Cyber Punked! Part 1

  There was an Atmos long-haul economy flight to somewhere sunny, it was not long until it departed. An escape from the smoggy neon dust-ball that the city had become. The airport didn't inspire confidence. Well it didn't fare much better than the rest of the metropolis, run down and under funded. But following the last security debacle, the security was probably now the only thing that looked like it was working just right. They might even be a little too enthusiastic with there safeguards. The passenger line before boarding was slow due to the extra precautions. The transition spot between airport and the boarding area had a lot of duplicate security checks encase one failed or was subverted.

  Standing diligently at her post was a security guard. An unassuming woman in a blue uniform, she wore 2 inch heel boots a grey jumpsuit with a tight jacket. She had a side arm, it was a stunner non-lethal, she had a much more expensive scanner with override software. As a security guard she had little in the way of visible body modifications. Mostly just an enhanced chip set to link in with airport security systems and various security computers data bases etc. She could bring the full weight of that against an opponent in one go. She was not intimidating or threatening physically, she was more like a spotter that could call down a metaphorical AI artillery strike if needed. She had access to all the airports systems and connections to all law enforcement systems. If she didn't like you, well she could make your day an absolute hell.

  Something in the line of passengers triggered a response in the guard, a memory from so long ago. She noticed that in the queue there was someone passingly familiar. They looked like they have had a lot of cyber-ware and work done to them since their last meeting. She still recognised them none the same. All that work it made them look rather stunning, with impossible dimensions and an intimidating physique at the same time. The airport security guard was on them, checking their file revealed no record of violence. Still there was cyber-ware enough to put quite a strain on the security system and make that passenger stand out for special treatment. It looked like there was more synthetic than original tissue in her body by this stage, as artistic as it was. Inside and out she was one very tough cookie.

  She was dressed like a wanna be rocker, silver mirror shades that completely covered her eyes, a blue light on the right hand side to show some sort of enhancement was switched on. She had metallic blue hair in a bob cut, with a shaved section on the right hand side to display her input jacks for her various cybernetics. She was standing tall in black and silver 3 inch high boots that went to mid-calf, with four big buckles and a bunch of other fasteners. The footwear was made really complex just to show off, some high end design studios latest product.

  Over her shapely figure she wore a black jacket with silver buckles. The right sleeve was longer than the left, it was heavily padded. On the left hand side there was a shoulder plate, like something you might see in a gladiator movie. She wore ultra-glossy black pants that looked painted on. An almost see through blue top, you could make out a very heavy duty bra. She had an expensive black and grey patterned bag slung over her shoulder. A big sturdy silver case was following behind her like a loyal dog.

    “Madam your boarding pass please, for the international flight”. The tourist fretted around frustrated at the interruption. For a second, she was considering the merits of arguing, then pulled the little holographic chit out of her pocket presenting it. The security guard looked over it intently.
    “Two weeks holiday in the sun”? The woman nodded slowly, she was starting to look a little worried by the attention she was getting. There was something unsettling about the way that the security guard was staring at her body, as if she wanted to frisk her.
    “Madam please step out of line”. The vacationer looked fed up her hands on her hips. It looked like there would be a scene. But she sighed and stepped out of the line as instructed. Her head tilted as if she was questioning something, a familiarity of some sort a hint of recognition passed over her face.

    “Madam, yes I recognised you … it’s me Claire. You rejected me in school after I kissed you. Don't be silly this is purely professional not personal. I don't have it out for you in any way. Even after you said my teeth looked funny”. Somehow the tourist was not reassured by those platitudes, in fact she looked quite perturbed. A question hovered over her lips but the guard was faster.
    “Madam … Kayla … please present your identification. No, I still don't have the hots for you”. She groaned and pulled out an id card from her jacket holding it up reluctantly. It was snatched out of her grip and shoved into a nearby machine's reading slot. She looked accusingly at the airport security woman.
    “Yes of course you will get it back ... after we have run some checks”.

    “Madam do you have any drugs weapons black-market cybernetics or counterfeit goods on your person”? She gave the security guard a withering look and shook her head.
    “Please place your luggage into the scanner”. Kayla rolled the silver case over and picked it up with one hand. She looked really hesitant, a question forming on her lips as she had the case almost ready to put in the scanning slot which opened up to accept it.
    “Yes, I am positive that you will get it back. Once we have run a deep x ray scan”. The huge suitcase was deposited into the machine which greedily sucked it in.
    “Please place your hand luggage into the scanner”. She moved the smaller black and grey patterned bag into place and shoved it into the slot. Now a tray was held out in front of her.
    “Please empty the contents of your pockets into the scanner tray”. She spent a few minutes checking her pockets and shoving a random assortment of junk into the tray, which was then fed into the slot. Unsurprisingly her items were not returned to her just yet.

  The guard gave it a few minutes, waiting for approval from some higher power then she grinned wickedly.
    “Madam please accompany me to a private room”. The traveller took a step back, her face scowled and her right hand flexed as if ready to ball into a fist.
    “No, you don't have any other option. There are two stun turrets trained on you right now … if you want to resist”! Kayla looked up worried and alarmed at what might happen. The two turrets hanging from the roof were tracking her. They beeped loudly from the ceiling adjusting the range, her shoulders sagged in defeat. She slowly had her hands raised high so she didn't look threatening.

  The holidaymaker swallowed nervously pausing for a fraction of a second. Reluctantly she stepped into the private room to the side of the main terminal. She was getting very worried, the big high security door locked as soon as she was in the room. Kayla looked about her head turned round, the room was sound proofed but there was more. There was something that caught her attention. She focused on a cabinet on the side of the room in a prominent position. There were big black jackets hanging in a clear case, so you could see them. Their sleeves ended sealed with straps, she could see chains some sort of punishing restraint with a harness. She didn't like where this was going she hugged herself imagining being forced to wear it. The auto servos tightening the jacket every time she so much as twitched.

  The room had a large complex bench and another bank of security machinery in the wall. Just like the one outside that had swallowed all her other possessions. The security officer grinned cracking her knuckles.
    “Madam please place your shades in the scanning slot”. Kayla pulled off the silver mirror shades, the blue light blinked once and switched off. She looked far more vulnerable like this, as if she had a layer of armour stripped away. Kayla hesitantly folded them up and placed them in the slot. She looked cautiously at the security officer, the slot and the jacket up on the wall.

  A question formed on her lips, she looked at the officer, the guard reassured her.
    “Yes, you will get everything back at the end”. The holiday maker didn't look very reassured.
    “Madam please place your jacket in the scanning slot”. She released four heavy silver chrome buckles and pulled off the padded jacket. Running her hand over the black jacket she tugged the right sleeve. It was set longer than the left, then it adjusted to be the same length. The heavily padded left side had a shoulder plate, that deflated so that it looked much more like a regular item. The entire jacket seemed to deflate to look far more mundane, as it was posted into the processing slot.

  The tourist was pretty sure she knew where this would end, she glanced up at the jacket imaging it encasing her from neck to waist.
    “Madam please place your boots in the scanning slot”. She undid four buckles on each boot pressed a button to release the zip and the black and silver boots expanded so that she could step out of them. Out of the three inch heels she was still rather tall. Kayla sighed picked them up and placed them in the slot. As expected it was not enough for the guard.
     “Please place your top and pants in the scanning slot”. Slowly she pulled off the ultra-glossy black pants. They were resistant clinging to her skin, they looked painted on they were so tight it took a little work to remove them. The almost see through blue top that cradled her breasts didn't resist half as much. She was getting really worried standing there in just a few small bits of fabric.
 
  The guard eyed up the jacket in the case and then looked at her near naked suspect.
    “Please remove your bra panties and socks”. Kayla looked around the room nervous as if she wanted to bolt out the door.
    “Madam please comply, do I need to activate the stun turrets”? She looked pissed off pulling off her black heavy duty underwire bra, her breasts barely dipped. Then her socks and finally the pair of tiny thong panties followed. They all went into the slot so she stood there naked in just her skin and cyber-ware. She nervously eyed up the black jacket that was hanging in the case, that was obviously a restraint of some sort. She looked at the crotch strap with the punishment electrodes and the other accessories in the case. She would have been sweating, except she had turned that option off.

  The security guard pointed to the intimidating metal bench that took up part of the room.
    “Madam please bend over the table, place your feet and hands in the sections indicated, just keep stretching”. Reluctantly she put her ankles in the lower slots then reached forwards until she was stretched out as far as she can go. Only for clamps to shoot out of the table and lock around her wrists and ankles. They extended a little further pulling until she could feel her joints straining, causing her a great deal of distress. Kayla was almost completely immobilised bound like this.
    “What the hell … you don't need to do this”!

  The guard sauntered over as if she owned her now. She reached down and cupped her chin.
    “Now how do you like those restraint clamps? They could hold a full borg down, your never getting out of them until I have finished with you bitch”. It was humiliating to be bent over the table ass up as the security guard ran her hands over the passengers naked body.
    “What are you doing this can’t be legal … please stop”? Her roaming hands didn't exactly feel as if they were looking for contraband, they started to rub the suspect between her legs. She shifted about uncomfortably only for the bench to pull her bonds that little bit tighter.
    “Your cyber-ware is considered dangerous enough that it needs to be neutralized for the duration of your flight”. She immediately looked up trying to look behind her. Dreading the thought of being stuck in the intimidating restraint for the duration of her long haul flight.

  Her head tried to twist round to look at the restraint.
    “Your putting me in that thing aren't you”? There was resignation in her voice. The guard looked at the scanner and grinned an evil little grin.
    “No, I am not putting you in a straight jacket for the duration of this flight”. The tourist considered the prospect that something else even worse might await her.
    “What else are you going to do? There is no need to be hasty hear”.

  The guard moved around her taking her time savouring the control she had.
    “Looking at the scans, your right and left arms from your finger tips to your shoulder sockets are 100% artificial. We can't let you board the flight with them”. The tourist pulled on her bonds and they automatically tightened against her. Pulling her into a further stretched position with her legs a little wider.
    “So, what are you going to tie me up with”?
    “Even if we put you into some sort of industrial grade restraint, your technically too dangerous as is”. Kayla was starting to look nervous, the restrains holding her down automatically shifted adjusting her to stick her backside up further. With a display screen appearing in front of her face, extending out from the bench.

  The guard showed her a diagram of her cybernetics release procedure, she immediately started desperately struggling shaking her head.
    “Please … no”, she looked up at her captors eyes and she knew fear.
    “Yes, you can see the easiest way is just to detach your limbs”. She was begging intently for a different option.
    “Please tie me up, you can’t do this to me … don't do this to me”.
    “No, there is no other option”. The woman started to cry in her bonds, it was inhuman.
    “Now just let me lock this collar around your throat”. It popped up out of the table and latched closed around her throat paralyzingly tight, as if it was going to choke her.
    “I pop open the access panels. A few bolts hear disable the neural link, switch off the power feeds”. This caused her captive a great deal of distress, as she abruptly lost all sensation in her limbs.
    “No … I can’t feel my arms … stop please”. Her cries didn't stop the security guard from continuing with the procedure.

  The guard was doing it very slowly very deliberately to distress her.
    “Let’s see I undo the secondary connectors and disengage, there you go”. She looked absolutely shocked as her limbs simply disconnected. The artificial skin peeled away and her synthetic limbs were placed into a lock box container. The guard patted her on the back of her head.
    “No arms, no problems. They will be locked away in the planes hold with your other gear”.
    “This is inhumane … you can’t treat a paying customer like this”! The guard pulled out a pair of chrome plates that looked like security bolts.
    “Don't like that tough, now these lock pads lock onto the connection points for your cyber arms. They are high security very hard to remove. So that there is absolutely no way for you to reattach your limbs without our permission. Which might be a little hard to get for the foreseeable future”. She struggled as if her limbs were still attached, as both pads were locked in place. The synthetic skin slowly settled back in place leaving everything sealed over. With the lock pads, where her limbs had been there were now two silver pads as stumps.

  The tourist thought that might be it, but her problems were only just beginning.
    “Now obviously we have to sort you out, before we can let you travel”.
    “Let me just add this override shard to your cyber jack”. The poor tourist felt something invading all her systems. Suppressing the usual control that she held over her own body.
    “Your connection to the net has been locked off with a quadruple quantum encryption. I have over-ridden and dialled the rest of your implants down to the point your weak as a kitten. Barely able to support your own body weight”.

  She was begging unintelligibly as something was moved towards her eyes.
    “These contact lenses go in your eyes, they expand and become totally opaque so you can’t see anything. There medical, designed for long term to permanent wear, with a little view screen on the inside. I then press your eyelids down and apply this sticker over the top, now your totally blindfolded”.
    “Please … you removed my arms. Why do you have to do anything else, I have rights!”
    “No, you don't get a choice in the matter”. The guard tried to shove something between her lips. Kayla resisted as best she could biting down, a small fleeting victory.

    “Now open wide, don't fight me. Ok fine … enjoy the jaw jack”. The mechanical device brutally forced her jaw open to receive the new gag. The guard shoved it in place with a satisfied smirk.
    “This ring locks onto your teeth and jaw forcing your mouth open. Making sure I don't have to listen to you any more”. The jaw jack let go as the ring gag extended tortuously slowly to its maximum size. Straining its poor recipients jaw well beyond what was even remotely comfortable.
    “I set it to expand to its maximum ... that must be really painful”. Kayla's cries were unintelligible she was weeping, it was too much for her. She felt as if her jaw would break under the strain. The sadistic looking guard was bending down her face inches from Kayla’s.
    “I am curious … your so fucking hot. Kissing you like this when you can’t resist”. There was a frightened whimper in response.

  The guard bent down a little further and planted her lips on the ring gag. Kayla tried to pull away but didn't have anywhere to go. The clamp around her throat tightened in response to her movement. Emboldened the guard forced herself on the suspect, shoving her tongue down her prisoners throat. She couldn't pull her head away as much as she tried, she had to endure the humiliation. It took her captor some time to satisfy her interest, probing deeply before she pulled back.
    “Oh yes, that is fucking hot, and that ass of yours is just spank-able. Let’s do a little testing shall we”.
The restraints reconfigured forcing the suspects ass up higher, her legs further apart. She loudly complained as the guards hands bounced off her buttocks. It was too much for her, the guard was completely in control. Kayla could feel pain and burning humiliation, but it would take a lot of force to actually hurt her enhanced body. Kayla had no say over what was being done to her body.
    “Oh, you are so spank-able ... your just a bit too loud”! The detainee looked really worried as she could hear the guard getting even more sinister supplies.

  A canister was aimed at her head and then pointed down her throat. She looked in the direction of the nozzle for a second, terrified of what it might be that she could hear. She tried to twist away in response but it was futile.
    “This is a spray to just disable your vocal cords and this one will turn off your gag reflex, it will sting a bit”. She looked sick as the first spray hit the back of her throat. There wasn't an accompanying wail, the spray seemed to work really fast. The second canister was sprayed and Kayla felt really odd.
    “Now this feeding probe will just slide down your throat, after the first eight inches its self-feeding. It’s very long so it will be a bit uncomfortable, well more than a bit uncomfortable”. 

  The detainee considered that there was no way what was being described to her would fit down her throat, but she was wrong. The purple monster was held in front of her face then shoved in her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and down it went. Kayla could feel it move inside her, it was crawling down her throat. She couldn't stop it as it went deeper and deeper, until the entire length of the massive monster was all the way in place.

  It was bad, but she was sure that it would get worse!
    “It locks to the ring and then it expands, completely silencing you”. The expansion was a chocking agony that pushed her to the limit of her endurance. The guards fingers worked between her prisoners legs playing with her.
    “You don't like that? Pity you can’t object to it now you cunt”. Kayla was suddenly twisting about as if she was being shocked. The guard rubbed her clitoris gently.
    “I see you found its discipline function, if it detects you even trying to speak. Even thinking about complaining … well enjoy the electric shocks, and the feedback pulses. It must feel like your throats being fucked with a cattle prod when you try to resist”. The bound woman realised exactly how helpless she was as the punishment function was activated again. As she tried to protest a second time as the guards fingers worked their way deeper into her body.

Cyber Punked! Part 2

  The guard removed her hand, moments later there was an ominous clatter as more supplies were retrieved from the storage lockers. As she was blindfolded the guard described everything that she was going to do to her prisoner, in agonizing detail.
    “This U shaped filter goes up your nose. The tubes will expand locking it in place up your sinuses and clamping it to your sternum”. It was a horrible intrusion to have the stainless steel rubber jacketed device pushed inside her body. Its automated function was painful and disorientating.
    “It regulates how much oxygen you can get. Helping to pacify you, keeping you pretty helpless … breathless”. Kayla desperately tried to draw in air, only to have it tightly rationed to her burning lungs.

    “Now these ear plugs go in they expand in your ear canals and broadcast white noise. Cancelling every other sound out, except my voice”. Kayla started to scream inside her own head as the rest of the world seemed to disappear. All the sounds from the background that you barely noticed the hum of lights etc, all of them disappeared in an instant.
    “I am going to leave you listening to a looping recording of me mocking you. You helpless hot bitch, what a piece of spank-able ass”. Her buttocks were groped yet again by the security guard, who seemed to be very turned on having complete control over her.

  The detainee felt something touching her head, she tried to pull back.
    “A synthetic cap to protect your hair”. The guard pulled something over her blue hair that left her looking like she was bald. With the grey rubber cap in place she was setting her up ready for the next part. More worrying she felt that something was wrong with her cybernetics, that was disturbing.
    “This little chip I am clipping into your input jack is very important. It’s a cohesion chip, it will monitor your mental state and keep you within certain boundaries. You see it will keep your mind from falling apart under extreme isolation. No matter how much you might want it to, there will be no escape into madness”.

  The restraints shifted around her and the air was squeezed out of her body.
    “Now I just need to put the waist belt in place, so you can’t move about too much for the next bit”. Kayla squirmed against her restraints, dreading what would happen to her next.
    “When I release this collar, then this mould goes over your head and neck”. She tried to pull away as the mechanism engulfed her head and neck clamping onto her shoulders.
    “Struggle all you want its locked round your head now! There is no way to get out, its filling with a compound that will seal you into a nice almost permanent high security discipline isolation hood posture collar combination”.

  It felt as if her head was submerged in mud then, put in an oven for a few moments. It released Kayla when the slurry seemed to set.
    “There you go out of the mould, give it a few seconds to contract and harden”. The security guard guessed that by way she was trying to move about it must have been exceedingly unpleasant under the slowly contracting hood.
    “That is a ultra dense rubberoid-titanium posture collar discipline hood combination, fused over your head and neck. There is just a breathing port and a feeding port buried under half an inch of punishingly tight industrial material that you have no way to remove. Blind deaf mute helpless sexy as hell, it’s just going to shrink a little bit more”. Kayla felt like she was being buried in concrete drowning, but the sensation just didn't end. The pressure over every inch of her head was unbearable.
    “All you can hear is my voice bitch and I have only just begun to punish your sexy body”. The detainee wasn't sure what was worse the guards words whispered in her head, or her hands roaming over her trapped body.

  The restraint shifted around, the poor captive could feel something being fitted over her chest.
    “Let’s get your breasts covered up with these contraction punishment cups”. Something rather tight was pulled over her large breasts.
    “See they vacuum fit onto your lovely tits once in place”. The detainee had to ask why they needed to do this to her? What could she possibly do to someone to warrant this treatment, but it just got worse.
    “Then the base clamp engages really nasty. The toothed nipple clamps lock and twists. Then the punishment electrodes dig into your flesh”.

  Kayla was violently shaking about as much as she could. Which didn't do anything to make it better, she couldn't dislodge them.
    “Then the entire thing contracts without mercy, there is absolutely nothing you can do as the lock-down mesh just gets tighter and tighter. It makes you look so fucking sexy with your huge tits crushed like that, bulging out like two balloons in a wire net”. The sensitivity of her breasts was extreme, this was making her feel as if she was going mad. As the security guard cradled her flesh through the punishing material.

  She spent several minutes simply groping and caressing those orbs.
   “Wow your tits feel so good. I could spend all day squeezing them like this! It must really hurt the way that your nipples are being constantly twisted”. The clamps bit down harder and continued to twist against her nipples. Kayla tried to cry into the gag but it muffled her pleas and proceeded to punish her again for trying to speak out.
    “Now let’s get you into this dead lock security belt”. The captive didn't want to find out what the hell that was. She twisted around as the device she was cuffed to forced her legs open and made her present her ass higher in preparation for what was to come.
    “It just needs a bit of lube to get you ready, actually I might as well give you a few little tests first”. The lubricant being smeared on her ass and pussy was making her very worried. What was going to be done to her helpless body next?

  The machine shifted around a little more, folding her tightly over ready for the next procedure.
   “Let’s just give you a nice deep enema to clean you out”. The nozzle was not small or comfortable and the mix of cleansing chemicals injected inside her was not appreciated at all. The gag gave her another punishment for trying to scream the house down as the solution flowed into her body.
    “Wow you must really hate that don't you, tough luck”. The security guard massaged her tummy twisting her intestines, causing her to suffer. Then after she had her fun she activated the drain valve.

  The prisoner thought that it might be over, but of course there was worse to come.
    “Now I am starting the endoscope to check you haven't got any contraband hidden up your ass deep in your guts”. There were clamps spreading her buttocks and the tip of the device slowly started to enter her body.
    “I set it to go really slow, wow you don't like that one bit either. I am going to get a coffee”. The machine was designed for efficiency not comfort. Kayla cried into the gag and was punished for it as the probe went bored away deeper and deeper.

  Much later the guard came back and looked at the read out from the machine.
    “I am back and it’s over, look at that it didn't find anything”. She wiggled in her restraints with the mass of machinery sitting coiled in her guts. Another button and it started to unwind.
    “Let’s give you another enema to be on the safe side”. As soon as the endoscope came free the nozzle pushed its way back in and ran another cycle with bowel scalding chemicals being pumped into her body.
    “Your ass will be a bit tight for the plug, so I am going to loosen you up a little with this strap on”. For a moment Kayla thought it might be a joke. Everything else that the guard had spoken about had been done to her body.

  The tourist tried to brace herself and prepare as the hard segmented titanium and rubber monster was worked up her beleaguered back passage. She was not prepared for the size of the member or the intensity of the assault. The guard embraced her from behind intent on using her curvaceous body, she started to play with her tits enjoying the control she held over her pinned captive.
    “Oh, pounding on your sweet ass is so fucking sexy … especially when you can’t do a thing about it”. After a good twenty minute session she was sure that she had broken Kayla in. The cohesion chip had to work a few times, to keep her mind together throughout the ordeal.
    “Your tits make the perfect hand holds, now that should have gotten you nice and ready”. After a new and agonizing humiliating experience the latest indignity was pulled out of her body. Soon to be replaced by another no doubt.
    “Now let’s get this belt on your body bitch”.

  A big chunky segmented chrome belt was slipped around her hips. It came with a wide crotch plate with accessories lined up, all ready to settle in place. Once started the process would be mostly automated. The poor prisoner felt the apparatus start to move of its own volition.
    “The labia clamps are just working ... they are really aggressive, it must be painful. They will punish you for any hint of resistance or arousal”. If felt as if a vice had latched onto Kayla most sensitive flesh, rather disturbing but only a prelude to everything else she would have to endure.
    “Then there is the clitoris clamp and the vaginal punishment mesh deploying inside you”.

  She tried to wiggle her hips, anything to reduce the pain but it was inescapable.
    “It tightens up real nice and electrifies with random shocks. You can feel the edging module, you will not be able to orgasm, you will not get a break. It must feel like you have just been fisted deep and hard with a taser glove”. Kayla cried into the gag and was silenced with an electrified rebuke.

  Only half of the belt was in place the last section manoeuvred around.
    “Don't worry about the next bit its self-lubricating, that is for the anal plug. It telescopes inflates and expands deploying those blunt rubber punishment spikes to really make it hurt. Also, If I wanted to give you another taste of my strap on it will just disengage that section, so your nice and accessible”. She could feel the spikes, they focused all her attention. It was excruciating, far worse than what she had just suffered with the strap on.
    “On this mode I bet it feels like your being continually pumped in the ass with a piston and there is nothing at all that you can do about it”. She was squirming against the belt, it was too much everything all at once.
    “I have set it to jack hammer mode to keep you nice and disciplined”. The intensity of the party in her ass suddenly went from horrible to unbearable. She spasmed and slumped in her restraints.

  The guard hugged her around the waist squeezing her tightly.
    “Now the entire belt contracts and locks, you can’t get away from it”. The sensations as the belt crushed down on her waist were horrific. Causing the cohesion chip to fire off to keep her mind stable. Kayla could feel every uncomfortable bit of sensation running through her body.
    “You can feel the catheter as it expands. It’s also got a little electrode in it to help you get the message”. She felt every part of her body being punished and constrained, it was totally merciless. She was inescapably trapped within the perpetual punishment mechanism.

  A large red canister with various warning labels prominently displayed upon it was slotted into the base connector at the back of the belt.
    “Let me just inject this expanding foam cleansing agent into your back passage. Only a litre it will keep slowly expanding for the next 8 hours slowly twisting about in your guts until it feels like six litres, as you get mercilessly pumped”. The guard hugged her tummy. The cleansing foam was so much worse than the enema solution. But worse Kayla knew that the problem would only grow and grow over time.

  The guard reassured her that it would get worse.
    “Don't worry, I will add a note to your file that you need to have a nice high colonic enema every 8 hours. Then the cleansing foam will be perpetually replaced, so you always feel full. However, I am going to get them to slowly increase the volume to two litres of foam”. This woman was her own personal demon and she was now in hell. Kayla asked herself how she could get away!
    “Let’s see, force feeding variant 12 nutrient paste. That stuff tastes worse than old socks”. It truly tasted vial as it was forced down her protesting throat, triggering another round of punishment.

    “Your legs look sexy, but I have something to make them even better”. She felt fear rising up in her body as her right leg was freed and something was worked over her foot swiftly followed by the left. A set of extreme footwear that went up to just below her crotch encasing her legs. Once in place they mercilessly tightened up.
    “Now these heelless thigh high ballet boots have gyro stabilizers built into them, you can feel the internal claps on your toes and around your ankle. Then the foot pads on your souls have a stimulation function, it will feel like you’re being tickled. I am sure that will make it really interesting”! She was suddenly assaulted by new sensations and actually seemed to be trying to laugh into her gag, it was too much!

  The position of the table shifted so that she had to practically put all her weight on her toes.
    “Forced onto tip toe, yet held in that position. You will find it really hard to fall over while they are still incredibly punishing on your feet”. The shooting cramps in her toes had only just started, she wobbled backwards and forwards held in place by just the neck clamp. Not even putting her full body weight on her feet yet.
    “Let me just link them together with a short 4 inch tether hobble. Now that your properly restrained, I can release you from the processing station”. The security guard returned the boarding chit, attaching it to her forehead on the hood so that it could be scanned.

    “Now to get you moving I am clipping a lead from your collar to a compliance security drone that will drag you along. Oh, look it deployed a secondary set of anchors to your clamped tits, that looks painful”. It was fucking painful, but there was absolutely nothing that Kayla could do about it!
    “A second security drone will fly behind you. It has a corporal punishment module that has been set to liberally apply percussive persuasion to your behind, to encourage you. It’s set on punishment level 1 ... err let’s make that level 2”. She was slowly dragged away by the robot as the second one started to motivate her to progress faster.
    “The air hostess will take you to your seat ... it’s got a full pressure body restraint harness. For the full ten hours of the flight”.

  She patted Kayla on the back,
    “After you get to your destination there will be up to a two week quarantine in a secure location, until you get released from your current restraint package. Of course, your holiday is for two weeks so they might just send you back”. She was trapped like this. The thought of being trapped like this for two weeks had her utterly terrified. The cohesion chip fired again to keep her mind in balance.
    “Now just to be on the safe side, I am just going to flag you for every suspect list. So, you might be spending a little longer in that restraint package”. The cohesion chip fired yet again, as her panic levels spiked inside her bondage. Kayla was dragged off on her dream holiday.

	TWO WEEKS LATER

    “How did you enjoy your holiday Kayla? Wow they sent you back packaged the exact same way”. She raised her scanner over the holographic chit, though she had suspected something like this might happen. Really it was what she had planned all along.
    “Ouch, checking the records they left you in the same security package all holiday, guess you never got out”. The tourist squirmed against her bonds achieving little.
    “That belt was set to edge and punish. Wow, you haven't had any sleep or orgasms whatsoever”. She was incredibly frustrated at this point, but the belt wouldn't let her orgasm no matter how horny and desperate Kayla was.

    “Let’s just check your records, nutrient paste, and cleansing foam deep flush enema's. Made to do forced exercise rest periods in a hog-tie vacuum sack, not much of a life”. The cohesion chip had been working overtime to keep her mind from fracturing and disintegrating.
    “Let’s get you some industrial strength cleansing foam to fill you right up. You can feel the foam slithering up inside you, knotting your guts”. The detainee could testify that the industrial strength stuff was far worse than the regular cleaning foam that she had been forced to endure.

    “Now let’s switch up that anal plug from jack-hammer to bitch-breaker mode”. The intensity of the pumping in her rear shot up, the spikes inflating further to increase her torment.
    “Wow you’re having difficulty even standing up. Let me just adjust your corporal discipline helpers to give you more encouragement. I will raise the punishment setting to level 4. No, I am generous, level 5 there that should help you. You don't have to thank me. Let’s set them to give you a tour round the airport see you in two hour’s time, think of it as community service”. It was agony to be bound up like this, it was humiliating to be displayed like this. But Kayla had no hope of escaping her helpers as they led her off.

  After a slow torturous loop around the terminal as a warning to anyone who wanted to object to boarding procedures she came back to the start.
    “Well I hope you enjoyed that circuit. I am meant to release you now. But on second thoughts I have a much better idea”. That tiny stubborn hope that it might be over quickly faded away.
    “Why don't you come home with me? I have a nice tiny little high security cage I can shove you in under my bed. It will be a bit of a struggle but I am sure you will fit”. Kayla rejected that with every fibre of her being.

  The guard was not taking no for an answer, as she presented her offer formally.
    “Now be a good sub and digitally sign this permanent indentured servitude contract, to make it nice and official”. There was no way that she would give her consent, the security officers authority had to run out somewhere!
    “I can override this setting and force you to digitally sign an indentured servitude contract and it’s all legal, your my little bondage bitch”. The prisoner panicked struggling to run away, it was too late she was now officially the guards property.
    “I can have the feeding gag modified so it can be removed, so that you can actually put your tongue to work”.

    “Let me just get your head back into the machine, to modify the discipline hood. To add a nice little service hatch so you can put that tongue of yours to a proper use”. Having the hood modified was disconcerting but not anywhere as bad as being imprisoned in it in the first place.
    “Out it comes, I bet it feels good not to have the feeding probe down your throat for once after two weeks. A nice deep kiss … oh yes … your so fucking hot like this”. She was completely at the mercy of the security officer as she had the bitches tongue shoved down her throat.
    “Totally worth it ... now back in it goes, swallow the entire length like a good girl Kayla. Then I can lock this face plate over the top”.

  The entire length of the probe went back down the captive's throat then locked and inflated. The metal cap fixed over the top was more decorative than anything practical. The original restraints and precautions were already far too much for her to ever overcome.
    “Perfect, let me just order a year’s worth of industrial strength cleansing foam and nutrient paste. You’re not going to get one moment of peace as my plaything. As I train you to put that tongue to good use. I will give you the ass fucking of a life time with a nice big strap on. You shouldn’t have said that about my dental work all those years ago”. Kayla screamed inside the hood as her captors hands started to squeeze her body and she imagined the humiliations yet to come. Who would think that someone could take one little comment so personally and hold a grudge for so many years.

The end ...