her clitoris; but the
most horrific of the implements embedded in it were the three evil prongs. The
first was the fitting for the internal catheter, already emplaced in her bladder,
then immediately below that was the vaginal dildo. Behind these was the anal
catheter/enema attachment. He lubricated all of the inserts thoroughly, then
slowly began the process of fitting it to her trembling, protesting body. Christine
went into a paroxysm of howling rebellion when he connected the catheter fitting;
but it was impossible for her to resist the attachment of the uncomfortable
device. Then he began the insertion of her vaginal dildo. This phallic-like
shaft was some seven inches long and two inches in diameter; its full length
spirally grooved; designed to mate into the ring already mounted inside and
dilating her vagina. He gradually emplaced it in the prepared channel, then
carefully lined up its broad tip so that it wouldn't pinch the sensitive flesh.
Christine screamed, retching with distress at what was being done to her most
intimate possession; but her body no longer belonged to her! The phallus slipped
in towards to her core with dreadful deliberation, then stopped. Under her buttocks,
the technician slowly adjusted the rear probe until it aligned with her back
passage, then pressed upwards once more. The blunt head of the highly specialized
butt-plug gradually shouldered past her tightly clenched sphincter and mated
into the retaining collar already resident inside her body, then, the entire
assembly began sinking once more into her quivering flesh. The back passage
probe had some flexibility and it gradually curved further into her bowel, causing
the young woman to writhe in terrorized discomfort. At her front, she felt the
thick vaginal dildo slowly begin to turn inside her body, forced to do so by
the rifling grooves of the internally mounted steel guide collar. She mewled
frantically from the sensation of the horrible rotation as she experienced it
for the first time; but not the last. Behind her, the butt plug sank deeper
and deeper, slowly being forced into its internal mating. At last, the plate
closed onto the shield already clamped into her crotch, then was pressed into
the sealing beading around the edges. During the whole process of it being moved
into contact, Christine writhed and howled with gagged discomfort; but now that
she was completely and utterly filled, she hung gasping in her restraints, waiting
for the final act as her body slowly adjusted to its newest residents.
The technician concentrated on her crotch plate's exterior, depressing several
small buttons that activated the internal latches; closing and locking them
through the rings in her outer vaginal lips. Her flesh was drawn painfully outwards
to embrace the girth of the deeply skewering shaft. The ones transfixing her
clitoris were the most painful. These passed through then tensioned the U shackles
in the sensitive bud, pulling it into a firm and unrelenting contact with the
clitoral stimulator/punishment nubbin so that now, no matter how she tried to
cringe herself away, her most sensitive flesh would remain firmly positioned
against, and connected to it.
He snapped the exterior latches closed, locking the secondary cover securely
in place. He ignored the tears streaming down her cheeks while he fastened the
crotch-plate to her Chastity Belt, for he'd fitted dozens of other females with
the same equipment. They'd all wept and screamed and tried to avoid their punishingly
tight and invasive Chastity Belts; but their tearful protests and gag-pad strangled
pleadings had not aided them in any way. Along the front of its otherwise smooth
surface, tapered, raised humps stood out; quarter inch diameter holes visible
at their raised ends. There was another set of these humps at the back of the
crotch band too, as well as a pair on each wrist and ankle cuff, and a set on
her collar. She was very nearly ready to be released from the table. Christine
struggled to accommodate herself to the new devices she wore while he slowly
returned the table to its 'neutral' position and eased the tension on her bindings.
A moment later she stood shakily beside it, staring at the looping chains that
controlled her life so utterly. He tugged on her leash.
"Come along, 130146!"
Christine walked slowly, with faltering steps from the Operating Theatre,
her grommetted nostrils flaring with gasps of distress as the things in her
belly exerted their control for the first time. Her fingers clenched and writhed
fruitlessly behind her back, desperate to get at the things locked inside her;
but she was not to be allowed to touch herself in any way, from now on, and
so she struggled along behind her captor, returning to the confinement of her
cell. Once they were inside he rapidly reconnected her chains and the watering/feeding
hoses.
"You'll stay here for the next day, 130146. We'll give you a short time to
acclimatize to your new equipment. Then it'll be time to take you for Testing."
With that said he walked through the door. It slid closed and locked firmly
behind him, leaving her alone again, ready for she knew not what. Every move
she made brought some type of uncomfortable sensation. She desperately tried
everything to ease or escape them; but nothing helped and again the tears flowed
freely but silently down her cheeks. They though, were not only from the physical
distress she was suffering; but from the certain realization that she was unable
to avoid what she had pledged to endure.
At last, she sat gingerly, silently sobbing, on the hard bench of her bed,
unable to avoid forcing both the anal and vaginal dildo's to sink even further
into her body. She couldn't get accustomed to their inexorable insertion at
first and so had to stand once more, moaning distractedly with their every shifting
twitch.
Hours later, after alternately sitting, standing, and slowly walking back
and forth in the confined cell, she settled onto one buttock, then allowed herself
to slowly topple over onto her side. As though he'd been watching, the technician
entered the cell almost immediately after she'd laid down and came over to her
recumbent body.
"Time for you to get some shut eye, 130146." He stated, looking down into
her steel-framed and fear-dilated eyes. "I'll fix your blinders."
They flipped down over her eyes, clicking securely closed, then he locked
her bed chains to her new bondage equipment. A moment later the door of the
cell hissed shut and she was alone again. Somewhere along the way sleep claimed
her, and she woke briefly, feeling the painful tug of the punishingly tensioned
fine chains clipped to the U shackles through the tips of her breasts when she
rolled a little too far to the side.
