Synopsis: Kafka’s sentencing for her crimes is a lifetime of bondage. She goes into it smug, ‘how bad can it be?’ She will quickly learn that it CAN be pretty bad, especially for a lifetime of it…

     Kafka had been running for years. Wanted by the Interastral Peace Corporation, she had managed to stay just ahead of their officers for all this time. The Corporation had had her at the top of their priority list, utilizing their best officers and assets to try to capture her. However, no matter how much time and how many resources they had spent attempting to catch her, she had always managed to evade them.

    One day, this all changed. Kafka's destiny is revealed to her, and she makes up her mind. She decides she must turn herself in, since it was revealed to her when she witnessed her destiny. The officials of the Peace Corporation were shocked to see the most wanted individual in the galaxy suddenly show up at one of there outposts, unannounced, declaring that she will be turning herself in. She was quickly reprieved of her weapons, restrained with the strongest restraints they had on hand (handcuffs and shackles), and transported her to the Peace Corporation Capitol.

    Kafka sat in the trial chambers, a smug look on her face while the prosecutor gave his closing remarks, arguing for the maximum punishment allowed to be given for her crimes. She knew she wouldn't be killed, she had seen that much in her destiny. She reclined in her chair, hardly paying attention to the prosecutor. He went on about how she was such a threat to the galaxy, and the only way she could atone for her crimes is through the death sentence, yada yada blah blah blah... Kafka studiously inspected her fingernails, evidently unimpressed by his speech.

    Finally, after an exhaustively long speech, the prosecutor finished and returned to his seat. The judge, situated at the front of the room behind a podium on a raised platform, sat and thought for a long while. She closed her eyes during this, debating in her mind as to what to do with Kafka. Kafka already knew that the outcome wasn't the death sentence, so she wasn't worried. She did lean forward to listen to what it was that she would be doing for the remainder of her life.

    The judge finally came to a conclusion. "Kafka, for your crimes against the galaxy, and the Interastral Peace Corp, I hereby sentence you to lifetime imprisonment in the highest security prison we are able to provide."

    At this the prosecutor fell into his seat, angry that he had failed to convince the judge. Kafka smiled. 'All they want me to do is serve some time in some dingy prison somewhere. Hah!'

    "The death sentence is too easy for you. I want you to be able to reflect on your actions, and what better way than in the highest security prison? On top of your lifetime stay, I am sentencing you to the highest level of bound imprisonment, intended to make your stay as uncomfortable as possible. I want you to regret your actions for the rest of your life, nothing less."

    Kafka perked up at this. 'Bound imprisonment? What, just me in a straightjacket or handcuffs for a while? That’s not bad at all!' Kafka grinned as she thought this to herself. 'This isn't even half as bad as I thought it would be!'

    "Do you understand your sentencing?"

    "Oh, Yes ma'am I do", Kafka said with a hint of sarcasm. The judge glared at her before waving her hand, dismissing her. Two large men came forward and cuffed and shackled Kafka, before leading her out of the trial chamber, Kafka taking small steps to comply with the shackles around her ankles. Smugly, she left, not worried about her fate in the slightest.

    It took a week to travel to the prison. Located on an ocean planet, way away from civilization, it hosted the worst criminals in the galaxy. Kafka entered it with her reputation preceding her, nobody would bother her here. She intended to run the place within a week as she was walked through the complex. "I'll have this place wrapped up in no time" she thought to herself as she looked upon the disappointing building. It may have been the most secure facility in the galaxy, but Kafka thought it was a pushover. She may not be able to leave, but her confident mind told her she could be in charge of the place within a week or two.

    Kafka was led through the entire facility, walking down flights of stairs with four guards surrounding her at all times. She must have traveled down a dozen flights from the surface, she knew they were under the water line by this point. 'Ooooo, scary, we're under water! Oh noooo, what ever shall I do?' Kafka thought to herself sarcastically, unimpressed. She was escorted down several more flights of stairs before arriving at a heavy metal door. One of the guards scanned a card, and the door swung open, revealing itself to be at least three feet thick. The other side was revealed to be an empty metal room with nothing but a single pole, about two foot in diameter, in the middle. The room measured roughly 20ft by 20ft. Looking closely, Kafka could see small metal cuffs welded to the pole, two near where her feet would be and two more around the back where her arms would go.

    "Oh guys, this looks pretty scary. Am I gonna be stuck here for a while?"

    "Shut your mouth, Kafka", one of the guards snapped.

    "Ohh, feisty aren't we? Well, just know I hold more power here than you think..."

    "Yeah, well, that power won't help you down here, tied to the pole."

    Kafka snorted. She was escorted to the pole where her cuffs and shackles were tentatively removed. While the guard did so, the other three drew shock batons and stood in front of the door, in case she tried to escape. 'These fools' Kafka thought to herself. 'I could take them all if I wanted.' Kafka chose to accept her punishment though, since that is what she had seen herself go through in her 'destiny'.

    After removing her restraints, the guard instructed her to step up to the pole and put her arms behind the pole near the cuffs. Kafka sighed and did so, moving her body sarcastically, unimpressed. The guard latched each cuff over her delicate wrists, then cinched the ankle cuffs down, securing her tightly to the pole. Only after she was completely restrained to the pole did the other three guards sheath their buzz batons and approach her to help out the fourth guard.

    "What, you guys aren't done yet?" Kafka asked as the group opened a box they had brought with them. Peering inside, Kafka could see dozens of coils of rope, rolls of tape, chains, and many other things to restrain her with.

    "The judge sentenced you to the maximum level of bondage, so this is what you get", one guard said without looking up from what he was doing. "First, we are going to silence that sarcastic mouth of yours."

    "Oh, well I guess you better get going with tha-mmph!" The guard who had spoken had stood up and shoved a large sponge deep into Kafka's mouth. She playfully moaned into the sponge, messing with the guard to try to make him uncomfortable. After forcing the sponge deeply into her mouth, the guard pulled out a massive red ballgag. Kafka hadn't realized that something usually found in a dungeon somewhere was now standard use at a prison. The three-inch ball was inserted into her mouth, forcing her to open her jaw as far as it could go. The gag was strapped into place with multiple straps wrapping about and over her head. The straps made an upside-down V shape over her nose, pulling the ball deeply into her mouth.

    "Mmmpphh! Mmmphh mmm mmpPHH!" Kafka moaned, unaccustomed to the rough treatment. She hadn't expected it to be this thorough, she already couldn't make any sounds that were even slightly similar to words. The sponge had expanded, filling her mouth and the back of her throat. The ballgag forced it deeper into her mouth, her tongue pressed to the bottom of her mouth tightly. "MMMMPPpphhh!!" Kafka tried to shake her head. The harness gag did its job, holding everything tightly in place. The only way that that was coming out is if she could free her hands, which in her position, she had no chance of doing.

    In the ball gag was a single, thin hole. In this hole the guard inserted a clear plastic tube, pushing it into Kafka's mouth. The guard worked it in circles until it twisted around the sponge and sat in the back of Kafka's throat.

    The guard wasn't finished. Pulling out a large roll of shiny tape, the began to wrap the tape around her head, layering over the top of the ballgag and around the tube, pressing the gag even deeper into her mouth. Kafka moaned and squirmed as the sponge was forced dangerously close to the point where her gag reflex would kick in. After about half the roll of tape, the guard finally stopped wrapping, tearing off the end and pressing it firmly against the layers beneath it. Stepping back to admire his work, he saw Kafka heavily gagged, her jaw held open painfully wide and her voice completely silenced. A small clear tube poked straight out of the center of the gag, where Kafka would be fed and watered from every day. Kafka felt her first twinge of uncertainty at her fate, unsure whether it was going to go as smoothly as she had initially thought.

    Finishing her gag, the guards moved on to securing the rest of her body. Before they began though, they first had to remove all of Kafka's clothing.

    "Can't have your clothing in the way while we work!" the guard said with a smile on his face.

    Kafka groaned, fuming beneath her gag. She would be willing to bet that removing her clothes wasn't necessary and the only reason they were doing it was so the guards could 'check out' her body. She was a beautiful young woman with very pretty curves. The guards worked quickly stripping her of her clothing until she stood, bound and gagged to the pole naked.

    The guard began with binding her feet and worked their way up. He wrapped rope tightly about the soles of Kafka's feet. He tied a string around her big toes, making sure she couldn't pull her feet apart. He moved his way up, looping rope around Kafka's ankles. He looped rope in between her legs around the bigger loops, cinching the bindings down tightly, frapping the rope. He did the same with loops of rope that he looped around the pole, pulling her feet in tightly to the pole. He frapped the rope between the pole and her legs, making sure Kafka wouldn't be able to wiggle them in the slightest.

    He moved his way up, using coil after coil of rope to secure her to the pole. He repeated his wrapping around her knees and thighs, then returned to fill in the gaps. He looped more above and below her knees, two loops evenly spaced along her calves, and another two loops around her bare thighs. The rope squeezed Kafka's fair skin tightly, leaving her no room for movement. At this point, Kafka was beginning to be worried about what was in store for her. She couldn't possibly be left like this for the rest of her life, right?

    Continuing up her body, the guard did the same around Kafka's waist. He tied a tight crotchrope around Kafka, the coarse rope rubbing painfully against her body. Kafka again flamed up under her gag, she knew the guard was being a perverted little boy but couldn't stop him from tying whatever ropes wherever he wanted. He further secured her to the pole, looping rope around her midsection in two places and frapping the rope with the pole, cinching them down tight. Kafka began to experience her breathing being restricted through the combination of the tightness of the gag and the tightness of the ropes about her body.

    The guard expertly tied a chest harness next, wrapping the rope in a pentagonal way around her chest. He fed the rope between her naked breasts, the coils of rope making each one pop out. Kafka groaned under her gag, annoyed at his actions. Using the chest harness, the guard finished her upper body by securing her chest to the pole in the same way he had with the rest of her body. Kafka was now extremely worried, her body was already beginning to ache from the tightness she was secured to the pole. Not to mention her mouth, which she already longed to close from the opened state it was being held in.

    To Kafka's distress, the guard began looping rope around her neck and the pole. After looping it several times, the guard frapped it to the pole, cinching it tight about her neck. For the slightest moment, breathing was robbed from Kafka as the rope cinched down over her windpipe. She briefly tried to struggle against the rope before the guard loosened the tightness slightly, just enough so she was able to breathe. Tying it off, Kafka was forced to keep her head pressed tightly against the pole so she could breathe, adding to the discomfort she was experiencing.

    Moving onto her arms, the guard looped rope about her wrists and forearms, securing them tightly to the pole. The cuffs already held her hand behind her back, but the rope now secured her elbows, forearms and upper arms to the pole, leaving Kafka with zero range of motion. By this point, Kafka was extremely distressed with the way the events had played out.

    Finished with the rope, the guards pulled out a pile of leather belts from the box. All four working together began to fish the belts in between her body and the pole, then wrap around her body. A dozen belts were applied to her legs alone, tightly securing them together in the places the rope didn't. More belts were added, wrapping around her entire body, securing her even more tightly to the pole. Straps were placed around her feet, her legs, her midsection, her chest and, to Kafka's horror, around her neck. The leather straps each were locked with a small padlock, the key for which was tossed into a jar. Kafka watched as more and more keys were added to the jar, slowly filling up with no idea which key worked for which lock.

    "Hey, do you know what they want us to do with the keys?" one of the guards asked his companion.

    "I was told to just toss it in the sea with a rock, let it sink to the bottom", he responded, grinning at the guard who had asked.

    Kafka began to panic. It seemed to her that the guards intended to leave her there for a long time, long enough that they were willing to toss the keys. She had assumed it would be a temporary thing, where she would be allowed to leave to eat meals or relax before returning to her bondage. This was much more permanent than she had in mind.

    Next, the guards pulled several rolls of shiny silver tape from the box. They began to mummify Kafka, starting at her feet. They wrapped layers of tape around her body and the pole, not moving on from a spot until the tape got to be at least a few layers deep. Kafka could feel the adhesive of the tape binding to her bare skin, the stickiness already pulling uncomfortably at it. They wrapped up her body, covering her entirely in tape up to her chest. Before wrapping tape around her chest, one of the guards pulled out a pair of metal clamps from the box. Kafka saw what was happening and began crying out into her gag, trying to keep the guard from placing them on her nipples.

    "Sorry, the judge specifically requested this. I don't know how she got the idea, and I don't really want to know. But, orders are orders..."

    Kafka watched in horror as the guard struggled to squeeze open the clamp. He slowly closed them over her nipples, making her cry out in pain. Kafka's nipples throbbed, only to be increased tenfold when the guards wrapped tape up over the top of them, pressing them tightly in towards her body.

    The guards continued wrapping tape up over her shoulders and her arms, securing everything down to the pole tightly. Her hands were forced into fists, then wrapped tightly in tape, rendering her fingers useless. Kafka would have zero dexterity with her hands as more tape was used to wrap her hands to the pole. They wrapped several layers around her neck, squeezing the belt and rope underneath it even tighter into her windpipe. Kafka had to strain her neck up and back to the pole to be able to snort air in through her nose, otherwise she wouldn't be able to breathe.

    The guards finished with wrapping tape around her head, adding more layers to her gag. The tape circled around the pole, forcing Kafka to keep her head in the position she could breathe in. She no longer would be able to 'escape' by suffocating herself if it ever became too much for her. What little movement of her head she had was reduced to zero when they wrapped tape up over her eyes and forehead, blinding her and locking the top of her head to the pole.

    Kafka was now reduced to a shaking, quivering mess. She struggled to remain standing upright, allowing her chest slightly more room to breathe. Tears began to well up in her eyes beneath the blindfold of tape as she was subjected to such extreme bondage. She now believed she would be doomed to a life of bondage, locked in a small cellar at the bottom of some remote prison at the edge of the galaxy. She would live the rest of her life restrained in that way, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything other than exhaust herself trying to loosen her restraints in the slightest.

    The guards were not finished with Kafka yet. They pulled the last and heaviest items from the box: piles of heavy steel chains. They began to tightly wrap them about Kafka, adding a second layer of mummification. She felt the large links dig painfully into her body as the coils of chain clinked and clattered, slowly being tightened down by the guards. They used a ratchet to pull them tight. Kafka could hear it as it clicked, each click digging the edge of yet another link into her body at some angle.

     More chains were applied, stretching from the coils of chains to anchors on the wall. They were locked in place with more padlocks. A dozen or more lengths of chain secured Kafka’s mummy to the wall, enough where Kafka looked like she was bound in the center of a spider’s nest.

    Kafka couldn't see it, but was able to hear the guards as they began to indiscriminately add large padlocks to random places on the coils of chains. They linked bundles of three or four coils together all around her body, making sure they wouldn't be able to be removed without a dozen keys. Kafka listened as each new padlock was clicked shut, the sound of a key clinking against the side of the jar and clattering in with all the other keys.

    It was official in Kafka's mind: she was doomed to spend the rest of her life in this bondage hell. Her body was already shaking from the stress of the bondage as she snorted air in through her nose, each breath a struggle to take in. Her nipples were crying in pain, the harsh metal clamps digging their way into her breasts. A steady stream of tears flowed from her eyes, only to gather underneath the wraps of tape covering her eyes. With each breath she groaned into her gag, regretting her decision to turn herself in. She didn't care what her destiny was now, all she wanted was to be done with this bondage hell.

    Finally the guards were finished with securing Kafka. The only things left to add were a few special treats personally requested by the judge as part of her sentencing. The first of these was small vibrators to be taped to the bottom of Kafka's feet and under her armpits. These would be powered indefinitely, tickling Kafka for as long as she was restrained there. The guards worked quickly, taping each vibrator in place. Switching them on, Kafka was rendered to a twitching struggling mass of tape and chains as she cried out into her gag, trying to dislodge the devices. They held in place without budging, no matter how hard Kafka flicked her feet or twisted her body. Not that she could twist her body at all, but straining against the bonds gave her the impression of twisting, when in reality she was getting nowhere.

    Secondly, expanding ear plugs were placed in Kafka's ears. Her sense of hearing was entirely robbed from her, the sound-proof foam preventing even the loudest sounds from entering. Only pressing, loud silence was present in Kafka's senses, and it would remain this way for the rest of her imprisonment. A gun could have been fired next to her ear and she would have been unaware of its presence.

    Lastly, as the guards left, the last one out pressed a button on the wall near the door. The button made the pole shift upwards, raising Kafka into the air. The guard stopped once she was fully suspended, her feet dangling about a foot off the ground. Unable to touch, Kafka could no longer add a slight bit of looseness to the bindings around her chest. Her upper body was now hanging from the bindings, adding to the suffocating feeling she felt.

    The guards filed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind them. Kafka couldn't hear or see them leave, so she kept pleading with the empty air for over an hour. She flexed her arms, pinned behind the pole around her back. The metal cuffs underneath all the other layers of bondage sealed the deal for her. Even if she somehow managed to remove the tape, chains and rope, the cuffs would still be there, welded to the metal, preventing her from removing the clamps or vibrators. Suspended in the air on the pole, Kafka was left with only one thing she could move about: her feet. She constantly flicked and wiggled her feet in an attempt to dislodge the ticklish vibrators, much to the amusement of the guards on the security cameras.

    Her gag was painfully working its way further down her throat. The dozen layers of tape over the top of the massive ball gag, all working together to shove the sponge even further down her throat all added up to making her gag reflex activate every once in a while, making her eyes water as she retched into her gag, feeling like she was choking. The tube was painfully being jammed into the roof of her mouth, and everytime she was fed the sponge became saturated with the disgusting slop they fed her, leaving the taste in her mouth for hours, finally leaving when it was time to be fed again.

    She was completely shut out from the world, being kept 'entertained' by the vibrating ticklers, the nipple clamps keeping her in pain, every one of her senses cut off from the outside world. The only way she knew that someone had entered the room was when food or water began to flow through the tube unannounced, usually making her cough and choke, unprepared for the sudden rush of fluid. In this way, Kafka served out her life sentence in the prison, completely restrained in this hellish nightmare.