The Sarcophagus
Chapter 8
"This is your Sarcophagus, 130146." the one in charge stated in an unemotional
voice while fastening her 'Bar leashes to floor-level rings on its base.
The attachment points were hopelessly beyond her reach, even if her hands
had been free; but just to ensure that she understood how helpless she was to
resist, the two guards remained in the cell, standing with their backs against
one of the barred walls, watching the proceedings intently.
The technician lifted off the heavy, thick top of the gleaming black container
and laid it on the floor. "You'll be confined in this then remain there to complete
your 'Therapy'. You may look inside."
Up to this point, Christine had hung back at the limits of her leashes, shivering
and terrified to even approach the sinister shape that lay waiting to receive
her.
"Come, come 130146!" he said heartily. "Nothing to be afraid of, for the moment.
You may as well have a peek before we put you in it, just to see what it looks
like."
She pranced fearfully closer with a jingling of her hobble chain and looked
inside the shiny carapace. A week had passed since a full body cast had been
made, and now its purpose was made manifestly clear. She quailed, inspecting
what lay revealed. Within the thick-walled aluminium shell, isolated by a two
inch thick layer of foamed rubber, she saw the perfect shape of her own body,
covered with intricate patterns of shiny, two centimetre diameter, smooth buttons,
inlaid all over the interior; but before she could divine their purpose, he
spoke again.
"Hold still after your hands, hobble, and leash are unlocked. Then we'll get
you into it."
"P-p-p-pleathe, thir? I-I-I d-d-don'th ..." she stammered, her altered speech
pattern embarrassing her even yet, while burgeoning panic made her stammer.
She continued to inspect the obviously confining and isolating device. There
was to be no escaping her fate. The cell was locked, as was the door beyond,
and she was securely chained and leashed.
"130146, what you want or don't want no longer matters." He stated emotionlessly.
"It's going to happen, so you might as well get used to the idea." He kicked
one of the taunt leashes to the shaft between her legs for emphasis of her helplessness.
It's inner portion twitched evilly.
"Oooohhh!! Uuunnnhhh!!!" she wailed, twisting against her bonds as it oscillated
weirdly within her loins. "Ahhhhrrggg! Pleathe! Pleathe! Pleathe!! I-I-I'll
be good!! Justht don'th do thath again! Plleeeaatthhee! Pleathe!!! Ooooaaahh!"
she wailed when he repeated his kick to reinforce his message of control.
"Very well. Hold still while I unlock everything. I'll want you to lay back
as you've been instructed when we pick you up. Now, I'm going to disconnect
the caps from your catheter tubes." The guards moved over to stand with her
between them, waiting.
"Y-y-yeth, th-thir." she whimpered, standing completely still. She felt the
small pops when the fittings were removed and listened to the well-oiled clicks
of her locks being released; blushing with glowing embarrassment.
The guards scooped her up and she lay back in their arms, cuffed wrists loosely
in her steel banded lap, trembling uncontrollably with the thoughts of what
was to come. Christine was supported under the shoulders, their other arms under
her knees, above the shaft of the Inhibitor Bar projecting outwards from the
shiny steel that sealed and imprisoned her sex. They slowly lowered her into
the coolness of the rubber-lined interior, then the one in charge spoke again
while she continued to make small moans of discomfort.
"Hold still, 130146. It's time to insert your ear plugs." These had been lubricated
with more of the slick gel and slipped easily and deeply into place, obliterating
nearly all sound. He carefully rotated them until they were completely seated.
"Wriggle until you feel everything snug against you." he said in a loud voice,
close to her face. Christine heard his voice as a very faint whisper, then did
as she was told. It felt as though the mould was sucking itself onto her entire
body and that she was sinking deeper and deeper into the encasement! The Sarcophagus
had not, in fact, been split exactly along the longitudinal central line; but
somewhat above it. In effect, she was fitting herself into the larger part and,
really, she was being absorbed into its interior! When her steel-wrapped loins
dropped into place in the waist, she felt a series of subtle snaps as fittings
on her crotch-band clipped into their connectors. The technician walked slowly
around the platform then pushed her arms down into their separate slots. As
they settled into these, held slightly away from her body, her hands slipped
all the way inside the integral glove-like receptacles buried within the matrix
of the aluminium casting. Inside, her fingers slid slowly into their snug, separate,
tubes and she immediately found that she couldn't move them even a millimetre.
Her wide steel wrist cuffs had been forced into grooves inside the arm slots
and the men quickly flipped the outer, steel retaining latches into place, clamping
her hands and fingers firmly into their restricting, isolating gloves. Five
centimetre wide rubber straps were quickly snared around her arms, above and
below her exposed elbows, and in seconds both arms had been rendered barely
capable of movement. She could only flex her muscles against the constriction
of the straps now, and when she tried to sit up, desperately wanting out, the
arm bondage alone held her down. When she tried to arch her body, it was only
to feel the intruder in her loins twitch alarmingly, again, thus forcing her
to lay back with a wordless, despairing moan; trembling as though she had a
severe case of chills.
For a moment she was allowed to keep her knees bent, the soles of her feet
resting in the separate depressions for her calves; but the two men shifted
their position and in seconds had straightened her legs, sliding her feet fully
into the enclosed and awkward shoe portions at the bottom ends of the leg slots.
They locked her ankle cuffs into their grooves with more latches, then rapidly
tightened wide rubber straps around each of her legs; below the knee and halfway
up her thighs; holding each one in its own deep depression. Her feet, once the
leg straps and latches were fastened, were forced fully into their shoes. These
though, were not ordinary footwear and she recalled with horror that they'd
made her wear those crazy ballet-type boots when she'd been cast. These had
been faithfully recreated within the smooth-surfaced metal, and now her feet
were locked firmly into a high, arched confinement that was soon to become extremely
uncomfortable. When her legs were pulled down by the tightening straps, she
discovered a weird interior addition within the shoes. Her toes had, each slipped
into separate confinement tubes, and she couldn't move them now either! In addition,
the Inhibitor Bar nestled deeply in its own central recess; the bottom six inches
of the tip having slipped into a socket between her ankles where it too was
locked in place by more security latches. The result was awful! A small cry
pulsed up her collared throat while she struggled to make her limbs move; but
of course nothing at all happened. At her waist, more of the securing latches
clipped onto the waiting rings of her Chastity Belt's waistband and her buttocks
settled firmly into their waiting, formed hemispheres.
At chest level, on the right side of the mould that held her, a very wide,
thick, rubber strap had already been clipped to an interior loop. It was drawn
quickly around her heaving chest. Located on this wide band, in the portion
that would cover her trembling breasts, were two, three inch diameter, reinforced-edge
apertures. The technician clipped the free end of the chest band to fittings
on the left side, then with a quick jerk, drew the rubber stricture much more
tightly around her chest. A second later, he hooked his fingers through the
nipple shackles and slowly pulled upwards, drawing her breasts out through the
thick, wide O-ring collars, making her scream wildly from the tension on her
nipples and the drag of the anchors buried deep in the masses of her breast
tissue. The collars slipped slowly down and over her bulging, strained fleshy
mounds, then snared firmly around their bases, tight against her ribs, thus
keeping each breast forced outwards by its two centimetre wide collar. She felt
them immediately begin to engorge with blood from the garrotting effect, increasing
a hundred fold in sensitivity. Christine could also see them swelling with sensitizing
and oxygen-carrying blood, jiggling with the slight movements of her panicky
indrawn breaths and exhalations. The jerking and tension on her nipples had
been very bad; but this soon became horribly worse; for there was no way for
her to release herself from the unceasing strangling sensation.
It was horrible.
The white-coated technician seemed satisfied with her bindings to this point.
He moved to her head and connected other latches to her collar so that her neck
too was firmly locked down into the Sarcophagus. Her ears were next, and he
flicked their rings into fittings that placed a slight but unignorable tension
on them.
Eyes brimming, she could now only look straight up at the white-painted concrete
ceiling while they proceeded with her encapsulation. Sound-deadening muffs,
built into the helmet portion of the Sarcophagus, were unlatched from their
springs and they immediately pressed themselves firmly against the sides of
her head, covering her ears and their bondage completely, thus doubly ensuring
that she was utterly deafened. For long moments all she heard was the faint
swishing of her own blood, then even that died away to nothingness when the
noise elimination system in her ear plugs was activated. Eventually, his voice
came to her, faintly at first, then gaining in volume until she thought that
he was somewhere between her ears, although she could see him standing over
her with a boom-type microphone coming from an ear piece, around his face to
just in front of his lips.
"Well, 130146, we're about halfway there." he stared unsmilingly down at her.
"I want you to blink your eyes once if you hear and understand me."
Her eyes flicked with a blink of acknowledgment.
"Good! Now, it's time to fit you with your facial restraint harness. I'll
be back in a sec. with it."
Again, all sound cut off and she lay within the opened casing, quivering within
her bondage, totally deaf, waiting helplessly. He disappeared from her more-and-more
limited field of view. While he was gone, she started to writhe fiercely against
her multiple restraints, trying to find the slightest bit of freedom.
There wasn't any.
He returned long minutes later with a menacing, glistening, very thick, flexible
web draped over the palm of his rubber-gloved right hand. The sound snapped
on again.
"This portion of you restraints has been specially treated so that it'll bond
directly into your flesh after being in contact for about two minutes, 130146.
Eventually, it may come off; but to this point experiments have indicated that
when the skin under the web flakes off, it seems to renew its chemical bond,
making anything other than surgical removal, with its consequent scaring, virtually
impossible. Even if you had your hands and fingers free, you wouldn't be able
to tear it off your face."
Looking at the slippery horror in his hands was too much for Christine. She
screamed with revulsion, begging to be freed and pleading with him not to put
the horrible thing on her. The combination of the sound elimination design of
the plugs and the heavy domes clamped over her ears efficiently prevented her
from hearing her own voice and she felt as though she'd been struck dumb. There
was virtually no hope of avoiding the slithery web-work and terrorized tears
trickled from her eyes as the thick rubbery network gradually descended. Its
first touch was from the wide band he carefully laid across her forehead. It
felt kind of gooey and a slight tingling twitched her skin when the bonding
process commenced. Unknown to her, and not really felt as more than the mild
tingling, microscopic tendrils from the inner surface of the rubbery facial
harness slid into her pores then penetrated deeply into the interstices of the
underlying tissue, anchoring the device deeply, and apparently, permanently.
At the centre, between her staring terror-filled eyes, an upside down V of
thick straps filled the slight hollow, then widened out to cover her cheeks
on either side of her nose, flowing down over her face and around her mouth.
Above the outer corners of her eyes the forehead strap widened and descended
to join with the ones on either side of her nose, thus forming lopsided, though
symmetrical to each other; large, round-cornered, triangular apertures around
them. Just below her fear-flared nostrils, a narrow cross-strand pressed firmly
onto her upper lip, isolating her nose. He slowly went over the entire facial
harness, pressing its thick web firmly against her skin. She found, when he'd
finished, that the straps were so thick that they actually isolated each eye
from the other in a deep well! Satisfied at last that all of the inner surfaces
were in fact bonding fully to her skin, he began clipping the loose locking
connectors to their latches on the inner sides of her head encasement. The ones
below her cheeks were the first to be fastened and tightened. They had the effect
of pressing the eye-surrounding straps even more firmly against her cheek bones,
then came the ones at her temples, and they too increased the pressure on the
quickly cementing straps even further. The forehead straps were clipped down
and although the pressure wasn't great, it was unrelenting; clamping her head
firmly into its slightly resilient hollow. The last, a wide, slightly-cupped
strap, went up and back from the centre of her forehead, over her naked scalp,
and was firmly tensioned to its fitting, holding her head down hard, completely
immobilized.
Below, her body shivered with revulsion at the sensation of the horrid device
fastening itself irremovably to her face and scalp and tears continued to pool
in the wells surrounding her eyes, blurring her vision. The tingling of her
skin where it was covered by the restraint harness continued for a short time,
then slowly disappeared. She shuddered yet again from the sensation of the leech-like
network fastening itself into her flesh. His voice returned.
"Open your mouth, 130146." He commanded, "It's time now for your tongue restraint
system to be fitted." he held up a small, complicated, stainless steel, dental
appliance.
"Pleathe! Pleathe! Pleathe, thir! Pleathe, don'th make me wear thath awful
thing!" she begged while he opened the little catches on the inverted and round-topped
A that would control her last freedom, or so she thought, at that point.
"Open your mouth now and stick out your tongue!" came the implacable command.
Numbly, she did as he ordered and his latex-gloved hands moved the device
towards her mouth. She felt one arm of the A pass through the small sturdy rings
imprisoning the tip of her tongue, compressing the contained flesh uncomfortably,
then it slipped slowly through the three rings mounted deeply along the right
side. She almost retched, then moaned frantically while he slowly and carefully
fitted the other arm of the A into the rings on the left side. These slipped
into their catches with barely felt clicks; but she knew that they were held
in place so securely that without assistance she'd never rid herself of the
horridly intimate restraint. Halfway along, the wide crossbar pressed down into
her slightly flattened and strained organ and she tried to surge her tongue
away from it, even though unknowing of what was to come next. She felt him grasp
the top spheres of the short, thick-posted barbells that pierced the muscle
on either side of centre, and move them slowly and carefully into the waiting
jaws of small clips on the crossbar of the A. The tension wasn't painful; but
it was deeply restrictive and in combination with the other connections, her
tongue was held, utterly incapable of curling or making any kind of movement!
His last act of securing her tongue, was to flip a small U down over its tip,
then push backwards until she felt the under portion of the thing click around
her under-the-tongue ring. When she tried now to push with the tip of her tongue,
the ring transfixing the web was puled painfully. She was, perforce commanded
to keep her tongue quiescent and had, in effect, been made into just a noise-making
being in a female body, with no way of removing her humiliating restriction.
With difficulty and pain from the fastenings, she swallowed convulsively to
get rid of her saliva; attempting to settle the stretched and useless muscle
within her mouth, moaning wordlessly with discomfort and fear of what was to
come next. For the moment she could barely move her whole tongue, despite the
steel frame stretching it; but it flopped uselessly within her mouth.
He disappeared from her view again, then the two guards appeared holding the
top portion of the Sarcophagus between them. They slowly lowered it over her
strapped, chained, and steel-banded body and she felt the cold rubber liner
begin to clamp more and more firmly against her goose-bumped, flesh as it was
slowly wriggled down into place. Her ballooned breasts slipped into deep and
slightly compressing cups; popping past another set of thick, garrotting collars.
Each was now sealed into its own, airtight, encasing, torture chamber. What
she couldn't possibly see was that at the tip of each breast containment, there
was another, smaller, teat suction cup that would, once activated, draw her
ringed nipples and aureoles ever more strongly from her breasts, demanding impossible
distension of the tender flesh, thanks to the deeply embedded posts and prongs.
The entire inner surface of the upper portion, like the lower part was also
equipped with the silvery disks. By far the heaviest concentration of these
was around her breasts, inside the cups.
The upper portion covered her from the top of her head to halfway down her
shins, mating exactly to the lower half of the Sarcophagus. Inside, it moulded
to the still-exposed part of her body; but the liner had been made just a trifle
too large. When the top was tightened and locked closed, it would press firmly,
all over her body, increasing her sensation of total encasement immeasurably,
and ensure by its pressure that she'd not even be able to twitch. Now, the only
opening remaining was a heart-shaped aperture for her face.
