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Subject: {ASSM} Janet Bound Part 8 (BnD, FMf, VERY non cons)
Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 13:10:02 -0500
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Okay --.Here is part 8 of this seemingly endless tale.  I am getting redundant
in these stories I know, but oh well.  
READ THIS FIRST!!!!  
UNDEER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD ANYONE BELOW THE LEGAL AGE OF CONSENT IN HIS OR
HER COMMUNITY READ THIS STORY.  IT IS COMPLETE FICTION, MADE ONLY TO FEED
FANTASY.  IF YOU FEEL LIKE DOING ANY OF THE THINGS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY IN
REAL LIFE.  EUTHONIZE YOURSELF.  OR AT LEAST GET SOME SERIOUS HELP.  IF YOU
WANT TO REPRINT THIS OR ANY OF MY TALES FEEL FREE UNLESS YOU ARE PERT OF ANY
WEB SITE THAT CHARGES MONEY FOR PEOPLE TO VIEW YOUR CONTENT.  THIS INCLUDES
WEB-SITES THAT USE ADULT CHECK OR ANY OTHER FEE.  
I get no money or fee for writing this junk, but if you like it I would
appreciate you finding ANY works in a similar vein that you might have on your
hard drive, and either post it in one of these newsgroups or sending it to me. 
I am a fan of bondage in women.  I don't like beatings, or blood, or even
particularly violent rape.  Which is why this is a fantasy.  The people in this
tale could never exist and I know it.  So should you.  I look forward to
hearing from everyone who reads this and wants to read more.

Okay --when we last left Janet she had been sealed in a very small, steel crate
to be transported from the Hotel she was captured in, to whatever fate her
attacker, Hillary, has for her.

Janet Bound Part 8 (BnD, VERY Non Cons, FMf,)

Inside the steel tomb that held her, Janet was completely panicked.  She
strained as hard as her helpless body could.  Her mind shutting down in fear
and hopelessness.  Her body screamed for release, but no matter what she did,
she could not get even the slightest bit loose.  Whatever part of her brain
that could still think realized she was being lifted and moved.  She redoubled
her efforts, screaming fruitlessly into the inflated rubber mass that was
crammed in her stretched mouth.    She struggled to create some sort of
indication she was in there.  Rubber straps were compressing every inch of her
incredible body.  She was completely unaware that mere inches from her, two men
from the Hotel were working to carry her and her prison down to the elevator
and into an expensive late model Sports Utility Vehicle.  The movers conversely
also had absolutely know idea that a beautiful woman was being held in the most
stringent bondage imaginable underneath their hands.  All her struggling and
sobbing made absolutely no impact to the outside world.  
	So complete and tight were her bonds that Janet could not even tell she was
being driven out of town, away from any persons that might even know of Janet,
that might ask questions about her.  Every second she was being taken farther
and farther away from even that miraculous hope of rescue.  She knew none of
this, she only knew she was trapped in a tiny steel box, unable to move, hear,
see or speak.  Even her breathing was not her own, as the crate that held her
also forced fresh air into her nostrils.  As she was spirited mile after mile
away all she could do was sob helplessly into the skin tight rubber mask.  Even
her tears were denied release, the rubber mask was so tight.  
While Janet cried in total helplessness, Hillary finally arrived at her large
country estate.  Past private gates and a long driveway.  Past the chance of
police interference or an automobile accident.  Into a huge garage, where
standing beside his oh so nice BMW stood Clifford Black M.D.  Hillary's one
time lover and now total confidante in kidnapping and keeping women for sheer
bondage pleasure against their will.  Cliff was very good at bondage, perhaps
even more cruel then Hillary herself.  What made Cliff so invaluable was the
fact that he was not only a medical doctor, but a gynecologist to boot.   Given
that Hillary was planning on incredibly long-term bondage for poor Janet,
having someone that could take care of all the captive girls' physiological
needs would prove invaluable.  Hillary knew of at least three young women that
the good doctor had kidnapped himself for long periods of time and because of
that knowledge she was completely confident in including Cliff in on her great
secret.  
Cliff helped move Janet out of the car, and with a lot of effort down some
stairs in to the basement.  As one would expect there was a regular basement
with a game room and laundry area.  Hillary inserted a key into a hidden lock
and turned it.  Part of the floor in the laundry room lifted up to reveal a
ramp to the sub level where Hillary planned on Janet spending the rest of her
life.  
Down the ramp the evil duo went, with their helpless cargo.   After twenty
seconds the ramp automatically closed again.  The lights also went on
automatically showing an amazingly huge expanse.    The house above had over
6,000 square feet of living area.  The sub basement was an additional 3,000
square feet, with full Kitchen, bedrooms and bathrooms.  Janet would never know
any of these facts about the dungeon that would hold her though.  
	Dr. Black hooked Janet's box up to several tubes and plugs in a corner.  These
kept the life support in the prison going without the need for batteries. Now,
however, mixed in to the oxygen that was being fed to Janet was an incredibly
powerful anastesia that Black had worked on over the years.  It gave the
minimum of side effects with the maximum of efficiency.  Within moments inside
her box, Janet was forced into a welcome unconscienceness.  With practiced
ease, Hillary opened the case.
	Black looked down at the completely unrecognizable figure of the now former
stripper.  Her breasts, however, were magnificent that was sure, even to
someone that literally saw thousands of different sets a year.  
With Hillary's help they were able to remove all the bonds that held Janet,
right down to the bondage mittens that had been wrapping her hands for two
days.  
	The next hours were spent making complete molds of Janet's body, down to the
nearest millimeter.  Pouring plaster and latex on her unmindful form over and
over, in every conceivable position.  Her mouth was measured to see exactly how
big the largest items could be used to gag her without choking her.  Molds were
made of every inch of her.  Now customized bondage equipment could be made out
of any materials, and they would fit perfectly.  Of course a large part of this
basement dungeon was devoted to the creation of leather and rubber and steel
creations to hold the female form in helplessness.  Tens of thousands of
dollars of raw latex and unformed leather were stored down there.  Hillary had
no intention of letting any of it go to waste.    
	"Well, what do you want to do with her?" Cliff asked.  
	"I want to break her mind now.  I want to encase her for a long term bondage
experiment.  I also want to try out the automatic feeders and internal body
cleaners I spent so much money getting made." Hillary replied.
	"I was going to talk with you about that."  Cliff said. "See, I found a girl. 
She is perfect, with a body that has to be close to as good as your little
prize here."  
	Hillary almost immediately got excited at the prospect of adding a second girl
to her new collection. "What do you mean?"
	"That convention I went to in San Diego.  I found a very young woman, no more
then eighteen I think.  I have been doing my research on her, and at this very
moment she is unattached and even though she would be missed pretty quickly, if
we move now, we can snatch her and be several hundred miles away. I would not
even bring her up, except she has a body that would rival any I have ever seen.
 She works as a fitness model for a local health club, and takes a few classes
at a community college.  Since you brought up the idea of trying long term
encasement for your little prize there, I thought maybe we could take a road
trip for a few days and leave her here.  No better way to test the new gadgets
unless we trust them eh?"
	Hillary thought about it for a minute.  
	"Do you think we should get someone else so soon after grabbing her?" 
	"Why not?  There is absolutely no connection between these two girls except
they have big tits and would be missing.  San Diego is over six hours away from
here.  Besides the idea of this bitch of yours bound in some sort of sensory
deprivation bondage for days on end with no one even close by to save her,
really turns me on.  Plus I think you would love this woman. She is innocent
and na  ve.  Perfect for your twisted little fantasies." Cliff said with a
leer.
	"Well I was hoping to do a rubber cocoon, but if we are going to need to leave
soon.  I think the rawhide leather suit would be a better choice."
	"Hillary, even you could not be that cruel." Cliff was amazed.
	"Why not?  It can only be used once, as you well know, and if I am here I am
not going to have the patience to wait for it to cure correctly.  If I bind her
in it and have to leave right after, well.  It can dry and contract correctly."
	"Well she belongs to you.  And I have to admit the idea of coming back here
and seeing that body encased in that thin leather after it has a few days to
shrink around her.  That is worth any risk."
	"Then it's settled.  Do your "Doctor" thing and clean her out and attach the
tubes.  I will go get the suit ready.  I want her to wake up before we put the
hood on though.  I want to be able to tell her what is going to be happening to
her"
	"You really are a twisted woman Hillary.  It's why we get along.  Okay, sounds
like a plan to me."
	"Hillary went into the "Leather Room" a large room filled with every
conceivable variety of leather made and designed to bind a person.  Dozens of
belts and pads and helmets, arm and leg sheaths.  The prize of the collection
at this moment was a neck to toe body suit made of the greenest, freshest
leather.  Not very thick, but incredibly strong.  It was kept in a plastic case
filled with warm briny water.  Hillary knew that she had to keep this suit wet
or it would shrink.  She picked out a matching leather helmet that had lacings
along the neck to seal itself with the suit.  She also grabbed a thin calfskin
armbinder.  The helmet and armbinder were already cured and would not shrink,
unlike the insidious suit. 
	Cliff had busied himself giving the prone form of the captive the most
cleansing and complete enemas medical science could provide.  Her body was
quickly cleaned of any solid and liquid wastes it possibly had in it. He
inserted catheters and a urethra tube in her, and even ran tubes into her
nostrils, all the way down into her lungs, to allow for unimpeded breathing no
matter what.  
	Hillary came back with the suit and helmet just as Cliff was finished with all
the medical procedures.  He had put her copper hair into a tight pony tail, and
had even applied Nair to the rest of her body to remove any hair."  She was
clean and ready.
	The suit was a single piece and Hillary opened it up wide on the ground.  The
armbinder went on first though.  It was a little different then the one she had
been wearing before as this one was very soft all the way down to where the
hands started.  From the wrists on the leather was stiffened to an unbreakable
point.  Cliff laced the binder on Janet's arms.  Her hands were forced into a
tight immobile point.  With practiced ease he laced the leather up to her
shoulders.  Straps ran from her arms over her shoulders, crossed between her
massive tits and buckled under her arms.  He made sure there was absolutely no
restriction on any of her circulation.  She was going to be in that sheath for
a long time after all.  
	Janet lubed up the obligatory dildos for Janet's cunt and ass.  Again these
were a little different as they had holes in them to allow the catheters
already inside her to be undisturbed by their insertion.  These were simply
dildos and not vibrators. They were simply inserted to fill up every orifice. 
Janet was flipped onto her stomach, and lay on the open leather body sheath. 
It was split all the way down the back, from the toes to the very top.  Hillary
patiently looped this rawhide laces into grommets sewn all the way up the suit.
 It was very time consuming. As the lacing was extremely close together.  Feet
together the sheath was fitted over her long legs, inch after inch fusing them
tightly together.  The brown leather fitting over her perfect legs like a
second skin.  The lacing worked its way up her back, over her brutally bound
arms.  Slowly but surely the laces were pulled and stretched.  Cliff mostly
watched, only helping out by adding his strength to make sure the lacings had
absolutely no slack in them.  Finally after much hard work, Janet was trapped
in a tightly laced, unbreakable prison.  The only openings in the entire device
were two small openings for the catheters, and the opening where her lovely
head popped out.  Otherwise she was sealed in almost airtight.  From the base
of her lovely neck down to the tips of her perfect toes, she was just a
feminine shaped piece of leather.  
	"Do you want me to wake her now?  After all, imagine her waking up already
sheathed, gagged and hooded.  Pretty sexy huh?"  Cliff asked.
	"No, this time I want her to know exactly what is going to happen.  I like
gagging her and hooding her while she is aware of it.  She is a great
struggler, even though I don't give her much chance of doing it." Said Hillary.
Shrugging his shoulders, he proceeded to inject Janet's neck with a fast acting
antidote to the powerful narcotic in her system.  It only took a few moments
for Janet's green eyes to flutter open.  She looked around the room in fear,
she struggled for a moment with her implacable bonds.  Even with her limited
experience with the bondage world (After all she had never been tied up before
48 hours before) she knew that this sheath was not going to be something she
was going to be getting out of without a lot of help.  
	"Where am I?  What is this thing on me?" Janet demanded.  She was struggling
with the nose tubes that ran up her nose, feeling like she had to cough.
	"Welcome back to the world of the living, Janet."  Hillary said with mock
enthusiasm.  'This is your home.  Pretty much for as long as you live actually.
 I hope you like the colors." 
	"As for the leather outfit you are wearing.  It is a one of a kind.  It is
more special than the newest Versace or Calvin Klein.  Feel how damp it is?  
Well as it dries out it is going to get smaller and smaller.  All the time also
getting much stiffer.  In the next three or four days you are going to become a
stiff leather statue, incapable of any sort of movement."
	"God please no, Hillary."  Janet felt the tears coming to her eyes.  "I can
barely breath in this thing now.  You are going to kill me.  You don't want
that, you said so.  If this thing gets any tighter I'm dead."
	Cliff spoke up at this, Janet had not even noticed the big man in the
background so focused on her dilemma was she. 
	"Actually young lady, I have done some measurements, there is a pretty good
chance that your body will be able to take this.  It is just estimation of
course, but I'm pretty sure you will still be breathing when this thing
finishes drying. I'm also pretty sure it is not going to be easy to do."
	"Where are my manners?" Hillary exclaimed.  "Janet, this is Cliff, he's your
new doctor.  He will cure what ails you."
	Janet turned her head to appraise the man.  Tears were welling up in her eyes
as the hope of a new person swelled in her.
	Oh god please help me." She cried out.  "Stop her, I will do anything you
want.  Fucking stop her.  She is trying to kill me."
	Cliff just laughed, and with his chuckle Janet's faint hope faded quickly.
	"I'm afraid you are talking to the wrong person, little girl.  I can't imagine
you offering me anything more what I want then what you are doing right now."
Cliff said.
	Janet struggled on the floor, trying desperately to gains some relief from
this terrible ordeal.  She felt like the suit was already crushing the life out
of her.  If what they said was true, and it was going to get smaller.  She knew
it would kill her. 
	"Please stop Hillary. Don't you want me to lick you out again?  I could do
better I promise."  You could let me go, I could use my hands.  I am great with
my hands. I swear I won't try and get away."  Janet was terrified of what was
going to happen.
	"Well actually Janet I have some bad news for you.  I have to take a little
trip.  I have this urge to collect some more trophies." Hillary was leaning
over Janet's tear stained face. "I really can't bring you along though, so you
are going to have to stay at the house by yourself."
	"You can't leave me like this!" Exclaimed Janet. "I'll starve.  Can't you just
lock me in a room or something.  I won't try and escape."
	"I'm not going to leave you like this Janet.  After all you can still see, and
talk and hear.  You can even move a little.  We can't have that."
	"You sick bitch, you fucking sick bitch.  You are going to fucking kill me
like that?  Why?"
	"Janet, Janet, Janet, why don't you have more faith in me?  The reason those
nose tubes are shoved into you like that is because3 your mouth is going to be
completely filled with rubber, more so then any of the other gags I have used
on you.  In the very center of the rubber gag there will be yet another tube,
and it will go down your throat straight to your stomach.  The tube will be
hooked up to an automated feeding system, which the good Doctor and I have
designed.  It will not only keep you alive but it is about the healthiest thing
you are ever going to have in your system."
	"Swallow a tube?"  Janet was confused.  "Why do you have to do this to me?"
	"Well it's the best way Janet.  Don't forget when you feel it go in to just
swallow it.  It will be a little uncomfortable, but a slut like you has to be
used to swallowing tubes in her mouth."
	"Fuck you, cunt.  I will get you for this, I swear it." 
	"Yeah Janet, I am real worried about that.  After you have been strung up like
a leather side of beef for four or five days, you are not going to be capable
of anything.  Cliff here thinks your mind will pretty much be gone by the time
we get back."
	"Sorry Janet," Said Cliff.  "I have no idea how that many days in total
sensory deprivation will effect your mind, but people that have done far less
have never recovered."
	The full enormity of what Hillary had been saying crashed into Janet.  Five
days?  She was going to be in this horrible leather cocoon for five days?  With
no one even about to check on her, or perhaps take pity on her, and let her go
for a few moments.  
	"Please God no, please please."  Janet was sobbing now, fear and defeat and
humiliation overwhelmed her.  
	"Janet, I know you remember the ear cement that I used on you yesterday.  I'm
afraid that I prefer that in these situations to the white noise.  Even white
noise is some sort of interaction.  I prefer you totally without any sound at
all."
	Without a word, Cliff grabbed Janet's auburn ponytail and held her head on the
ground.  Hillary advanced with a large fat syringe, which had two unmixed
liquids in it.  Janet knew what was coming next.  Hillary was going inject that
stuff in her ears and within moments it would harden and expand.  She had first
hand experience with how effective it was.  It did not just deaden sounds, it
made her totally deaf.  Janet tried to shake her head and squirm away, but
Cliff had a good hold of her.  Hillary shot a huge mixed glob deep into her
right ear and it slid completely into her skull.    The compound dried within
seconds.  Her right ear was made deaf once again. Cliff forced her head over
again and the last thing she heard was a malicious, "Bye Bye Janet" from
Hillary.  The warm goo filled her ear and once again her world was completely
silent.  
	

Yes it is continued -- --..In part Nine.
	 
	
	
	

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