Janet Bound 9 | free bondage story

The fact that she could not hear anything did not stop her from making a lot of noise, though. She screamed and cried, continuously begging for mercy and release. She was becoming hysterical, and when Hillary brought the hood over for Janet to see that did not help. She shook her head in negation, and pleading. "God no, I can't take it. Please, not another hood. You have no idea what it is like!"

The hood had a much longer neck than the other ones Janet had already worn. It had lacings all around the bottom of the neck so it could fuse seamlessly with the body suit. It also laced all the way up the back of the skull to allow it to be made as tight as possible. It was a brutal and hot hood, not something anyone would want on them for any length of time. It had an elongated pump gag built into it, and a very thin reinforced tube ran through the middle of the gag. When it was pumped up, the hole would not help with breathing at all, since the gag was so huge it jammed deep into the back of the throat. The small hole in the gag's sole function was to allow a feeding tube to be fed straight into the stomach.

Hillary turned the hood almost inside out. Janet could see that the entire inside of the hood was lined with rubber. Hillary attached a squeeze bulb to the outside of the gag and gave it a couple of quick squeezes, to give the gag a bit more of a solid form. Again Cliff held Janet's trembling head still while Hillary brought the gag and attached hood up to Janet's mouth. Janet moaned through clenched teeth; there was no way she was opening her mouth to let that thing in. Using the ponytail of hair, Cliff slowly pulled Janet's head back as far as it could go. He then used his other hand to grab her jaw and pull her mouth open. Hillary took the opportunity to jam the partially inflated sphere into her mouth. Janet groaned with defeat as the squishy mass settled deep in her mouth. While Hillary adjusted the short tubes that were in Janet's nostrils so they popped through the rubber lined holes in the hood, Cliff grabbed the sides of the hood and pulled it around Janet's tear filled face. The last thing Janet saw was Hillary's sadistic leer.

The breathing tubes were very narrow, but they were performing their function. The were made of extremely tough plastic and would not compress under even the most extreme pressure. This was a good thing for Janet, because as of that moment they were the only method of keeping enough air in her to stay alive. Cliff pulled the helmet completely around Janet's head and began the painstaking lacing of the seal. Hillary slowly began filling the gag in Janet's mouth with more and more air. She watched as the small pressure gauge built into the pump went up and up. All the space in Janet's mouth was soon filled; her screams turning to whimpers, then groans, and finally pitiful soft sounds that came strictly from her chest. Her mouth was so completely filled that no air could get from her voice box to her mouth to project any sound at all.

"Don't dislocate her jaw, Hillary," Cliff admonished. "That is a lot of pressure." He could see the needle on the gauge was alarmingly high. Hillary gave the bulb a final sadistic squeeze and disconnected the bulb from the gag.

Inside her closing hood prison, Janet felt the gag work its way a little bit down her throat. She felt like she was swallowing a rubber watermelon. She could not even retch or cough. Her jaws were stretched beyond any normal distension. The helmet was actually stretching around her face. The rubber interior was making a perfect seal on her skin. Cliff had very strong hands, and he took particular relish in making sure the helmets lacings were as tight as he could make them. The leather was forming a perfect image of Janet's face. Janet was simply struggling to breathe, unable to adapt to the nose tubes and the brutal gag. While Cliff laced the back of the helmet up, Hillary began to lace the hood to the body suit, to complete Janet's mummification. The hood overlapped the suit so there was plenty of material to work with. She wanted to make sure that the suit did not in any way circle the neck; once the suit began to contract it could choke her to death. Racing each other, Cliff and Hillary finished lacing Janet in her horror. The colors of the hood and the suit matched perfectly. Flaps covered up all the lacings that the two devices had, so Janet was a seamless leather mummy. Janet tracked helplessly moving her head back and forth, trying to see or breath easier, anything to change the way things were. The hood was so tight you could make out the sockets of Janet's eyes, her cheeks puffed out from the gag, you could almost see her jaw muscles working to try and expel the gag.

Cliff had grabbed the specialized feeding tube and had brought it over. "Okay Hil', grab her head and hold it straight back. She is going to buck a lot, so hold her tight." Hillary used a small "O" ring at the very top of the hood to gain purchase on her and jerked Janet's head straight back; she was blindly facing the ceiling. Hillary wrapped herself around Janet as best she could, pulling her legs around her and holding her torso with her free hand. Cliff simply stood over the two of them and began to thread the tube into the tiny feeding hole. "I hope she remembers to swallow, or this could get very uncomfortable for her." He said.

Janet was unaware of what was happening, until she felt the tube touch the back of her throat. The gag extended so far into her mouth that it was beyond the point where her gag reflex cut in. Still, she resisted mightily, twisting and jerking in Hillary's grasp. She reflexively began to swallow the tube, unable to stop its advance. It snaked down with a constant pressure from Cliff. There was a tiny bracket along the tube that locked into the front of the hole of the gag with a twist of his wrist. Now no amount of retching or twisting could get the tube out of her. Hillary released her grip on Janet and let her drop to the ground. Janet flopped around like a beached fish. She looked like a brown featureless worm, blindly thrashing about. Her captors just watched for a long while, enjoying the sight of total helplessness in a beautiful woman. Janet was in a frenzy of panic, but the thin breathing tubes made it impossible for her to maintain the level of activity she was attempting. She slowly eased off, working her way back down to an occasional spasm of movement. Her breathing came in a narrow whistle through the tubes, as she lay on her back. Inside her incredible prison she prayed to die. She could not stand the darkness, the loneliness and the pressure anymore. She screamed with all her might into the gag, in frustration. Her body actually arched off the ground, so great was the force she was putting into it. By the time this earsplitting cry of agony got past the gag and leather covering her mouth, Cliff and Hillary heard a soft pathetic groan. She finally collapsed totally, her last reserves spent.

"Could you pick her up Cliff? I have a room set up for just such a purpose." Cliff obliged, leaning over and easily scooping Janet up in his arms. He followed Hillary to a far room. It was completely empty except for three huge fans surrounding the center of the room and a large winch in the middle of the ceiling. The entire room was incredibly brightly lit.

"Put her right in the middle, Cliff. I'm gonna suspend her by that winch." Cliff laid her down, Janet rolled on her side with a practically inaudible groan. Hillary found a hidden ring that was fused to the floor. At the tips of her toes was a small metal ring that was sewn into the suit. Hillary attached a 6-inch chain from the floor to Janet's wrapped toes.

"Cliff, on the wall by the door you will see a control panel for the winch, hit the green button to give me some slack." Cliff did as he was told and snaking out of the far away ceiling came another length of quarter inch chain with an easy opening clasp at the end of it. The chain was attached to the very top of Janet's wrapped skull.

"Okay Cliff, hit the red button now until I tell you to stop." Again Cliff complied. And the chain began to move back up into the ceiling. The motor of the winch made no sound of strain as it began to lift her from the ground. Janet groaned in confusion; she could not see or hear anything that was happening to her. She could only feel something pulling her upright by her head. In a few seconds she was upright, but the winch continued, lifting her. Her feet started leaving the ground. Janet jerked spastically as she was lifted off the ground. The short chain holding her feet would not allow her to get more than a couple of inches off the ground. Her feet began to point straight downward; her body was being stretched more and more. Just when it seemed like Janet would rip in half, Hillary told Cliff to stop.

Janet was in the middle of the room. Her outstretched toes mere inches away from the ground. Her whole body was like a guitar string, in a perfect line from top to bottom. She tried to twitch, to move, to do anything. Janet was helpless. Hillary was once again transfixed at the sight before her: an amazing leather statue bound between floor and ceiling, suspended like a feminine leather fly in some depraved spider's web. Cliff busied himself connecting the catheters and the feeding tube to their mates that came from the ceiling and floor. The feeding tube was run by a sophisticated computer and kept a slow, steady stream of nutrient rich soup moving into her stomach. The catheters just made sure that any waste was sucked away instantly. Janet had no control over her bowels and bladder anyway, as any waste that came along passed through her instantly. Cliff ran an admiring hand over the taut belly and breasts of the trapped girl, admiring how the leather was just like a second skin.

"Nice job, Hillary. What are the fans for anyway?" "Well, the lights in the room are here to dry that leather suit out, and the fans are going to blow at high speed to keep her cool. They will help get rid of any moisture also. When we close the door I will turn them on and the curing of that suit can begin." They stopped at the door one last time to look at the poor woman, twitching in silent anguish in the air. The fans began to turn and they closed the door on Janet.

"Well, lets go pack you some things, and plan out our trip," said Hillary. "There is absolutely no rush though, Okay?" "Damn you are such a sadist Hil," Said Cliff with an admiring smirk. "It's why we never worked. Sadists need someone to use." "That leather is going to be so stiff when we get back. It will be like she is encased in rock. I cannot wait to see that." Hillary was ecstatic. "You are right Hillary, you have no patience."

Within the hour Hillary and Cliff had left the house leaving Janet twenty feet below a huge house in a room that no one knew about. Inside her prison Janet continued to squirm in silent agony. Even after an hour the leather was beginning to dry, and Janet could feel the effects. Her breathing was labored, her body felt like a vice was slowly, inexorably being tightened on her. She was more alone and helpless than any person in history. Once again her every sense was taken from her and her very ability to move was denied. All her pleading and begging had amounted to nothing. Thus began five days of hell for Janet.