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The Sarcophagus

Chapter 6

The Sarcophagus
Chapter 6

 When she awoke the next morning and her eye shields were opened it was to 
  find the same man staring down at her, a leash looped in his fist. 

 "Time for your Testing." he stated, clipping it to the front ring of her collar. 

 She was completely released seconds later then pulled from the small chamber 
  that had been her temporary home. All of the disconcerting sensations that she'd 
  experienced the previous day returned with a vengeance as she was pulled in 
  terrified tears along the corridor to the Testing Chamber. Her pitifully small 
  hobbled paces were faltering and hesitant; but since there wasn't any way for 
  her to resist or speak, she struggled along in a silence broken only by the 
  bright tinkling clatter of her ankle chain. The walk was a long one, and nowhere 
  did she see any person other than herself; or any indication that there was 
  a way to get out of the subterranean maze she was a prisoner within. At last, 
  they entered an area that to all intents and purposes was a dentist's chamber 
  of horrors. 

 The Testing Area was, in reality, two rooms. The larger was thoroughly sound-proofed 
  and barren of any furniture except for a diabolical looking chair mounted on 
  a thick hydraulic piston in its centre. It resembled an old-style dental chair; 
  but had been augmented with leather straps, snap hooks, chains and their attendant 
  locks. The arms and legs were universally mounted and hydraulically remote controlled, 
  able to be swung and/or rotated to almost any orientation and the seat could 
  be tilted, rotated, or removed entirely. Hanging from a central overhead bracket 
  what seemed like dozens of coiled wires and looping hoses dangled in readiness; 
  but what caught Christine's eye immediately were the two deeply humped cups 
  that rested on the seat. She froze in place at the door, shaking her head wildly 
  in negation, knowing that all of the things she saw would soon be attached to 
  her! It was only too obvious where the deep cups would go. 

 The other room was smaller, hidden behind a large mirror, facing into the 
  larger one. Inside it, below the mirror was a complicated control panel and 
  behind it a deeply comfortable and cushioned office chair. Built into the tilted 
  surface of the panel were five coloured monitors and beneath each of these, 
  a set of recording rolls was ready to begin tracing the limits of her endurance. 
  The desk top was a mass of control knobs and slider switches that would delineate 
  the boundaries of her tolerance. 

 She fought every inch of the way to the chair; but in moments sat fastened 
  to it, squirming wildly against the tight straps and formidable locks that held 
  her in place; staring into the mirror at her pinioned body. The image of her 
  captivity was reflected cruelly back at her while he began clipping the coiled 
  wires to her restraints. Her hands had been forced into small, thick rubber, 
  half glove-like enclosures on the ends of the chair's arms; held in them by 
  the rings of her wrist cuffs being clamped into small vices so that she couldn't 
  withdraw them. Her head was also held firmly; pressed into the temple pads just 
  behind her ears by the tension on the ring at the back of her collar, it having 
  been fastened into a similar locking fitting. She could kick her legs slightly, 
  for the moment, against the looseness of their ankle cuff rings; but that was 
  the only freedom she was allotted. Her belt had been pulled against the back 
  of the seat with a doubled set of tight straps, and so she sat and watched fearfully 
  while he plugged the multitude of coiled cords into their receptacles on her 
  restraint equipment with harsh metallic clicks. One pair went to each wrist 
  and ankle cuff and another two connections were made on either side of her collar. 
  Four more of the cords came to her waist and clicked firmly into the mounts 
  there, then an additional three were plugged into receptacles on her crotch 
  band. Next, he mounted a dozen pick-up pads all over her bald skull, gluing 
  them firmly to the naked skin. She shivered violently. 

 He pulled a squeeze tube from a pocket of his lab coat, opened it and then, 
  with deliberate casualness squeezed a large dollop of a bluish tinted gel onto 
  his fingers. Whistling tunelessly to himself, as though this was an everyday 
  occurrence, he began spreading the odourless concoction over her goose bumped 
  breasts. She shivered violently, even now not prepared to have some strange 
  man's fingers caress and manipulate her flesh so intimately. During this part 
  of her preparation, he casually pinched and kneaded her nipples around their 
  steel impalements while he ensured that each feminine mound was completely covered 
  by the gel. It was humiliating in the extreme and definitely painful; but she 
  couldn't stop or resist him. Finally he finished, then turned away and picked 
  up the two deep cups, cradling them in one arm against his body, while with 
  his other he reached up and pulled down a set of three hoses. Two snapped into 
  fittings at the apex of the cup and the other into a fitting near the rim. Again 
  he reached upward, paused for a moment while inspecting the mass of dangling 
  coil cords, then selected one and pulled it down to snap into a connection point, 
  also at the apex. The same process was quickly repeated for the other cup, then 
  he placed both in her lap and disappeared into the other room for a few seconds. 
  Just before he returned to her, a strong hissing sound began to emanate from 
  the two bullet shaped hemispheres resting on her thighs; but she couldn't look 
  down to see them. He came back to her and picked up each one, holding them facing 
  towards her chest, then slowly positioned the open ends just in front of but 
  not touching her slick, out-thrust, ringed and trembling breasts. She stared 
  helplessly and silently up at him, terrified at what he was about to do. 

 "You won't like these very much I'm afraid, my dear." he muttered, moving 
  them closer to the globular, fleshy badges of femininity. 

 Christine tried desperately to shrink herself away from the approaching horrors; 
  but there was no avoiding the opened and gaping maws. As soon as they came into 
  contact with her slicked skin, they greedily sucked themselves all the way onto 
  her large breasts and began strongly dragging at the sensitive flesh. Both of 
  her heaving mounds immediately began to balloon deeply into the cups, while 
  at their tips, the pins protruding from the centres of her nipples passed between 
  the irised-open jaws of small clamping vices. These, now activated, quickly 
  snared closed into the grooves around the tips of the exposed pins, locking 
  her breasts and nipples firmly within the torturing confinements. They withdrew 
  slightly, tensioning her sensitive flesh by means of pulling on the interior 
  barbed arms embedded in the tissue and she screamed hysterically into her gag 
  at the horrid sensation, twisting her upper body frantically, trying to shake 
  the sucking, locked-on monstrosities loose. They didn't budge. The cups bottom 
  edge beading now pressed deeply into her flesh, hard against her ribs, sealed 
  in place by the strong vacuum. Nor did they stop their painful pulsations. Her 
  eyes snapped widely open. He was right: she hated them! Hated them!! 

 Now, he picked up a heavy, black, rubber surgical air mask, then brought it 
  up, covering her nose, gagged mouth, and most of the rest of her face. A thickly-strapped 
  head harness soon had the horrid thing pressed tightly, forcing her to breathe 
  the air being pumped into the cloying mask. It would feed her a continual stream 
  of oxygen or ether-laced air, depending on which reactions she was to be tested 
  for. A set of feeding and watering hoses clipped to their mounts on the exterior, 
  then he added her air hoses. She'd be kept in the chair for the entire four 
  days of testing. 

 The seat dropped away, leaving her steel-divided buttocks readily available. 
  He pulled up another pair of hoses and snapped them into the mounts on the crotch: 
  her waste lines. Yet more hoses followed but he didn't explain their purpose. 
  She'd find out soon enough. 

 "OK, 130146. You're ready. You'll be kept here for four days," he jovially 
  informed her of her fate, "then we'll put you into short term storage until 
  your Sarcophagus is ready. Now, just hang on a few more seconds, while I close 
  your eye-shields and put the headphones on. Then we'll see how much you can 
  handle." He spoke to her as though the procedure was going to be enjoyable! 

 Christine whined despairingly deep under the covering of the face-obscuring 
  mask, then his gloved hands reached out and flipped the black rubber lined steel 
  shutters closed over her eyes once more. Her entire face was now concealed beneath 
  an insectile, mechanical enclosure. She quested blindly for even the tiniest 
  chink of light; but found that she was utterly blind. Suddenly, all sound disappeared 
  when the Technician slipped the deeply quieting domes over her ears, then allowed 
  them to clamp themselves firmly to the sides of her head. She felt him tightening 
  their securing straps and she was left alone to sit; blind, deaf, chained; utterly 
  helpless and completely vulnerable to what was to happen next. 

 He walked from the room, leaving the young woman to wait in burgeoning terror, 
  securely fastened into her Testing Chair. The thickly sound-proofed door closed 
  and locked behind him and he settled into the chair in the Observation Booth 
  with a sigh. The computerized controls quickly came on-line and for a moment 
  or two he stared intently into the central monitor, then his fingers began to 
  dance nimbly over the keyboard. Some two minutes later, he sat back and stared 
  thoughtfully through the large window at the shivering, strapped down female 
  in the other room. 

 "Really," he mused to himself, "what with wearing all that stuff, she didn't 
  look much like a woman at all. The face-obscuring mask and cage fastened around 
  and into her head from identifying her. She had become only a vaguely female 
  thing. Of course the cups covering her upper chest gave one the impression that 
  the body was female; but that could be a false impression and the body could 
  just as easily be that of a male." That thought disturbed him and so he returned 
  his concentration to her image, wondering what she would experience and how 
  much it would hurt. 

 Slowly the chair began to recline, then its arms separated to the sides and 
  rotated until Christine's own limbs were pulled back and above her head; held 
  under tension as they extended. Below the seat, the leg rests also separated 
  at the same time and the two sections grew slightly longer then began to spread 
  apart. She screamed against her gag when this occurred; but she couldn't resist 
  the power of the hydraulic pressure that was manipulating the chair. A moment 
  later she lay semi-reclining and spread into a vulnerable X of fearsomely machine 
  endowed and bound femininity. The resemblance to an execution chamber didn't 
  escape the technician; but again, he'd prepared and observed all sorts of females 
  going through this process before, and now really could care less about how 
  the confined women reacted to their terrible testing. She was just another female 
  body. His finger hovered over the "Enter" button for more long introspective 
  seconds, then descended unerringly. 

 At first Christine felt nothing. 

 Then, the electricity began to flow. 

 Her hands and fingers writhed in a dance of distress under their thick rubber 
  glove-like coverings, then her legs twitched spasmodically against their tensioning 
  chains when her muscles were convulsed with sharp and continuous twinges of 
  electro-shock. Her neck suddenly felt as though someone was piercing it with 
  dozens of ragged-edged needles when the electrodes in the welded-closed collar 
  began to ignite, forcing continual intense screams, cries, and pleadings for 
  it to stop to surge against her deeply plunging gag- pad. Her chained limbs 
  jerked and shivered against their bindings as the readings climbed higher and 
  higher on the monitors in the Control Room; but her 'testing' had only just 
  commenced. Suddenly, inside her mouth, her tongue was painfully spasmed by a 
  lengthy series of irresistible, curdling electrical pulses and she would have 
  swallowed it had it not been so securely fastened to her gagging device. More 
  squalling screams strove to escape her collared throat; but only soft wails 
  from under the tightly clamped face mask filtered into the silent, sound proofed 
  Testing Chamber. 

 The suckling at her breasts rose slowly from its initial mild level until 
  she felt as though her nipples would be torn completely from her body and she 
  screamed more and more wildly at the agonizing sensations of the constant pulsation. 
  Deep in her crotch, the vaginal dildo seemed to shrink within itself, withdrawing 
  outwards in a slow, twisting, spiral. To her horror, it began a deliberate, 
  forced re-entry into her innermost being, rotating slowly; then faster and faster 
  as it inserted itself deeply into her loins. At its bulleted tip, small, blunt 
  vanes extruded. They pushed outwards just a couple of millimetres into the shivering 
  flesh surrounding them, and she felt their intimate swirling caress deep in 
  her uterus as the dildo withdrew and was then slowly forced inwards again, lubricating 
  itself freely. A scream of terror erupted from her central being as the pace 
  of the insistent mechanical rape continued then began to speed up! The dildo 
  pistoned in and out of her body, beginning to vibrate fiercely, driving her 
  to shivering fits of howling rebellion, and then ecstasy. In her behind, the 
  plug there also began a weird mechanical whirring and vibration. 

 The chair was not static. Its arms, back, seat, and legs slowly rotated to 
  new positions, then further stretched her limbs and body. At some points she 
  was held widely spread-eagled, and at others folded into incredibly punishing 
  configurations that only a well-practised contortionist should have attempted. 

 Her program maintained all of these levels for the next hour, driving Christine 
  into wild orgasmic fits and screaming paeans of incredible discomfort, fighting 
  against her bonds in desperate attempts to pull free of the awful devices attached 
  to and inside her body, adding her own endorphins to the witch's brew of sensations 
  assaulting her mind. Orgasm followed incredible orgasm as her limits were plumbed 
  to the ultimate depths that could be managed for a human female, then came the 
  next step. 

 She was in the middle of a welter of screaming release when the computer added-in 
  the first series of pain-limit testing pulses. At first, the shocks into her 
  breasts and nipples were an additional source of stimulation; but they soon 
  became far too strong to add anything to her arousal. She dropped from her orgiastic 
  Nirvana into a harsh and horrifying reality; screaming frantically against her 
  gag; trying to beg someone, anyone! to remove the punishing cups from her pain-lanced 
  breasts. In her loins at her clitoris, sudden new needling ripples of electricity 
  were unleashed and she went rigid with agony, her eyes snapping open inside 
  the blackness of her imprisoning head cage while the rippling shocks raged unchecked 
  through the tender and supersensitized flesh. In combination with the thrusting 
  of the dildo, it's deep vibration, and now convulsing pulses of electricity, 
  Christine fainted from sensory overload. 

 When she did, the computer sensed the flattening of her brainwave patterns 
  and slowly shut down all of the active systems, allowing time to recover from 
  the testing, so far. All of her reactions were recorded, even as she lay gasping 
  and returning to 'normal'. She gradually returned to awareness. Then, the entire 
  sequence started over again, continuing unabated until she once more reached 
  the pinnacle of female endurance, then passed beyond it to unconsciousness. 
  The increasingly painful cycles repeated endlessly until she thought that she'd 
  go utterly mad with being so confined and vulnerable to the depredations of 
  the uncaring computer program. For ninety-six hours, Christine had descended 
  into a dazed state that threatened to erase her previous self. After the first 
  four she forgot that she'd ever been anywhere else, and after eight had almost 
  lost the ability to recognize that she was a human female. At long last, the 
  processing was completed and the computer records of her capabilities and limits 
  were on file. 

 During this time her trials had been observed, for two hours, by the Warden 
  and the Prosecutor, as they'd requested, and they watched with fascinated horror 
  while she was made to jerk, shiver, and writhe soundlessly and hysterically 
  against her restraints. It was the first time that either of them had ever seen 
  what the results of their decisions led to and both vowed to themselves that 
  they would return. They were utterly unable to imagine the uniquely female-oriented 
  torments Christine was enduring, even though the technician took considerable 
  delight in telling them in great detail what was being done to his subject. 
  They left the Establishment thanking their tribal gods that they had not been 
  created as women. 



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