Monica's Travels 25
by Richard Alexander (Gromets Plaza)
(story continues from Monica's Travels 24)
Chapter Twenty Five – Containing the Enemy
Work began in earnest the next day. Mary was formally put in charge of the prisoners, specifically their exercise and the odd seeing-to as required, just to keep them conscious.
The rest of the girls, under Trish and myself, helped with the unloading and unpacking of the various items that were delivered. Trish took over the detail of what we wanted for specific restraints, talking with Phil the electrician. He was a quiet young guy, educated – as many electricians are – to a level a cut above your average tradesman. He was smart and inventive, and he soon grasped what we were after. He gave me enough cable to start running it out to the container, while he found a table by the pool and set about constructing the switches we were after.
By the end of the first day we were well on the way to completing the interior of the container. The holes were cut for the TV and air conditioner, and the sink bench, stove and fridge were installed. It was all a bit like one of those renovation specials that seem to be all the rage these days. Except that this time there was not a potted plant, slatted screen or feature window in sight.
The longest activity was getting the head harnesses made up, which had to incorporate the switches that Phil had constructed along with the special orders from Martin’s. But there was another angle I still had to take care of, and here I commandeered Shawnee’s skills though she was not in the same computer league as Dianne working at the Citadel. Accordingly I gave Shawnee her instructions and told her to get in touch with Dianne, and between the two of them they had to make the system work.
Two more days flashed past, and we were finally ready to provide the house-warming party for Jade and Portia. The pair of them had been seriously deprived of sensory input, kept in their hoods and chains for three days. Now it was time to properly prepare them.
We had ransacked their wardrobes, which had proved fairly extensive. According to Mr Foo, this was the second time they had rented the house, spending three months here the previous year, living the high life while escaping the heat and humidity of the Macau monsoon season. They either did not travel light, or they had done some serious shopping in the LA fetish stores, if the racks of clothes were anything to go by, and it was amongst these that we had ferreted for ideas.
For the first time in many hours, they saw the light of day as their hoods were removed. Until this time they had been fed through a straw poked through the mouth zipper after pushing out the sponge ball, which was promptly replaced after the ‘meal’. Now they were blinking in the bright light of the living room, as Mary took charge, watched by the rest of us, including Melanie, who had joined us for the big occasion. Monica, now almost back to her normal self, wearing a white teeshirt and denim skirt, had pride of place in a comfortable armchair, with Shawnee at her feet and Emma sitting on one arm of the chair. Jill was assisting Mary, producing the various items as she requested them. Portia was the first to receive the treatment, while Jade was obliged to kneel at Monica’s feet beside Shawnee, and I had difficulty working out who was the more offended of the pair.
Both women were still handcuffed in the one-piece cuffs, though the thumb cuffs had been removed, and both still wore the heavy collars locked around their throats. With the removal of the hoods, the sponge balls had been replaced with standard ball gags, to silence the complaints about their treatment.
Portia now stood in the centre of the room, cuffed, collared and gagged. With Mary’s sense of the dramatic, Portia’s mobile phone rang, the muffled tune clearly emanating from her pussy, and causing Portia’s hands to fly to her crotch with a despairing moan, as the vibrations began. Mary handed her a pair of scissors, and Portia fumbled awkwardly to cut the plastic cable ties sewing her labia together, all the while snorting in frustration. Eventually she managed to hold still long enough to snip the ties, and the phone with its condom wrapping slid slickly out on to the carpet, still buzzing wickedly. Portia sighed with relief.
“You have three thousand two hundred and seventeen missed calls,” said Trish in an electronic voice, and we all hooted with laughter, while Portia blushed furiously.
Jill held up a heavy red rubber corset.
“Put your hands over the mantelpiece,” ordered Mary peremptorily.
Giving Mary a filthy look, Portia did as she was told, while Mary slipped the corset around the Chinese girl and began lacing it with thin stainless wire through the loopholes, tugging it tight at each level. Portia was breathing faster and more shallowly as the garment constricted her torso. Mary finished it off crimping the wires together and snipping the loose ends, making a tidy and professional job of it.
“Now put your hands behind your head.” Portia did so, and Mary padlocked a ring on the cuffs to a metal loop protruding from the collar, forcing Portia to remain with her elbows pointing to the ceiling. The move lifted her breasts and accentuated her figure, which was already made quite delightful by the corset.
“Now, turn around and show everyone.”
Portia did so, displaying a lovely hourglass figure from her stomach to the underside of her breasts. The thick red rubber glistened against the white of her skin, and was matched by the pair of boots that Jill next produced for our inspection.
“Jade, since you’re down on the floor, you can put these on Portia,” said Mary. Jade was about to object, I could see, then appeared to think the better of it. Portia leaned against the edge of the mantelpiece while Jade pulled on the first boot. It was of scarlet leather, rising to just below Portia’s knee, where the zipper stopped. The boots had five-inch heels of a most imposing nature, and when she was wearing them Portia looked most imposing, if a little unsteady.
“Come here, Portia,” said Mary, calling her to the centre of the room. “Shawnee, your turn.” Shawnee slid across the floor and ran a tube of superglue up each zipper, wearing a disposable glove to work the glue in amongst the teeth of the zippers. “Oh, you might add a dab in the lock of the collar, Shawnee,” Mary directed.
For a moment Portia looked like she was going to protest, even fight, then she meekly bent her head to allow Shawnee to squirt some superglue into the integral lock in the collar. It would now not be pickable, and I began to wonder how on earth they would ever come off, short of oxyacetylene and a general anaesthetic, with the fire brigade on stand by. But Mary was already moving on in what was proving to be a cathartic group bondage session.
“Leila and Emma?”
The pair came forward like brides maids, each with a heavy steel cuff in their hands, which clicked shut around each leather-encased ankle.
“Now perhaps the piece de resistance,” Mary suggested. “Monica, would you like to help with this?”
From a cardboard box Mary produced a gleaming and very intimidating chastity belt. The wide stainless steel waistband encircled Portia’s waist over the top of the rubber corset, and Monica clicked the padlock shut in the small of Portia’s back as Mary held the belt in place. Down the front, a triangular perforated cup covered Portia’s mons, while right in the crotch there was a hinge where the narrow point of the triangle became a stiff curved strap that would be pulled up between Portia’s buttocks. The key feature of this, though, was the big chrome butt plug that wobbled on a fitting attached to the strap, pointing down and backwards while the strap hung loosely between Portia’s legs.
Monica reached down to the top of the strap and pulled it up between Portia’s legs, while Mary squirted a generous helping of gel to assist in the entry. Monica located the head of the plug in Portia’s arse, and slowly began to haul on the strap, forcing Portia to stand on her tiptoes with each tug that Monica initiated. Gradually the big plug began to invade Portia’s backside, with Monica standing close up behind her, making a series of abrupt lifts, that drove the plug deeper each time, as the supporting strap began to close with Portia’s buttocks. Portia was sweating and grunting with each thrust, her breath coming rapidly and mixed with a series of nasal moans as the plug stretched her sphincter and filled her. Finally, with a last heave from Monica, the plug sank home and Portia uttered a long drawn out cry.
“Now, Portia, this is where things get really interesting for you,” Mary explained, beckoning to me. I moved forward with a spool of 3 millimetre woven stainless wire. It was a prick of a thing to cut, as I was about to show to the assembled multitude. Mary gave a little running commentary as I got on with my part of the preparation.
“What Steven is doing now, Portia, is to attach the end of the wire to the ring welded to your left ankle cuff. You will see how it’s threaded through and crimped in place. Now we run the wire up to your steel waist belt. You see – well, you probably can’t – but there is a ring welded to the belt just to the left of centre, and we thread the wire through that, then down just a tad through the loop in the top of the strap between your cheeks, then up through a ring on the belt to the right of centre, and down to your right ankle cuff, where it will be similarly attached.
“Now, before we fasten it there, I want you to bend your knees – just a little, to lower your waist – that’s good. All right, Steven, secure it there.”
It took only a couple of seconds to squeeze the crimp closed on the wire at Portia’s right ankle cuff, at which point Mary instructed Portia to stand up straight. Portia did so, but couldn’t quite straighten her knees. Mary achieved this with a little push, which saw the wires tauten between ankle and waist and pull the strap hard up between Portia’s buttocks, jamming the plug home in a way that made Portia emit a muffled squeal.
“Very simple, isn’t it. If you want to walk about normally, you will have your plug in place. If you want it removed, you can do this yourself, but you will be unable to straighten your legs and it will flap about uncomfortably, and make it difficult to sit.” Mary sighed theatrically. “Life is so full of hard choices. Most importantly, however, it will enable you to perform your bodily functions over the next few months without outside interference.”
Mary’s words hung in the air, and were not wasted on Jade and Portia, who immediately began making garbled protests and looking wide-eyed with disbelief at Mary and Monica.
“She’s right,” said Monica casually. “I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you intended for us, and I’m sure you will cope. And there are a few more fun things to come, but they’ll happen elsewhere. Now, Jade, let’s get you similarly attired.”
Jade was less cooperative, struggling more until we had her handcuffs locked to the back of her collar. Struggles from that point on tended to produce much discomfort, and while Portia now knelt on the floor, Jade was fitted out in a black rubber corset and matching boots, along with an identical chastity belt and butt plug. When I had finished crimping her wire in place, both women were led out on to the patio where I used and angle grinder to cut off the ends of the wires and to smooth down any sharp edges.
With this done, Monica, Mary, Trish and I took the prisoners on the ten-minute walk up the road to the container. The sun was low in the afternoon sky, soon to dip behind the hill. We reached the container and I swung open the heavy doors.
“Welcome to your new home,” Monica announced. “Please don’t abuse it, as a lot of thought has gone into it. Steven, in particular, has worked very hard to make it as comfortable for you as possible.” Clearly they read the irony in her voice and both glared at me. Thanks, Mon, I thought. Put me on their hit list, won’t you? “I think we’ll let him explain how you will be living for the next however many weeks or months we decide to keep you, before onward selling you.” There was a spluttering from the two gagged prisoners. “Never mind that,” said Monica brusquely. “I suggest you pay attention to Steven, if you are going to survive this little experience.”
Mary undid the padlocks locking their handcuffs to the backs of their collars. I led the way into the container, which was hot and clammy from the afternoon of sun. Jade and Portia glowered at me - looks which I tried to ignore. We moved along the container, past the low wooden platform and the mattress.
“Briefly, ladies, this container is self-contained. You have food here – all frozen.” I opened the freezer to show the shelves jammed with packets and boxes. “It will last you for a long time, if used sparingly. Of course it is a little difficult to just how to ration it, when you don’t know how long you will be here, but I’m sure you’ll think of something. There is also a fridge, for any non-frozen leftovers. I can’t stress how important it will be to keep the power on to these two appliances, if the food isn’t to spoil in the heat. You will see that above the fridge and freezer there is a red light and a green light. The green light indicates that power is on. The red indicates no power connection. And you can see that currently the latter is the case. The food is still frozen, but the power needs to go back on pretty soon.
“Moving along into this corner, you have a sink and some cooking utensils and plastic cutlery in the cupboards and drawers underneath, along with tea towels and washing up liquid etcetera. Unfortunately it’s cold water only. Except it will be pretty warm since it comes from a tank on the roof. However we’ve given you tooth brushes and various hygiene requirements, just to show you we’re not heartless, though I think somebody forgot the deodorant
“Next to it is a stove and an oven. We didn’t get you a microwave. Microwaves tend to be a little quick, and we thought cooking a proper meal was better for you in the circumstances. It’s not like you’ll have much else to do. Again, you’ll notice the red and green lights on the wall above the stove. Red is no power, as of now. And above them is the air conditioner, also with red and green lights. Never let it be said we haven’t addressed your comfort.
“And behind you, now – a nice double mattress that you passed. You’ll have to snuggle up a bit – it’s actually rather a small double mattress The wooden platform will be explained in a minute, and of course the toilet doesn’t have to be explained. Except that the cistern does take several hours to fill, I’m afraid. There appears to be a bit of a blockage in the supply pipe. But it’ll save on water, I guess.” I flashed them my cheeriest smile, but it fell on barren soil.
Now, about the electricity. Here’s where the problems start – for you, that is. Firstly, let’s start with the stove. You’re probably wondering what the exercycle is doing in the corner next to it. In short, it acts as a switch for the stove. You climb on the cycle, start pedalling like so ” I demonstrated for their benefit, and the light over the stove went from red to green, then red again as I slowed down and stopped.
“Once you get past a certain speed shown on the little dial by the front wheel, a connection is tripped outside the container which results in electricity being fed to the stove, so you can then cook. Of course, the power will only be supplied while the switch remains closed. In other words, it will take two to cook a meal – one to pedal during the whole of the cooking process, and the other to do the stirring. Pretty simple, huh?”
“The rest of the place is a little more complicated. You will observe that there are a number of things that need power. Chief amongst these are the fridge and freezer, the air con, and of course the light. You need light to see what you’re cooking, eating, washing up. You need air con so you don’t suffocate. Trust me – it gets very warm in here, and those cute corsets won’t help you. But most important, you’ll need power to the fridge and freezer so that your food doesn’t spoil.
“I mentioned before the red and green lights above each device. There are two main circuits here – the air conditioning one, and the power and lighting, and there is a switch for each, which you will control yourselves. You will see at the moment that all the lights are red, which shows no power is getting to the appliances.”
I reached into the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a complicated-looking head harness with an integral ball gag. The harness was made from black leather, and had a short electrical cord culminating in a small plug hanging from the back.
“This black harness controls the lighting and refrigeration. You will see two coils of thin cable on the floor here by the stove.” I picked up the end of a black coil and showed them how the male plug from this fitted the female plug from the harness. “In order to activate the power and lighting control switch, this harness must be worn. There are two elements to it. Firstly, there is a switch mechanism inside the ball, which requires constant pressure from the wearer’s jaw to maintain contact, and secondly, the straps must all be done up with a similar pressure, to activate a second element to the switch also in the ball. The net result – when these conditions are achieved – is that a circuit is closed and the lights, fridge and freezer will come on. Unfortunately, the only real way to make it work is to wear it – too many things have to be pressed or stretched. It really is a work of art. You should take care of it – it may keep you alive. Of course you can take it off, to eat or clean your teeth or to pass the time of day, but it will be very dark while you do, and you will need to monitor how your food is keeping. Can I have a volunteer to try this out?”
Mary pushed Jade forward and unbuckled the standard ball gag. Jade started to protest as soon as the ball came clear of her mouth, but her objections were silenced as the ball on the harness was pushed between her lips. It was not as big a ball as some, made from a softer rubber and designed to be worn for long periods.
“Bite down,” I ordered Jade, who glared at me but did as she was told. “You will notice nothing has happened, though you might have sensed a slight click from inside the ball.” I pulled the split strap up over her nose and along the back of her head, buckling it snugly to meet with the horizontal strap around her head. At once the overhead lights came on, and the fridge and freezer started up. Everybody looked about as the gloomy container suddenly became a brightly lit room, with its starkness standing out in every detail. Then everything went dark again.
“The reason for that, I suspect, it that our lady has ceased to keep pressure on the ball between her teeth,” I said. “That can be made much easier by simply doing up the chin strap snugly.” I tightened the strap under Jade’s chin, clamping her jaw harder on the ball, and the lights came on again. “Voilá,” I exclaimed, with the panache of a magician who has pulled off his best trick. It was the first time Monica had seen the end product of our discussions and she was clearly impressed. I winked at her, and dug under the sink for another harness, this one in white leather, which I connected up to a white coil of cable.
“This one is identical, except it controls the air conditioning. Another volunteer?” A minute later Portia was strapped into her own harness and the air conditioning unit was churning out cool air from the end of the container. “Unfortunately it’s not the most efficient unit,” I told them apologetically, but it should keep the temperature at least below thirty degrees, if you keep it running. Don’t worry about wasting power – it’s all on your bill.”
The pair favoured me with further dirty looks, as they stood their, handcuffed wrists in front of them, unable to speak.
“There is one final thing that may occur. You see, there is an override trip switch, that may from time to time go off. When this happens, everything will go off – you’ll see red lights everywhere. The only way to over-ride this trip switch is by manually holding it closed. The switch is situated under this wooden platform, and may be activated by maintaining pressure on the three ropes you see protruding from the holes.” I pointed to the wooden platform, where a metre-long length of sashcord protruded at each of the two corners on the left hand side of the container, and a third hole in the centre of the right hand side.
“Unfortunately, I suspect the only way you’ll be able to make it work will be for one of you to lie on the platform, legs spread and arms overhead, maintaining pressure on all three ropes.” Jade and Portia looked horrified at this ultimate indignity that was befalling them. “You’ll find that the head harnesses will need to stay on also, to make the over-ride work.
“Well, ladies, that about concludes the tour. Oh – I almost forgot - the television screen. We’ll be putting on occasional videos to amuse you and stop you getting bored. That’s all. And you won’t have to worry about maintaining power to that – it’s on a separate circuit. Of course that means you can’t turn it off, either, but I’m sure you can live with that. Any questions?”
Jade and Portia both tried to talk at once, Portia garbling unintelligibly at me while Jade struggled to get her hands behind her head to undo the harness. Trish slapped them down.
I looked at Monica. “I suspect they’re wondering how long they’re going to be in here,” I suggested.
“Mmmmrrr!” said Portia leaving no doubt as to the accuracy of my guess.
Monica looked thoughtful. “Well, I really don’t know. You see, we’ve had a shit of a trip so far, thanks to you lot. Our round the world holiday has been a total nightmare. I’m thinking a month - or two – might allow us to adequately recover our lost time and get a little pleasure in, as was the original intention.”
“Nnnnnn!” Jade screamed into the gag, again trying to wrench the thing off or pull the ball out of her mouth. The lights flickered momentarily. She screamed again as Trish and Mary backed out of the container and closed one door, followed by Monica and I, slamming shut the other with a solid thump, before swinging the big securing latch closed.
Monica let out a breath. “God, that felt good!”
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18.09.04
story continues in Monica's Travels 26
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