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The problem with Mandy was that because she had lived the way she had lived, selling sexual services, and seeing and being part of the grittier seedy side of life, she really did think that she knew it all and that there was nothing else to learn. She was really, really not even aware of the truly darker side of sexuality, or of the ability of the cruelty that could be inflicted by women on other women. She had laughed, in past at how some people, people who had lived a sheltered life thought that cruelty was when a man slid his cock down a girl's throat and made her gag. If that was cruelty then she could handle that and with interest. But Mandy had no idea. She really had no idea. The woman Officer looked at her watch, then did a full flat tongue lick of her fingers taking and savouring the taste of Mandy again before saying quite casually,

“Oh, in less than twenty four hours you're gonna have a different outlook on life sweet thing. Let's just say you're going to be grateful even being allowed to breath honey.”

The woman didn't say the words with venom, or even with a raising of her voice. And it was that casualness, that lack of emotion even given the enormity of what she was saying that made Mandy stand back, her slit dripping from the finger ministrations, and think what she was being told. She tried to laugh it off. The comments even being lost slightly in the whole of the induction process. Mandy felt a chill down the core of her spine as she was relieved of her own clothes and given a basic uniform. That is just a tunic. No underwear. No hose. No high heels. She hated the place already. And no makeup. She truly hated the place – she never went without makeup! And yet there was an insidious feeling which could have been down to the windowless, air conditioned vacuum that had been created in that sub basement level. It was a soulless place cut off from the outside world. Nothing getting out and nothing getting in.

Mandy's eyes had snapped open as the first hiss of compressed air had entered the gag resting neatly on the length of her tongue and partly slid down the inside of her throat. That snapping open of the eyes had been hampered or debilitated somewhat though due to the film of clear latex that covered them. Like a clear latex film that distorted the eye balls as they opened and bulged. The eyeballs pressed against the inside of those latex lenses giving a eery, chilling feel to Mandy's otherwise huge, gorgeous eyes. Those eyes kind of stared out from inside a latex prison pleading, and begging to be released. But that didn't, nor wouldn't happen any time soon. Those latex lenses were inbuilt into the skin tight latex full hood she was wearing. She hadn't batted an eyelid at the hood either. She had done the fetish thing and had catered for the perverts of all perverts in her every day life, and she had enjoyed it. She thought! She had enjoyed it because she had handled it and because she had remained in control throughout. Everything was on her terms. Even when she was bought and paid for for a period of time it was on her terms. She had actually come to enjoy, and crave latex in its many forms which might have been just as well given how things were to pan out. Her hair, platinum blonde and perfectly straight, erupted from the crown of the hood and was held in a strict, high and tight pony tail. Mandy had done a little bit of a double take at the bizarre gag. Long, almost slippery to look at and with a huge penis end. The end that would slide down her throat. The penis head realistic in shape and size at the deflated end of the spectrum and with a small, centre hole where the pee hole would be in a normal living breathing penis. This hole, the open end of a tube that went right down the centre core of the gag and was in fact the breathing tube. There had to be a breathing tube in order to facilitate breathing. In order to sustain life. Mandy's life.

“Mmmmmmmnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

It wasn't really a decipherable sound that came from deep inside Mandy. That hiss of the compressed air and the bulging of her eyes, creepy. But in an instant, split second the realisation that her breathing was being shut off. The gag expanding, not only in her mouth but down her throat as well. The gag, a limp, though firm rubber tube with penis end in deflated form but then a fitted, almost made-to-measure mould as it was fed with the compressed air. Pressing into all of the crevices inside her mouth, behind her teeth, into her cheeks, pressing her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth. Distorting and stretching her lips to the maximum as her eyes bulged more and more. Those lips full and discoloured forming a stark contrast with the shiny black hood she was wearing and the slit of a mouth they were forced to protrude through. The walls of her throat being pressed against and her breathing being cut off. Panic! Pure unadulterated panic that she could do nothing about because of the bondage. Oh yes the bondage....! But the panic, and then a kind of reservation in her eyes, in those compressed eyes that she might, or could die here. But then adapting to the situation, something, like a resolve deep inside her kicking in and taking over. Realising she could breath through the centre tube and very slowly, what movement was possible in her chest area, slowly and regulating to that breathing and its capacity. That was another thing; she HAD to adapt to that breathing tube and what it allowed because it was not the full capacity of her normal breathing. What she would learn also was the fact that she would HAVE to keep her breathing regulated, not only in order to get the air she needed but also, if the system she was attached to sensed any rise in demand, in the form of agitation or panic, or if she tried to get any more air than she was 'entitled' to, then it would close down in increasing increments making it harder and harder for her to suck breath into her lungs. In order for her to keep breathing she HAD to control herself. Even though she had no control, she had to control herself. A cruelty in itself. The hiss of the compressed air seemingly endless and the noises from deep getting more distant and more distant the more the device was inflated and made part of Mandy's anatomy. What noises could be heard at the end of the inflation process were mere wet, gurgling whimpers that came from deep deep inside Mandy. If one was to take a close look, a really close look, and there would be those who would take that extra close look, apart from the obvious distortions of Mandy's lips, mouth and face, her neck and throat, also sheathed in skin tight black latex, was slightly thicker, as though her windpipe and throat were swollen from within. The absolute sign that her breathing tube had been compressed against by the inflated gag now deep in her throat.

The chamber, because it couldn't be called a room, or even a cell, was situated in the lowest level of the sub-levels. Sunk into the floor and accessed by a trap door and ladder. The chamber lined with thick atmosphere compressing steel and lead which served to keep anything out, and anything in. It was not a pleasant place. A place designed and built for the very purpose of taking an individual out of circulation and to debilitate the mind in general. A place which had despair dripping from the walls. Anyone descending into that place would not have a very good feeling crawling over them. Not a good feeling at all. It could have been that, despite the thick, lined cube that was the chamber, that faint, almost distant sound of dripping, was the very despair itself. Measuring fifteen feet by fifteen feet with not only the walls made of thick lead and steel mix but also the floor and ceiling. The trapdoor only operated via a winch system, it being so heavy. This was the sort of place that was used to break people. Break them completely, utterly and irreversibly.

Something that loosely resembled Mandy was in the centre of the chamber and suspended off the floor. Her down pointed toes were just inches from the thick steel and lead floor, strangely her toe nail gloss, a deep almost blood red was perfectly in tact and each toe sparkled and shimmered in the bright white light that flooded the chamber. It was as though those toes were stretching trying to reach the floor. Trying to make contact with a firm surface. But it was impossible. Her legs were spread wide. As wide as they would spread without the danger of the hips dislocating. Any bondage person would recognise this particular bondage as being of Japanese origin. Leaving nothing to chance and is designed as a complete and utter immobilisation tool so that other procedures, processes.... tortures could be carried out unhindered and with all areas, extremities and privacies easily accessible. Mandy looked to be suspended in thin air, but rather than that she was suspended in an intricate, micro-balanced rig which held her rigid. She was naked except for the hood, and the strange appearance of the mouth filled with gag. The shiny rubber hood tight to her features, so tight that she was completely recognisable through the rubber and then the neck of that hood clinging to her throat and neck like an organically attached second skin. The latexed throat and windpipe swollen from the inflated intrusion within. The whole head and neck 'feature' a stark contrast to the rest of her pale skin making it look like her head was an attachment, much like a doll. Then there was the distorted rubbered face. Mouth wide in an “O” and the end stopper of the gag, with the breather hole in the centre. Her lips, the same colour as her nails, a deep blood red. Stretched, smooth and adapted round the circumference of the gag. Already bulging cheeks just about inflating and deflating inside their rubber skin. The rubber staying stretched. Then there was that hissing of Mandy's breath, from the narrowest of tubes. The sucking in of air and then the hissing out again in a tortuously enforced, restricted manner. But the deathly stillness of the stunning figure of Mandy; kept still because of that unforgiving, total bondage. Her pale skin that had taken on something of a deathly pasty white since her arrival at SECFAC. More so since her inception into the chamber. It had been two hours since that woman had slid the fingers up inside her and twisted them and then taunted her as she had sniffed them and tasted her from them. Two hours, although time, strangely, spookily had begun to mean nothing any more, even in that short amount of time it had ceased to be. Down in that chamber it meant even less. And as that meaningless thing, time progressed so did Mandy's resolve dissolve.

“Mmmmmmm nnnngngnnngnngngngngnngngngnngngnnngngngngnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnngggghhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

It was the sound she WOULD have made if she COULD have made it. It was crystal clear in her mind. The sound was in deafening, hi definition audio, piercing every nerve ending in her entire body. Her arms had been brought behind her and bound at the elbows and wrists. It hadn't been a quick operation. Rather some Nazi Dyke Bitch (Mandy's exact thoughts initially as to the beast of a woman who was doing this to her) worked slowly, methodically, expertly. Using bands of industrial strength latex fed through a hand held tightening machine, like a packaging machine, and fed around above Mandy's elbows. The machine then being operated and the tightening process beginning. There were sounds coming from deep within Mandy as her elbows were brought together behind her but they couldn't really be pinned down to sounds of distress. They were just 'sounds'. One could hazard a guess that they were indeed sounds of distress, quite frankly though they could have been sounds of anything. Very slowly her elbows coming together until they touched; something that would have been excruciating and yet that pitch of noise, the noise itself, all muffled, and wet and distant just did not alter. The latex being heat sealed off then, the bonding complete and only removable via cutter. Writs similarly bound and tightened. Mandy then fitted with what looked like a made-to-measure corset but was in fact a steel belt that was the central 'secret' of her suspension. From either side, micro wires, strong high tensile steel micro wires were attached and pulled to the side and linked to a system of pulleys seemingly buried in the walls of the chamber. Those wires then left relatively loose as her legs were parted, latex bands around each ankle and short steel wires to the floor. At this point all bondage except for the elbows left loose(ish) From the wrist bands another chain, hooked into a pulley behind her. The Nazi Dyke Bitch relishing the sight and sounds of the distressed eighteen year old. She would have got those sounds for sure. She would have known what Mandy was suffering as her elbows were brought together. She smiled to herself and clenched her thighs as she thought of the pain and discomfort and fear Mandy would have, must have been feeling inside her rubber hood. How lucky she had been getting this position, in this establishment. The only requirements, knowing how other women tick. And an enjoyment of the infliction of sexual pain and despair. Taking her time to finger the remote and then doing just then. Sliding her thumb over one of the slightly raised buttons and listening for the distant high pitched sound of electrical motors whirring into life. Then the snapping up of the chains and the bonds. Getting Mandy all tight and immobilised. A slightly different tone from that distant sound inside Mandy as she felt her feet pulled further apart and as she realised, finally realised that the gag was not the full story. Nor the cruelly bound arms. And then tension at her waist as slowly, micro-slowly she was raised off her feet. As she was raised so her feet were parted and spread just that little bit more and so her toes pointed and seemed to try to stretch down. The middle aged Sadist almost dribbling as she looked at the girl in her charge, the one that once this process was over would be broken in ways probably unimaginable to those from the outside world. It was her speciality. Breaking young girls. That sound again as the wrists were brought up high behind her, forcing herself even in the suspended state to kind of lean forward in the bondage. In doing that, ample yet still developing mass of her breasts overhanging a little and swinging. For some strange reason her larger than average nipples 'pinging' to life, erecting and filling into engorged teats.

At first when she was raised off her feet there was a slight trembling to the flesh. A kind of ripple down her torso, from the neck down. Where the flesh was loose, like the breasts, the buttocks and thighs, so the tremble and ripple would follow like a tsunami working its way inland. But as the bondage all snapped tightly, as it all came together stretching Mandy to the limits of endurance, so the rippling stopped. Then there was just that distant sound. The one that came from deep inside her. The one that came from the pit of the stomach, or even beyond that – the soul maybe. Or beyond the soul. One would be sure that if she could weep she would weep. At the same time one would be equally sure that if she had been able to scream, maybe by now that screaming would have stopped. Mandy would be at a point where she would make as little noise as possible. Noise would mean reverberation and that would mean that she would be in danger of expanding on the pain, and extreme discomfort she was feeling. So she would stop screaming, had she been able to scream and she would slow her breathing down a bit – take long slow breaths, as though she were pursing her full lips. Blowing out and sucking in gently. Instead of that though there was the ghastly hissing sound, the hiss of the blowing out of air and the hiss of sucking in air. In the otherwise deathly thick silence of the chamber, that hissing became a haunting sound one not easily forgettable. It was almost as thought there should have been a taste to that sound, and an odour. If there were a taste and odour, would could just imagine it would be a sex drenched latex taste and smell. Latex and pure sexuality.

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