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From: sooprbrane@aol.com (Sooprbrane)
Subject: {ASSM} Janet Bound Part 9 (BD, FMf, VERY Non Cons)
Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 13:10:04 -0500
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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.

When we last left Janet, she was being laced into a rawhide leather body suit
and had just had her hearing taken removed by a special compound that had been
squeezed in her ear by her captor, Hillary.

Janet Bound Part 9 (BnD, VERY Non Cons, FMf,)

The fact that she could not hear anything did not stop her from making a lot of
noise though.  She screamed and cried, continuously begging for mercy and
release.  She was becoming hysterical, and when Hillary brought the hood over
for Janet to see that did not help.  She shook her head in negation, and
pleading.
	"God no, I can't take it.  Please not another hood.  You have no idea what it
is like!" 
	The hood had a much longer neck than the other ones Janet had already worn. 
It had lacings all around the bottom of the neck so it could fuse seamlessly
with the body suit.  It also laces all the way up the back of the skull to
allow it to be made as tight as possible.. It was a brutal and hot hood.  Not
something anyone would want on them for any length of time.  It had an
elongated pump gag built into it, and a very thin reinforced tube ran through
the middle of the gag.  When it was pumped u, the hole would not help with
breathing at all, since the gag was so huge it jammed deep into the back of the
throat. The small hole in the gags sole function was to allow a feeding tube to
be feed straight into the stomach.  
Hillary turned the hood almost inside out.  Janet could see that the entire
inside of the hood was lined with rubber.   Hillary attached a squeeze bulb to
the outside of the gag and gave it a couple of quick squeezes, to give the gag
a bit more of a solid form.  Again Cliff held Janet's trembling head still
while Hillary brought the gag and attached hood up to Janet's mouth.  Janet
moaned through clenched teeth.  There was no way she was opening her mouth to
let that thing in.  Using the ponytail of hair, Cliff slowly pulled Janet's
head back as far as it could go.  He then used his other hand to grab her jaw
and pull her mouth open.  Hillary took the opportunity to jam the partially
inflated sphere into her mouth.  Janet groaned with defeat as the squishy mass
settled deep in her mouth.  While Hillary adjusted the short tubes that were in
Janet's nostrils so they popped through the rubber lined holes in the hood,
Cliff grabbed the sides of the hood and pulled it around Janet's tear filled
face.  The last thing Janet saw was Hillary's sadistic leer.
The breathing tubes were very narrow, but they were performing their function. 
The were made of extremely tough plastic and would not compress under even the
most extreme of pressure.  This was a good thing for Janet, because as of that
moment they were the only method of keeping enough air in her to stay alive. 
Cliff pulled the helmet completely around Janet's head and began the
painstaking lacing of the seal.  Hillary slowly began filling the gag in
Janet's mouth with more and more air.  She watched as the small pressure gauge
built into the pump went up and up.  All the space in Janet's mouth was soon
filled.. Her screams turning to whimpers, then groans, and finally pitiful soft
sounds that came strictly from her chest.  Her mouth was so completely filled
that no air could get from her voice box to her mouth to project any sound at
all.  
	"Don't dislocate her jaw, Hillary." Cliff admonished.  " That is a lot of
pressure."  He could see the needle on the gauge was alarmingly high.  Hillary
gave the bulb a final sadistic squeeze and disconnected the bulb from the gag. 

	Inside her closing hood prison, Janet felt the gag work it's way a little bit
down her throat.  She felt like she was swallowing a rubber watermelon.  She
could not even retch or cough.  Her jaws were stretched beyond any normal
distension.  The helmet was actually stretching around her face.  The rubber
interior was making a perfect seal on her skin.  Cliff had very strong hands,
and he took particular relish in making sure the helmets lacings were as tight
as he could make them.  The leather was forming a perfect image of Janet's
face.  Janet was simply struggling to breathe, unable to adapt to the nose
tubes and the brutal gag.  While Cliff laced the back of the helmet up, Hillary
began to lace the hood to the body suit, to complete Janet's mummification. 
The hood overlapped the suit so there was plenty of material to work with.  She
wanted to make sure that the suit did not in any way circle the neck.  Once the
suit began to contract it could choke her to death.  Racing each other Cliff
and Hillary finished lacing Janet in her horror.  The colors of the hood and
the suit matched perfectly.  Flaps covered up all the lacings that the two
devices had, so Janet was a seamless leather mummy.  Janet tracked helplessly
moving her head back and forth, trying to see or breath easier.  Anything to
change the way things were.  The hood was so tight you could make out the
sockets of Janet's eyes, her cheeks puffed out from the gag, you could almost
see her jaw muscles working to try and expel the gag.  
	Cliff had grabbed the specialized feeding tube and had brought it over.
	Okay Hil', grab her head and hold it straight back.  She is going to buck a
lot, so hold her tight."
Hillary used a small "O" ring at the very top of the hood to gain purchase on
her and jerked Janet's head straight back, she was blindly facing the ceiling
Hillary wrapped herself around Janet as best she could, pulling her legs around
her and holding her torso with her free hand.  
Cliff simply stood over the two of them and began to thread the tube into the
tiny feeding hole.
	"I hope she remembers to swallow, or this could get very uncomfortable for
her."  He said.
	Janet was unaware of what was happening, until she felt the tube touch the
back of her throat.  The gag extended so far into her mouth that it was beyond
the point where her gag reflex cut in.  Still she resisted mightily, twisting
and jerking in Hillary's grasp.  
She reflexively began to swallow the tube, unable to stop its advance.  It
snaked down with a constant pressure from Cliff.  There was a tiny bracket
along the tube that locked into the front of the hole of the gag with a twist
of his wrist.  Now no amount of retching or twisting could get the tube out of
her.  Hilary released her grip on Janet and let her drop to the ground.  Janet
flopped around like a beached fish.  She looked like a brown featureless worm,
blindly thrashing about.  Her captors just watched for a long while, enjoying
the sight of total helplessness in a beautiful woman.  
Janet was in a frenzy of panic, but the thin breathing tubes made it impossible
for her to maintain the level of activity she was attempting.  She slowly eased
off, working her way back down to an occasional spasm of movement.  He
breathing came in a narrow whistle through the tubes, as she lay on her back. 
Inside her incredible prison she prayed to die.  She could not stand the
darkness, the loneliness and the pressure anymore.  She screamed with all her
might into the gag, in frustration.  Her body actually arched off the ground,
so great was the force she was putting into it.  By the time this earsplitting
cry of agony got past the gag and leather covering her mouth, Cliff and Hillary
heard a soft pathetic groan.  She finally collapsed totally, her last reserves
spent.  
	"Could you pick her up Cliff?  I have a room set up for just such a purpose."
	Cliff obliged, leaning over and easily scooping Janet up in his arms.
He followed Hillary to a far room.  It was completely empty except for three
huge fans surrounding the center of the room and a large wince in the middle of
the ceiling.  The entire room was incredibly brightly lit.
	"Put her right in the middle, Cliff. I'm gonna suspend her by that winch."
	Cliff laid her down, Janet rolled on her side with a practically inaudible
groan.  Hillary found a hidden ring that was fused to the floor.  At the tips
of her toes was a small metal ring that was sewn into the suit.  Hillary
attached a 6-inch chain from the floor to Janet's wrapped toes.  
	"Cliff, on the wall by the door you will see a control panel for the winch,
hit the green button to give me some slack."
Cliff did as he was told and snaking out of the far away ceiling came another
length of quarter inch chain with an easy opening clasp at the end of it.  The
chain was attached to the very top of Janet's wrapped skull.
	"Okay Cliff, hit the red button now until I tell you to stop."
	Again Cliff complied.  And the chain began to move back up into the ceiling. 
The motor of the winch made no sound of strain as it began to lift her from the
ground.  Janet groaned in confusion, she could not see or hear anything that
was happening to her.  She could only feel something pulling her upright by her
head.  In a few seconds she was upright, but the winch continued, lifting her. 
Her feet started leaving the ground.  Janet jerked spastically as she was
lifted off the ground.  The short chain holding her feet would not allow her to
get more than a couple of inches off the ground. Her feet began to point
straight downward her body was being stretched more and more.  Just when it
seemed like Janet would rip in half she told Cliff to stop.
	Janet was in the middle of the room.  Her outstretched toes mere inches away
from the ground.  Her whole body was like a guitar string, in a perfect line
from top to bottom.  She tried to twitch, to move, to do anything.  Janet was
helpless.
Hillary was once again transfixed at the sight before her.  An amazing leather
statue bound between floor and ceiling, suspended like a feminine leather fly
in some depraved spiders web.  
Cliff busied himself connecting the catheters and the feeding tube to their
mates that came from the ceiling and floor.  The feeding tube was run by a
sophisticated computer and kept a slow, steady stream of nutrient rich soup
moving into her stomach.  The catheters just made sure that any waste was
sucked away instantly.  Janet had not control over her bowels and bladder
anyway, as any waste that came along passed through her instantly.  
Cliff ran an admiring hand over the taut belly and breasts of the trapped girl,
admiring how the leather was just like a second skin.
	"Nice job Hillary.  What are the fans for anyway?"
	"Well, the lights in the room are here to dry that leather suit out, and the
fans are going to blow at high speed to keep her cool.  They will help get rid
of any moisture also. When we close the door I will turn them on and the curing
of that suit can begin."
	They stopped at the door one last time to look at the poor woman, twitching in
silent anguish in the air.  The fans began to turn and they closed the door on
Janet. 
	"Well, lets go pack you some things, and plan out our trip" Said Hillary. 
"There is absolutely no rush though, Okay?"
	"Damn you are such a sadist Hil," Said Cliff with an admiring smirk.  "It's
why we never worked.  Sadists need someone to use."
	"That leather is going to be so stiff when we get back.  It will be like she
is encased in rock.  I cannot wait to see that." Hillary was ecstatic.
	"You are right Hillary, you have no patience."
	Within the hour Hillary and Cliff had left the house leaving Janet twenty feet
below a huge house in a room that no one knew about.  Inside her prison Janet
continued to squirm in silent agony.  Even after an hour the leather was
beginning to dry, and Janet could feel the effects.  Her breathing was labored,
her body felt like a vice was slowly, inexorably being tightened on her.  She
was more alone and helpless than any person in history.  Once again her every
sense was taken from her and her very ability to move was denied.  All her
pleading and begging had amounted to nothing.  Thus began five days of hell for
Janet.


Probably to be continued. IF You leeches either send me a story or two in the
same vein, or post them here!

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