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.