“Please… wait… what am I doing here?”

Claire struggled as the two women bundled her along the corridor.

She had just been leaving work as she was forced into the women’s car; she had no idea why they had grabbed her, or what was happening to her.

She tried pleading with them again; one of the women slapped her, and she shut up.

“Feisty, this one”, one of the women said, with a strangely artificial voice. “She’s going to need a fair bit of training…”

“Wait… what?”, said Claire, earning herself another slap.

“We’ll need a hood with a built-in gag”, the other woman said, also sounding strange. “She can’t seem to shut up for a minute…”

Claire was dragged into a room. Before she even had time to react, the two women quickly stripped her naked. She was then forced into a thick latex straight jacket…

“Wait! Stop! Why are you doing this…!”

“Your ex-husband asked us to care for you”, the woman said. “Or was it take care of you, I never remember which. You’ve been committed to this asylum indefinitely; after all, you must have been insane, to divorce him…”

“No! No! He was abusing me!”

“Yes, and now it’s our turn instead…”

The woman then brought out the helmet. It was a ‘hard shell’ helmet, made out of really thick rubber, with buckles all round to lock it on and an inward pointing penis gag for her mouth. Claire fought and struggled as the women brought it up to her head…

“Any last words?”, one of the women asked…

“Don’t do this! Please!”

The back of the helmet was fitted against her head. As the front of the hood was swung down, Claire clamped her mouth shut. She wasn’t letting that ‘thing’ in there! One of the women then just pinched her nose.

Claire had to open her mouth to gasp for air, and the front of the helmet was slammed shut.

There was a heavily tinted visor built into the front of the hood; Claire could just about see out to stop herself from bumping into furniture, but only in bright light. In darkness she would be totally blind. There was also a small hole in the middle of the gag for water and liquid food; the helmet wasn’t coming off any time soon…

The women pushed Claire into her ‘cell’ and locked the door. Claire had just enough time to find the cot before the light was turned off, plunging her into darkness. She cried herself to sleep…

Next morning, Claire was roughly sat up, then fed by something being pushed into her gag. The person feeding her then dumped her back on her cot and left, not saying a word.

A short while later, someone pushed her onto her back on the cot, spread her legs wide and undid a zip in the straight jacket over her crotch. They then had sex with her using a strap on, also not saying a word. Claire kept trying to pull away; the person just slapped her, hard, then carried on, pushing even harder into her.

They then pulled out, did the zip back up and locked it, then left, never saying anything.

This went on for a week; finally, Claire snapped.

When the person spread her legs in the afternoon, Claire just started head butting blindly at the shape looming over her, screaming into her gag. By sheer chance, one of her headbutts connected; the shape crumpled in a heap.

Frantically trying to see, Claire staggered out of her cell and headed off down the corridor. At the same time, an alert was triggered by the collar built into her helmet…

Claire was the only current occupant of the ‘asylum’, and she had decked one of the two women that had taken her. The other, alerted by the alarm, came running…

Claire just put her head down and charged, furious. She wasn’t letting anyone stop her now…

The other woman went flying, hit a wall and was instantly knocked unconscious.

Claire carried on the corridor, went up the stairs and charged through a door, which happened to open outward, not inward…

She recognised the room she came out into!

It was the hall at her ex-husband’s house!

The bastard had been holding her in his basement!

Now, how the fuck was she going to get out of there…?

She froze, terrified, as her ex opened the door and walked in. He had been out at a business meeting; the last thing he expected when he came home was to find his ex-wife in bondage in his hall…

He walked around her, examining the terrified woman from all angles.

“Wow. The twins really did a number on you, didn’t they?”, he said. “Oh, I forgot, you can’t hear me unless I link up to the headphones in your helmet…”

He took his phone out and pressed a few buttons. There was a click in Claire’s ears…

“Hello darling, welcome back home”, he said. “You’re going to be here for quite a while, now, so get used to it. My girls haven’t finished playing with you yet, not by a long shot. I hope you haven’t roughed them up too much. Ah, no, here they come now…”

The two women emerged from the basement door, furious. The each perched themselves either side of her ex-husband, snuggling up to him.

“These two replaced you, perfectly. They’ve got all of your skills, and none of your complaints. They also really like to play…”

The two women advanced menacingly on Claire, grabbed her, and bundled her back down the stairs…

The women didn’t go easy on Claire. She screamed into her gag as they beat her; they then hung her upside down from her ankles by chaining her to a ring in the ceiling of her cell. Once again, they never said a word.

They also just left her swinging there, walked out and locked the door.

Claire was left like that for two days, swinging gently back and forth.

No food, no sex, nothing.

Her ears were screaming from the blood rushing to her head; she had passed out three times and was already getting dizzy again…

After the two days hanging there, it was back to the previous routine. Food in the morning, sex in the afternoon. Claire was beginning to lose hope and go numb; the women knew they were getting to her when she started spreading her legs as soon as she heard the door open in the afternoon…

This time, however, instead of sex she was grabbed and taken to another room. This room was set up like an operating theatre…

Claire was sedated, then the two women started working on her.

The straight jacket and helmet were removed, and she was cleaned all over, then all her hair was removed. Her tongue was forked and her vocal cords were removed.

She was then sealed into a full body suit, and started looking very familiar…

By the time the women had finished dressing her, and fitted her with a wig, she was identical to them.

The ‘twins’ were now triplets. Claire had been her ex-husbands third wife. The twins were wives one and two, only able to speak when fitted with special collars. They had, however, managed to tell Claire a few things whilst changing her...

Nobody ever really escaped her ex’s influence. They all ended up permanently serving him…

He smiled as the triplets lined up in front of him, and all bowed together.

“You’ve trained her well”, he said. “Right, who’s turn is it tonight?”

Two of the triplets pushed the third forward. She smiled, curtsied and wrapped herself around him.

“Ok, girls, see you later”, he said to the other two. They turned away and left to tidy the basement…

Sex in her new bodysuit was incredible. She did prefer it with the women, though…

Claire slid a knife out of the hidden compartment in the back of her right leg. Her ex was just in the throes of a massive orgasm when she stabbed him.

He stared down at the knife sticking out of him in shock.

“You… bitch…”, he groaned, as life fled him.

Her ‘sisters’ were waiting to congratulate her as she left the room…

He had well trained the previous two women to take care of everything, his first wife best of all. They all carried on running things now he was gone, with the paper trail all established to show that he had left everything to a disabled group of triplets that had befriended him. His body was already gone; he had supposedly died in a fire smoking in his car…

The three women hugged each other, then went to bed together, really grateful to Claire for disposing of the 'problem'.

Normal life wasn’t possible for them anymore; especially with being unable to talk, now the husband was no longer around to activate their speech collars, and their forked tongues weren’t repairable. They didn’t mind too much, however; they were now each millionairesses, and they also had each other. They had been united by a common hatred for a certain man, and this had drawn them closer together.

Sex together was also incredible, especially all three at once…