Record Attempt 3 edited by Sadarax with contributions

The camera started to roll a title flicked up ‘At home with Annie & Helen’

The camera panned around a nicely furnished living room in quite a spacious apartment. There were two women sitting down on a sofa they were both dressed in quite informal attire. Glenda had a tight blue sweater and jeans. Helen wore a loose pair of black trousers and a black t-shirt. They had biscuits and coffee on a little table.

The camera focused in on Glenda as she put down her cup and smiled. “Glenda Jackson hear with the Daily Comet and SVMG Sunny View Media Group. Today I am at home with Annie, the world record holder for the longest time confined in a straight jacket, at two consecutive months two weeks longer than the previous record attempt. Annie is being looked after by her good friend Helen.”

The view panned back out so that both women were in the shot Helen grinned at the camera and smiled showing all her pearly white teeth. 

“Yes I act as her dietician, personal trainer, handler, and jailer.” she laughed at her own little joke and sipped a quick little bit of coffee.

Glenda patted her firmly on the shoulder in a reassuring manner. 

“Congratulations on coaching Annie through to success. I understand that you are continuing with the challenge for a further two months to really cement the record?”

Helen grinned. She seemed to be distracted by thoughts of something else for a second a wicked grin played across her lips.

“That is correct. Of course Annie will be able to make quite a lot of headway on the record giving us a comfortable lead.”

The two of them looked over and the camera panned right, there was a very feminine bundle in what looked like a sadistically tight restraint. Except for the occasional shift in position it would have been easier to think she was a doll a manikin or some form of sculpture. The camera panned up and down over the purple material tightly clinging to every curve that was sadistically subjugating its victim. Glenda’s voice could be heard of screen, “Her outfit looks like it had received quite a few upgrades over the last month. It appears that she doesn’t have any arms at all!”

Helen responded with a mock sort of denial. “Well Glenda, that’s not true. She is just wearing a very tight two layer jacket. Let me show you a series of pictures taken when this jacket was first applied.” The camera started to fade out and a picture of Annie faded in as Glenda commented, “Go on please.”

A very disgruntled looking oriental woman appeared. Her arms were held in an arm lock by someone off screen. Her jaws were painfully pried open around a gigantic ball. Her pussy was sealed behind a punishingly tight bit of steal. Helen commented over the picture, “As you can see in the first picture we see Annie just after her cleaning from the front in nothing but her harness, ball-gag and her chastity belt. You will note the enormous size of the ball gag, the harness and the tightness of the straps, as well as the secure nature of the chastity belt. This guarantees her good behaviour as there is a strong electrode right above her clitoris. The thigh bands on the chastity belt come with short surgical steel cables locking them onto the main belt. The next picture shows the same from the rear. You can really see the tight plug in the chastity belt. It has a rather subjugating effect on little Annie.” 

The image changed it was obviously the rear of the same woman and she did have a fantastic rear. Two people were holding her arms just off screen helping her hold still for the photo opportunity. Helen was quite proud of her handy work a veritable as spokeswoman for the-erotic-dungeon.com. “In the next picture you can see the first layer of the jacket on Annie from the rear. Annie is wearing it without anything being done up. The back has not been sealed. The clips have not been attached to the belt. She is just wearing it this is mostly done for demonstration purposes.”

The next picture showed a gagged and very embarrassed Annie forced into a fully tightened jacket. It did not look very comfortable but she didn’t look like she had much say in the matter. She was quite red with embarrassment as her breasts were on display. With the way the jacket squeezed her, it might have helped a lot contributing to her embarrassment.

“Now you can see it from the front the two cut outs for her breasts. They have a very tight reinforcement ring around the base of each breast, made from I think it was some form of high tensile cable locked in a loop. It really makes her breasts stand out obviously. You can see the half cups that support and lift her assets, making her look all the better.” Annie looked a lot less enthusiastic about her new outfit.

The picture changed again showing the rear of the jacket tightly clinched up around Annie, the effect it had on her waist was quite breathtaking for her and the audience.

“This picture is from the rear you can see the eight clips from the waist of the jacket tightly fixed to the chastity belt, making the garment that much tighter. Also you can see the back of the jacket fully laced up giving the full corset effect.” Helen continued to describe in detail exactly how secure the garment was; how the high security chastity belt was now thoroughly integrated into the restraint configuration.

The picture changed again the sleeves of the jacket had previously been fairly loose on the last picture. Now they had been artfully tightened around Annie’s limbs to the point where the poor girl probably didn’t have much movement with her arms crushed under layers of high tech fabric, the buckles, the laces, and the straps. They were little more than dead weight. It also showed off the redundant layers of fastenings wrapper around poor little Annie’s body. Helen described the image but it was quite self evident. “The next picture from the rear shows the arms with the laces and straps on the sleeves fully tightened but without the arms crossed you can see the zip plus six straps at the rear of the jacket all nice and snug.”

The next picture showed Annie very helpless her arms wrapped around her waist locked together in front of her. It didn’t look like she was enjoying herself one bit and it also looked like she didn’t have the slightest chance to object about her situation. It also showed how a pattern of eyelets on the sleeves matched a pattern of eyelets on the jacket promising that the restraint would become even more secure despite however much the look on Annie‘s face objected to it. “Now you can see Annie’s remarkable flexibility. Her arms actually go all the way behind her body around her waist and are locked at the front fingertip to fingertip. This might not be possible without cinching her waist so thin. But rest assured, every time her waist is squeezed any tighter, we take up the slack.” Helen proclaimed proudly. “The sleeves of the jacket have not been fully laced down but you can see the edges.” Helen was almost salivating as she described the restraint in detail. “This has the added bonus of forcing her chest to be thrust out most of the time, putting her lovely bosom on display and available for use.”

The next shot showed Annie from behind. The eyelets on the edges of the sleeves had been married to the eyelets on the jacket with what appeared to be steel cables. Their exact locking points were hard to see; perhaps somewhere inside the jacket. It was wickedly sadistically tight with no chance of Annie moving her limbs a millimetre. It did give a very nice shot of her bottom which was quite round and inviting especially with the chastity belt cleaving between her buttocks so tightly. Helen continued her commentary. “Now you see the next shot from behind note how the eyelets on the sleeves have now been laced to the eyelets on the jacket. The two are fused together very tightly. There is no chance of Annie moving her arms. You will also note the sexy purple silk stocking she is wearing clipped to the chastity belt.”

Glenda interjected a comment trying to draw a bit more detail from the hostess,
“The last jacket had a few surprises?”

Helen giggled, “This is the mark four jacket. It has a robust internal massage system. Using electro stimulation it can precisely affect her abdominal muscles, and her shoulders, back, neck, etcetera. It acts as a harsh punishment, controlling her body. Still turning it on when she is forced to exercise it is hilarious as she tries desperately to retain a lady like composure while trying to keep up with a relentless mechanical counter running backwards and forwards.” Helen’s voice dripped with sadistic glee and bit of respect and admiration for Annie’s abilities; despite the layers of restraint she was a fine athlete. 

The next picture reduced Annie to little more than an inhuman object; faceless, armless, her legs contorted with a pair of ridiculously high boots. Helen grinned. She liked what she saw. Even without the camera on her face you could pick it up from her voice. “With this shot you can see her from the front, the extra second layer is more like a tightly fitting waistcoat. It has been added to completely remove her arms, aesthetically of course, leaving it looking as if they never existed. It is really secure to boot, with several locks on the rear. As you can see her breasts poke through this layer as well. You can see the clamps in place over them. Now we have the first hood, also a sort of cold-form-rubber over Annie’s head; you can see how cute her pigtails are poking through. As the rubber heats up, it will contract quite uncomfortably, and it was already tight to begin with! She is trying to balance in her new pair of sky strider heels; they have a slightly smaller platform so Annie had to put that extra bit of effort into balancing on them having less surface area to work with.”

The image flashed and changed again showing the rear with the addition of a really tight hobble skirt. Annie was bound as tightly as it was possible to be bound and yet still to be able to move, probably from one torment to the next. “You can see Annie from the rear now, the back of the second layer of the jacket tightly laced up then the flap secured over the laces. You can see she is fitted with her tight hobble skirt; it connects and locks to both the boots and the belt making it that much more secure. This makes it quite difficult to keep up with the exercise regime I have prescribed for her. It still has a cut out for her rear as you notice. We’re not done with that. Also you might notice the slight variation in the hood. This is layer two, another tight rubber version.” Helen’s commentary changed as she went on, becoming more erotically charged, her voice became more husky as she looked over the pictures.

A final image came on the screen focused in on Annie’s chest she was dressed as she was now. The image was a bit pointless; they could have just focused in on her as she was standing there but it was fitting that she was almost excluded from a program that was primarily about her. “You can now see the view from the front Annie is wearing the third layer of her hood. It is like all of the hoods, very tight, adding its pressure on her already snugly wrappe cranium. The additional posture collar is on now, nice and tight. You can see the leash to her is a little different thicker. This has a remote activator on the loop handle. There is a little button that activates the electric shock. Also you can see the modesty covers that can be pulled up over her breasts for when she goes out in public.” Helen smiled, adding huskily. “Usually only in public.”

The final picture was gone and the broadcast was back to a live camera feed. The view panned back to Glenda and Helen sitting on the couch. Annie had been persuaded to sit between the two of them, though her compliance was probably in no small part to the leash in Helen’s hand. Glenda grinned and looked at Annie’s hooded face. “Helen you mentioned that Annie was getting a treatment from you for her sexual frustration.”

Helen ran her right hand over Annie’s hooded features. “On yes, we have a schedule. Two hours of edging and denial every morning and an hour and a half every night. She is a complete quivering mess at the end of every session. A few times her little gag comes out; she has promised me more than once that she would sign a contract where she would spend an entire year bound however I wished to bind her, if I would just let her orgasm just once.” 

There came a very faint plaintive wail from under the hood, followed by the plug in Annie’s ass vibrating, forcing her to struggle to sit up straight or face more shocks.

Helen squeezed her chest through the clamps running her hand over Annie’s restrained form grinning to Glenda. “Silly girl. After another two more months she will be happy to sign a contract to be bound up tight for five years just for the chance to have an orgasm! In fact I can bet I can get her to sign something making this little arrangement permanent.” The sadistic host of the show and the sadistic hostess both giggled.

Glenda leisurely pointed to Annie’s constricted and tormented bust. “You talked about an upgrade?“ Helen moved a little closer to Annie and the camera zoomed in on her attributes.

Helen had a wicked grin on her lips as she stroked the breast clamp’s outer surface. She seemed to fiddle with, something causing Annie to shift in position, her plug giving her more unwanted stimulation as a result and the electrodes given her another shock to keep her sitting upright. Helen stroked her pet’s exposed flesh between the oppressive looking clamps, making the bound girl moan. “Annie is still field testing these accessories. The spider cage clamps can be set anywhere from a pleasant stimulation to a brutal torture. The nipple locked through the centre here is specifically sensitive.” Helen removed the cover and started to play with the tightly clamped end of Annie’s pink nipple. The girl’s areola was larger than Glenda expected, but she smiled lustily, directing the camera to get a good view of it.

Helen began kneading the sensitive nubbin of flesh, which was still clamped by the harsh vice-like device pressing down behind the girl’s areola. Her teat was already very erect, and Annie’s breathing became more rapid. Helen giggled as she tugged and pulled and twisted on the sensitive bit of flesh. She whimpered, not seeming to like having her nipple played with one bit but had absolutely no way of resisting that didn’t punish her severely for just shifting her position. 

Helen kissed her on the tip of her nipple then drew back. “The little rubbery spikes on the inside of this model are quite a bit more stimulating, designed to constantly tweak and tease her nipples, adding to her sexual frustration. It keeps her even more frustrated than just the belt alone.” Annie seemed to sigh in relief as Helen pulled back from tormenting her over stimulated nipple.

The camera moved back as well allowing all three woman to be seen, Helen quickly took a sip of coffee. Glenda grinned mischievously. “Helen you mentioned that a collector had made an offer on the original gag?”

Helen imagined the torment of another poor soul other than Annie; she had a look in her eyes a little far off. “Oh yes, his wife has apparently tried it on for a couple of hours a day, he has also apparently got the second jacket from the people at the erotic dungeon.com for his collection. But he considers it a bit too severe for his wife except for special occasions.” The both of them grinned at the little joke.

Glenda’s hand wandered over to Annie’s knee she ran her hand down the length of her thigh she looked questioningly at Helen, “Her skirt still looks the same. It’s not upgraded?”

Helen stroked the skirt a hesitant look of disappointment crossed her face. “We did try a tighter model it took half an hour to get on Annie but despite whatever we did it was far too tight and immobilising, completely preventing her from moving from the spot. Kind of spoiling all the fun so she is using the model from last time. I still have the other one for special occasions when I don’t really want her to move about much at all.” The two of them grinned imagining all the possibilities and scenarios that they could use a device like that with. 

Glenda’s hands continued to run up and down Annie’s hobbled legs. They moved up and started to tweak and explore her hooded head. Glenda started to play with Annie, pulling on her pigtails. Annie didn’t like this one bit but had to fight the urge to move or speak out as it would only make her situation worse. Glenda grinned. “Helen, the last time we talked you mentioned that Annie was really misbehaving and that you had to go to some rather creative methods to keep her in line.”

Helen pushed Annie to one side forcing her to squirm back into place as the plug and electrodes harshly convinced her to maintain the proper position. “Well yes, I have been forced to adopt many little tactics to keep her in line. For example the triple hood system helps to really keep her In line ;her head enveloped by crushing layer of skin tight rubber after crushing layer of skin tight rubber really keeps her pacified. The hoods have been modified so that the feeding tube from the gag passes through them so I have very little need to let Annie out from there tight embrace.” Helen smiled, adding, “Even during her ‘out time’ of the suit for bathing.” Glenda ran her hands all over the hood tightly squeezing the impossibly restricted moulded rubber; she could just imagine her own little house guest wearing a similar set of sadistic restraints.

Glenda moved closer to look at the hood. She commented, “Does she still have those contact lenses called the solar shades under that lot?” She peered closely at the point where Annie’s eyes would be there were no real clues.

Helen grinned and seemed to sigh in contentment. “Oh yes! They came up with a far superior version safe for long term wear. Even at her cleaning sessions they don’t come out, I may have to re-evaluate. Their use it seems a bit redundant.” Glenda giggled and grinned, “I am sure that little Annie would miss them if you took them away from her.”

Helen grinned and gestured towards Annie’s neck which was held rigidly in place, her chin tilted a bit further back than was probably comfortable. “I forgot to mention one item with this posture collar. It has a little addition that makes it quite a formidable discipline option. There is a vocal sensor on the inside. If it detects Annie trying to speak it activates the plug sealed tightly in her ass so you could see she avoids making those little protesting grunts as much as possible, unless she likes having her ass tormented.” 

Glenda reached forwards and clicked the control mechanisms on the spider-cage over her uncovered breast, guiding the arms back into place with her fingers. After it was settled, she used the other controls and twisted both of Annie’s nipples using the tightening function on the torturer bra. Annie squealed into her gag then started to shift around uncomfortably as the plug sprang to life! She managed to muffle her cries and keep her body still. The plug slowly dropped down reducing its assault Glenda grinned. “I guess she does like having her ass tormented after all.”

The camera panned down and focused in, Glenda carefully looked at the shoes that Annie was wearing. She reached out and felt them. “They seem to have some sort of bulge just behind the arch of the foot is there some cunning mechanism there?” The camera panned back and focused on Helen and the look of pure malevolence on her face.

Helen grinned slyly, admiring the impossibly high heeled boots. “Annie was lucky enough to trial a new pair of ballet heel boots. These sky strider heels have a tickler modification. A roller is held up against her bare feet inside the shoe. It has an abrasives coating of bristles, I can just activate it and she can’t stop giggling into her gag.”

Helen pressed a button on a nearby remote control and Annie was suddenly making a bit of noise, which triggered the plug in her ass, which made her move out of position, which caused the electrodes to shock her muscles, making her try to stay in place. The bound girl fought against the vicious cycle of discipline shocks and stimulation that threatened to overwhelm her, while giggles were still forced from her, barely able to keep them from growing larger. She shivered on the spot, barely noticeably, trying to keep still under the torment.

Helen looked very lustily and satisfied at the effect, and continued, not letting up on the tickling for the moment. “She finds it hard to stand up as the posture sensors zap her. She is, of course, making a noise that the collar can pick up so it activates the plug locked behind her, leaving an over stimulated squirming mess begging for release, barely able to stand and squirm!” Helen grabbed Annie’s leash and hauled her to her feet. She was barely able to stand with all the various stimulation. She moaned through her giggling, fighting to barely maintain her posture position. She had just barely managed to get a hold of her composure, when Helen thumbed the button on the remote control again, kicking the tickling and the torment up a notch. Annie was thrust into a renewed struggle to keep herself still and standing up straight, as Helen and Glenda played with the remote control, mercilessly tickling the poor girl.

The way she twitched and struggled against her impossibly tight restraints was a testament to the torment of her poor encased body.

Glenda reached out and touched Annie’s waist, running her fingers up and down over the outline of the belt. She looked at Helen questioningly as she reached behind and tried unsuccessfully to slip a finger under the tight chastity device. “Has the belt changed much?”

Helens hand landed a firm pat on Annie’s exposed bottom and gave it a squeeze like a ripe grape fruit. “Annie takes a XXXL dominator custom made butt plug mark 2. As you know It expands and contract with an outer rubber sheath that acts a little like a balloon. Now this process is automated, most delightfully. The more she struggles, the more sound she makes, the bigger it inflates! Versus the quieter and calmer she is, well it will become more comfortable. Unfortunately for Annie, it stays inflated for a period of minutes per second of sound, and will continue growing larger and larger if she continually makes noise. But she gets no leeway with it staying inflated. The first noise and it grows bigger.”

Helen took both her hands and began groping Annie’s almost bubble butt, bouncing the cheeks and harshly squeezing her. This only made the poor tormented and still tickled girl twitch and squirm, emphasizing the penetrating plug lodged up her backside.

Helen’s voice seriously hinted at arousal as she continued. “Also it deploys more aphrodisiac if she makes a noise or moves, thus increasing her torment. It’s deeply ribbed and slowly turns and vibrates inside her in reaction to movement. This is the second model with a much more powerful motor so it needs to be charged far more often. She is normally plugged in of a night time. Annie still absolutely hates the enforced exercise periods.”

Glenda grinned at both the sadistic dom and the bound girl. “I bet you turn it up when you make her exercise.” Helen grinned wordlessly as Annie continued to squirm about, keeping her body as still and as quiet as possible with the heels slowly tormenting the soles of her poor little feet. It was a losing battle as the plug in her rear slowly grew and grew, leaking more chemicals into her body.

Glenda started to stroke Annie around her hood, cupping her jaw and moving it around she looked questioningly at her hostess. “Helen you mentioned the feeder gag before. Has it seen any use?”

Helen shrugged her shoulders, looking a little disappointed. “I do get it out every couple of days. Well more like once a week. It doesn’t mesh too well with the hoods. We were thinking of getting a modified version of the feeder gag integrated with the layered hoods. It’s a bit complex and the people at The-Erotic-Dungen.com are still working on it but its something for the future.” Glenda nodded “I am sure that they will crack it in time.”

Glenda stroked Annie around her tightly encased middle. She had a tone of mock sympathy in her voice. “Is the poor dear still experiencing hunger pangs as a side effect of the erotic lube?” Helen grinned she switched off the torturous foot tickling. Annie seemed to sigh in relief and remained perfectly still.

Helen stroked the girl’s cheek. “Yes, she is. We have a large batch of the formula, but they had to change the formula as it was causing a few issues with sales, so I will only be able to prolong it for a month at most.” Glenda looked a little disappointed at the news. Annie, if it was possible, seemed to let out a sigh of relief that eventually that particular form of torment would end.

“I am looking into other dietary supplements that will dramatically kick her appetite up again. I have some connections which say things are promising.”

Helen gestured for Glenda. “Be a dear and hold her for a minute I have a surprise for her.”

She went to a cupboard and removed a little silver product case, from inside it she removed a purple spray can. It was quite small but somehow quite menacing. She had Glenda stand back as she draped a plastic sheet over the sofa. Annie was pushed back onto the sofa and Helen held out the can. She was in full sales mode after a pause to take a deep breath. “They have invented a new spray they like to call The Contractor. It causes items made from the cold-vacuum-form-rubber to tightly contract. Of course I haven’t tried yet. It should be reversible with a spray of the solvent, but it might permanently fuse the hood tightly to her head. Now wouldn’t that be terrible Annie?”

Even through the three layers of hoods, Annie could obviously hear her as she immediately started to try and get up off the couch. She bent and twisted in protesting, trying to squirm or roll away, howling into her gag! She did all this despite the powerful shocks and the unwanted stimulation from the plugs and electrodes.

Glenda grinned, “Let’s use it now.” 

Helen had a truly evil look on her face as she emptied the contents of the small can over the hood. The material took on a glossy almost liquid appearance; it seemed to grow tighter and tighter. Annie was not a fan of the sensation and began to struggle and buck against her restraints for all she was worth, even as she howled from the implements tormenting her body, disciplining her for moving against permission. Mostly she only managed to flop and roll around on the couch. 

Her two tormentors took a step back to admire the view. The camera focused in on Annie as the hooded girl panicked as the hood around her head grew tighter and tighter and tighter. Glenda let out a whistle she was impressed. “Wow that looks so small! And it still seems to be trying to shrink.”

Annie was still manically trying to shake off the hood adhered to her head. It seemed somehow to be getting worse and worse for her. Helen’s face was flush as she stroked Annie’s squirming form, and held her down forcing, turning her round so that the camera got the best view. She grinned, “Yes you can see that there’s movement. The second hood must have started to absorb the chemical.” The hood didn’t seem to move for a few more seconds and Annie seemed to calm down a little then it seemed to start again as the hood grew tighter yet again Helen grinned. “There. The third layer seems to be active. Can you imagine how tight that is under that lot?” Glenda grinned. “Oh yes I imagine Annie is quite thoroughly pacified with that effect.” The camera focused in it looked like Annie had been dipped in rubber not that she was wearing some form of hood. It was so tight every layer and feature of her face could be seen it was eerie and a little unnerving unless you were a complete sadist.

The camera panned back Glenda and Helen hauled Annie back to her feet. Helen grinned, patting her pretty prisoner on her cute little head. “It should stop reacting in a few minutes. Poor little Annie, isn’t it nice and tight?” Annie was in no position to answer. The effect of having the hood tighten down over her head must have been quite a shock. She had no escape from any of her tormentors whims.

Glenda examined Annie looking at her legs feeling them through the skirt. “How is Annie’s fitness and flexibility with the jacket?”

Helen gently guided Annie to move around so that she could show Glenda the back of Annie’s bottom. Helen grinned. “We maintain Annie’s flexibility through a number of incredibly harsh stress positions, ensuring that she remains in them to keep her muscles supple. For her exercise we have been trying a new piece of gym equipment that is like a treadmill but she is suspended above it. She has to keep up with certain rest and intensive movement programs. I think we have even improved on her overall level of fitness. Of course the treadmill is connected to some encouragement features already locked on her body to ensure her compliance, so she has a lot of encouragement.” 

Glenda could just imagine it. “You will have to take some pictures for me.” Helen shook her head. “If you want to see Annie exercising you will need to get a subscription like everyone else at the-erotic-dungeon.com.” Glenda looked a little disappointed that she was not going to get a show Annie was turned back around. 

She examined the front of the hood covering Annie’s head, trying to ascertain the size of the gag wedged in her mouth. She questioned the hostess. “What happened with the gag?” Helen looked a little disappointed she shrugged her shoulders. “Annie has not had an upgrade in a while they have something in the works. But they indicated that they would need to pull out her wisdom teeth and the last molar on each side top and bottom to make it fit right.” Helen paused she waved her hand in a sort backwards and forwards motion. She couldn’t decide “Still I am considering going ahead with it.”

Helen smiled she reached up and squeezed Annie’s jaw, looking at the hood imagining an even larger gag stretching it out. Glenda shrugged. “How is her diet?” Helen grinned in a sadistic manner she checked a list off on her fingers one by one.

“All the main food groups are covered. Orgasm Suppressing drugs? Check. Aphrodisiacs? Check. High fibre liquid diet check.” They both grinned showing a lot of teeth in a smile that would make a shark proud.

Glenda stroked Annie along her hood. She giggled. “Let’s talk about poor little Annie’s sleeping arrangements.” 

Helen gestured towards a bedroom door, “Well slightly less than a month ago we got a bondage bed. It is wickedly evil. It gives automated soothing massages to help someone sleep with minimal electric currents and a few massaging arms. Of course it comes with lots of straps to make sure its guest, or victim depending on the setting, can't wiggle to much.”

Glenda smiled. “Oh I remember you telling me about that one. It had a few eccentric functions.” Helen’s grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Annie got to try the internal stimulating functions. It made her intestinal muscles work backwards. The technician had to make all sorts of adjustments to get it working right, there were days of trial and error but Annie is now enjoying electrical rectal override stimulation. I am told the levels of electrostimulation require are akin to feeling extremely harsh cramps, long and rolling, but in reverse which not only heightens the potential discomfort but is very unnerving. The way she squirms when we turn it on and her ass sucks on the plug inside her is hilarious. One of the few times the hoods come off is so I can see the look on her face. The embarrassment in her eyes when her body is forced to suck down an enema into herself. ”

The two of them grinned sharing a moment of pure evil delight, Helen continued as Glenda ate up every word. “As you know Annie loathes having an enemas. I love doing product demonstrations with Annie. They include detailed explanations of massages techniques. Sometimes I have to show a group the same thing eight or ten times. As I said before I have a tiny sadistic spot so perhaps it is not entirely necessary but I am sure the audience finds it very entertaining even if Annie doesn’t.“ 

Glenda made a mock horrified face. “I am sure it was necessary. I am sure you will treat us to a further demonstration of your accumulated expertise today?” Helen grinned trying to look modest and failing she gestured towards a machine in the corner of the room. The camera focused in it there was a large sturdy frame connected to a big set of cisterns, motors, and canisters with a little black control panel in the centre. The camera panned back to Helen who was holding a remote control.

She grinned and looked into the camera, “See with a press of this button and Annie’s plug has started vibrating and shocking her like mad. There is a little beep that indicates when she gets closer to the enema machine.” Annie was suddenly blindly shuffling around the apartment. She seemed to have a rough idea of the general location and direction carefully, avoiding furniture circling around it. Helen grinned some more “I have set it on automatic. Unless she manoeuvres herself over to It, it will keep getting worse. Unless she wants that, she will lock herself in place. How humiliating.” Annie got closer and closer to the machine simply following the incessant beeping. She seemed to stop her feet at a horizontal bar. She carefully stood next to it and moved forwards until a padded bar was just below her hips.

Helen grinned  “I just love her. She heads in the right direction, bumps into the machine, bends over. She even puts her own head in the collar.” After a little stretching the collar snapped in place around Annie’s neck, and another several restraints extruded from the frame, snapping into lockdown and securing Annie to the frame. Helen walked over to the contraption. “There she goes. All tightly locked in place. All the work of wrestling a naughty little submissive automated.” 

Helen stroked Annie’s bottom while fiddling with the complex looking machine. "Now Annie, it's time to clean you out. The new upgrades to this machine give us so many options with your usual half-gallon of warm soapy water. I could add some coffee grounds or some hot oil or some of those aphrodisiacs or perhaps that detergent that made you squirm like you were itching on the inside.” Helen leaned close to Annie as if listening to her. She spoke quite loudly and theatrically. “You get to decide, what enema do I add?”

Helen cupped the poor girl’s chin. Smiling she bent down and pretended to listen. Annie was probably begging into the gag. Helen got up and flipped four switches. “Alright, I guess it’s a little extreme but I will add everything in like you wanted, Annie.” She patted her pretty little prisoner on the back and took a few steps back so that the camera got the full show.

The machine activated. There was a large black pipe at the centre of the machine. All the various tubes joined together in some sort of mixing vessel behind it. The pipe automatically extended on a short arm and connected to the plug at the back of Annie’s belt with a dull click. Helen grinned, looking to Glenda she explained in an excited voice. “It’s voice activated.”

She cleared her throat. “Voice Activation: Automated process enable program full bore.”

The machine started to chug away. Instantly Annie was twitching and mewling into her gag in protest. Helen stroked and massaged Annie’s belly while the machine did its work. It seemed to make the girl even more miserable. The machine was quite quick to pump Annie full, taking maybe a minute to a minute and a half. Annie’s eyes bulged, even though no one could see them behind her bondage hood. She felt incredibly full, and so ridiculously swiftly too boot! Her guts heaved and protested sharply at not only being filled but not having any time to adjust.

Helen grinned. She was far from finished with poor Annie. “Voice activation: Tighten Fold Lock.”

The machine responded to Helen’s voice command. The collar holding Annie’s neck got lower and lower. A pair of clamps tightly locked around Annie’s ankles. Inch by inch she was folded over the bar at her waist, until her head was practically touching her knees! Her sexy bottom was forced to stick up in the air and with the volume of liquid inside her. it must have been very uncomfortable. But it was nowhere near finished.

“Voice activation: Punishment Bands,” Helen commanded.

Two bands of metal came out of the machine, linking together; one around her body just below the horizontal bar below her hips and one just above her shoulders. The two bands of metal grew tighter. Helen grinned some more. “Voice activation: Tighten.” They got a lot tighter, making Annie’s flesh bulged around them. There was some sort of click as they locked in place. Helen uttered one final command. “Voice activation: Cycle.”

The machine started to gurgle and pump. Some horrible process was added to the mix that seemed to send Annie into an even more uncomfortable state.

Annie’s insides were subjected to an endless enema cycle. She’d be rapidly emptied and then rapidly filled, repeating over and over again. Unknown to her, the machine increased the total influx volume by a tiny amount each time. There were safety measures in place, but Annie was going to steadily, if slowly, be filled more and more the longer she was left hooked up the machine.

Helen smiled and stepped forward. She reached her hand down and massaged Annie’s belly through the material of her suit. She could feel the rumbling and gurgling as the machine used Annie’s bowels like its own personal water-park playhouse.

“Annie really hates her wash cycle. Too bad for her, I quite like it.”

Annie was trembling and thrashing lightly in her bent over very uncomfortable position. Glenda could see on Annie’s bosom the spikes massaging themselves into her flesh, and there was the faint buzz of the stimulators. She nodded approvingly.

Helen noticed and grinned. “Soon she’ll start getting her electrical stimulation. Need to keep her muscles… and other tissues… in tip top shape. But being so tightly bound, I’m afraid the efficiency isn’t very good. So she’ll need a long time of prolonged stimulation.”

She stood up and patted Annie’s bottom. “But she needs time for her wash cycle two. It’s like killing two birds with one stone.”

Helen grinned at Glenda as she grabbed her purse. “Let's go and get some lunch. There is an Italian restaurant over the road.”

Glenda smiled back picking up her own bag. “Yes, let’s dear.”

The camera lingered on Annie then switched off.

The camera came back on. It tracked the journalist and the hostess getting back to the apartment. Helen grinned patting Glenda on the back. “Well that was a hoot, even if we had to wait almost an hour for service.”

Glenda put down her purse.“Yes but the meal was lovely. Hmm, has Annie been locked in that machine for two hours?”

Helen checked the clock and giggled. “Actually it's over two and a half hours.”

She grinned. “Voice activation: Disengage.”

The machine sprang to life the hose disengaged the tight bands released and Annie was slowly unfolded. As soon as the collar was released, Annie shot up from her bent over position as the posture correcting electrodes re-engaged,,making sure that she was as standing as rigid as ever despite her poor little quite full stomach. Her feel remained bound in place, despite her now standing upright.

Helen walked over to Annie and she gestured for Glenda to follow. Helen hummed with pleasure as she placed her hands upon Annie’s belly, while the poor girl had to stand as rigid as possible, unmoving and unable to pull away. Helen demonstrated a complex massage technique on Annie that looked like she was kneading dough with her stomach, which made the poor little girl squirm while standing rigidly upright.

The hostess waved her forwards Glenda. The other woman hesitated for a second then she tried to duplicate the massage hand motions on Annie. Helen shook her head, and she showed her it again. By this time Annie was gnawing on her mouth gag in frustration and discomfort. Glenda tried once more, but still Helen demonstrated further, and so on until Glenda got it right. Annie meanwhile was desperately pulling against her bonds anything to escape this torment, but she could not even shuffle away.

When Glenda had mastered the technique, and had her fingers sunk deeply into Annie’s overfull plumped up belly, she glanced at the clock. “Helen, I believe that you are due to give Annie her evening session of edging and denial. Would you mind if I accompanied you? I have a few little tricks that you might find interesting.”

Helen clapped her hands together with a wide grin of glee. “Why Glenda! Considered it an open invitation!”

Helen activated the tantaliser function on the belt it was a new level of pain and humiliation for Annie, to be mercilessly stimulated while suffering from her engorged belly, she lost her balance and fell into the waiting arms of Helen and Glenda who dragged her away for more torment and stimulation as she weakly struggled.

Glenda snickered and said, “How about we put Annie on a special program to help her feel more aroused when she’s full of an enema. With the stimulation I’m planning, her body will to associate being so full and cramping with that sexual stimulation, and thus become aroused even when it’s absent. I imagine it will be very confusing for her brain, feeling pain and pleasure mixing so thoroughly. But I am looking forward to what she will be like at the end of another two months.”

Helen and Glenda laughed together, and then shared a kiss as all three disappeared into Annie’s bedroom. Then the camera switched off.