WARNING: This one is dark, even for me! Read on only if you’re really interested in permanent non-consensual bondage, with threat to life…!

Jennie woke up on the bed at her hotel room.

Last thing she remembered, she was heading out to meet with her informant…

Working as a crime reporter had been rewarding. However, there had also come the threats…

Subtle, to start with, then not so much…

The last one had told her to stop looking into Transco Shipping, or suffer the consequences…

The person she had been going to meet was a driver for Transco, who could let her have the ‘dirt’ of the Transco operation.

She couldn’t even remember if she had made it to the meeting or not.

What was she doing back here, on the bed? She tried to yawn, then realised she couldn’t open her mouth…

Trying to sit up, she caught sight of the ‘outfit’ she was wearing for the first time. She also saw the note on the bedside table…

“Dear Ms Tate;

You have regrettably ignored our warnings and pushed further, so we have had to remove you as a threat.

The suit that you are now wearing is sealed on and permanently bonded to your skin. It covers your whole body except your nose and eyes, including acting as a gag over your mouth; this is really important to you, as I will explain in a minute. The gloves are specially treated to make it impossible for you to hold a pen, and they won’t allow you to operate phones or tablets.

There are also vaginal and anal plugs inside you. More to the point for you, however, is your urethra is also sealed shut. The suit is incredibly strong and completely covers you ‘down below’.

The powers that be wanted you to know that you were going to die, make it completely impossible for you to do anything about it, and make you suffer as long as possible.

This suit will do that. You can no longer eat or drink, and you can also no longer go to the toilet. It will be interesting to see whether the starvation or the pain of a ruptured bladder kills you first. I suspect that you will have gone insane long before then.

Better luck in the next life.

Regards…”

Moaning loudly, Jennie frantically started pulling at the suit, trying to get it off. It was like pulling at her own skin. She also started pawing at the space between her legs…

In the end, Jennie managed to get help, as the hotel still used pushbutton telephones, by dialling the emergency services and leaving the phone off the hook, moaning into it when someone answered.

When the police and paramedic arrived, she showed them the note…

The police tried asking her questions, but Jennie just shook her head as much as she could and pointed to her ears, which were blocked and covered. She was really starting to panic, as the gravity of the situation she was in hit her.

“Oh God, I’m going to die…”, she thought, humming loudly into her gag.

She just ignored everyone, pawing at the suit, trying to get free.

As needles wouldn’t penetrate the suit, the paramedic, in the end, had to give her a sedative using a mask, which he held over her face…

Jennie woke up in hospital and looked around. She suddenly realised the situation had gone from bad, to a whole lot worse…

Her mum was sitting at the end of the bed. Her eyes were puffy; she had obviously been crying. Jennie turned away from her; she didn’t want her to see her like this!

Her mum pulled her back toward her and hugged her. She mouthed slowly, “I’m here for you…”

Jennie was already in pain, but somehow her mother’s presence calmed her.

“The doctors think they might be able to help you”, her mother said. “It’s quite risky, however.”

“Worse than dying?”, Jennie thought. She shrugged, then nodded when her mum asked if she wanted them to try it…

The doctors had found out that, just because conventional tools couldn’t penetrate the suit (like knives, scissors, etc.) a medical laser could. They had rigged up one of the body scanners in the hospital to give them an in-depth picture of Jennie in her suit. This showed them exactly where to drill with the laser…

After a lot of work, they managed to unblock her anus and cut away a small area around her urethra and unblock that. Jennie could now use the toilet again. However, the vagina and her mouth were a different story…

Scans showed that even if they uncovered her mouth, Jennie would never talk again. Metal bands had been implanted in her mouth in such a way that they permanently clamped her jaws shut. They were also rigged in such a way that any attempt to cut them would cause them to spring open and drive up through the roof of her mouth into her brain, killing her instantly. Even if they had managed to remove them, however, her tongue and vocal cords had been removed. This problem was solved in the end by fitting a collar round Jennie’s neck that punched a small hole, letting her be given liquid food and drink.

The vagina was another issue again. It had been filled with liquid plastic, that had gone right back to her uterus. This plastic had set and thoroughly bound itself to her throughout her reproductive organs. It would make Jennie always feel pressure down below and make her think she needed the toilet. The people had done this as they felt it would make her feel as she would need the toilet more often and increase the torture.

The problem of the hands was easily solved; they just fitted Jennie with special gloves, that allowed her to hold things and use phones and tablets.

As one more ‘plus’, the doctors managed to make tiny holes in the plugs in her ears. Jennie could now hear again.

After the marathon operation, Jennie slowly regained consciousness in bed.

First thing she realised was she was still gagged! Had the operation failed?

She ‘mmphed’ at her mother, then pointed at her mouth…

“Let me get the doctor in”, her mother said, tears in her eyes. “He can explain…”

The doctor came in and spent the next half hour explaining to Jennie everything that had been done. She cried when finding out she’d never speak again and cried again when he told her about her vagina. Using the tablet that she could now operate, she thanked him for all that they had done for her.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t do more”, the doctor said, sadly.

To his amazement, Jennie reached up and hugged him.

“You tried your best”, she typed. “That’s all anyone can do.”

Jennie then typed another word…

“Bedpan!”

After Jennie had made herself comfortable, one of the Police Officers came back in. Before she could ask anything, however, another woman pushed her way in.

“Jen! Oh my god!”, Jennie’s girlfriend, Kay, cried. “What have they done to you…?”

The sobbing woman just landed on Jennie, hugging her.

“Er… I’ll come back later…”, the WPC said, letting herself out.

Kay frantically ran her hands over Jennie’s face, trying to find a way in. In the end, she kissed her on the gag, where her lips would have been.

“Hi…”, Jennie typed, hugging Kay back…

Jennie explained, slowly, what had happened. When she said about what had been done to her, she watched Kay’s face in amazement. She had never seen her friend so angry. Kay tried to be calm, and be there for Jennie, but she couldn’t. She was too angry, with a burning fury that wouldn’t be denied. She suddenly jumped up and dashed out of the room...

Down the corridor, Kay started punching the wall, wailing. She was still doing it when a doctor had to get two nurses to restrain her…

Shortly, Kay came back in, both her hands bandaged. Tearfully, the two women hugged, and they stayed like that until they both fell asleep…

Next day, Jennie’s editor came to visit. He found it difficult to talk to Jennie, as he also had feelings for her; this latex clad ‘shape’ on the bed was nothing like her. However, they both agreed they had a job to do, and Jennie’s column wasn’t going to write itself.

The attempt on her life had backfired, badly. Not only was Jennie more determined than ever to publish, but national news channels were also now interested, as were people higher up in the police force.

Jennie’s attitude was ‘what more can they do to me?’; it had made her stronger. When she walked back into the office the first time after the attack, everyone stood up and applauded her.

The hidden powers didn’t appreciate the adverse publicity.

The managing director of Transco ‘committed suicide’ that week, ‘jumping’ from the roof of his office building. All the financial records had been destroyed beforehand. Transco itself went bust shortly after. The next day a memory stick was dropped off at the police, containing all the evidence that they needed…

Kay smiled, quietly. Teach them to mess with her girlfriend…