Cheryl fought to stand up, but she couldn’t; she was being held in a kneeling position, somehow. She looked around, but the room was dark; she could see a few indistinct shadows, but nothing clear.
How the hell had she got there? Last thing she remembered, she was working at her desk at work…
She tried again to stand up, as her legs were getting cold from the stone floor; she realised that her slacks couldn’t be there, otherwise she wouldn’t feel the cold so much. Also, there seemed to be something in her mouth…
She tried to call out but could only manage a loud grunt.
Lights suddenly snapped on. She tried to scream…
She was naked except for a leather harness that criss-crossed her body. Her arms were held behind her back by something that she couldn’t see. What shocked her most was the 8-inch rubber penis protruding from her mouth…
Two women walked into the room.
“Hello, pet”, the woman said. “Ready to start your training? Your services upstairs are no longer required; however, we decided to transfer you to another department instead of letting you go. You are now exclusively for executive stress relief, and I am going to start your training today with Maxine, here.”
Maxine lifted her skirt, then went to straddle Cheryl. Cheryl realised, with horror, what she was expected to do…
Placing her, Maxine put her hands on the back of Cheryl’s head, then started pumping her in and out…
Cheryl, completely against her will, soon brought Maxine to a climax. She moaned loudly, then smiled.
“She’ll do”, she said. “Let’s fit her in the case.”
The two women easily picked Cheryl up and carried her over to the other side of the room. Sitting there was a thick transparent latex case, roughly in the same shape as Cheryl kneeling. Cheryl fought and struggled, but it was no use, and she was soon sealed in the case.
“Oh, it’s glued shut, by the way”, the woman said. “You’re never getting out…”
The women walked away, chatting and chuckling, leaving Cheryl sobbing in her new home…
Cheryl was now more restricted than ever. She couldn’t move her body at all inside the case; all she could do was move her head back and forth, and tilt it up and down slightly, that was it.
One of the women had come back; Cheryl thought she was going to be freed… However, all the woman did was fit a featureless hood which had the mouth uncovered onto her, turning her into an anonymous ‘object’.
“That’s better”, she said. “After all, you’re just a piece of machinery, now.”
Cheryl whimpered as the woman walked away…
Cheryl was used for three weeks. Finally, she could cope no more and snapped. She was found unresponsive when someone went to use her, a little line of spittle dripping from beside her gag.
The user just reported that the machine was broken to the boss.
Horrifically, the boss just arranged to have the broken machine taken to the tip; she then started planning to build a new one.
As the case with Cheryl in arrived at landfill, bagged up, Danni was just waking up in the harness, on her knees…
Bu sheer chance, a workman at the tip spotted something weird about the bag with Cheryl in. The rubber penis had punctured the bag and was sticking out. Also, by chance, the penis sticking out of the bag was allowing Cheryl to carry on breathing, as there was a small hole down its length.
Taking a chance, the workman opened the bag…
“What a kinky machine!”, he thought. He then looked closer…
Some of the coating had been scratched off of the case when it was roughly carted to the tip. Some of Cheryl’s skin was showing through the gap…
The workman soon ripped all the plastic off, then started working on the case, frantically trying to lever it open. Eventually, he just used a mallet on the back…
He managed to lift Cheryl’s limp body out of the case. She was still alive, barely, but still completely unresponsive.
He managed to peel the hood off her and undo the gag, but everything else was locked on tightly. He then wrapped her in a tarpaulin to try and keep her warm, loaded her carefully into the back of his van and rushed her off to hospital…
In hospital, medics and a paramedic managed to get the harness off. Cheryl’s naked body was then lying on a cot.
“She’s still alive, but there’s nobody ‘in there’”, one of the doctors said. “God, what has she gone through…”
DNA checks identified Cheryl; her husband had placed a missing persons report a week ago. He rushed into the hospital, and cried as he saw her…
“She’s lost so much weight”, he said. “Also, what are all those bruises on her?”
“Er… I don’t know how to tell you this, but when she arrived, she was wearing some kind of harness that was locked onto her, holding her in a kneeling position…”
“What!?”
The police investigated; Cheryl was obviously the victim of some kind of deep sexual assault. They had collected the pieces of the casing and the bag it came in, as well as the hood and gag.
Their investigation led them to Cheryl’s original office…
“Oh yes”, the manager said, “She used to work here. We had to let her go, weeks ago, because of downsizing.”
The manager was the woman that had helped Maxine seal Cheryl into her ‘case’.
Once the police had left, the manager turned angrily to Maxine.
“How the hell did they manage to get her back?”, she asked. “This changes everything. You’ll have to take Danni home with you for a while and, shall we say, ‘look after her’.”
“I can manage that”, said Maxine, with a smile. “She’s been hooded; however, we haven’t got another case made yet, so I’ll just take her ‘as is’.”
That night, Maxine single-handedly carried Danni up from the basement, then threw her into the boot of her car, treating her like a piece of kit.
She had to arrange some way to keep her upright while she was ‘playing’ with her. She did this by fastening a collar round her neck, which she chained to opposing walls in her playroom. Danni struggled to get free as Maxine slid over her…
After, she just smacked Danni on the rump, then went to get herself some supper. Danni sobbed and whimpered, trying to pull herself free…
This was, however, the ‘firm’s’ greatest mistake, hanging onto Danni without doing a background check.
A week later, Danni’s partner reported her missing…
As soon as the report was filed, the name of the employer was flagged up as the same as Cheryl’s.
Enquiries at the firm revealed that Danni was also an employee that had been let go as part of the downsizing. Coincidences started adding up…
Pressure was brought to bear on the manager.
“You do realise that with both of these people, the last place they were seen alive was here, at work.”
Another member of staff pulled the police to one side, out of earshot of the manager.
“You should keep an eye on Maxine”, she said. “She and the manager are joined at the hip, now. Also, Maxine has been a lot more buoyant lately. She’s normally such a stroppy cow. It’s so out of character. She’s also eager to leave in the evening, now, and been late in occasionally. It’s almost as if she’s got something at home to keep her occupied…”
The police thought it could only be a case of sour grapes, or someone missing out on a promotion, but they decided to act on the info.
Maxine was tailed and watched. It was during this that a officer spotted Danni, being moved from the basement to Maxine’s bedroom. She’d forgotten to close the curtains…
As soon as the officer spotted the gag that Danni was wearing, he organised a raid.
Six armed officers broke into Maxine’s house an hour later. They found Maxine on top of Danni…
Maxine was now helping police with their enquiries. The police officer, disgusted, just threatened to leave Danni alone in a room with her, after they had freed her from her harness…
Maxine sang like a bird, implicating the manager…
That evidence was backed up from a surprising source.
Cheryl was becoming aware again, slowly but surely. She’d managed to speak enough to identify her attackers…
The manager and Maxine ended up in court. Expecting a long prison sentence, they were amazed when the were given suspended ones and large fines instead. The judge seemed to be being unnecessarily lenient…
Both Cheryl and Danni didn’t lodge an appeal to push for a custodial sentence. They had other plans.
Danni had found out where the harnesses, gags and other bondage equipment came from. Cheryl had worked in manufacturing; she had managed to get two more of the ‘cases’. They then took the manager and Maxine at the same time…
Both women woke up strapped up and hooded, with penis gags in their mouths. Cheryl and Danni then tried both of them…
Maxine and the manager knew exactly what was happening to them, and they realised how helpless they were. They both screamed as the felt the plastic of the cases being fitted around them…
Cheryl and Danni then enjoyed using their new ‘relaxation machines’…
People were shocked at one of the BDSM clubs in the ‘seedier’ parts of town, and it took a lot to shock them.
The relaxation machines had been ‘delivered and installed’ when the club was supposed to be closed. Staff came to open up the next evening to find the two women twitching inside their cases, trying to get free. They still used them…
A sheet left on the bar told them how to feed and care for the two ‘machines’; a list of ingredients for the feed, which only needed topping up once a fortnight, and how to empty the waste tank each month. It warned them not to attempt to open them; this would invalidate the warranty, as well as kill the occupant. Cheryl and Danni had made sure that Maxine and the manager would never see daylight again…
Cheryl and Danni even visited the club occasionally, just to see their victims twitching in their boxes. They even used them occasionally…
The police had a fair idea who was in the new machines; they just didn’t care. All the paperwork for the machines was in order, and it was keeping Maxine and the manager off of the streets…