The Chalet 3 | bondage story | gag, latex girls

Captain Neesha smoothed on a pair of thin latex gloves. She took a large hypodermic needle from Fiona and held it before Maddy's face. Maddy eyed the archaic device fearfully, but remained silent in a crouching position with her hands trapped behind her. She was still naked except for the pair of white polymer handcuffs and the lavish coating of face makeup cadets were required to wear at all times.

"It's not quite so bad as it looks, dear," her captain said, crouching stiffly beside Maddy. Her back was ramrod straight from the cruel embrace of her captain's corset and latex day-uniform. Her neck could move only marginally in the confinement of her boned leather day-collar. She pushed Maddy's chin back with a latex-covered fingertip, exposing Maddy's soft throat, and waved the wicked needle with her other hand. "This smooth neck will look so beautiful in a captain's corset-collar some day, but that's a long time away. For now you need a good dose of throat relaxer. The torture gag comes next. It will be your companion as we dress you and take you to your position at the fellatio kiosk. Your gag will also comfort you between customers, and in the break area, between your 5-hour duty shifts. Twenty-five ccs of this secret Chalet formula will relax your throat and enhance your pleasure receptors for the next 12 hours. It also does wonders for suppressing a woman's gag reflex. That response must be controlled, or you simply won't survive your first day with us. I could administer this relaxer painlessly with a hypo-spray, but we find that using the needle adds to the intensity of your experience. One of the special effects of this medication is paralysis of the vocal cords. This dose will render you speechless for the next 18 to 24 hours. For that reason I am required to ask you now Maddy, are you fully prepared to go to the next stage?"

"Yes Captain Ma'am," Maddy replied quickly, "I give complete consent to you, your staff and your patrons. Your pleasure is my pleasure." She spoke the words very clearly, punching the words you and your, just as she had been taught. Cadets understood that once each week they would be asked by a Captain if they were ready to go forward. Cadets never knew when the question would be posed. Most often it was at a key moment during prep, when a cadet was in profound physical distress, or gripped with apprehension for the unknown. This was the only opportunity a cadet had to withdraw from her bizarre livelihood, and resign from Chalet, Inc. It was called the challenge, because it always arrived at cadets' most difficult moments. Her answer was called the recitation. The entire exchange was called the confirmation, and served to inform all parties that she was truly and consensually a Chalet Girl. If a cadet did not recite her response promptly and exactly, she would be asked once more. If her reply was not textbook correct, she was washed out. She'd be released from her bondage, cleaned up, and sent home with a severance credit of approximately half her earnings. No questions asked. The enlistment contract clearly stated that whenever a cadet or attendant resigned, half of whatever she had accrued was forfeited to repay the huge cost of recruiting and training cadets.

The recitation was also a cadet's blank check, an enforceable contract to accept whatever cruelties the Chalet staff and patrons dished up until the next challenge was given. If a cadet changed her mind ten minutes later and begged for release, her pleas were ignored, or considered part of a Chalet Girl's lusty performance. Though cadets rarely went un-gagged, some patrons especially loved it when their girls pleaded for mercy and release. It fed the customers' darkest desires to think these cadets were truly prisoners, trapped and forced to perform unspeakable acts inside a gothic castle that was half opulent casino, and half sadistic bordello. Between recitations, of course, that perception was quite true. But it also soothed the patron's conscience to know that everything was legal; cadets were freely contracted, and given weekly chances to resign from their anguish. Attendants were given the same opportunity, but only once every three months. Captains were challenged yearly by captains of superior rank. Confirmations were always stated using the exact same words.

"Well done, Cadet Maddy," Neesha smiled, her crimson lips sparkling in the bright lights of the prep area. "About ten percent of all cadets wash out right there. The first hurdle is always the biggest." Maddy had been taught that concentration and controlling adverse emotions were the key. She knew she was basically a pain slut, or she'd never have signed up to be a Chalet Girl. She was actually more afraid of fumbling her lines out of excitement than from any desire to quit. For that reason she rehearsed them many times, trying to make a clear recitation while pinching her nipples, or running hot water on her hands or feet. In orientation class students practiced their recitation while pulling each other's hair, or giving one another light whippings. She smiled, relieved to have gotten past her first moment of truth.

Neesha probed Maddy's neck on either side of her trachea, just below the spot where her jaw met her neck. When she was satisfied with the location, she stuck the needle in and slowly injected a small amount of the clear liquid. She withdrew and reinserted the hypodermic five or six more times in almost the same spot, injecting tiny bits of the drug each time. She repeated this drawn-out procedure on the other side of Maddy's trachea. Maddy cringed inwardly, feeling an awful stinging sensation each time Neesha pressed in the needle. She tried to remain calm, but it hurt. She could feel the medicine going in, and it felt cold. By the time Neesha took the needle to the second side, Maddy could feel a strange numbness in her throat. Her tongue was tingling. She felt a bit light-headed too, but wasn't sure if that was just her nerves. Finally it was done. Neesha pulled back the hypo and gently massaged the girl's throat with her free thumb and forefinger.

"Can you feel that?" she asked, stroking the girl's throat and squeezing her windpipe a little harder

"Nnntthe....nggg..." Maddy tried to respond, but her voice quickly fell from a squeak to a whisper, then died out altogether. The medicine had rendered her completely mute.

"The effect is almost instantaneous." Neesha whispered, "But, sweetheart, I left something out. The only time we give you the choice to accept or reject this drug is the first-time gagging. After that we give it to you every 12 hours during the next ten to twelve days. Your recitation is good for nearly 14 days, so we needn't worry about you objecting to this regimen, or anything else we do with you. The nerves and muscles of your mouth and throat have to be trained, Maddy. And managed..... This potion speeds the process along tremendously. You'll be deep-throating so many dildos and cocks at first that you'll need all the help a girl can get. Do you feel that pleasant tingling sensation in your throat, and.... elsewhere? Nice isn't it? That's a delicious side effect we built into the drug. The more cocksucking, or gag-wrapping your mouth and throat does, the more euphoric that feeling will get. A cadet is naturally encouraged to return to her kiosk duties, when such pleasant sensations await her there. You'll find that it doesn't eliminate the pain though. It is a stimulant, so it intensifies it. But the euphoria enhances your pain, transmuting activities like mouth rape, and other degrading forms of satisfaction our clients enjoy, into highly charged erotic moments. In less than a week you'll swear your clitoris has been moved to the back of your throat. Late next week we'll allow the drug to wear off just enough for your speech center to return. By then you'll be fully reconditioned by the kiosk, and our deep-throat elixir. You can respond to my challenge then, and we'll see how well you're doing. You know what's wonderful, Maddy? Even cadets who wash out after their first two weeks go on to perform a great service for mankind. They've been made over into the most accomplished suck-sluts on earth. Many find it difficult to climax without a hard cock planted in their gullet. Talk about being popular with the boys..... Oh, by the way you just got 12 more good marks for your first brave recitation, and for accepting the needle without crying out. Congratulations, Maddy."

Maddy smiled and blinked twice to her captain. She was completely committed now and there was no turning back. Her only option was to bask in her submissive new role and devote herself to the time-honored Chalet girl traditions.

"Sandy, hand me her gag, please." The attendants pulled a heavy wheeled locker over to Maddy's dressing station and opened its two large doors. It resembled an old fashioned wardrobe, only made of shining chrome and steel. One side of it held hangers and clothing. The other side consisted of several drawers. Fiona opened the top drawer, took out a black vinyl bag and handed it to Captain Neesha. Neesha opened the bag and withdrew one of the largest dildos Maddy had ever seen. She couldn't believe it was intended for anyone's mouth. It was well over 10 inches long and about two inches thick. It was detailed exactly like a monster penis right down to the spidery veins and the fat, but cleanly circumcised glans. Neesha took a curved metallic object out of the bag and snapped it onto the base of the penis gag.

"Maddy, this gag is very special," Captain Neesha said, as she dipped her hand into a small jar that Sandy offered her, scooped up some lubricating gel, and lovingly coated the black phallus. "It's been carefully engineered to allow the wearer to breathe through her nose, even as it fills her mouth and throat to capacity. This attachment is the mouthpiece. Its purpose is to fasten your gag in place without straps, and without marring your makeup or obscuring your beautiful face. It snaps over the teeth and gums, sort of like the mouthguards that boxers and football players wear, only much more securely. It locks on. It grips your upper and lower teeth, providing your customers with a tamperproof keylock entry. Your jaw will be stretched to it's limits, but your pretty lips will be able to relax around it somewhat. Let me remind you your principal challenge now is to remain very calm. Open wide, dear, and lean your head back....It's time to begin."

Maddy did as she was told, opening her mouth as widely as she could. She felt Fiona's fingers grip her gently around her throat as Neesha put the large crown of the gag past her glossy o-shaped red lips. Maddy still couldn't believe the destination for this gag was deep inside her throat, but she was in no position to refuse. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Once the head of it was inside her mouth, she could taste the mint-flavored gel that her captain had applied to it. The slippery gel eased the gag across her tongue toward the opening of her throat. She panicked a little when the gag struck painfully at the back of her throat, but reminded herself to open her throat as much as possible. Using a gentle screwing motion, Neesha coaxed the gag past the sensitive entrance to Maddy's throat. Maddy could feel the tingling sensation her captain had described, and it felt rather good. Just as Neesha promised, it seemed to be increasing as the object moved further into her mouth and filled her throat. But so was the pain. She was wiggling around now and couldn't help herself. She would have screamed if she had been able to. Sandy's hands went to Maddy's breasts again, rubbing them and tugging firmly on her nipples, distracting her as she had done before. Fiona's hands were massaging Maddy's neck, opening her up. Together, the two attendants fought to steady Maddy as Neesha pressed the torture gag home. Maddy was terrified now. She felt moisture on her cheeks and realized that it was the tears pouring from her eyes. She looked up at Captain Neesha in mute panic.

"You're doing very well dear." Neesha said to her reassuringly. "Those tears are a normal reaction. All the girls cry when swallowing the gag for the first time. Try to control your tears, or they will interfere with your breathing. We're over half way in, and the hardest part is already over with. Tip back a little more now so I can drop it in the rest of the way."

Maddy tried to comply, but it hurt terribly to move her throat. As she lifted her chin another fraction of an inch, Neesha pushed the cock all the way down with one quick motion, until the curved steel mouthpiece met her teeth. She heard clicking sounds as several flat tabs clipped tightly against the insides of her teeth. The tabs were one-way spring activated and once engaged wouldn't relax their grip on her front and side teeth without the use of a key.

"Home free, Maddy! Oh, that's so beautiful!" Neesha cried, "Bring me the mirror, girls, so Maddy can appreciate this." Maddy was stunned. She blinked her eyes in astonishment, realizing she couldn't lower her head. Her chin was tipped up by the gag, as stiffly as any sword swallower's. Fiona held up a small mirror and Maddy could see her lips clasped around the edges of the mouthpiece, as a scuba diver might do with an oversized regulator. Except this mouthpiece held an oversized dildo deep inside Maddy's throat. She could see a narrow keyhole in the center of the mouthpiece. To her amazement, she was still able to breathe, but she could only inhale very slowly through her nose.

"That's right, darling," said Neesha, "Try to relax. Concentrate on your breathing , and you'll be fine. The unique material lodged in your throat is quite substantial to the touch, but is gas permeable. It will allow enough air to reach your windpipe to sustain you, if you don't demand too much of it at one time. Fiona, Sandy, I want you to look at how Maddy's nostrils are flared, and her pupils are dilated. She is the epitome of an aroused woman. She is also stuck somewhere between the fear of strangulation, and the real thing, and that's very arousing for all who behold her. You can even see her gag's sexy bulge going right down the length of her throat. There's just nothing more exciting than a pretty woman wearing her torture gag. Don't you dressers agree?"

Fiona and sandy blinked their heavily-madeup eyes twice while giving silent little head nods. Sandy reached into the wardrobe to pull out several latex garments. Meanwhile, Fiona and Neesha carefully stood Maddy up from her crouch. To ease the pressure of the gag inside her throat, Maddy had to look directly up at the ceiling. The girls helped her lift each leg as they pulled a premolded latex catsuit over her feet. It unrolled tightly across her legs, making sensuous rubbery snaps and pops. It continued noisily up around the hips, snapping up over her breasts and back. The breast sections had small cutouts revealing Maddy's hard nipples. The dresser attendants guided the small tubes leading from her safety plugs through the suit, using tiny openings made especially for this purpose located directly over her anus and urethra. The suit ended at her armpits where it looped over and zipped together tightly at her shoulder tops. The girls then pulled a heavy rubber armbinder onto Maddy's arms, smoothing it down as they worked it tightly up around her elbows. They connected a zip at the top of the armbinder to a zip which matched it on the back of Maddy's suit near her shoulders. The restraint mashed her elbows together, putting her unwilling arms in considerable pain. Maddy was squirming again, twisting her shoulders in a futile effort to relieve the pressure of the cruel binder.

"Time to put you into your frame." Neesha whispered as she held Maddy's shoulders, "It will help you to keep still. Step back slowly, and we'll guide your feet where they need to go." Maddy had never felt so helpless. She couldn't see anything they were doing underneath her. She could only look straight up and concentrate on her breathing. Between the torture gag and the vicious armbinder, she could barely move an inch without falling. She lifted one latex-covered foot and bravely stepped back. The dressers caught her foot and gently pushed it into a shoe-shaped enclosure made of steel. It was formed into the shape of a lady's foot high on its tiptoe, as if held inside a shoe with a toweringly tall heel. Her next foot went back, and practiced hands fed it into another steel shell right next to the first one. Dressers snapped metal brackets over the top of each foot locking them into their immovable steel sockets. The shells were part to a sturdy steel platform which Maddy now stood on; and were attached to it with dozens of precision welds. Roughly the same dimensions as a mechanic's creeper, this heavy wheeled platform held an upright post of one inch thick steel tubing. Rising from a point just behind the shoe forms and very close to the edge of the platform, the tube's height was adjustable, and was jointed at several points to allow an infinite variety of angles. The dressers maneuvered the tube so that it bent forward at a 90 degree angle just under Maddy's crotch.

"Bend over, darling. We've almost got you ready now." Neesha said sweetly.

With the dressers help, Maddy bent stiffly at the waist, until her latex-sheathed belly and sternum rested against the post. They slipped an attachment over the top of the tube that was about the size and shape of a ping-pong paddle, heavily padded and covered with black vinyl. They snapped it onto the tube firmly, and aligned the tube so Maddy could rest her chin and neck on the face of the small pad. Maddy was forced by her gag to tip her chin up and face straight forward from her bent position. The girls then wound latex straps around Maddy's knees binding her legs tightly to the post, and also around her waist and upper chest area, just above her breasts, preventing any movement whatsoever.

"Right on time, girls," Neesha told the dressers, "Well done. You've earned 6 less stickers on your next shift. Let's get Maddy right up to amusement room 4. She has 11 other kiosk virgins to join on their first sexy assignment.