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Janet sat on her heels, bound tighter than she knew possible. The darkness and claustrophobia of the leather helmet laced around her head was overwhelming. The arch the bonds put on her body was causing cramping in her neck, legs and arms. She could not get a millimeter of slack in her bondage to give any relief to her screaming muscles. Her mind felt like it was going to shut down, her defeat was so total and overwhelming. No sound could enter her silicone filled ears or escape her rubber filled mouth. She could only feel the leather, rubber and metal holding her so tight, no other tactile input was available. Her breathing was constricted, first by the too-small air holes in the cursed hood enveloping her head, and then also by the corset that wrapped around her diaphragm. What breath she could get expanded her thrust out chest to press into the cruel breast bondage of the metal web encasing each of her perfect globes. Janet simply cried into her leather cocoon enveloping her head. What did that sick bitch want of her? She had to get free before she returned! Again and again she would struggle and pull with every fiber of her being. Again and again her cruel bonds easily held her pathetic attempts. Minutes turned to hours as Janet screamed and cried in frustration in her impenetrable hood.

Hillary returned from her party at almost 4:00 am. She casually opened the door to her suite and stepped in rapidly, making sure that the "Do not disturb" sign stayed on the door. Sitting, dead center, of her hotel room was Janet. Her perfect body in the exact same position that Hilary had so cruelly forced it into over 9 hours earlier. The only thing that had changed about her captive was she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat now from hours of useless exertion. Janet was completely unaware that her torturer had returned. She just continued sitting there, moaning into her gag. Hillary was getting tired, she had been up for over 24 hours, but she knew that she had to let Janet get something to drink, and go to the bathroom, before she could get some sleep herself. She walked over and roughly grabbed one of Janet's bound tits, kneading the flesh that spilled over the webbing of steel that mashed it. Janet actually screamed in fright, with a new sensory input actually given to her mind after so many hours. Of course her "scream" was no more then another useless grunt. Her struggles, which had reduced themselves to the occasional squirm or twist, renewed itself with a vengeance. The grunts and moans of desperation coming from her leather clad face would have elicited pity and a desire to help the gorgeous captive in almost any other person. In Hillary they just elicited a lustful desire to force even more bondage on the girl. Instead, Hillary loosened the strap holding Janet's head back, forcing her wrapped eyes to stare sightlessly at the ceiling. Janet let out more groans, this time of relief. With some difficulty Hillary dragged Janet's very helpless form into the large bathroom in the suite. With practiced ease she loosened all the straps holding her legs under her ass. The long leather "boots" stayed on her legs, her feet still held in an unnatural point by the stiffening metal in them. Still working rapidly, Hillary removed the crotch strap and dildos that were crammed up her. With a bit of work, Hillary got Janet up onto the toilet and sat her there for a while. After a few seconds, Janet got the idea, and overcame her natural resistance to public urination to relieve her full bladder.

While this was going on, Hillary had grabbed a large enema bag she kept under the sink. She filled it with lukewarm water from the sink, giving Janet a few moments to finish her business as much as she could naturally. Hillary pulled Janet off the toilet, onto her stomach, and expertly kicked her legs apart. The full enema bag had a long flexible tube that ran from the bottom of it. It had a formed stiff end on it. Hillary rammed the lubed device into Janet's ass. Janet squirmed about some, but her rear entry had already been so stretched out by the massive vibrators that had been forced into her for so long, she hardly noticed this smaller intruder. Hillary stood over Janet's prone form, holding the very full enema bag up high, and released the spigot. Water rushed down into Janet's bowels. She twisted and squirmed in frenzy, but the water kept filling her nether regions up. Hillary squeezed the last of the water into Janet; she simply lay on the floor like a beached fish, sobbing into her mask and gag. Hillary kept her on her stomach, letting the water sit and wash out her bowels. Janet felt her stomach would explode. She had gotten somewhat used to the incredibly strict corset over the hours. Now with what seemed like a gallon of water in her belly the swelling had no place to go. Hillary let her lay there for quite a while, letting the water completely clean her out. She finally dragged Janet back onto the toilet and pulled the enema tube out. The water flushed out of Janet in a rush. Hillary spent a minute or two cleaning Janet up then dragged her back out of the bathroom.


She took Janet back to the exact same spot in the living room where she had spent the last day. She rapidly re-installed the two giant vibrators into her ass and cunt. She then laced her long legs back up underneath her ass. She even re-connected her stretched toes to her arms behind her back. After all her bonds were re-applied to her legs, Hillary began to loosen and remove the hood over Janet's head. With all the buckles, belts and laces this was no quick process, but after an eternity she pulled the leather horror off Janet's trembling head. Janet blinked and tried to focus her vision. Even though the room was lit very softly lit, it was like staring into the sun for Janet's eyes. Hillary left the room for the kitchen for a couple of minutes, letting Janet look frantically around the room for anything she could use for escape. The way her body was bound still made it impossible for her to move more then a couple of inches. Hillary returned a few minutes later with a large glass of a thick looking liquid in one hand and another glass of water in the other. She put the glasses down on the floor and stood in front of Janet and put her finger to her lips to let her know to be quiet. She then reached behind Janet's head and unbuckled the harness gag. Hillary pulled the ball from behind Janet's teeth; it made an audible pop as it came free. Drool and spit ran from the ball like a faucet and Janet retched uncontrollably as her gag reflex kicked in. She gasped and coughed for a few moments while Hillary waited patiently. Janet could still not hear a thing, due to the silicone sealant that filled her ears, but she tried to talk to Hillary.

"Please... let my arms go. I won't try and get away." She squirmed her body around to try and show Hillary her bound arms. Hillary simply reached down and grabbed the ball gag again.

"No, no... Please. I'm sorry. I won't say another word. I swear. Please, I can't take that thing anymore." Hillary simply put her finger to her lips again and gestured with the harness gag. Janet got the message and shut up. She brought the thicker liquid up to Janet's lips, and gestured for her to drink. Janet hesitated for a moment, but she knew that Hillary wanted her alive, so she drank hungrily. It actually tasted extremely good and she drank it all down easily. Hillary had mixed a shake of high protein, multi vitamins and other super nutrients. Hillary had read up on what a human being needs to survive, and had put plenty of it in the drink. She then gave Janet the water and forced her to drink it all. She got the glasses and the ball gag and walked behind Janet. She strained around to see what Hillary was up to. She was stroking Janet's neck softly. Suddenly she grabbed Janet's tight ponytail and jerked her head roughly back. Janet let out a squeal as her mouth jerked open. Hillary pushed the huge ball from the gag back into Janet's still aching mouth. She tried to cry out, to beg her not to do this, but the gag was as effective as it had ever been and reduced her pleading to a helpless groan. Hillary once again pulled the various straps around her face, once again buckling them as tightly as her strength would allow. Janet began to cry heavily, racking sobs were running through her body.

Hillary grabbed the same discipline helmet that had been on her before and brought it up to her terrified face. Janet's whole body shook with terror as she desperately tried to move away from the impending leather device. It slid over her head and was laced up in a few minutes. Sobs could still be barely heard from her as the strap leading from the top of her head was once again attached with a guitar string tightness to the "O" ring at her back. Hillary was taking no time to enjoy re-binding Janet, being near passing out from exhaustion. Even in her near stupor she found her self getting turned on again at what must be going on inside of Janet at that moment. A few moments of near freedom, only to be put right back into the exact same bondage. So helpless to stop anything that Hillary wanted to do to her; total frustration and domination. It was perfect. Hillary really liked that she was not changing any aspect of Janet's bondage, except to possibly make it even tighter. Janet would know what total hopelessness was. Hillary checked all the bonds one last time, pulling a buckle or two a notch tighter here and there. She went around to Janet's front, and turned the dial that controlled the width of the corset enclosing her. She was able to get a full inch more out of Janet's body! The last thing she did was plug back in the vibrators and set them on medium high, and stumbled off to bed. She was asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

Janet was not so lucky, her body screamed for it to be able to move. She was getting hysterical, but there was nothing she could do. She passed out at least 6 times from hyperventilating and each time she woke up in the exact same position with absolutely no hope of escape. In less then 24 hours Janet's mind was already breaking. Hillary woke up 11 hours later completely refreshed. She leisurely went to the bathroom, got herself a drink of water, then went to check on her captive. Of course she was sitting in the exact same spot in the exact same position.

It was time for a change, Hillary thought. She stood there a few inches in front of Janet wondering what she wanted to do with her. Then it hit her. Rope. She wanted to bind this nimble little thing in mile after mile of rope.



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