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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The Favor

By DX

Copyrighted 12/03, 3/2025 All rights reserved.

Ryan wiped the sweat from his palms as he walked up the stone steps to the screen door. With a shaky hand he rang the bell and waited the eternal few seconds before the door opened. His breath caught in his throat as the image of beauty stood before him. Her hair of liquid jet spilled across her milky skin and her eyes filled with starlight sparked from beneath her mane.

 "Uh," Ryan found his voice. "I'm here to see Marco. He's expecting me."

 The woman said nothing.  The shimmering gold disk that locked her lips away made sure she remained silent. She only winked longingly at him, then lead the way. As she tuned, Ryan couldn't help but notice her battleship breasts, her tiny breath stealing waist, and her smackable derriere that peeked out from beneath her way too short skirt. Nothing was left to the imagination as she walked on her tiptoe high heels. Ryan had to adjust himself as they moved across the living room to the kitchen as his arousal was evident. It was not wise to look at Marco's wife with impure thoughts.

 Marco sat at the kitchen table, a paper napkin tucked into his shirt, and he smiled proudly as Ryan entered. "Ryan! My man! How you doin'?" He waved at the empty chair across from him. "Sit down! You remember my wife, Erin?" He motioned to the beautiful woman who had escorted him in. "You might not recognize her with her new Chasti-Permalocks. She was a little too promiscuous one time too many." He smiled. "Now she's more attentive to my needs." He snapped his fingers. "Where are my manners? Have you had any breakfast? Here, have a danish! Little John picked them up fresh this morning. Ah, so good!" He motioned to the behemoth standing behind him. "Little John, get Mr. Ryan a cuppa coffee ana danish!" He then motioned to the smaller man standing by the fridge. "Ryan, you remember Nick?"

 Ryan nodded nervously at the slight man with steely eyes who only picked his fingernails with a stiletto.

 Marco pulled the napkin from his neck and folded it neatly. "Ryan, I appreciate you coming over so early and on such short notice.”  His voice became serious.  “A few weeks ago you came to me and asked for a favor.”  He brightened.  “I have some good news for you." He snapped his fingers at Nick and the little man put his knife away and picked up the T.V. remote. "I think you'll be pleased." Marco settled back to watch the T.V..

 Blurry, eerie green images sharpened to clarity as the video camera's low-light warmed up. Shaky, moving images as the cameraman made his way clumsily through the bushes.  Ryan recognized his house (his old house), then watched as his car (his old car), wheeled into the driveway. He caught his breath as he watched his wife Megan (his ex-wife Megan) climb from behind the wheel. Her long legs flowed from beneath the skirt of her expensive dress.  Her platinum hair, lime green in the video, splayed in the gentle wind. Her eyes, the beautiful eyes that he first fell in love with, were unconcerned as she made her way up the walk, the click of her high heels the only sound in the video. She fumbled for her keys unaware of the hulking shadow silently that moved up behind her.

 "Danish?" Ryan nearly leapt from his chair as Little John slid the plate before him. Ryan nodded a weak thank you, then looked back at the screen just as Little John in the video, as quiet as a mouse, calmly and smoothly stepped up behind Meg and with one massive arm grabbed her, crushing her arms to her sides and lifting her into the air while the other hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her screams of alarm. As he hoisted her, head lights from a delivery van flared, blotting out the video for terse seconds as it made its way up the drive. The cameraman was moving, following Little John as the big man stepped into the opening door of the van. Nick was there, closing the door behind them. Fighting to keep balance in the now moving van, Nick peeled long strips of silver tape. The camera panned back to Meg's face. The hand from the cameraman, a woman's delicate hand, reached out to Meg's panicked face.  As Little John pried open Meg’s mouth, the camera operator shoved in a fat rubber ball in, wedging it tight with her thumb. She moved her thumb as Nick layered on the tape. Within moments, Meg was bound tight in yards of silver tape and silenced.

 The image flickered and the scene changed. It was color now. A lit warehouse. In the center of the room was a tall box with clear acrylic walls, beside that was a cement mixer chugging away. Little John's giant body blocked the view for a few seconds as he carried Meg in. Her muffled cries and protests were ignored as she was laid out on a table where Nick quickly strapped her down. That done, Nick donned surgical gloves.

 "Nick went to med school." Marco explained, motioning at the TV.

 "Veterinary." Nick clarified.

 Ryan was transfixed on the screen, his mouth agape, as Nick in the video pulled out his switch blade and cut away Meg's clothes. Marco's wife, Erin was on the screen now.  She balled up Meg's mane of hair and stuffed it into a bathing cap which she stretched over the struggling woman's head. She stepped away and was replaced by Little John who's massive hands clamped Meg's head to hold her steady.

 Nick took a swab and rubbed Meg's neck, covering her with antiseptic. He then coated his knife.

 Ryan held his breath as he watched Nick slowly insert the knife into Meg's throat, deftly cutting into her trachea.  Nick then inserted a stoma, re-routing Meg's breathing, and secured it with a band around her neck.

 "You'll notice she's quiet now." Marco narrated. "Her air is now redirected from her vocal cords. This will ensure an un-interrupted air way, and perfect silence. Not a whimper."

 Ryan watched the video as Nick then took a thin, plastic tube and inserted it into the stoma. "For feeding." Marco explained. 

 Once Nick was satisfied the tube was down into her stomach, he nodded, and Little John unstrapped Meg from the table.  He then lifted her up, and carried her to the box.

 Erin held the door to the box open as Little John lifted Meg up and stood her up on the concrete base of the box. Nick then took long rods of re-bar and set them into preset holes. Once secured, Meg was wedged tightly, standing in the box. Nick took a large tube and connected the stoma in her throat to a special hole in the clear, plastic door of the box.

 Meg desperately struggled against the steel rods and silver tape to no avail. Her eyes of anger and fear flashed hotly. Watching the video, Ryan felt the need to adjust himself again as her hot body clad in only a bra and panties writhed in desperation and frustration.

 Back in the video, Little John stood off to the side and took a letter from his pocket. He then fished out his reading glasses. "Dear Megan," the letter began. "You fuggin' bitch. I bet you thought you was so smart when your slick divorce lawyer took everything I owned, even my home.  Well, now the joke is on you. I give you this new house of concrete. You shall be entombed alive, buried in cement and dropped into the ocean. There you will be kept alive in the cold embrace of stone until the end of time. No one will rescue you. As we speak, your boyfriend is currently wearing a cement overcoat and holding up part of the new highway overpass. Enjoy your new home. Sincerely, Ryan."

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The Substitute Wife

BY DX

Copyrighted 7/2000, 12/2024, all rights reserved.

Victoria sat on the edge of her seat, her blue eyes wide with amazement, her breath, light in her lungs, as she stared, almost unblinking at the stage. Kate Jackson, hostess for the Chasti-Permalock corporation was up there putting a young girl into restraint. 

Permanent restraint. 

The girl was nervous, apprehensive. She stated she wanted to go the next step, but trembled when the gag, massive and intimidating was held up before her. Once inserted and activated, a host of nanites would fuse muscle and bone to the gag making it a permanent part of her.

Vicky held her breath as the young girl opened her mouth wide. She could feel the girl's jaw ache from being opened so far as Kate Jackson stuffed the ball over the girl's teeth to settle in her mouth. There was a little twisting to get the flanges to slide into her cheeks and for the gag to set. Once in place, Kate activated it. 

"Welcome to the world of silence!" She told the girl, then turned to the audience. "Now that there will be no more debate, let’s get all those accessories her mistress ordered installed in her." She looked out over the audience. "Are there any questions?"

Vicky found herself gasping, dizzy, almost as if she had orgasmed. How she longed to be the girl up on the stage. Silenced, bound and chastised for life! She didn't even move when her friend Brenda nudged her.

"I don't get this." She whispered to her friend. "I figured this was gonna be the suburban wives spice up you life with a few whips and chains, but this? Chastity devices?" Brenda looked at her, and for the first time noticed her gaze. "You're thinking about getting something for Malcom, aren't you?" Brenda nodded to herself. "Hey, now that's not a half bad idea. I wonder if I can get one for my low life husband and that slut he's been sleeping with."

Vicky shook her head without looking away from the stage. "No, not Mal."

Brenda's eyebrows came together in confusion. "For you? What ever for?"

Vicky only shrugged as she continued to watch the stage. Kate was slipping a steel collar around the girl's neck.

Not getting an answer, Brenda raised her hand. "Uh, Ms. Jackson? Why would someone volunteer for this? I mean, with a gag, chastity, ear plugs and the hole nine, how can you enjoy life anymore?"

Kate's long legs seemed longer in her towering heels and short, short skirt as she came to the edge of the stage. She smiled brilliantly, her dimples showing. "I'm so glad you asked! First let me say, everyone has their own reasons. As for Millie here," She motioned to the girl on stage. "She is doing this as a devotion to her mistress. As for her mistress? During our interview, she stated there is a great pleasure in reducing a slave to an object." She regarded Millie for a moment. Her mouth sealed with a gag, her head forced erect by a wide collar, her breasts contained with mirror polished cups, her waist nipped tight by a corset, and her pussy covered in steel. "I think she looks absolutely yummy. Totally submissive. I'm sure her mistress will get a charge each time she looks at her." Kate looked at the audience. "As for Millie? There is more to life than the big 'O'. There is the pleasure in the dedication of service and secondly, the paradoxical nature of pleasure by denial. The more something is denied, the more precious it becomes. Permanent denial, for some, is the ultimate achievement of pleasure."

"If you want denial of pleasure, you can marry my husband." Brenda quipped.

The audience chittered, scandalously.

Kate laughed gently, her steel eyes sparkling. She sat back on her stool and lifted her skirt showing the gold plate that locked up her pussy. "This type of denial goes far deeper than marital difficulties. In fact, we have many cases of how the Chasti-Lock 2000 have invigorated the enjoyment of sex." She turned to her assistant on stage. "Such as Linda here."

Linda stepped forward. Vicky already knew the story, she'd heard it before. Linda had never been a sexual person, and after counselors, toys and therapy, she tried a Chasti-Lock 2000 which supercharged her libido. Although she cannot receive any external sexual contact or orgasm, she discovered that her denial incites her to give pleasure to her husband and in that giving, receives pleasure herself. Vicky understood the paradox and wasn't surprised Brenda didn't.

In the car driving home, Brenda suddenly broke the heavy silence. "But I like sex."

"So do I. I'm not asking you to give it up." Vicky said quietly.

Brenda drummed the wheel. "I thought everything was okay with you and Mal."

"They are. In fact, having sex with Mal is the one thing I'll miss the most."

Brenda stole a glance at her friend. "So why would you want to lock yourself up? Is this Mal's idea?"

Vicky sighed. "He hates the idea."

"So then why? These things not only make sex impossible, but they do something to you to make you horny. Why do that to yourself?"

Vicky felt a shudder slip though her. "I don't really know." She said quietly. "I was looking for a little spice for Mal and I to try, and I came across a web page for the Chasti-Permalock corporation. Ever since then, that's all I've thought about for the last two years."

Brenda almost choked. "Two years?"

Vicky nodded. "Yes. And with each and every upgrade product they've come out with, I've wanted it more." Vicky's eyes lit up as she smiled inwardly. "Can you imagine, sealed in a cocoon of latex, your sex drive out of control, unable to do anything about it. Deaf, blind, no external distractions from thinking about your predicament. Being an object for Mal to play with. It's a torturous bliss." She looked at her friend. "Think about it for a moment. Doesn't the thought of being helpless to your sex drive make you quiver? Just a bit?"

Inside, Brenda quivered quite a bit, but suppressed it. "So, you want to go for the whole bondage package? Have you spoken to anyone about this? You, know, professional?"

Vicky nodded. "Two different shrinks. Mal insisted."

"And they said?"

"They both said I'm a normal, well adjusted woman who doesn’t want to hurt herself or others.  They suggested I retreat to my happy place whenever I feel any stress.” She shrugged, looking at her friend. “Well, my happy place is in total restraint; liberation through bondage."

Brenda shook her head. "More paradox, right?" She sighed. "And you dragged me to the seminar so I can help you convince Mal that you should go through with this, right?"

Vicky shook her head. "No, not quite." She looked at her friend. "The reason I haven't done this is because Mal is dead set against it." She shrugged. "I mean, I kind of understand. He would sort of lose a wife."

"And a friend. You guys are like two peas in a pod. It’s not like you can go out for romantic walks or a movie, right?"

Vicky watched her friend carefully. "So that's what I was thinking. Mal would need a substitute wife."

Slowly Brenda's eyes grew wide as plates. "Are you saying...?"

Vicky nodded. "Yes. That you and Mal, you know, get together. I mean, with all the problems you've had with Brad… and let’s face it. If I wasn't in the picture, you'd go after Mal. Be honest!"

Brenda sighed with resignation. "Who wouldn't. He's Cosmopolitan's Millennium Dream Date." She looked at Vicky. "Is this your plan? Does Mal know?"

Vicky shook her head. "No. It’s hard enough to try to convince him that I want to be chastised let alone that I want him and my best friend to have a relationship." She touched Brenda's arm. "Listen. I want you to think about it, that's all. After I'm locked up, you'll have all the time to think about it."

"You're going to do it?"

She nodded. “I have too.  My whole body, my whole being wants this.  I’ve been saving up money and I'm just about ready. Mal and I are financially set and I'm getting my affairs in order. When I do this, I'm virtually going to be a non-person. I have a date set for mid month. I haven't told Mal that either, but I think he knows I'm going to do it. He's sort of consigned to the idea that it’s my body and my choice. He told me that whatever I choose, he will still love me." Vicky looked out the window, then back to her friend. "I guess I want my two best friends close by. I'll be isolated, but we'll be together. More paradox. Anyway, to make it easier, I'm going to wait until Mal goes to work. When he comes home, I'll have installed everything."

Brenda pulled the car smoothly into Vicky's driveway, parked and killed the engine. She sat in the silence for a moment before looking to her friend. "So you're not just talking about the chastity."

Vicky shook her head. "Everything." She held out her hands, delicate and soft. "Even my hands will bound. By fingers will merge together into a thumbless mitten. It will be next to impossible to communicate."

Brenda looked away. "I don't know, Vicky."

Vicky took her hand. "I know this is a big shock. I understand. I would just like to know that you and Mal are together before I do it." Vicky smiled. "Even if you lie." She took a video tape out of her bag. "This is a video of Chastity Libertore installing the works on herself before and after. Watch it. Perhaps you'll get a better idea of how I feel." She kissed Brenda on the cheek. "I'll see you later." She climbed out of the car and went into the house. 

Inside, Mal came out of the kitchen to greet her. He mentioned something about dinner was ready but Vicky only latched onto his neck and pulled him down to her, their lips locking harshly, hungrily. Without coming up for air, she kicked off her shoes, ripped off her blouse, ripped off his shirt and dragged him to the floor. Watching the seminar she had become so wet she stained herself. The thought of being this horny and not being able to satisfy her urges drove her even more to the edge. Her first orgasm came instantly as Mal slipped into her very lubricated pussy, the second and third followed soon after. By time they got to dinner, it was quite cold.

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