Hacked

By DX

Copyrighted 10/07, 6/2025, all rights reserved. Story may not be re-printed electronically or otherwise without written permission from the author.

Hacked!

 Hope gazed at her reflection, watching the beautician's brush flash in her short, curly platinum blonde hair. The practiced hands worked the hair spray, then satisfied with the hair, switched to applying foundation with quick flicks of a puff.

 "Is this your first time modeling for us?" The beautician asked.

 "No." Hope said quietly. "This is my third time."

 "You're a little nervous."

 Hope tried to quiet the butterflies dancing in her stomach. "Yeah, I guess."

 "You have nothing to worry about, hon." She said, picking up an eyeliner. "Look up for me please, you have a sweet, natural beauty." The beautician began to apply dark lines. "You have big, expressive tropical sea blue eyes," She switched to a brush and with flicking strokes picked up some light pink. "and crab apple dumpling cheeks." She dusted Hope's face, adding blush. "You just need some highlights so the camera doesn't wash out your sweet, kissable lips." She added a lipstick. "Mmmm," She said with a smile. "And you're done! You'll be fine. These infomercials are informal and friendly. Everyone in the audience is curious about getting a Chasti-Permalock. Just answer their questions honestly." She gave Hope a hand stepping out of the chair, whipping off the smock with a flourish. "Have a seat in the green room until they call you."

 Hope smiled her thanks and, clutching the collar of her robe, stepped into the green room which surprisingly, was a calming, mustard yellow in color. There were three girls there, lounging around on puffy overstuffed chairs flipping through magazines. They looked up as she entered, each giving a welcoming smile and nod. Hope nodded back, and found a place in the corner to sit. She signed, trying to calm her nerves and waited for her name to be called.

 She looked up as the producer leaned in. "Angie? You're up in one minute."

 Angie nodded and set down her magazine. She smoothed out her dress with a flick of her hand, raked her fingers through her hair, squared her shoulders and stepped out of the room, following the director.

 Moments later, a tall, handsome women stepped in, a little flushed and excited. "Wow!" She exclaimed as everyone looked up expectantly. "That was great! The audience is pumped." She fetched a bottle of water from the table and found herself a seat. "You guys'll have a blast." She took a sip and noticed Hope sitting in the corner. "Hey! Hope! I didn't know you were in today's show."

 Hope blushed and nodded. "Hi, Meg."

 Meg slipped over to a closer chair, resting a hand on Hope's knee. "You're not nervous are you? You've modeled for Chasti-Permalock before."

 Hope nodded. "Just pictures. There were only three people in the room."

 Meg smiled assuringly. "It's the same thing. You're a pretty girl with a nice body. You'll be fine." She gave her knee a pat. "Must be more fun than working upstairs in accounting."

 "Yeah," Hope said softly. "and the extra money is great." She shrugged. "One of the benefits of working for the Chasti-Permalock company."

 Meg shifted her chair, sitting directly in front of Hope. "There's nothing to fear from the audience. We need to get you a little confidence." Meg sat up, her ankles crossed. "You be the host and interview me."

 Hope smiled nervously. "Um, okay. So, Meg, what Permalock product do you wear?"

 Meg flashed a brilliant smile. "I have the Vaginal Plug, Vaginal Shield and Nipple Shield, all permanently installed."

 Hope's face flashed with mild surprise. "Oh, uh, I would not take you for a woman into chastity. Um, why did you do it?"

 "I started experimenting with sexual denial a few years back." Meg explained casually. "I originally got the shields set on temporary mode. I discovered the times that I was locked up, my other zones became more sensitive, erogenous." Meg lifted her long curly hair. "A touch on the nape of my neck, or the inside of my thighs drove me wild with sensation. A feather on the balls of my feet and I was putty."

 "But what about, you know, uh, orgasm?" Hope asked timidly.

 "I would have prolong periods in chastity until I could not stand it anymore." Meg shuddered as she thought about it. "Sex then was explosive! I'd almost lose consciousness. I found that I was staying locked up longer and longer, prolonging the exquisite orgasm that followed. But I began to enjoy the lock up as much as I enjoyed the sex. While locked up, if my husband rubbed my shoulders, it was like a near orgasm. I could taste the electricity when I kissed him." She licked her lips. "If you know what I mean." She smiled scandalously and Hope blushed. Meg held out her hand and gently stroked the inside of her wrist. "Sensation was different, magical. Sweet." She smiled gently. "So I activated the permanent feature and never looked back. I'm constantly tormented and titillated." She sighed dreamily. "It's sweet."

 Hope's big blue eyes blinked in amazement. "Wow." She whispered, then went on with her interview. "How does your husband feel about it?"

 Meg smiled. "Oh, I keep him very happy." Her tongue flashed across her teeth. "My lust for him has multiplied a hundred fold. I enjoy the thrill of giving him pleasure."

 Hope nodded, feeling a little out of breath. "Would you recommend it to anyone?"

 Meg shook her head. "I think everyone should try it on the temporary setting until they are sure what to expect. Heck, you can leave it in place in temporary mode indefinitely."

 "So why attach it permanently?"

 Meg thought for half a breath before answering. "Just knowing that it will not, can not come off makes a big difference to me. My body became even more sensitive. It was wonderful."

 Hope took a moment to think of another question. "Has it affected your job?"

 Meg nodded. "I use my sexual energy and put it..." Meg looked up as the stage manager stepped in.

 "Hope?" She called. "You're on in thirty-seconds."

 Hope rose up with a start. "Thirty-seconds!"

 Meg rose with her, giving her a light hug. "Plenty of time, hon." She kissed Hope's cheek. "Take a big breath and walk out there. You'll be great."

 Hope nodded and smiled, slipping from the comfort of Meg's embrace. Hope followed the stage manager into the dark back stage of the studio. Hope could hear the applause and cheers of the audience. Hope took a calming breath and waited for a signal from the stage manager.

 On stage, Hope could hear Angelica and Shamika talking about Chasti-Permalock products and nanite-technology, the microscopic machines that could permanently bind metal to flesh. Hope knew them well.

 "And now," Shamika went on. "I want to bring out our next guest, from our accounting department, Hope!"

 Hope squinted as the bright lights shined in her eyes. The audience was in darkness and the whiteness of the stage became dazzling. She forced herself to keep her chin up and walked to the center stage. Angelica motioned to a space on the couch and Hope took a seat.

 "Thank you for coming out on a short notice, Hope." Angelica began. "Our scheduled model, Tammy, stubbed her toe and broke it." The audience winced in pain and Angelica nodded in agreement. "Oh yeah, that does hurt. But the nanites in her system will heal that bone up and she'll be good as new in just a couple days. Meanwhile, we have Hope to help us model some of our more, invasive products." She turned to Hope. "Hope, you have a Chasti-Permalock. Tell us about it."

 Hope found her mouth dry with nervousness. "Well," She squeaked and cleared her throat. "I have the Clitoris Crown."

 Behind Hope, the big screen t.v. was showing a previously recorded video of Hope's vagina. Nestled in the folds of her labia, there was a tiny, delicately woven collar of gold. Hope looked back and turned three shades of red.

 Shamika rested a comforting hand on Hope's knee. "We're all friends here, Hope. It is a beautiful bit of jewelry! How does it work?"

 Hope mustered up her courage to speak. "It's connected to the nerves. It sends an almost imperceivable pulse through the vaginal nerves timed with my body's bio-rhythm."

 Shamika teased, turning to the audience. "Sounds like an accountant, doesn't she?" She turned back to Hope. "Gives you a little tickle in the right place, am I right?"

 Hope nodded. "It enhances my body's natural rhythm and, uh, makes me happy."

 Angelica added in. "Starts your motor and keeps the engine revving all day."

 “I, uh… well, keeps me primed.  By the day's end, I'm ready to spend a little time with my husband, Mark." Hope smiled sheepishly as the audience whooped.

 "And what if Mark isn't home?" Shamika asked.

 Hope blushed again. "I can go about three or four days and then something has to happen. I could do it myself, it's just not as fun."

 Shamika nodded. "Of course not. Now Mark has something as well, correct?"

 Hope smiled, her dimples showing. "We have matching crowns. The nanites in our systems are matched so that we're always in sync. When we get together, it’s incredible."

 "Keeping the home fires burning!" Shamika exclaimed. "Now your devices are not Chastities, but marital enhancers."

 Hope nodded, her dimples deepening. "We both love it.  We like having sex… with each other, and it can be explosive at times.”  She smiled sheepishly.  “When we’re together, it’s like our whole body becomes an erogenous zone.  Sometimes, we can just lay together and hug.  Our bodies become electric.”

 “Sounds wonderful!” Angelica chimed happily, turning to the audience. “Folks, as you can see, Chasti-Permalock has a bevy of devices from sexual denial to enhancement. For the last part of our show, Hope will model some of our heavy duty bondage devices used not only as marital aids, but also correctional restraints. Please remember that the devices demonstrated today are inert and cannot be permanently activated. When you order your device, please state if you wish for a permanent option installed. If you purchase without the permanent option, you cannot have it post installed, you'll have to order a new device." Angelica turned to Shamika. "So what's first on the menu?"

 Shamika was helping Hope out of her robe. "We're going to go all out starting with vaginal and anal plugs." With her robe gone, Hope was completely naked and the audience applauded. Hope's entire body blushed. "You're doing fine, Hope." Shamika comforted her. "Now hop up on the table for me."

 Hope kept her eyes down, not wanting to look at the audience, pretending they were not there. She sat on the medical table and leaned back, making herself comfortable. Shamika lifted her feet up into stirrups, exposing her for everyone. The camera closed in.

 "That's a lovely shot of Hope's crown." Angelica commented to Hope's chagrin.

 Shamika held up the plug, glistening with lubricating gel. "The plugs come custom built, designed to take up all available space."

 As Shamika maneuvered the plug into Hope's tight opening, Angelica faced the audience. "What sets Chasti-Permalock apart is nanite technology. We can design, and engineer devices on a molecular scale. What appears to be a smooth vaginal plug, in actuality has a well over a billion pores across its surface. From each pore, an anchor will extend into the vaginal wall. The anchors can hinge and release so the plug can stay as long as you want and release with no harm. Other nanites in the surface of the plug can handle bacteria, so there's no fear of odors or sores from prolonged use."

 As Angelica talked, Hope could feel the plugs, one at a time maneuver into her. She tried to relax, but she could feel the eyes of the audience on her like the hot stage lights beaming above her. Shamika caressed her cheek and leaned close to her ear. "Just think of Mark, hun." She whispered. "Now take a deep breath, and let it all out."

 Hope felt Shamika give a little shove. The plug was enormous, getting bigger and bigger and just as Hope thought something was about to tear, she felt herself close over the tapered end, her vagina pulling the device in. It was almost natural.

 Shamika looked up with a smile. "The plugs are in. How does it feel, Hope?"

 Hope grunted, a little winded. "Full!"

 The audience laughed and Shamika gave Hope's belly a light pat, feeling the firmness. "If you were to keep this in, you would get used to it quickly. The anchors have already distended and attached the plugs to the vaginal wall. Without the release code in this remote," Shamika held up a small black device, the size of a key fob with three tiny buttons on it. "the plugs cannot be removed making en-vitro sex impossible. "

 "Can I hang on to that?" Hope asked and the audience responded with laugher.

 Shamika wedged the remote into her copious cleavage. "I'll keep it safe, hun." Shamika then took up a slightly curved bowled silver plate. "And now for the plate. This will cover the entire vagina. Once set in place, the anchors will attach." Shamika pressed firmly and then moved her hand away, the plate remaining in place. Shamika then tried to pry it off gently, but it appeared to have been glued on. "It won't come off without the electronic key or pulling off all of Hope's skin. You'll notice this set has a three millimeter hole for wastes. The nanites will breakdown and re-use most waste. If this were a permanent install, the nanites would switch to a more evasive procedure, surgically altering Hope's body to make it more efficient. She would have no waste. The nanites would then use iron molecules from Hope's blood to build carbon-steel and plug up the waste hole as if it were never there."

 Shamika then picked up gleaming bowls. "Now for the full breast cups. No need to wear a bra ever with these babies."

 Angelica faced the audience. "Now if these devices had the permanent lock down feature, and we activated them, from vents in the anchors, specialized nanites would release and within hours, a million carbon cables would form, spreading throughout Hope's body. These carbon cables are only a few molecules thick. A bundle of a thousand of them are still thinner than a human hair and yet are ten times stronger than titanium. Like a web, they will attach the devices to Hope's body so removing them would be impossible, even surgically. Forty-eight hours after the lock down feature has been activated, the unlock codes from the nanite brains would be deleted. The nanites cannot be over ridden or hacked. Even if destroyed, builder nanites would only make new nanites, put together from molecules in Hope's body. It is a perfect, and permanent, flawless system."

 Shamika gave Hope a hand, helping her sit up. The audience oooh'd at the shiny metal breast cups. "How's that, Hope?"

 Hope seemed surprised at her own reaction. "It's like my breasts and vagina wasn't there. It's not numb, but, I can't feel them." Hope cupped her metal clad breasts. "It's kind of, exciting."

 Shamika nodded. "That's the paradox of enticement through denial. It’s a bit of a turn on, isn't it?"

 Hope nodded, blushing again. “But, I can still feel my crown!  Knowing I can't touch it is really incredible! I want to touch it more than ever!"

 Angelica smiled. "I bet your husband Mark will have a bit of fun when he gets home."

 Hope shook her head. "Oh, he better be here when we're done shooting. When these things come off, so will I!"

 The audience howled and hooted, but Hope no longer seemed to care. Her crown with its gentle vibrations became magnified in the void created by the Permalocks. She could sense that Mark's crown would reflect the same, since the two where matched. Somewhere, miles away, Mark would feel it. Hope only hoped that he would leave work, making up some excuse, come to the studio and, audience or not, fuck her brains out.

 "Another option for the implants," Angelica explained. "is an orgasm feature. Using the remote control, the wearer could experience orgasm at the push of a button."

 Hope looked up desperately. "Can we demonstrate that feature now?"

 The audience cheered, but Angelica shook her head. "I'm sorry, but this unit does not have that feature. I promise at our next demonstration, it will."

 "Can I volunteer for that assignment now?" Hope asked quickly.

 "You got it. But we have to finish this show first." Angelica held up a thick, metal collar. "And the faster we get these on, the sooner we're done and we can get Hope off, I mean, get them off Hope." The audience hooted as she handed the device to Shamika. "Next is the discipline collar."

 Hope already had her chin up and Shamika wasted no time slipping the collar around her delicate throat. "Collars are signs of submissiveness." Shamika said. "This posture collar with its contoured design forces Hope to keep her head in perfect poise. It also encourages natural stretching of her neck for a more, graceful, swan like appearance. Nanites can even build up the steel, exaggerating the length of the neck like an African Bride. The collars can be designed with a bevy of functions such as lie detection. Or a silence mode where the wearer is punished or asphyxiated if she tries to talk. This leaves her mouth for other functions."

 Angelica nodded picking up a black latex jacket. "And now for some of our correctional items. This straight jacket has the look, feel and smell of latex, but it is breathable, and nearly indestructible, Latex-x." Angelica took a knife from her pocket and jammed it into the sleeve. She tried to pierce the latex-x, stretching it harshly, but left not a mark on it. "Even if it could be penetrated, and the wearer was still alive, the nanites would repair the material, and the wearer.” She handed the jacket off to Shamika. "On permanent mode, the jacket and wearer would become one, for life."

 Shamika held up the jacket for Hope who wasted no time sliding her arms into the sleeves. "When I apply these to a non-cooperative subject, I have two other assistants."

 Hope was amazed at how soft the latex-x felt on her skin. She felt the tightness clench her completely. As Shamika pulled the laces up in back, Hope felt the jacket clenching her waist, embracing her.

 Shamika expertly reached under Hope's crotch and grabbed the broad strap and pulled that back, covering up Hope's butt.

 Angelica laid a hand on Hope's hip. "This jacket has a corset feature. On permanent mode, it can tighten up reducing Hope's waist to a breath taking 50%. Just because you're a criminal, doesn't mean you can't look sexy." She looked at Hope. "That would make you, what, Hope?"

 “Uh, 50%?” Hope gasped. "Twelve inches or so, but I can hardly breathe now!"

 "Right now, we've already pulled four inches from your waist. On permanent mode, it would take three months of gradual reduction to give you a twelve inch waist with an extreme three inch pipe stem."

 Hope ran her sleeved hands, the straps flopping off her fingers, across her smooth, black shinny belly. She felt sexy, exotic and incredibly horny.

 Shamika brought her arms behind her back. "Most straight jackets are self hugging, but I think it's sexier and more restrictive to be behind the back." Shamika maneuvered Hope's arms behind her back, bringing the straps across the front. She kept snugging, bit by bit, until Hope's fingertips were almost touching her abdomen. Shamika then applied more straps across Hope's back, trapping her arms.

 Hope could feel the tightness with every breath. Feeling helpless, she wanted more than ever for sexual release, the energy becoming maddening. Angelica laid out shoes, black with very killer heels and with help, Hope slipped them on. She watched forlornly as Shamika slipped a hobble skirt around her waist and zipped it closed, bringing Hope's legs together, sealing them in latex-x, she would only be able to take a six inch step.

 The audience applauded at the sexy figure writhing on stage. Hope caught an image of herself on the monitor and in her mind she imagined Shamika taking out a remote control and with a push of a button, give Hope orgasm after orgasm. Hope struggled to stay focused and professional. There were only a few items left, and then they would take everything off, and then Mark would be there, or someone would be there, and make Hope a very happy woman.

 "This is turning you on, isn't Hope?" Angelica asked.

 "Yes!" She roared more than she wanted. “Incredibly!  Can we take a break?"

 The audience laughed and Angelica smiled. "I know I am cruel, but we're almost done and for being such a good sport, I promise we'll take very good care of you. The way you're wriggling, you must be stewing. If we leave you alone long enough, won't your crown just finish you off?"

 Hope shook her head frantically. "No, there is an inhibitor. It will sense if I'm getting too excited and back off. There has to be some other stimulation."

 "I understand." Angelica said. "Well, Shamika is ready with our last installs." She turned towards the audience. "For the ultimate in sensory depravation we have just what you need. As each sense is taken away, the rest become stronger. If we take all of them away, the mind sharpens and intensifies all perceived sensation. I'm sorry, Hope, but in a moment, your crown is just gonna be ringing your bell."

 Shamika wheeled the table over. She and Angelica took Hope by the arms and heaved her up onto the table. Shamika took up a nasal plug with long tubes. "This is going to feel weird, but just relax." Shamika guided the tubes up and into Hope's sinus, the plug ending discretely at Hope's nose.

 "The plug will not only insure uninterrupted breathing," Angelica explained, "but will also prevent hay-fever, dust, mold and other inhaled allergies."

 Shamika carefully placed the eye shields on, holding each one in place for a second and then letting them go, stuck fast to Hope's face.

 "It's a shame to block up those beautiful eyes, Hope." Angelica said. "How is it?"

 "Dark!" She exclaimed to a flurry of laughter from the audience. "Uh, can I say something?"

 "Better hurry, the gag is next."

 "I can see how this whole bondage thing is really neat and kinky and I would not mind being packaged up for a few hours. In fact, I think I'm gonna get a set up like this at home, but I don't think I could stand it being on permanently. I know some people enjoy the never ending craving, but I'm seconds away from chewing my way out."

 "Not after this." Shamika said. "Open wide now. Wider. Much wider."

 "Ih oyen o ayny wiyer."

 Shamika began packing the huge gag into Hope's mouth, stretching her jaw more and more.

 "This is our basic gag. More advanced gags have silence and punishment features. Some have a removable core that can be replaced with a cloned oral or vaginal cavity. Some clients like the packed mouth look, but for today, Shamika is applying the mouth shield to give a nice, clean look." Angelica then addressed Hope. "Alright hun, we're putting in the ear plugs. You won't be able to hear for a few minutes. We'll get that stuff off you and make sure all your needs are met, alright?"

 Hope could barely nod in the high collar.

 Angelica smiled as Shamika wriggled the first plug in. "I promise, Hope, we’ll take good care of you.” Angelica then addressed the audience. "The ear plugs can be programed to block out all sound, or distort speech so that it is unintelligible. It can even be set so that only select voices can be understood, like a master, and all other sound is garbled. These particular plugs that Hope is going to model for us are set so that all sound is distorted. She can hear, but nothing makes sense. Now folks, doesn't Hope look sexy bound up like that? You can see why we use real models for our products because you'd never believe how incredible she looked if I just told you." The audience applauded. "That is our show, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to get this stuff off Hope. We're going to bring back our other guests and you can ask questions and get a close up look at all of our products." Angelica pointed into the audience. "Yes, you have a question?"

 A woman had raised her hand. "How does she eat? I mean, if she's on permanent mode."

 As Angelica answered questions, Shamika retrieved the remote from her cleavage and was hitting the unlock button. 

 She frowned. 

 She looked up, struggling to put on a smile. "I'm going to take Hope back stage and uh, get her ready for questions."

 Angelica shot a curious look at Shamika, but stage hands, at Shamika’s discrete signal, were already wheeling Hope off stage. Angelica faced the audience, almost trying to distract them from Shamika's hasty retreat. "That's a great question." She answered. “The main source will be from nasal cannula, however; Nanites can draw energy from many sources. They can leech from the skin and absorb nutrients from dust and pollen in the air, even from the sun."

 Angelica's voice faded away as Shamika left the stage. Plunged into the darkness, Shamika dropped all pretense and hissed and the stage hand. "Katie, get my lap top. Hurry!"

 "What is it?" Katie asked carrying it over from the table.

 Shamika snatched it and set in the table next to the writhing form of Hope. Shamika's grim face lit up as she opened the screen. "Hope's permalocks have activated. She's in permanent lock down. The moment I put in the last ear plug, everything tightened. It should not have done that."

 "Oh, God!" Katie's hands covered her mouth in fear. "Permanent lock down?"


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Beauty's Resurrection

By DX

Copyrighted, 6/06, 4/2025 all rights reserved, story may not be reproduced by any means with prior permission from the author

Based on the Original Story, Beauty in Repose By Evil Dolly, used with permission.

"tell me you love me,"

 I can hear her voice whisper to me on the wind as it played in the long grass in the field. I can feel the warm sun, so bright, splayed across my fingers. A black road splits the earth, gold bands split the road. I am hitchhiking but there are no cars and I don't care. I can walk where I want to go, be where I want to be. There is blue sky from horizon to horizon and I spread my arms hoping to fly.

 Fly free.

 I was a transient. A high-school dropout wandering the earth and looking for adventure. I was an incurable romantic who believed that life could be a romance novel if I looked hard enough for it. I was a girl whose wit and charm and looks could get her out of any trouble she found herself in.

 "You are so beautiful,"

 She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I was so shocked and flattered when her smiling, sparkling eyes looked upon me and said how beautiful I was. It was then, at that moment, her magic cast their spells upon my heart.

 "I want to hear you say it, say you love me."

 There was a time I would have said it quickly, readily, with the deepest fiber of my being. I was a slave to her love, to her smiles, to her kisses. When she took me to her home, her palatial mansion, and he green swept flowing grounds, and gave me a warm bed, her warm bed, and her warm body, I loved her.

 "Say it,"

 Before she put me here. In this dark, dark place,

 Forever.

 Before she buried me alive.

 I was swept up in her love, the fantasy. I put up with her one quirk, her little game. It was weird, but afterwards, our love making was explosive. 

 She liked to see girls play dead in coffins, as if for a final viewing. 

 I had been a call girl for a while so I was no stranger to fetishes; although this one was new to me. She would lay me out in fanciful dresses and I would play the part. She gave me a catheter so I didn't need bathroom breaks and a nasal feeding tube, disguised and innocuous, to give me nutrients. She used a little bondage to help me hold still.

 I wasn't all that surprised when she bought me my own coffin to play our games. It was her way of giving me an engagement ring and in that light, on that day, I accepted.

 The last day I was alive.

 She gave me the most beautiful wedding dress.

 Beneath it was a special form fitting suit that would prevent me from needing a shower. Catheter, nasal, and promises, I was set for a long session.  Hours? Longer? It would be our honeymoon. Our most elaborate scene yet.

 Lying still.

 Playing dead.

 She took me out to the grounds, through the winding garden paths filled with crying stone cherubs, to a small grove hidden by trees. There was a rock wall topped with sinister iron fence I had never been there before.

 It was always locked, until now.

 She led me inside and it was filled with flowers cascading down from the shelves.  She lead me through this fantasy world to my resting place. Her gift to me, my coffin.

 I was eager to make her proud.  Her kink was a weirdness I didn’t understand, and like all odd things a little creepy.  I was a little hesitant, a little afraid, but her warm smiles of joy cast out my dark thoughts.  I would be brave for her.

 My hands were cuffed in front of me. Satin and padding disguised the steel. She helped me up into the coffin and strapped me down. Straps across my upper arms held me to the comfortable pad, forcing my hands to be held still beneath my breasts. She gave me a realistic bouquet to hold and with a few hidden stitches, secured it to my gloves so I wouldn't lose it. She strapped down my legs, the bands running through hidden slits in the gown. She then stitched down the gown to make sure that the dress would stay in perfect flowing position.

 "Can you move?" She asked and I struggled, proving that I couldn't move more that just a squirm. She connected my tubes.

 "I love you." She said.

 "I love you." I said.

 "Be quiet now." She brushed her fingers across my cheek and the game began.

 I laid still, my shallow breathing hidden by the make of the dress.

 I wanted to make her proud.

 "You're very good at this." She said after a while. "You know, you'll never be as perfect as you are, right here, right now." She placed a death mask over my face. An image of perfect beauty, she secured it with straps, and pins that went through my pierced ears and locked in place. "There, now you will be beautiful forever." She said. "I so do love you, but one day you'll want to leave me. Free as a bird, leaving a trail of broken hearts. You pretties don't know true love. That's why I'm going to keep here, forever, perfect in beauty, forever."

 It was then she turned the coffin key and slowly closed the lid.

 I was scared. I wasn’t sure of the game any more.  What she was saying was off-script and I murmured in fear.  As she continued turning the key, locking the lid, said I was uncomfortable with how the game was going.  Panicking, I pleaded and argued with her. 

 I told her I loved her.  

 What I meant when I said that, was I was afraid but trusted her.

 Light flashed in the dark coffin.  In the lid of the coffin was a monitor that flickered to life, and I could see her standing next to the coffin, waving at the camera, at me. I watched as she pulled back a tarp and I saw two grave stones, each with a birth date and a passing date. One was Jessica, the other Carrie.  There were no last names.  Jessica’s date of death was only a year ago. Carrie was two years ago. Both of them young, like me.

 I then saw a third stone.

 It was my name, my birthday and the current year.

 Terror hit me like a punch to the face.

 I begged for her to let me out, but she only smiled softly, her gaming continuing.  "I'll let you out if you do one thing for me?" She said, her eyes filled with love. "Everything will be fine. It's all a game. Just part of my silly fantasy. Just do this one thing for me, please? It will be so good if you do this for me, and then we'll stop and go back to the house and make love until dawn. Would you do this one little thing for me?"

 I was crying. "You'll let me out?"

 "Yes. It's all a game.”

 I nodded.

 “Ask me to bury you.” Her face loomed in the camera, her eyes warm and happy. “Just say the words… I need to hear them.  Ask me and I'll let you out."

 What was I to do?

 “Please... bury me?"

 Her smile filled her whole being.  “That's perfect." She said.

 She pulled back a tarp and turned the camera to expose a hole beneath the coffin. Straps held the coffin above it.

 She made me watch as she buried me alive.

 I screamed and screamed but she either shut off my microphone or ignored me. I then watched as she slowly shoveled dirt down on top of me until there was no more coffin.  I could hear the dirt pound on the lid above me, feel the vibration, and then the quiet.

 She moved the camera, then walked out of frame.  A moment later I heard the horrific grumble of a tractor, and I watched as she rolled it forward and shoved a mass of dirt down on top of my coffin.

 Inside was a tremendous storm of noise.  Fearing collapse, I shut my eyes.

 And then silence.  

 Utter silence.

 I opened my eyes.

 In the monitor, there was no more hole. I watched as she carefully rolled out sod and erased all signs of my burial site.

 I could feel a light breeze of air being filtered in. 

 I could watch what she wanted me to watch. Her face loomed large in the camera, then she touched something and changed my view to inside my coffin, a green night vision glow to show me looking perfect in my beautiful dress, my serene mask. She then showed me inside the other coffins at the other girls. I could see them shifting, breathing. Their hair growing wild.

 The image changed to her camera, her brushing dirt from her gloves before pulling them off.  She sighed tiredly, content from a good day’s work.  She looked at me through the camera.

 “Here is your final resting place.”  She grinned.  “You’ll be here forever.  But you will not age, or grow old.  The life support unit will keep you alive.”  She breathed dead.  “I love my beauties, my wives, laying in repose.”  She peered close.  “I love you.”

 She waited.

 "Say that you love me,”

 I murmured, “please,”

 “Say you love me, and I will end the game and dig you up.”

 My voice, thin and reedy, sobbed.  “I love you.”

 She smiled, and the monitor shut off.

 The darkness was absolute.

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Broken in the Attic

by DX

Copyrighted 1987, 2020, 1/2025, all rights reserved.

 She sighed, and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes slowly moved about the shadowed room before returning to the ledgers laid out on the desk before her. She looked at the calculator tape again and compared her findings as if she hadn't just compared them moments ago. Perhaps she had misplaced a decimal and the embezzled sum was not five hundred thousand, but only five thousand. Regardless of the sum, it was apparent that Mark Teller had been embezzling money. It was obvious that one hundred thousand had been misappropriated just two days ago.

 "I'll be leaving now, Miss Winters.” Came a voice suddenly out of the darkness. 

 Winters gasped and tossed back in her chair. She clutched her blouse and could feel her heart pound. 

 "I'm sorry, Miss Winters." Continued the voice from the darkness. "I didn't mean to startle you." A woman came from the shadows and leaned into the light.

 "Well Mrs. Rios..." Winters tried to set her heart back to normal "You gave me a start. I would have thought that everyone would be gone this late hour--I mean with the extended weekend and all."

 "My weekend will be beginning soon." The Latin woman looked over the ledgers. "Did you finally find something?"

 She nodded grimly. "I would say about five hundred thousand."

 "I am sorry to hear that."

 Winters looked up to Mrs Rios. In the shading of the light she seemed taller and darker, and her lips were full and black. Her cheeks still pouted of that remaining baby fat. She was indeed a very attractive woman. Miss Winters only happened to lower her gaze and notice the glint of steel beneath Mrs Rios' full breasts. Before she could think, the over head light sparked to life with a tiny electric hum. Her eyes squinted, trying to shield out the sudden light, but never left the gun pointed at her.

 "Good evening Miss Winters." Came a curt voice from the door." If you will step out slowly from behind the desk and lie down here on the floor." Mark Teller casually closed and locked the door behind him. From the deep pocket of his trench coat, he withdrew his .44 automag and stood there, pointing it to the floor and waiting.

 Winters slowly did as she was told, never taking her eyes off of Rios and her small pistol. 

 "I say we shoot her now!" Rios hissed. 

 Winters could feel her heart pound in her chest as she slid passed the file cabinets.  Sporadically her knees bent and she knelt to the floor. Rios suddenly snatched at her long hair and jerked it back. She put the gun to Winters' face. "We have to kill her now!"

 Trembling, Winters'  tried to plead to Teller, but fear robbed her voice. Teller calmly slid his gun back into his pocket. "We may have to if she does not cooperate." Teller looked to the young woman in a determined way. "But she will cooperate."

 Winters nodded her head as far as it would go and Rios slammed her to the floor. Teller stepped close to her and knelt beside her. "I would very much like to keep you alive, however, I have too much at stake to sacrifice if it comes down to letting you live. Do you understand me?" He spoke so calmly and simply that Winters had to comply.

 Rios kept her gun at the back of the young woman's head. Winters could feel the barrel press into her skull. Images flashed in her mind of the dark barrel exploding to light and ending her life. 

 She felt Teller take hold of her wrists. She was limp in his strong, quick grasp.

 Teller pulled a plastic tie from his other pocket, made a loop with it and encircled her wrists, back to back. With a tug, he cinched them tightly. Then a second tie brought her elbows together. 

 He was amazed at how flexible she was. 

 A third tightened around her ankles, while two more went quickly above and below her knees. He sat back on his knees and watched her lying there, afraid to move let alone fight her bonds.

 "Get into the safe and get the books." He ordered to Rios. As she left to complete her task, he began digging around in his pockets only to find that he was missing something. "You wouldn't happen to have a hair pin would you?" Winters was far to afraid to answer so he stood up and walked over to the desk.

 Winters turned her head far enough to watch him as he opened the drawer and began to go through it. She began to feel tiny needles in her hands and feet as their circulation began to wane.

 She couldn't move, she didn't try. "Please...." She began to plead. "Let me go.." 

 He looked at her there on the floor with her small breasts pushed into the rug by the straining positions of her arms. Her long black hair was draped over her face.

 He stepped back over to her with a rubber band laced into his fingers. "You will be quiet." He instructed as he took her hair and looped it into a single pony tail in the back. He then gently rolled her over, lifted her up and set her down in the chair. From one of his deep pockets he pulled out a two inch wide roll of elastic bandage. He quickly popped off the metal clips and put them back into his pocket.

 She was didn't even think of what it was for until he took hold of her lower jaw and gave a slight pinch. In fear she opened her mouth and let him stuff the roll in, wriggling it back and forth to get it into her cheeks and between her teeth to pin her tongue down. Holding it in place with his thumb, he took up a roll of surgical adhesive tape and ripped off a long strip and put it to her face from ear to ear. A few more to secure it in place and it left the lower half of her face lost in white tape.

 Then to finish it off, he took up a five inch wide elastic bandage and wrapped several layers around her head securing it in place with the metal clips. "Now you will sit here!" He whispered harshly as he got up and left the room.

 She quickly glanced around. Rios came from out of the boss' office only to dump a pile of ledgers on to the desk and leave again.

 Alone, Winters quickly began to fight her bonds. Her hands had long ago lost their feeling and the idea of being tied and kidnaped was sinking in. She twisted her feet as best she could but the thin plastic straps cut into her flesh. Her twisting and pulling was doing her nothing.

 Teller stood before her tapping his foot.

 Her wide brown eyes looked up to him in dead fear for in his hand was his magnum. 

 "Now let me make myself clear." He said fishing his hand around in his pocket. "The janitor is still in the building. And if you make any noise, or any attempt to escape..." He pulled long metal cylinder from his pocket and began to screw it into the end of his gun. "Do you understand?" 

 She had seen silencers in movies.  His message was clear.

 He wheeled in a garbage cart.  He pocketed his gun and bent down to her feet.  He took another plastic tie from his pocket. He gently removed her shoes and tossed them into the cart. Then he tightly cinched her big toes together.

 He looked her over again before he stepped over to the desk. He took up the ledgers that Rios had left there and tossed them into the cart. Rios came from the other room and tossed what she had into the cart as well. Teller the lifted Winters up and gently placed her in the cart. He took up a large tarpaulin and covered over the cart, leaving her head exposed. He held up the gun for her to see before he covered her head over.

 The rickety squeaking cart made its way down the hall into the elevator. She listened for any voices or strange noises that would indicate someone in the hall. She could only hope that if someone saw him, they would ask why he was pushing a cart around at this hour.

 It didn't happen. Into the elevator and out again. She could hear the echo of the garage. She gasped and bit into her gag as Rios stripped back the tarp and suddenly exposed her. The woman looked down and smiled at the tight bundle in the basket. Teller reached down and slid his strong arms around her and lifted her out of the basket and into the trunk of her own car.

 She didn't move until the car started and was on its way. She again fought in her bonds to no avail. She tried to feel around in the darkness for a sharp instrument to cut her bonds. She ran in her mind of what she had in the trunk. There was a pocket knife in the glove compartment. A lot of good that was. All she could do was wiggle barefoot in the trunk and wait.

 It seemed forever before they stopped and the engine turned off. The trunk sprang open and Teller lifted her out. He tossed her over her shoulder and headed somewhere.

 The sound of a car came close and Winters lifted her head to see two bright headlights coming up the driveway. Her heart sprang for joy, someone to rescue her! She would be free!

 Teller turned around and blocked her view. He stood there, in his calm manner until the car stopped, the lights turned off and she heard Rios step out.

 They headed up the drive and Winters could hear the sound of ocean waves. They were by the beach! She tried to look around the dark moon-less night to see any other houses, but she could not.

 Inside the house was dark, and Teller pulled a small flashlight from his pocket as they made their way up two flights of stairs to the attic.

 The warm, musty smells assaulted her nose and made her head spin as Teller sat her down in an old rattan chair. 

 "Miss Winters..." Teller began politely. "What we have to know is what does the company know?" She tried to shrink in her bonds but there was no where to go. "We knew that you would find the 500,000. That was taken by Mr. Brukner, the man who held the job before me. What we have to know, is what else did you find missing?"

 She knew of nothing else, but then she knew that if she would answer positively or negatively, they would have no longer any use for her and kill her. She didn't answer.

 Rios came up the stairs holding a pair of scissors. Teller nodded as he took a seat on the floor and watched.

 Winters'   terrified eyes locked on the Latin woman coming closer with the scissors. "This is going to be much fun." She smiled as she pulled at Winters' blouse and snipped off the first button. Then she leaned closer and bit off the second and third. She parted Winters' shirt as far as it would go to expose her small, but nicely formed breasts. 

 Rios slid the scissors up underneath Winters' bra. 

 Winters shivered as she felt the cold metal on her skin. With a snip, they fell apart. With Rios' free hand, she slowly began to caress the small breast, kneading it slightly and tugging at each nipple. 

 "They are so small..." She twisted a nipple and Winters winced from behind her gag. "They should be big like mine!" Rios shoved her huge bosom into Winters' face. She tried to turn away but Rios grabbed her pony tail and held her head steady. Then she took the scissors and placed it against Winters' small nipple. Winters felt the pinch and pain of the shears at her nipple. "You will want to cooperate." Rios coached as she forced Winters to rub her face into her large bosoms. Winters could smell the woman’s perfume, and feel the pattern of the bra underneath her clothing. Rios pulled way. 

 She looked down and tugged at Winters’ nipple again. She turned and took spool of thread from a box beside her, and setting down the scissors, she began to pull off a strand. "You seem to like this." Rios teased. 

 Winters could feel her sensitive nipples hardening against her will.  After Rios twisting them, they felt sore and red.

 And alive.

 Rios took the thread and lashed it about the young woman's right nipple several times, stretching it out to what felt like nearly a half of an inch. She then stooped down and licked the other nipple quickly with her tongue. Winters felt it getting to her. Her nipple was sensitive before, but Rios' hot tongue was too much. Rios was now sucking heavily at it, teasing the nipple with her teeth as she played with her own breast.

 Rios suddenly pulled away and stepped aside. Teller was standing before her now. He pulled up a chair and sat before her. With a knife, he sliced through the bonds that held her legs. Then he quickly refastened her right leg to the chair itself leaving her wide open. She tried to close her legs, but Teller harshly grabbed her knee and forced them open again. He then took out a needle from a medical kit and unwrapped it from its sterile plastic. She began to buck as he brought the thing close to her tied and aching nipple but he only gripped it tightly with a thumb and forefinger and pinched it harshly until she stopped. She winced in pain and tried hard not to pull away as he began to run the needle through her nipple.

 Rios stood behind her, caressing Winters' other breast and face--cooing to her as she did.  Winters only watched as the pin painfully poked through the other side of her nipple. Teller then reached back and took up a small little box and attached two small wires to it and to her nipple. He then took tape and strapped it to her free left leg. Then he lifted her leg to a certain height and turned the box on.

 Nothing happened. 

 Winters looked around and waited. He had let go of her leg and out of fear she held it up for a moment before slowly, tentatively letting it down. 

 Burning pain flashed across her chest and she quaked in her chair. Instinctively she lifted her leg higher and the pain stopped. 

 "There is a simple mercury switch inside the transformer. As long as you can keep your leg at that height you'll be all right.

 Rios stepped in front of her now. She took her scissors and slowly cut away Winters' skirt. When it was free, she reached for her panties.

 Winters bit her gag as her nipple suddenly screamed with pain as her leg dipped too low. 

 Rios only watched her for the moment and finished her work. Rios then slowly began to strip her own dress. She slid it free of her wide, shapely hips and let it drop to the floor. A moment later, her bra chased after it.

 Rios kicked Winters' leg just to watch the electric spasm again. Then she unwrapped Winters' gag and slowly, painfully, pulled off the tape. As the roll was pulled free, Rios shoved a giant breast into the girl's mouth and ordered her to suck on it. Trying to comply and holding her now quivering leg was difficult. Rios began to rub her knee into Winters' exposed sex, and pushed deeper until her clit could feel it.

 Fear and pain mixed with confusion as tears trickled down her cheeks and splashed on the latin woman's breast. It was all getting too much. Long minutes were passing while Rios caressed the girl's other breast and massaged her cunt with a well aimed knee. Winters' could feel the woman getting hot from what she was doing and smell her sex. The odor assailed her, and she tried to resist what she was feeling, but Rios' knee set a spark in her sex. She could feel the rising heat of the attic and sweat cling to her body. Her leg was shuddering with stress.

 Her muscles waned and her leg dipped low and volts flashed in her breast. Instinctively she bit into Rios' nipple and she pulled back quickly. Winters' large, brown, puppy eyes quivered for an instant before Rios slapped her face with such force that it turned her head. Rios again kicked the girl's leg and watched her writhe in pain from the transformer. Without the gag she shrieked in pain until Rios slapped her to silence.

 Rios again thrust her tit into the girl's mouth and twisted her free nipple until she began to suck. Rios put her knee back and continued to massage into her clit. Again Winters' leg dipped too far, but this time she locked her jaw and felt the pain without biting Rios. The pain flashed and she felt as if her body was on fire but she went on sucking the woman's nipple in fear of her reprisal. Her leg was trembling and the muscles needed to hold it up forced her hips to thrust against Rio's massaging knee. She found her self grinding in sync with the woman. Her revulsion caused her to fall out of step, but a heart beat later she realized they were as one again. This time she couldn't fight it, she didn't want to. Sweat and juice flowed within her, rushing insanely towards inevitable climax. Her leg dipped down again but the pain flowed smoothly into her orgasm as she quickly faded into unconsciousness.

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