Janet Bound 8 | free bondage story

Inside the steel tomb that held her, Janet was completely panicked. She strained as hard as her helpless body could, her mind shutting down in fear and hopelessness. Her body screamed for release, but no matter what she did, she could not get even the slightest bit loose. Whatever part of her brain that could still think realized she was being lifted and moved. She redoubled her efforts, screaming fruitlessly into the inflated rubber mass that was crammed in her stretched mouth. She struggled to create some sort of indication she was in there. Rubber straps were compressing every inch of her incredible body. She was completely unaware that mere inches from her, two men from the hotel were working to carry her and her prison down to the elevator and into an expensive late model Sports Utility Vehicle. The movers conversely also had absolutely no idea that a beautiful woman was being held in the most stringent bondage imaginable underneath their hands. All her struggling and sobbing made absolutely no impact on the outside world.

So complete and tight were her bonds that Janet could not even tell she was being driven out of town, away from any persons that might even know of Janet, that might ask questions about her. Every second she was being taken farther and farther away from even that miraculous hope of rescue. She knew none of this, she only knew she was trapped in a tiny steel box, unable to move, hear, see or speak. Even her breathing was not her own, as the crate that held her also forced fresh air into her nostrils. As she was spirited mile-after-mile away, all she could do was sob helplessly into the skin tight rubber mask. Even her tears were denied release, the rubber mask was so tight. While Janet cried in total helplessness, Hillary finally arrived at her large country estate. Past private gates and a long driveway. Past the chance of police interference or an automobile accident. Into a huge garage, where standing beside his 'oh, so nice' BMW stood Clifford Black, M.D., Hillary's one-time lover and now total confidante in kidnapping and keeping women for sheer bondage pleasure against their will. Cliff was very good at bondage, perhaps even more cruel then Hillary herself. What made Cliff so invaluable was the fact that he was not only a medical doctor, but a gynecologist to boot. Given that Hillary was planning on incredibly long-term bondage for poor Janet, having someone that could take care of all the captive girls' physiological needs would prove invaluable. Hillary knew of at least three young women that the good doctor had kidnapped himself for long periods of time and because of that knowledge she was completely confident in including Cliff in on her great secret.

Cliff helped move Janet out of the car, and with a lot of effort down some stairs in to the basement. As one would expect there was a regular basement with a game room and laundry area. Hillary inserted a key into a hidden lock and turned it. Part of the floor in the laundry room lifted up to reveal a ramp to the sub level where Hillary planned on Janet spending the rest of her life. Down the ramp the evil duo went, with their helpless cargo. After twenty seconds the ramp automatically closed again. The lights also went on automatically, showing an amazingly huge expanse. The house above had over 6,000 square feet of living area. The sub basement was an additional 3,000 square feet, with full kitchen, bedrooms and bathrooms. Janet would never know any of these facts about the dungeon that would hold her, though.

Dr. Black hooked Janet's box up to several tubes and plugs in a corner. These kept the life support in the prison going without the need for batteries. Now, however, mixed in to the oxygen that was being fed to Janet was an incredibly powerful anesthetic that Black had worked on over the years. It gave the minimum of side effects with the maximum of efficiency. Within moments inside her box, Janet was forced into a welcome unconscienceness. With practiced ease, Hillary opened the case.

Black looked down at the completely unrecognizable figure of the now-former stripper. Her breasts, however, were magnificent that was sure, even to someone that literally saw thousands of different sets a year. With Hillary's help they were able to remove all the bonds that held Janet, right down to the bondage mittens that had been wrapping her hands for two days.

The next hours were spent making complete molds of Janet's body, down to the nearest millimeter; pouring plaster and latex on her unmindful form over and over, in every conceivable position. Her mouth was measured to see exactly how big the largest items could be used to gag her without choking her. Molds were made of every inch of her. Now customized bondage equipment could be made out of any materials, and they would fit perfectly. Of course a large part of this basement dungeon was devoted to the creation of leather and rubber and steel creations to hold the female form in helplessness. Tens of thousands of dollars of raw latex and unformed leather were stored down there. Hillary had no intention of letting any of it go to waste.

"Well, what do you want to do with her?" Cliff asked. "I want to break her mind now. I want to encase her for a long term bondage experiment. I also want to try out the automatic feeders and internal body cleaners I spent so much money getting made," Hillary replied.

"I was going to talk with you about that," Cliff said. "See, I found a girl. She is perfect, with a body that has to be close to as good as your little prize here." Hillary almost immediately got excited at the prospect of adding a second girl to her new collection. "What do you mean?"

"That convention I went to in San Diego; I found a very young woman, no more then eighteen, I think. I have been doing my research on her, and at this very moment she is unattached and even though she would be missed pretty quickly, if we move now, we can snatch her and be several hundred miles away. I would not even bring her up, except she has a body that would rival any I have ever seen. She works as a fitness model for a local health club, and takes a few classes at a community college. Since you brought up the idea of trying long term encasement for your little prize there, I thought maybe we could take a road trip for a few days and leave her here. No better way to test the new gadgets unless we trust them, eh?"

Hillary thought about it for a minute. "Do you think we should get someone else so soon after grabbing her?" "Why not? There is absolutely no connection between these two girls except they have big tits and would be missing. San Diego is over six hours away from here. Besides, the idea of this bitch of yours bound in some sort of sensory deprivation bondage for days on end with no one even close by to save her, really turns me on. Plus I think you would love this woman. She is innocent and naive. Perfect for your twisted little fantasies," Cliff said with a leer.

"Well, I was hoping to do a rubber cocoon, but if we are going to need to leave soon, I think the rawhide leather suit would be a better choice." "Hillary, even you could not be that cruel." Cliff was amazed. "Why not? It can only be used once, as you well know, and if I am here I am not going to have the patience to wait for it to cure correctly. If I bind her in it and have to leave right after, well... it can dry and contract correctly."

"Well, she belongs to you. And I have to admit the idea of coming back here and seeing that body encased in that thin leather after it has a few days to shrink around her... That is worth any risk." "Then it's settled. Do your "Doctor" thing and clean her out and attach the tubes. I will go get the suit ready. I want her to wake up before we put the hood on, though. I want to be able to tell her what is going to be happening to her." "You really are a twisted woman, Hillary. It's why we get along. Okay, sounds like a plan to me."

Hillary went into the "Leather Room", a large room filled with every conceivable variety of leather made and designed to bind a person. Dozens of belts and pads and helmets, arm and leg sheaths. The prize of the collection at this moment was a neck to toe body suit made of the greenest, freshest leather. Not very thick, but incredibly strong. It was kept in a plastic case filled with warm briny water. Hillary knew that she had to keep this suit wet or it would shrink. She picked out a matching leather helmet that had lacings along the neck to seal itself with the suit. She also grabbed a thin calfskin armbinder. The helmet and armbinder were already cured and would not shrink, unlike the insidious suit.

Cliff had busied himself giving the prone form of the captive the most cleansing and complete enemas medical science could provide. Her body was quickly cleaned of any solid and liquid wastes it possibly had in it. He inserted catheters and a urethra tube in her, and even ran tubes into her nostrils, all the way down into her lungs, to allow for unimpeded breathing no matter what.

Hillary came back with the suit and helmet just as Cliff was finished with all the medical procedures. He had put her copper hair into a tight pony tail, and had even applied Nair to the rest of her body to remove any hair. She was clean and ready.

The suit was a single piece and Hillary opened it up wide on the ground. The armbinder went on first, though. It was a little different then the one she had been wearing before, as this one was very soft all the way down to where the hands started. From the wrists on the leather was stiffened to an unbreakable point. Cliff laced the binder on Janet's arms. Her hands were forced into a tight, immobile point. With practiced ease he laced the leather up to her shoulders. Straps ran from her arms over her shoulders, crossed between her massive tits and buckled under her arms. He made sure there was absolutely no restriction on any of her circulation. She was going to be in that sheath for a long time, after all.

Hillary lubed up the obligatory dildos for Janet's cunt and ass. Again these were a little different as they had holes in them to allow the catheters already inside her to be undisturbed by their insertion. These were simply dildos and not vibrators. They were simply inserted to fill up every orifice. Janet was flipped onto her stomach, and lay on the open leather body sheath. It was split all the way down the back, from the toes to the very top. Hillary patiently looped rawhide laces into grommets sewn all the way up the suit. It was very time consuming, as the lacing was extremely close together. Feet together, the sheath was fitted over her long legs, inch after inch fusing them tightly together, the brown leather fitting over her perfect legs like a second skin. The lacing worked its way up her back, over her brutally bound arms. Slowly but surely the laces were pulled and stretched. Cliff mostly watched, only helping out by adding his strength to make sure the lacings had absolutely no slack in them. Finally after much hard work, Janet was trapped in a tightly laced, unbreakable prison. The only openings in the entire device were two small openings for the catheters, and the opening where her lovely head popped out. Otherwise she was sealed in almost airtight. From the base of her lovely neck down to the tips of her perfect toes, she was just a feminine shaped piece of leather.

"Do you want me to wake her now? After all, imagine her waking up already sheathed, gagged and hooded. Pretty sexy huh?" Cliff asked.

"No, this time I want her to know exactly what is going to happen. I like gagging her and hooding her while she is aware of it. She is a great struggler, even though I don't give her much chance of doing it," said Hillary. Shrugging his shoulders, he proceeded to inject Janet's neck with a fast acting antidote to the powerful narcotic in her system. It only took a few moments for Janet's green eyes to flutter open. She looked around the room in fear, she struggled for a moment with her implacable bonds. Even with her limited experience with the bondage world (After all she had never been tied up before 48 hours before) she knew that this sheath was not going to be something she was going to be getting out of without a lot of help.

"Where am I? What is this thing on me?" Janet demanded. She was struggling with the nose tubes that ran up her nose, feeling like she had to cough. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Janet," Hillary said with mock enthusiasm. "This is your home. Pretty much for as long as you live, actually. I hope you like the colors."

"As for the leather outfit you are wearing. It is a one of a kind. It is more special than the newest Versace or Calvin Klein. Feel how damp it is? Well, as it dries out it is going to get smaller and smaller. All the time also getting much stiffer. In the next three or four days you are going to become a stiff leather statue, incapable of any sort of movement."

"God please no, Hillary." Janet felt the tears coming to her eyes. "I can barely breath in this thing now. You are going to kill me. You don't want that, you said so. If this thing gets any tighter, I'm dead." Cliff spoke up at this; Janet had not even noticed the big man in the background, so focused on her dilemma was she. "Actually young lady, I have done some measurements; there is a pretty good chance that your body will be able to take this. It is just estimation of course, but I'm pretty sure you will still be breathing when this thing finishes drying. I'm also pretty sure it is not going to be easy to do so."

"Where are my manners?" Hillary exclaimed. "Janet, this is Cliff, he's your new doctor. He will cure what ails you."

Janet turned her head to appraise the man. Tears were welling up in her eyes as the hope of a new person swelled in her. "Oh god, please help me," she cried out. "Stop her, I will do anything you want. Fucking stop her. She is trying to kill me." Cliff just laughed, and with his chuckle Janet's faint hope faded quickly. "I'm afraid you are talking to the wrong person, little girl. I can't imagine you offering me anything more that I want than what you are doing right now," Cliff said.

Janet struggled on the floor, trying desperately to gains some relief from this terrible ordeal. She felt like the suit was already crushing the life out of her. If what they said was true, it was going to get smaller. She knew it would kill her. "Please stop, Hillary. Don't you want me to lick you out again? I could do better, I promise. You could let me go, I could use my hands. I am great with my hands. I swear I won't try and get away." Janet was terrified of what was going to happen.

"Well, actually Janet I have some bad news for you. I have to take a little trip. I have this urge to collect some more trophies." Hillary was leaning over Janet's tear-stained face. "I really can't bring you along though, so you are going to have to stay at the house by yourself." "You can't leave me like this!" exclaimed Janet. "I'll starve. Can't you just lock me in a room or something? I won't try and escape."

"I'm not going to leave you like this, Janet. After all, you can still see and talk and hear. You can even move a little. We can't have that."

"You sick bitch, you fucking sick bitch. You are going to fucking kill me like that? Why?" "Janet, Janet, Janet, why don't you have more faith in me? The reason those nose tubes are shoved into you like that is because your mouth is going to be completely filled with rubber, more so then any of the other gags I have used on you. In the very center of the rubber gag there will be yet another tube, and it will go down your throat, straight to your stomach. The tube will be hooked up to an automated feeding system, which the good doctor and I have designed. It will not only keep you alive but it is about the healthiest thing you are ever going to have in your system."

"Swallow a tube?" Janet was confused. "Why do you have to do this to me?" "Well, it's the best way, Janet. Don't forget when you feel it go in to just swallow it. It will be a little uncomfortable, but a slut like you has to be used to swallowing tubes in her mouth."

"Fuck you, cunt. I will get you for this, I swear it." "Yeah Janet, I am real worried about that. After you have been strung up like a leather side of beef for four or five days, you are not going to be capable of anything. Cliff here thinks your mind will pretty much be gone by the time we get back." "Sorry, Janet," said Cliff. "I have no idea how that many days in total sensory deprivation will affect your mind, but people that have done far less have never recovered."

The full enormity of what Hillary had been saying crashed into Janet. Five days? She was going to be in this horrible leather cocoon for five days? With no one even about to check on her, or perhaps take pity on her, and let her go for a few moments. "Please God no, please please." Janet was sobbing now, fear and defeat and humiliation overwhelmed her.

"Janet, I know you remember the ear cement that I used on you yesterday. I'm afraid that I prefer that in these situations to the white noise. Even white noise is some sort of interaction. I prefer you totally without any sound at all." Without a word, Cliff grabbed Janet's auburn ponytail and held her head on the ground. Hillary advanced with a large fat syringe, which had two unmixed liquids in it. Janet knew what was coming next. Hillary was going inject that stuff in her ears and within moments it would harden and expand. She had first hand experience with how effective it was - it did not just deaden sounds, it made her totally deaf. Janet tried to shake her head and squirm away, but Cliff had a good hold of her. Hillary shot a huge mixed glob deep into her right ear and it slid completely into her skull. The compound dried within seconds; her right ear was made deaf once again. Cliff forced her head over again and the last thing she heard was a malicious, "Bye Bye, Janet," from Hillary. The warm goo filled her ear and once again her world was completely silent.