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update jan 12 - 2010

another story by Dirk Dirker | Making and Breaking (a ponygirl) | An Intelligent Woman

M/f, D/s, cons, reluc, BDsm, humil, abduction, bnd

Disappearing
by Dirk Dirker

dirkersbox (at) web.de

I



It had been a three hour flight and she felt a little exhausted when she could finally leave the plane, her skin and hair a bit greasy and her eyes sore from the dry air onboard. But she already felt better when she left the airport, stopped a cab and watched buildings and people fly by, the cities silhouette strange to her, all signs in a language she didn’t speak too well.

She was far from home, in a place where nobody knew her or would recognize her. Nobody at home knew where she had gone. She felt free for the first time in years and it was a very good feeling.

She had booked a small room in a hotel near the airport and spent the evening there, alone in her room. She showered and looked at herself in the mirror afterwards, standing naked in the cool neon light: A very young girl, so thin that you could count her ribs, sporty, dark-haired and dark-eyed, with a slight resemblance to young Christina Ricci, as she was often told by people who tried to compliment her. But she didn’t care much about compliments. She didn’t trust them. For instance people never mentioned that one thing which added to the resemblance were those dark rings under her eyes.

She visited the office the next day, as had been planned before. It was located in the business-district, some anonymous place hidden between high buildings, people in suits hurrying across the streets with stern faces. She was greeted warmly and professionally by a female assistant, After having waited for about fifteen minutes she was lead into to one of the offices.

The man on the other side of the desk wore a brown suit and a colourful tie. He was young, but not as young as herself. He smiled warmly and shook her hand with curiosity in his eyes.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Frank Johannson and have already been informed that you activated the contract and used the flight ticket we send you. I’m delighted about that. As you can imagine a lot of potential customers get scared in the last moment and never show up here.”

She just nodded. She had felt some anxiety as well, but not much of it. She was not the kind of girl who got anxious easily.

“Well…” He hesitated for a moment, and then checked the papers in front of him. “When you entered the building we scanned you. Just to make sure that you aren’t bugged or anything like that. Since you are clean we can as well start the application interview right now.”

“I didn’t know that I was applying for anything”, she said honestly. “I thought you were in search for women who are interested in that sort of thing. Like you said … I’m kind of a customer”

“We are in search for women who are interested in our services, yes.” He smiled again. “But we see ourselves as a very specialized partnership-agency. We make it possible for men and women with … certain tastes to get in touch with each other, if you understand what I mean. I will have to make sure that you understand what we do and what our customers want.”

“I already know that.” She shrugged, not interested in small talk or too much complication. “You are in search for women who want to turn themselves over to men. And these men are perverts.”

That made him flinch a bit before he smiled again. “This would be one way of putting it. Perverts, yes. May I write down your name on this form?”

“Yes you may. You already know it, I used my real name when I got in touch with your company. I didn’t see any sense in playing games. My name is Jennifer Luhmann.”

“Very good. And may I ask you…” He wrote the name down, then threw another curious glance at her. “May I ask you why you are considering letting yourself be brought into an … uncontrollable situation?”

“Because I want to.”

“I understand that, yes. But frankly, if you expect us to choose a partner – an owner, so to say – who fits your character and needs, I think it would be wise to let me know a little more about your motivation.”

Jennifer shrugged once more. She didn’t like to talk, didn’t like to explain herself. Life was all about that and she was tired of it.

“Well, what do you want to know then?”

He cocked his head a little to the side. “What I would want to know. Hm, you are how old? Nineteen, twenty years?”

“Twenty-two. I look a bit younger than I am, it has always been like that.”

“And you seem to be an intelligent woman, your life still ahead of you. You are a bit thin, you look a bit tired, but you are very pretty nonetheless. Only the smallest percentage of all women would ever make contact with our company out of their free will and an even smaller percentage would find the courage to use the ticket and travel here to meet me in person.” He raised an eyebrow. “So – why did you?”

“Why not?” She would have preferred to say nothing more than that, but he just kept staring at her. So she sighed and answered, a little impatient. “My personal background doesn’t have to interest you. But if you want an explanation: I’m not ‘submissive’ or how you call it and I don’t have fantasies about being a slave or whatever these people want to turn me into. But … well do you know the feeling that it all doesn’t make any sense?” She gestured weakly, trying to find the right words. “I mean life itself, it doesn’t make sense at all. I have an IQ above 140, I have been the best in school for years, I have learned how to play piano and violin and I speak French, English and Mandarin fluently, because my parents thought it would help my career in later years. I am a great rider and I have done yoga and gymnastics and next year I’m supposed to attend university and learn how to manage a company so that I can take my families properties over. And find a man I love and marry him and have children and all these stupid things, that nonsense people do to fill their lives with some meaning. I’m sorry to ask, but do you maybe have a cigarette for me?”

He shook his head softly. “Smoking is not permitted in here. I apologize.”

“That’s okay.” She shrugged again. “I’ve just been smoking from when I was thirteen and it’s a stupid habit anyways, just hard to drop.”

“Very true.” He smiled a little more sympathetically now. “However, please continue.”

“There’s nothing to continue, okay? There’s nothing to explain. I just … I don’t know, I want to disappear. I don’t care what people expect me to do or how they would like to organize my life. I thought I could play along with it all, but I am just too tired. I realized that some time ago. I just don’t want to play along.”

“And this …” he gestured around lightly. “This is your way of getting away from these expectations? Other women would maybe just swallow some pills and commit suicide, whereas you turn yourself over to our company?”

She nodded. “Yes. I don’t want to die, it seemed so cheap to just jump off a building or whatever. It seemed cowardly, if you can understand. This is better.”

“Inhowfar is it better?”

“I don’t know. It just sounds better. Disappearing but still being there in some way. Something new, you know? A different experience, something unexpected or crazy or… I am aware that it’s irrational, but you can be irrational even with an exceptional IQ.”

“I guess there’s no law against that.” He stared at Jennifer with some fascination and she loathed him for it. She loathed people being fascinated by her, finding her interesting and special and all that. It happened too often and it was all part of the same problem. “That look”, she said calmly, “is exactly why I am here. I don’t want to see that look on other people’s faces anymore.”

“I see. Very well then, I have everything I need.”

“Good. I was worried I might have to talk more.”

“You don’t. You made yourself very clear and I thank you for giving me your time. We will of course accept your application and I think there will be several males that will be interested in you. If you will return to your hotel I can contact you within one day.”

“So quickly? I thought I would have to wait longer.”

No, I don’t think so.” There was a tougher look on his face now. “We will start the auction immediately.”

“There is going to be an auction? And I’m the piece that’s being auctioned in this case?”

“Exactly. Since you didn’t specify your wishes there will surely be men with very different interests who might take part. Men who are in search for a slave, a ponygirl or a woman for extreme bondage, permanent bondage and imprisonment, things like that.”

“Okay. I will find out soon enough who won me.” Again, there was not more to say. Jennifer got up and shook his hand briefly before she left the room.



II

Jennifer spent the rest of the day in her hotel room. She watched TV, finished a book she had been reading on the flight, showered once more. She had been determined to just spend the day without thinking about the future, but she still found that her thoughts kept sneaking back to the thought of being auctioned. If she imagined it correctly there were men all over the world now, checking her data and the pictures she had send to the company, bidding for her ownership. She was quite convinced that the company would earn a good amount of money with her as a commodity – she was pretty and she was young, and she knew men good enough to be aware of how interesting a woman like her would be for most older males. She felt a dark curiosity whenever she thought about it.

The second thing she found herself thinking about was what kind of men they would be. The company was in search for female slaves, but “slave” could mean about anything. What Johannson said? Slaves, ponygirls, permanent bondage… despite her cool nature she couldn’t help but wonder what the future had in store for her.

The call came at a nearly ironically dramatic time – around midnight, when she had just readied herself to go to bed. It was Johannson himself who called.

“You should dress in a casual and practical way and leave the hotel, Jennifer. Walk around the building and wait in the small street at its back. I will meet you there.”

That was all. He hung up and she stood in the dark room, holding the receiver to her ear for ten or twenty seconds without moving.

Then she hung up, dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark pullover, tied her woolly, dark hair into a knot on the back of her head and left the room. She didn’t bother to take the keycard with her and she didn’t look back.

The small backstreet was as much the cliché as the time at which they had called: It was dirty and deserted, a lonely streetlight casting cold white light into the darkness.

Johannson stood in the middle of the street – now dressed much more casually than during daytime himself – and waved at her in a friendly. Way. She approached him with firm steps, the nervousness increasing a little, but she controlled it easily nonetheless.

They were very fast and very professional, not giving her time to think, let alone react: One grabbed her arms from behind, without having made a sound up to that very moment, and bend them on her back. The other one grabbed her hair at the same time. They forced her to her knees, holding her in that rigid position, while Johannson approached her with an item in his hands she recognized as a gag. It was a rubber-mouthpiece with several straps attached to it. She wouldn’t have protested anyways – even though her heart beat much faster now – but he didn’t give her a chance to do so anyways. One of the man – the one holding her hair – put a hand to her face and applied pressure to her jaws with his fingers, forcing her to open her mouth widely. Johannson could push the gag inside easily, then looped the straps around her head, tightened them. They dug deep into her skin and her mouth was already completely blocked, the sharp taste of rubber making her moan loudly.

“Whough…hrrgh….” They didn’t care, naturally. They made her bend forward some more, then her wrists were strapped together. A broad belt went around her body and arms, making it impossible to move them or her hands more than one or two centimeters. And when her head was pulled back by her hair – the pain making her eyes water – she saw a bag, made from dark leather, in his hands.

“You won’t suffocate”, was the only thing he said to her. “It’s been manufactured for such occasions and other women have worn it before.” Then he pulled it over her head and it was laced around her throat, blinding her and also deafening her nearly completely.

She had trouble breathing with the bag over her head, even though the parts of the material that pressed against her nose seemed to be permeable so that she was able to get air into her lungs with some effort. She twitched instinctively, her arms and hands tearing at the bondage, but it was no use at all. So she forced herself to stay as calm as possible while she was lifted, carried away, then placed on some hard, dry surface. An engine was started and at the same time her ankles and knees were strapped to each other, then her legs bent backwards until they touched her ass. She knew what a hogtie was and thus she wasn’t exactly surprised when she was restrained to stay in that position.

I wanted this, she reminded herself. I wanted this and it is very close to how I imagined it to happen. I can let go now, just relax and wait. I am not to make any decisions anymore, and I wanted it like this.

Her heart beat slower again, even though the feeling of helplessness and uncertainity didn’t fade completely. Her arms and hands hurt a little, saliva started to dribble out of her gagged mouth and soak the insides of the mask, but she chose to ignore it. There is nothing I can do, Jennifer told herself, as the vehicle started to move. Nothing at all.



III

She couldn’t have said when it happened, but at some point she finally fell asleep. It was an easy sleep of course, disturbed from time to time when the vehicle passed a bumpy streak of roads or when she rolled on her side and the straps hurt her some more, but she nonetheless drifted away for quite some time, feeling a bit feverish and sick but still feeling a little more at ease than she had for the last years. She awoke again when she was lifted once more, carried for some time, doors opening and closing, locks being unlocked and locked behind her and her carrier again.

Finally she was placed on the ground, her bondage taken off her, the mask pulled away from her head. She sat up and looked around with blinking eyes, the cool air even cooler on her hot and sweaty face.

The room was quite big and didn’t have any windows. It was tiled, metal cabinets along the walls, two sturdy doors, now closed, leading out of it. There was a table with several strange items on it – some metallic, some seemingly made of black rubber. And there as some sort of large machine, dominating the far end of the room, with straps and belts and tubes dangling from it.

“It’s good to see you are as calm as always”, said Johannson. He smiled at Jennifer like he had when they met the first time, standing some meters away, mustering her. They were the only two persons in the room. “I won’t apologize for having abducted you, since you knew what was coming.”

She nodded and started fumbling her gag – some more drool dripping down her chin. When he didn’t gesture her to stop she continued until she had found the buckle, opened it and pulled the mouthpiece out from between her jaws.

“Yes, I expected something like that…” She had to cough and she noticed how coarse her voice had become during the journey, how stiff the muscles of her jaws felt.

“Very good. Stand up please, and undress.”

She stood up, strechted and allowed some blood to flow back into her tortured limbs. She examined the pain from a neutral standpoint and decided it was not too bad. Acceptable and bearable.

“I must admit that I expected to be brought to my … what do you call it, owner?”

“Yes, I know. That’s how we usually work.” Johannson nodded. “And we also did in this case. I am your owner.”

That was the first news in days – in months and years more so – that confused her a little.

“You? Is it allowed for employees of your company to take part in a bidding?”

“It is, if we can afford it. And I have been putting money to the side for years now, so my funds were sufficient. I asked you to undress – please obey.”

She nodded again. She wasn’t prude, more the contrary: She had had her first sexual encounters as a young teenager and had slept with many men and boys since then, mostly because she hoped to find something in that kind of intimacy. But she never had.

Still, the thought of standing naked in front of a man wasn’t scary for her, not even humiliating in the real sense. She started to undress – first the pullover and her jogging shoes, followed by her jeans, her bra and panties.

“Did you pay much for me?”

“I did.” He watched her placing her clothes on the floor.

“Why did you buy me?”

“Because you are a very interesting woman. I don’t find purely submissive women too interesting, I prefer the weird types, the complicated types.” He chuckled a bit, as if she was his accomplice. “And when you told me about your views on things I realized that I could help you rather then give you to some man who will most likely not understand your unique psyche.”

Jennifer nodded again. Meanwhile his eyes wandered over her body, her small breasts, her ribs and her crotch where she was clean shaven, the upmost centimeters of her lips shining pink against her pale skin.

“And what are you going to do to me?”

“I will put you into complete isolation. That’s what the machine behind me has been constructed for.We are in my own basement, in the outskirts of town.” He looked her up and down. “But first we should prepare you. I want you to take the tube over there and use the cream on your arms, legs and vagina. It will make sure that no hair will grow again.”

She took the white tube, opened it and started to smear the cream on her skin. It stung a little, more than she was used from depilatory cream, but this also was bearable.

“What kind of isolation should I expect?” She looked him straight into the eyes as she creamed her vagina as well, the stinging a bit more intensive there. He smiled some more, but he wasn’t able to hide the lust that shone in his eyes now.

“Complete isolation. Does the thought scare you?”

“I am not sure. I can’t imagine how exactly I should imagine this. It may be scary, but I brought myself into this situation by free will.”

“Yes, by very free will in your case. You will see what I have in store for you and you will just tell me what you think about it. Wipe the cream off now, use the towel over there.”

She did so and couldn’t help but ask him another question.

“Are you … are you going to rape me?”

“It won’t be rape, don’t worry. But I will use you sexually, yes.”

Jennifer nodded again. Not a surprise as well.

“Now please take the leggings and the catsuit from the table and put them on. They’ll be quite tight, but you should be able to complete the task.”

They were made of black rubber or a similar material, very thin and light, but they were even tighter as he had predicted and it cost her much effort before she was able to pull the leggings all the way up. There were cutaways in her crotch, keeping her vagina and anus uncovered.

“This material is a fetish for you?” She started to put the catsuit on. It was as exhausting and she could feel sweat starting to appear in her skin, her face getting a bit red. She noticed with some astonishment that the material let the sweat through, forming tiny droplets on her new black skin.

“It is, in connection with other things. It’s called ‘intelligent’ latex. It’s very practical, because it effectively has the abilities of your own skin and will let oxygen as well as your sweat pass through. You can wear it permanently. Let me help you finish this…”

He stepped behind Jennifer and helped her push her arms through the sleeves, then started closing the small straps on the catsuits back. It had obviously been reinforced with ribbons which started compressing her ribcage now, much like a corset. Her lungs were pressed together some more with every strap be buckled, until he reached the back of her neck, slung a broad collar around her throat and connected it with the suit.

Jennifer looked down at herself and saw her small breasts being pushed out more than just a bit visibly through the material, her ribcage and waist compressed into an even slimmer form than she normally had. She felt changed and her heart again beat faster when she realized this.

“Will you … talk to me?”

“I am talking to you, am I not?” He checked the buckles again, then took something else from the rack: A hair trimmer. He opened the knot she had tied her hair into, let it run through his fingers, than started to shave it off.

“I meant when you are finished.”

“When you are finished I might still talk to you from time to time, yes. But you won’t be able to hear me anymore if I don’t want it.I doubt you will hear my voice more than once in a month or two.”

That make her flinch, and he noticed the motion and chuckled a bit.

“Are you scared?”

She thought about it while at the same time her hair was falling down around her. He cut it all away until she was bald, then smeared more of the depilatory cream on her head.

“Yes”, Jennifer said curiously. “I am scared.”

“Good. So you aren’t a robot after all.”

“No, I am not a robot. I am scared.” She had to say it again to make herself understand that she did indeed feel it. The words left a weird taste on her tongue. Her guts felt a little sick, a little watery and weak. She tried to breathe deeply to calm herself down, but the corset didn’t allow for it.

“You don’t have to be scared. First of all you can’t change things anymore, you will not be able to escape from here. If you try to fight now I will have to force you into the bondage one way or the other. Second of all this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You said so.” He wiped the cream from her bald head, then kissed the pale skin of her scalp. “Disappearing, but still being there in some way.”

“And … what happens now?” She couldn’t stop her voice from shaking slightly, couldn’t stop her thoughts from jumping around in her head, memories mixing and flowing one into another. She swallowed hard, but her throat felt only more cramped when she did.

“Now you will please step over here. There is a seat in front of the machine, do yu see it? Sit down on it, lean back. Relax, try to assume a comfortable position.”

She approached the machine with reluctance, her face feeling even hotter now, her heart beating faster, each beat a ‘thud’ in her chest. For the first time since this had begun she thought about running away, about escaping and going home. She fought that thought down with effort.

When Jennifer sat down on the seat she could feel that it was well polstered, designed indeed to be quite comfortable. She leaned against the backrest and looked at Johannson, who was already at her side, checking straps and belts.

“Reach behind you with your arms. There is a sheath. Push your hands through its opening simultaneously, as deep as you can.”

She did so, even though her reluctance grew. The sheath was extremely tight-fitting and padded on the inside, pressing her arms together. She looked up while she worked on getting them in deeper and she saw a look of glee and lust in Johannsons face that suddenly scared her for real and made her want to pull her arms out again. But her hands had already found two very small compartments back there in which each of them was caught now. Johannson used a small panel on the side of the machine to activate something and the sheeth was automatically compressed further, Jennifers arms squeezed together with brutality, pulled backwards further until she thought they might be pulled from their sockets.

“Ah! Please that’s… that is very tight… painful…!” She screamed, clenched her teeth, tried to get her arms out of there. Her instincts took over and she tried to fight the machine with all her strength, until he took her chin into one hand and looked into her eyes. With a weak humming sound the sheeth settled down, her arms now caught in that uncomfortable position.

“Stop fighting it. It was designed to hold you like that and there is no chance you could ever free yourself without help. Accept it, calm down and try to relax.”

Jennifer nodded, her heart beating all the faster now, and tried to relax her arms as he had told her to. The restraints held in this bend, compressed position without mercy and it was hard for her to imagine being.

There was sweat on her face, she had the sour smell in her nose already.

“Why … are you doing this? Why do you enjoy it?”

“Hard to explain.” He smiled again, then took her left leg, set it to the side of the seat where her foot was lead into a small, padded compartment, strapped her ankle and knee to keep it in that position. He did the same with her other leg, so that she was seated with her legs spread widely. She could feel the cool air on her vaginal lips.

And then she could feel his fingers there as well, as he touched her and stroked her a little.

“I enjoy you being helpless. But more than that I will enjoy you being faceless, dehumanized. Part of this machine that will keep you alive. Without anyone knowing where you are or in what a situation you are.” He bowed a bit forward and kissed her mouth. Jennifer didn’t feel sexual – not in a way she had ever known before – but she still returned the kiss, opened her mouth a little, tasting his warm tongue with her own.

“I enjoy the knowledge that you’ll change your mind about disappearing. You have already begun to change it, haven’t you?”

“I … don’t know. Begun, yes … maybe.” She nodded, just before he pushed her head backwards a bit and connected the back of her collar with another part of the machine, immobilizing her further.

“Will you ever…” She had to clear her throat again and to her astonishment felt at the same time that his fingers found some moisture between her legs, “… ever let me talk?”

“No. Never.” He shook his head, and this motion made her innards cram some more, her thoughts even more confused now. She had never been hysteric in her life, but now she could imagine what it must feel like. “I will keep you like this forever. The thought of having you down here will be like a secret treasure for me. There are two other women in rooms nearby who have been in this state for a much longer time now.”

His other hand, the one that had not been stroking her, suddenly touched her vagina as well, spread her lips with two fingers and inserted something into her. It stung, it hurt for a moment and made her bite her teeth in pain, then the feeling faded.

“What did you do…?”

“I placed a catheter in your bladder. The dildo will stay inside you and the catheter runs right through it, for waste disposal. It’s the best way to handle things like this when a female can’t move anymore and is supposed to be controlled completely.” He moved the dildo he had put in her a little to prove his point, then used two thin straps to secure the device to her thighs. The wetness was still there and Jennifer felt that her clitoris had swollen during the last minutes, but if from lust or from fear she didn’t know. What she did know what that she was shaking now.

“Please don’t do this”, she whispered. She didn’t know where that came from, but she whispered it anyways.

He just smiled again, that friendly, lustful, sadistic smile. And he showed her the helmet.

It was a sturdy thing, made from black plastic and rubber, faceless and anonymous and designed to cover all of her head except the mouth. Several tubes were connected to it.Its insides were padded and there were no openings for her eyes, just two small breathing tubes for her nostrils. When he held it over her head she tried to move even though she couldn’t, tried to turn her head away, felt her eyes roll and a scream build up inside her.

“No, stop. Stop, please stop! Wait, will you please wait a moment, let me think, please let me clear my mind, wait just a moment, please!!”

He didn’t. He put it on her, pushed it down, and she could feel the padding cover her eyes, nose and face, the helmet being compressed as he worked on it, encasing her head completely. There were two small earplugs built into the device and they slipped into her hearing canals, rendering her deaf. Completely deaf as if she was buried underground.

“No, wait, WAIT please WAIT!!!”

She teared at the restraints with all possible force, but she couldn’t move. She screamed as loud as possible but couldn’t even hear her own voice anymore. And then her jaw was grabbed once more, something was pushed inside, the taste of rubber was on her tongue again. The gag was strapped to her head so that all of her face felt covered now, something pressing on her lips, even encasing her chin. And the mouthpiece started to enlargen until it pushed against her cheeks from inside, making them bulge and immobilizing her tongue completely with numbing, unforgiving softness.

Jennifer trashed and squirmed, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead he fastened more straps and belts around her torso and legs, every new one restraining her further until she wasn’t able to move more than an inch in every direction. There was rigorous softness all around her – and nothing more. She fought until she was exhausted, her sweaty body hot and cool at the same time, every sensation strangely dulled and unreal for her.

“We are nearly finished”, was what he said to her. She could hear his voice through the earplugs, crackling and electronic. Something was pushed against her anus. He inserted a large item and strapped it to her like he had strapped the dildo. “This will take care of the rest of your waste. But there won’t be much of it anyways, since you’ll be fed through the gag automatically with liquid nutrients. A small valve is connected to it and will pump them into your gullet from time to time.”

He touched her breasts and placed two softly humming pads on her erect nipples. Another pad – something like a tickler, she assumed – was placed on her clitoris. The soft humming sensation made her feel warmer and made her more aware of her sex, but for now the pads didn’t do anything else.

“I will check in on your regulary. The computer will check your livesigns and I can switch into this room via cameras whenever I want.” She could feel that he touched her – a very weak sensation on her head where he seemed to stroke the thick rubber and plactic with one hand, then another sensation of being touched on her collarbone, his hand running down over her belly and to her vagina again. “I will leave you alone for now. You need to get used to your new state. Have an … interesting time, Jennifer.”



IV

The earplugs where deactivated and she was caught in complete silence again, so mind-numbing black and deep that it seemed to swallow her up completely. She tried to calm down but couldn’t instantly, since the thought of being in this state for more than an hour or two was too gruesome, too scary. She realized that there was much truth in the old saying ‘pray that your wishes will never be fulfilled’, but she couldn’t find that funny now. She found it more than just scary, she felt like having been brought to hell.

The machine started to hum, a very soft sensation which ran through Jennifers whole body. It was as if a system-check had been induced: First the could feel her bladder filling up and being emptied again without herself having any control of it, then a similar sensation ran through her bowels. A warm liquid was pumped into her, the anal dildo moved a little and her waste was being pumped away. There was not a single sound to hear for Jennifer, just the feeling of the warm liquid moving in her and being sucked out again.

The next thing that happened was that her gag warmed up a bit, followed by the feeling of something flowing directly through it into her gullet – like Johannson had announced she was being fed by the machine, the nutrients flowing directly into her stomach. It wasn’t much but she could feel it anyways. She was sure that it would keep her alive – she just didn’t know anymore if she wanted to live. She started asking herself if it might have been better to kill herself instead of giving herself into his hands. How stupid she had been… She tried to scream again when she realized how stupid she had been, what a mistake she had made, but she could hear her own noises only like the faintest mumbling, something that happened far away in another street of a large city.

Time passed. She wouldn’t know how much time, not even if it was minutes or hours. She felt very alone, very lost, very helpless. She made an effort to remember her life, the people she had known and things she had done and experienced, but all these memories were tainted in the darkness she was caught in, everything seemed to be under a cruel shadow. The knowledge about how much Johannson must enjoy this, how much he surely loved to have her in this state, made it all the worse. She felt misused and tricked and raped.

And then the pads on her nipples and clitoris started to hum. They warmed up, sending new sensations through her body. She moaned when she felt them vibrating and even though she could not imagine to get into any sexual mood in this situation her nipples erected fast, her clitoris started to swell. It was a weird feeling, scary and wrong in a fundamental way.

She couldn’t help it nonetheless. Whoever had built the machine – Johannson or someone else – had known well about the effects of sensory deprivation. There was nothing else to feel, nothing else to turn her mind to, and so she couldn’t blank the sensations out. She tried to scream because she couldn’t imagine anything worse than being caressed by this mindless machine that trapped her and controlled her. She felt tears sting in her eyes when both dildos – the one deep in her vagina and the one in her anus – started moving and probing inside her body.

It took time. There was all the time in the world of course and Jennifer did everything to turn her mind to other things, to stop her body from reacting to the motions, but it was a battle she couldn’t win. At first she thought she could – it felt good, but the machine didn’t yet have a rhythm that could bring her to an orgasm. It was like an inexperienced lover who didn’t know how to please her all to the finish. But to her horror it learned fast and she couldn’t help but imagine her brainwaves dancing on some monitor out there, being evaluated by the computer. It changed it’s way of movement, changed the intervals in which the pads caressed her nipples and clitoris. It evolved and improved until she twitched in the rigid bondage to prevent it from pleasing her any more.

She moaned again, tried to scream, teared at the bondage. She realized that she couldn’t feel much of her body anymore, that the numbness possessed her almost completely now, apart from her imprisoned brain and the nerve cells in her vagina and anus and nipples. She could feel wetness between her legs – and much of it. She tried to strangle herself to unconsciousness by tearing at her collar with all force, but she was even too restrained to achieve that simple goal. And when the machine increased it’s efforts once more, when it found the perfect rhythm and the perfect mix of sensations she came, bit on the gag and let out a loud, tortured scream she didn’t even hear herself, jerked and twitched in the seat until sweat covered her body like a shiny coating. The orgasm was good and full and perfect and it hit her with the force of liquid fire flowing through her body and brain, but it was wicked and cruel nonetheless.

It took her some time to calm down, to catch her breath and collect her thoughts again. The machine fed her once more. Emptied her once more. Time passed and Jennifer fought to stay sane during that time, fought to keep herself from going mad or hysteric again. She asked herself what the other women felt, those he had mentioned when he secured her. Who were they … or, she thought to her own horror, who had they been? For how long had they already been his prisoners, plugged and strapped into one of these hellish machines? And did they, like she did, wish they had never brought themselves into such a situation?

She knew that she would never get the opportunity to talk to them, that she would never meet or see them. They would always be companions in misfortune, but blind and deaf and reduced to a state in which it didn’t even matter. The thought made her shiver, until the machine – after some more time – started humming again, started stroking and stimulating her, the dildos vibrating and moving in her and her body responding once more.

One of the last conscious thoughts she had was that she should give in, at least to the orgasms. She didn’t have a choice anyway, never would have a choice again. And this would be one of the few things she would be allowed to feel at all, maybe forever.

Jennifer did so. She gave in, crying and cumming and jerking in her permanent bondage and encasement. And in the following weeks and months and years she disappeared, just like she had wanted.

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