Cyber Punked! Part 2

  The guard removed her hand, moments later there was an ominous clatter as more supplies were retrieved from the storage lockers. As she was blindfolded the guard described everything that she was going to do to her prisoner, in agonizing detail.

    “This U shaped filter goes up your nose. The tubes will expand locking it in place up your sinuses and clamping it to your sternum”. It was a horrible intrusion to have the stainless steel rubber jacketed device pushed inside her body. Its automated function was painful and disorientating.

    “It regulates how much oxygen you can get. Helping to pacify you, keeping you pretty helpless … breathless”. Kayla desperately tried to draw in air, only to have it tightly rationed to her burning lungs.

    “Now these ear plugs go in they expand in your ear canals and broadcast white noise. Cancelling every other sound out, except my voice”. Kayla started to scream inside her own head as the rest of the world seemed to disappear. All the sounds from the background that you barely noticed the hum of lights etc, all of them disappeared in an instant.

    “I am going to leave you listening to a looping recording of me mocking you. You helpless hot bitch, what a piece of spank-able ass”. Her buttocks were groped yet again by the security guard, who seemed to be very turned on having complete control over her.

  The detainee felt something touching her head, she tried to pull back.

    “A synthetic cap to protect your hair”. The guard pulled something over her blue hair that left her looking like she was bald. With the grey rubber cap in place she was setting her up ready for the next part. More worrying she felt that something was wrong with her cybernetics, that was disturbing.

    “This little chip I am clipping into your input jack is very important. It’s a cohesion chip, it will monitor your mental state and keep you within certain boundaries. You see it will keep your mind from falling apart under extreme isolation. No matter how much you might want it to, there will be no escape into madness”.

  The restraints shifted around her and the air was squeezed out of her body.

    “Now I just need to put the waist belt in place, so you can’t move about too much for the next bit”. Kayla squirmed against her restraints, dreading what would happen to her next.

    “When I release this collar, then this mould goes over your head and neck”. She tried to pull away as the mechanism engulfed her head and neck clamping onto her shoulders.

    “Struggle all you want its locked round your head now! There is no way to get out, its filling with a compound that will seal you into a nice almost permanent high security discipline isolation hood posture collar combination”.

  It felt as if her head was submerged in mud then, put in an oven for a few moments. It released Kayla when the slurry seemed to set.

    “There you go out of the mould, give it a few seconds to contract and harden”. The security guard guessed that by way she was trying to move about it must have been exceedingly unpleasant under the slowly contracting hood.

    “That is a ultra dense rubberoid-titanium posture collar discipline hood combination, fused over your head and neck. There is just a breathing port and a feeding port buried under half an inch of punishingly tight industrial material that you have no way to remove. Blind deaf mute helpless sexy as hell, it’s just going to shrink a little bit more”. Kayla felt like she was being buried in concrete drowning, but the sensation just didn't end. The pressure over every inch of her head was unbearable.

    “All you can hear is my voice bitch and I have only just begun to punish your sexy body”. The detainee wasn't sure what was worse the guards words whispered in her head, or her hands roaming over her trapped body.

  The restraint shifted around, the poor captive could feel something being fitted over her chest.

    “Let’s get your breasts covered up with these contraction punishment cups”. Something rather tight was pulled over her large breasts.

    “See they vacuum fit onto your lovely tits once in place”. The detainee had to ask why they needed to do this to her? What could she possibly do to someone to warrant this treatment, but it just got worse.

    “Then the base clamp engages really nasty. The toothed nipple clamps lock and twists. Then the punishment electrodes dig into your flesh”.

  Kayla was violently shaking about as much as she could. Which didn't do anything to make it better, she couldn't dislodge them.

    “Then the entire thing contracts without mercy, there is absolutely nothing you can do as the lock-down mesh just gets tighter and tighter. It makes you look so fucking sexy with your huge tits crushed like that, bulging out like two balloons in a wire net”. The sensitivity of her breasts was extreme, this was making her feel as if she was going mad. As the security guard cradled her flesh through the punishing material.

  She spent several minutes simply groping and caressing those orbs.

   “Wow your tits feel so good. I could spend all day squeezing them like this! It must really hurt the way that your nipples are being constantly twisted”. The clamps bit down harder and continued to twist against her nipples. Kayla tried to cry into the gag but it muffled her pleas and proceeded to punish her again for trying to speak out.

    “Now let’s get you into this dead lock security belt”. The captive didn't want to find out what the hell that was. She twisted around as the device she was cuffed to forced her legs open and made her present her ass higher in preparation for what was to come.

    “It just needs a bit of lube to get you ready, actually I might as well give you a few little tests first”. The lubricant being smeared on her ass and pussy was making her very worried. What was going to be done to her helpless body next?

  The machine shifted around a little more, folding her tightly over ready for the next procedure.

   “Let’s just give you a nice deep enema to clean you out”. The nozzle was not small or comfortable and the mix of cleansing chemicals injected inside her was not appreciated at all. The gag gave her another punishment for trying to scream the house down as the solution flowed into her body.

    “Wow you must really hate that don't you, tough luck”. The security guard massaged her tummy twisting her intestines, causing her to suffer. Then after she had her fun she activated the drain valve.

  The prisoner thought that it might be over, but of course there was worse to come.

    “Now I am starting the endoscope to check you haven't got any contraband hidden up your ass deep in your guts”. There were clamps spreading her buttocks and the tip of the device slowly started to enter her body.

    “I set it to go really slow, wow you don't like that one bit either. I am going to get a coffee”. The machine was designed for efficiency not comfort. Kayla cried into the gag and was punished for it as the probe went bored away deeper and deeper.

  Much later the guard came back and looked at the read out from the machine.

    “I am back and it’s over, look at that it didn't find anything”. She wiggled in her restraints with the mass of machinery sitting coiled in her guts. Another button and it started to unwind.

    “Let’s give you another enema to be on the safe side”. As soon as the endoscope came free the nozzle pushed its way back in and ran another cycle with bowel scalding chemicals being pumped into her body.

    “Your ass will be a bit tight for the plug, so I am going to loosen you up a little with this strap on”. For a moment Kayla thought it might be a joke. Everything else that the guard had spoken about had been done to her body.

  The tourist tried to brace herself and prepare as the hard segmented titanium and rubber monster was worked up her beleaguered back passage. She was not prepared for the size of the member or the intensity of the assault. The guard embraced her from behind intent on using her curvaceous body, she started to play with her tits enjoying the control she held over her pinned captive.

    “Oh, pounding on your sweet ass is so fucking sexy … especially when you can’t do a thing about it”. After a good twenty minute session she was sure that she had broken Kayla in. The cohesion chip had to work a few times, to keep her mind together throughout the ordeal.

    “Your tits make the perfect hand holds, now that should have gotten you nice and ready”. After a new and agonizing humiliating experience the latest indignity was pulled out of her body. Soon to be replaced by another no doubt.

    “Now let’s get this belt on your body bitch”.

  A big chunky segmented chrome belt was slipped around her hips. It came with a wide crotch plate with accessories lined up, all ready to settle in place. Once started the process would be mostly automated. The poor prisoner felt the apparatus start to move of its own volition.

    “The labia clamps are just working ... they are really aggressive, it must be painful. They will punish you for any hint of resistance or arousal”. If felt as if a vice had latched onto Kayla most sensitive flesh, rather disturbing but only a prelude to everything else she would have to endure.

    “Then there is the clitoris clamp and the vaginal punishment mesh deploying inside you”.

  She tried to wiggle her hips, anything to reduce the pain but it was inescapable.

    “It tightens up real nice and electrifies with random shocks. You can feel the edging module, you will not be able to orgasm, you will not get a break. It must feel like you have just been fisted deep and hard with a taser glove”. Kayla cried into the gag and was silenced with an electrified rebuke.

  Only half of the belt was in place the last section manoeuvred around.

    “Don't worry about the next bit its self-lubricating, that is for the anal plug. It telescopes inflates and expands deploying those blunt rubber punishment spikes to really make it hurt. Also, If I wanted to give you another taste of my strap on it will just disengage that section, so your nice and accessible”. She could feel the spikes, they focused all her attention. It was excruciating, far worse than what she had just suffered with the strap on.

    “On this mode I bet it feels like your being continually pumped in the ass with a piston and there is nothing at all that you can do about it”. She was squirming against the belt, it was too much everything all at once.

    “I have set it to jack hammer mode to keep you nice and disciplined”. The intensity of the party in her ass suddenly went from horrible to unbearable. She spasmed and slumped in her restraints.

  The guard hugged her around the waist squeezing her tightly.

    “Now the entire belt contracts and locks, you can’t get away from it”. The sensations as the belt crushed down on her waist were horrific. Causing the cohesion chip to fire off to keep her mind stable. Kayla could feel every uncomfortable bit of sensation running through her body.

    “You can feel the catheter as it expands. It’s also got a little electrode in it to help you get the message”. She felt every part of her body being punished and constrained, it was totally merciless. She was inescapably trapped within the perpetual punishment mechanism.

  A large red canister with various warning labels prominently displayed upon it was slotted into the base connector at the back of the belt.

    “Let me just inject this expanding foam cleansing agent into your back passage. Only a litre it will keep slowly expanding for the next 8 hours slowly twisting about in your guts until it feels like six litres, as you get mercilessly pumped”. The guard hugged her tummy. The cleansing foam was so much worse than the enema solution. But worse Kayla knew that the problem would only grow and grow over time.

  The guard reassured her that it would get worse.

    “Don't worry, I will add a note to your file that you need to have a nice high colonic enema every 8 hours. Then the cleansing foam will be perpetually replaced, so you always feel full. However, I am going to get them to slowly increase the volume to two litres of foam”. This woman was her own personal demon and she was now in hell. Kayla asked herself how she could get away!

    “Let’s see, force feeding variant 12 nutrient paste. That stuff tastes worse than old socks”. It truly tasted vial as it was forced down her protesting throat, triggering another round of punishment.

    “Your legs look sexy, but I have something to make them even better”. She felt fear rising up in her body as her right leg was freed and something was worked over her foot swiftly followed by the left. A set of extreme footwear that went up to just below her crotch encasing her legs. Once in place they mercilessly tightened up.

    “Now these heelless thigh high ballet boots have gyro stabilizers built into them, you can feel the internal claps on your toes and around your ankle. Then the foot pads on your souls have a stimulation function, it will feel like you’re being tickled. I am sure that will make it really interesting”! She was suddenly assaulted by new sensations and actually seemed to be trying to laugh into her gag, it was too much!

  The position of the table shifted so that she had to practically put all her weight on her toes.

    “Forced onto tip toe, yet held in that position. You will find it really hard to fall over while they are still incredibly punishing on your feet”. The shooting cramps in her toes had only just started, she wobbled backwards and forwards held in place by just the neck clamp. Not even putting her full body weight on her feet yet.

    “Let me just link them together with a short 4 inch tether hobble. Now that your properly restrained, I can release you from the processing station”. The security guard returned the boarding chit, attaching it to her forehead on the hood so that it could be scanned.

    “Now to get you moving I am clipping a lead from your collar to a compliance security drone that will drag you along. Oh, look it deployed a secondary set of anchors to your clamped tits, that looks painful”. It was fucking painful, but there was absolutely nothing that Kayla could do about it!

    “A second security drone will fly behind you. It has a corporal punishment module that has been set to liberally apply percussive persuasion to your behind, to encourage you. It’s set on punishment level 1 ... err let’s make that level 2”. She was slowly dragged away by the robot as the second one started to motivate her to progress faster.

    “The air hostess will take you to your seat ... it’s got a full pressure body restraint harness. For the full ten hours of the flight”.

  She patted Kayla on the back,

    “After you get to your destination there will be up to a two week quarantine in a secure location, until you get released from your current restraint package. Of course, your holiday is for two weeks so they might just send you back”. She was trapped like this. The thought of being trapped like this for two weeks had her utterly terrified. The cohesion chip fired again to keep her mind in balance.

    “Now just to be on the safe side, I am just going to flag you for every suspect list. So, you might be spending a little longer in that restraint package”. The cohesion chip fired yet again, as her panic levels spiked inside her bondage. Kayla was dragged off on her dream holiday.

TWO WEEKS LATER

    “How did you enjoy your holiday Kayla? Wow they sent you back packaged the exact same way”. She raised her scanner over the holographic chit, though she had suspected something like this might happen. Really it was what she had planned all along.

    “Ouch, checking the records they left you in the same security package all holiday, guess you never got out”. The tourist squirmed against her bonds achieving little.

    “That belt was set to edge and punish. Wow, you haven't had any sleep or orgasms whatsoever”. She was incredibly frustrated at this point, but the belt wouldn't let her orgasm no matter how horny and desperate Kayla was.

    “Let’s just check your records, nutrient paste, and cleansing foam deep flush enema's. Made to do forced exercise rest periods in a hog-tie vacuum sack, not much of a life”. The cohesion chip had been working overtime to keep her mind from fracturing and disintegrating.

    “Let’s get you some industrial strength cleansing foam to fill you right up. You can feel the foam slithering up inside you, knotting your guts”. The detainee could testify that the industrial strength stuff was far worse than the regular cleaning foam that she had been forced to endure.

    “Now let’s switch up that anal plug from jack-hammer to bitch-breaker mode”. The intensity of the pumping in her rear shot up, the spikes inflating further to increase her torment.

    “Wow you’re having difficulty even standing up. Let me just adjust your corporal discipline helpers to give you more encouragement. I will raise the punishment setting to level 4. No, I am generous, level 5 there that should help you. You don't have to thank me. Let’s set them to give you a tour round the airport see you in two hour’s time, think of it as community service”. It was agony to be bound up like this, it was humiliating to be displayed like this. But Kayla had no hope of escaping her helpers as they led her off.

  After a slow torturous loop around the terminal as a warning to anyone who wanted to object to boarding procedures she came back to the start.

    “Well I hope you enjoyed that circuit. I am meant to release you now. But on second thoughts I have a much better idea”. That tiny stubborn hope that it might be over quickly faded away.

    “Why don't you come home with me? I have a nice tiny little high security cage I can shove you in under my bed. It will be a bit of a struggle but I am sure you will fit”. Kayla rejected that with every fibre of her being.

  The guard was not taking no for an answer, as she presented her offer formally.

    “Now be a good sub and digitally sign this permanent indentured servitude contract, to make it nice and official”. There was no way that she would give her consent, the security officers authority had to run out somewhere!

    “I can override this setting and force you to digitally sign an indentured servitude contract and it’s all legal, your my little bondage bitch”. The prisoner panicked struggling to run away, it was too late she was now officially the guards property.

    “I can have the feeding gag modified so it can be removed, so that you can actually put your tongue to work”.

    “Let me just get your head back into the machine, to modify the discipline hood. To add a nice little service hatch so you can put that tongue of yours to a proper use”. Having the hood modified was disconcerting but not anywhere as bad as being imprisoned in it in the first place.

    “Out it comes, I bet it feels good not to have the feeding probe down your throat for once after two weeks. A nice deep kiss … oh yes … your so fucking hot like this”. She was completely at the mercy of the security officer as she had the bitches tongue shoved down her throat.

    “Totally worth it ... now back in it goes, swallow the entire length like a good girl Kayla. Then I can lock this face plate over the top”.

  The entire length of the probe went back down the captive's throat then locked and inflated. The metal cap fixed over the top was more decorative than anything practical. The original restraints and precautions were already far too much for her to ever overcome.

    “Perfect, let me just order a year’s worth of industrial strength cleansing foam and nutrient paste. You’re not going to get one moment of peace as my plaything. As I train you to put that tongue to good use. I will give you the ass fucking of a life time with a nice big strap on. You shouldn’t have said that about my dental work all those years ago”. Kayla screamed inside the hood as her captors hands started to squeeze her body and she imagined the humiliations yet to come. Who would think that someone could take one little comment so personally and hold a grudge for so many years.

The end ...