Spies & Ties

Part 1

  If you thought of a female spy from a movie you might think of some beauty in a skin tight spandex catsuit. Using some sort of advanced gadget to climb up a wall past more mundane security. You might think of a woman on her guard in a trench coat and hat with dark glasses hiding her identity. You would probably not envisage someone dressed as an air-conditioning engineer slowly working their way around an office doing the actual servicing. She wore a lose fitting jump suit and carried a bag. She moved past the security checkpoint discarded the jumpsuit, beneath it she wore clothes that made her look indistinguishable from any other office worker.

  Claudia was a professional, she was trained in many different clandestine expertise. She had short black hair that could easily be tucked under a number of different disguises. This time she was breaking into her own governments offices. She was not a turn coat, instead she had a personal matter to deal with. Something that came before her oaths to country. She wanted revenge on a particularly powerful government official. Certain information, well a copy of certain information had fallen into her hands. Revealing the truth behind a particular tragedy. She was by nature sceptical a critical thinker. She wanted to believe it, but she had to be sure that the evidence was not a forgery. It might have been a clever trick, so she had to see it for herself before she would truly believe.

  Behind her there was a cleaner slowly following her path, she wore her hair tied up under a hair wrap. She moved past the same security check point where a guard slowly snoozed away and dreamed of going home for the weekend. The cleaner stepped into a cleaning cupboard and another very smartly dressed office worker stepped out. Susanna had long wavy blond hair, she flicked it out and started to march down the corridor. With a pile of random papers and letters in her hand she looked like she had something important to do and no one was going to interrupt her. She followed the first spy. She was not there in any official capacity. True she wanted to stop her, but she wanted to stop her friend and lover from throwing her life away on a suicide mission.

  Claudia had easily dealt with the lock on the lift and the security device. She had gone down to the basement of the ware house and found the correct archive room. A simple lock on a door a filing cabinet and she was sure that she was searching in the right place. She found the right date and a copy of the orders. Her body seemed to freeze and her hand rose to cover her mouth. You might have expected a river of tears but a few were enough. She had found the evidence that the government official, the governor Soven had been responsible. She pushed her emotion away and examined the papers in closer detail. Yes, her parents had been killed on his orders. Before her mother could surpass his political position and challenge him. She carefully verified it all in minute detail. It was legitimate, now she wanted blood. Not the assassin who had carried out the deed. But the hand behind the curtain, she wanted Soven dead.

  Claudia spun around drawing her pistol, she was expecting a guard, it was not. She didn't fire instead holstered her weapon, her friend Susanna was standing there.
    “Was it true”?
    “Yes” she looked ready to cry. Her friend looked at her,
    “So, it was Soven all those years ago”. She looked at her walking towards her and told her
    “Claudia you plan to kill him now, of course you do. The person you are after is too powerful a member of the inner committee. Even if you do succeed you know they have the retribution protocol. They will kill you my little one. You and the rest of your surviving family as revenge, there is no way out if you do that”. She thought about it if she killed them, then she was also signing her cousins death warrant that made her pause.
    “I could protect them hide them”, Susanna held her head between her hands,
    “You would not be able to hide yourself, meet me hear I have a safe house. Let us discuss this it is a time for reflection not action”.

  They had gone at it for hours looking for some solution. Some way of pinning it on a rival or foreign actor, some way to make it look like an accident. Some way of prying Soven out of his position. It was not looking good, Claudia still wanted revenge bad enough to do it. She would send her cousins a way out and then head off. She was fed up with talking she went to leave. Susanna stood in her way a hand on her shoulder a tear forming in her eye
    “I can’t let you kill yourself”.
    “They were my parents … I have to do it”.
    “For the love we shared, stay and we can find another way together”.

    “I can’t, there is only one way” Susanna refused to back down, they ended up pushing and then shouting against each other. One telling the other to get the hell out of her way, the other telling her to sit the fuck down. Both of them were trained fighters but they were both holding back, they were just two people full off emotion. It was more like two school girls shoving each other in the playground. Neither of them considered that the other would escalate it into something dangerous yet.

  Claudia did not want to hurt the woman standing in her way, she could see the reasons why she stood in her way. Part of her wanted her to stop her to calm her down, but a far larger part of her could only see Soven with a bullet in his head. She waited until her opponent was a little off balance shoving her hard. Then she tried to dive past her and make a run for it, Susanna was a little quicker than her opponent anticipated. Recovering her balance, she tackled her lover as she tried to bolt past her and run off to her certain death. Her lover twisted out of her grip and tried to punch her in the chin. She blocked it with a sweep of her forearm, both of them were now fighting seriously. Fists and feet elbows and knees collided at a frenetic pace. Susanna was trying to beat some sense into her lover, Claudia was trying to land a knockout blow.

  The two of them ended up wrestling on the floor. Susanna tried to choke her opponent into unconsciousness. They ended up rolling with Claudia eventually pinning Susanna down on the floor. Swiftly she pulled out a small hypodermic needle, she had a non-lethal way of dealing with opponents. Now she was going to jab her and end the fight saying,
    “Don't worry my love you will just be asleep for a couple of hours”. Susanna with a surprising burst of speed and agility twisted at the last moment. She redirected the attack jabbing the syringe into Claudia's side. The empty syringe clattered to the ground and Claudia felt herself falling into Susanna's arms. She tried to think of a suitable insult, but her world went blank before she could move her lips.

  Claudia woke up she shook her head embarrassed. It must have been two hours later. It was a standard anaesthetic you could get in any hospital. She used it all the time, it was embarrassing to fall foul of her own trick. She quickly surveyed her situation, she was on a mattress in just her black underwear her wrists and ankles were held with zip ties. She pulled on them They were rather tight, her arms were tied behind her back. Her feet were held together, looking round her clothing was laid out on a chair next to her. The room was in a deep-cover safe house, there were some other bits of furniture in the room a rug a few pictures, there was a window. She could see the tools of her trade neatly arranged, her service pistol in the holster with the spare clip and silencer. Her ankle holster with the tiny back up gun next to it. Her knife a set of lock-picks and her syringe kit as well as her various id's and passes all neatly arranged.

  She was going to hop over and get her knife get dressed and get out. Looking round the room the lock was heavy duty as was the door. Before she could start working out how to pick the lock there was a heavy click and the door swung open. Claudia was on her guard as Susanna came in with a tray it had two coffee's and a sandwich sitting on it.
    “My love let me go, this is not what I want. Let me get my revenge”. Susanna shook her head placing the tray down,
    “I hoped that a few hours’ sleep might have made you more reasonable, but I guess that is not to be”.
    “Come on let me out” She looked her over and told her friend.
    “Claudia I am not letting you go yet. You have to calm down will you be reasonable”?

  She pulled on her bound hands finding the zip ties to be rather more solid than she anticipated.  
    “Susanna now that I have a chance to reconsider perhaps my course of action is rash. Please let me go, the two of us could just lie together for a little bit. Maybe you don’t need to remove the restraints and we can have a bit of fun like old times”. Claudia was trying to convince her captor to let her go she raised an eyebrow. But she was not buying it, not letting her prisoner go. Claudia sighed and slumped her shoulders Susanna was definitely not letting her go. Claudia opened her mouth as her captor put the coffee to her lips, it was just the way she liked it. Susanna leaned in and kissed her prisoner, Claudia was hand fed her food and drink. Her arms were still firmly bound behind her back with the thick plastic zip ties.

  Susanna looked her prisoner in the eyes,
    “Now there is a bathroom to the side, if I free your feet you go there you do your business. You come back out I tie you back up without any fuss and we can be nice and civil. If you try something stupid my dear I stop playing around and you are treated as a proper prisoner no mercy no clothes no consideration just harsh restraints”. Claudia nodded
    “I swear to you that I will behave”. Susanna nodded and picked up the knife cutting the zip tie freeing her feet, so she could use the en-suit toilet herself. In the toilet Claudia turned around and set the tap running. She gritted her teeth and twisted round so that her hands were in front of her. She twisted in a painful manner putting pressure on her wrists snapping the cuffs freeing her hands. She managed to stifle the cry of pain. Looking round the room there was nothing that she could use as a weapon. She considered her lovers words for a moment, but she didn't plan to behave. It would be simple, take her captor by surprise and give her a jab with the needle. She kicked the door open and dived out. Going to her case for her syringe kit to knock Susanna out, the same way she had been knocked out.

  Claudia sprinted desperately across the room unimpeded by the restraints in just her underwear. She seemed to have caught Susanna of guard. She felt a thrill when she picked the case up only to find that the kit was empty. Her knife was missing and she was sure that her guns were probably empty. She had to conclude that Susanna was indeed expecting it and quite ready for her as she jabbed her again with the syringe, this time in the bottom. Claudia could feel herself blacking out, with the certain knowledge that things would be far far worse for her when she came to. Susanna looked down at her,
    “I am disappointed, you brought this on yourself”.

  Claudia woke up her head hurt, she might have been given a much stronger dose. Looking about Susanna had been very busy. The room was completely clear of anything but the mattress, there were no pictures or anything else. It was as if she had removed any possible item that her prisoner could use. The window had been boarded over a big bit of plywood and several heavy planks nailed into the frame. With some embarrassment the spy realised that she was now completely naked. She tried to complain but she couldn't say a lot. There was a large balled up rag in her mouth with a couple of strips of duct tape over it to keep it in place. Susanna had really made sure that she had little chance to get away. Claudia's arms were fixed behind her back. There was a zip tie around her wrists and above and below her elbows forcing them to meet. Her ankles and knees were fastened together with more zip ties, testing her bonds it was quite secure. Susana seemed to be quite intent on keeping her a prisoner. She was a little infuriated to say the least, but it was not a challenge she couldn't overcome given a bit of time.

  Claudia sat up on the mattress and looked about, a quick scan around the room showed her a floor board that was pulling up and more importantly a nail that would be just what she wanted. She rolled off the mattress and crawled across the floor. She got into the right position and moved around until her fingers found the lose nail on the floor board. She twisted her weight about on the floor board until it started to work completely lose. She used that nail to free her wrists and then with a great deal of twisting her elbows. With some relief she pulled off the tape and spat out the gag. Examining it she saw a large silk scarf a pair of tights plus one of her sock. The nail in hand She started to work on freeing her legs.

  Before she could work on freeing her ankles the door slammed open. Susanna had a tray with her, on it was delivery fast food from their favourite restaurant as well as a few other supplies. She took one look at Claudia giving her a disappointed stare. Her prisoner caught in the attempt to get away jumped up as best she could, maintaining her balance. She started to back away at a shuffle, the best she could with her legs still bound together. Susanna dropped her shopping and slowly started to advance on her prisoner telling her,
    “Claudia I need to keep you tied up nice and tight for your own good. Or you will do something stupid that will get yourself killed. Obviously I didn't tie you up quite tightly enough just accept your position. I will tie you back down a little more tightly. But if you resist I will be forced to secure you in a very stringent way that you won’t like at all”.

  Claudia tried to make a hop for it keeping her arms raised. Susanna was faster she closed the distance sweeping her legs out from under her. Susanna tripped and pinned her prisoner to the floor sticking a syringe in her bottom. The trained spy felt so unbelievably frustrated if only she had gotten her legs free. She was normally the one who uses the drugs, it was really quite humiliating to be constantly kept in line with her own supplies. Claudia managed to curse rather loudly,
    “Fucking hell” then collapsed limp, blacking out. The next time she woke up things would be a hell of a lot worse. She was not looking forwards to that in any way shape or form. Those were the last thoughts that swirled in her mind before the blackness took her.

  Her head pounded, she had been hit with a lot of sedative. She woke up again her body and mind sluggish she was in darkness. This time it seemed that Susanna had been really busy. Claudia was still naked her arms behind her back. This time her fingers were taped together with lots of electrical tape. Wrapped into one big solid ball that would be a true nightmare to unwrap and escape from. There were zip ties around her wrists multiple sets biting into her flesh. More heavy duty zip ties secured her limbs above and below her elbows they had all been pulled paralyzingly tight. Even more of them had been used digging into her biceps and the mid-point on her fore arms. They were all a lot tighter than before, Susanna was not messing about. Claudia's mouth had all the rags shoved back into it. Plus, some more and what felt like some large round rubber ball in the centre to pack it all in tight. On top of that there was a tight wrap of tape round her jaw rather than a few strips holding it in place.

  There was a piece of tape over her eyes that didn't seem to want to shift, perhaps another wrap. There was a strong hemp rope that was attached from her wrists to her waist and a tight crotch rope tying her tightly that sank between her legs tight enough to be a punishment in itself. Her ankles knees and thighs were wrapped in many zip ties that bit into her flesh holding her tight. The rope from her waist ended tied around her ankles hog tying her feet with very little room to move. There was even a zip tie around her big toes, that seemed ridiculous but it did manage to stop some of her movement a little. She was still not beaten, even with these substantial bonds she was sure that she would find a way out, even if it took her all day.

  She spent an hour wiggling until she could finally get the blindfold off. Claudia was looking around the room to repeat that earlier trick. All the floor boards had been hammered down there were no lose nails that she could see. There were marks on the walls where something was going to be put and the window had been even more thoroughly boarded over. It looked like Susanna was getting really serious. With lots of struggling the desperate prisoner managed to get up against a wall and work the rope against a clip for the radiator, until she has undone the hogtie. She unfolded with relief she was exhausted after the exertion. Then it all seemed to have been bit of a pointless effort. Her captor returned moments after she had finished, because there were still so many layers of bonds to free herself from.

  The door to the room had opened literally ten seconds after she had unfolded and started to take a breather. Susanna had returned, she didn't look happy to see her captives escape attempt. She told her   
    “Claudia you’re a very bad girl, I am going to have to put you in purpose made max security restraints. It’s for your own good to keep you from throwing your life away. Really your continued escape attempts have forced my hand, you have brought this on yourself”. She had a hand cart with several boxes on it. She said that,
    “I am a good friend it is my duty to take care of you.” She sat her prisoner down on the mattress that had now been screwed to the floor with nylon straps over the corners and with two across it cutting it into thirds making sure it couldn't be moved about. Looking round Claudia was getting very worried, She could see where some eye-bolts were installed and more were planned all over the room in the walls they looked new, just for her.

Spies & Ties

Part 2

  Claudia’s captor opened up the contents of the boxes slowly laying them out for Claudia to see while providing her with a commentary. She showed her rolls of elasticated bandages and medical tape. Explaining,
    “I am going to wrap your hands in the bandages to protect them, the layers of bandages will make it really hard for you to get away from me, if you can’t use your fingers. Especially when I tape them up with medical tape. The electrical tape is just temporary this will last a really long time”. She showed her a pair of elbow length thick rubber bondage mittens that seemed to be as rigid as casts.  
    “They have a wonderful security feature. I have to heat them up with a blow drier to make the mittens soft enough to move. Then I can wrap them over your arms and the layers of bandages. When they cool down they will clamp down really tight like a vice and it will be almost impossible for you to remove them. As if I will ever give you the chance to try, your arms will be held in a straight jacket very soon, locked away where you can’t use them”.

  Susanna mimed wearing a straight jacket struggling futilely against her bonds. Claudia gave her a withering look over her gag as her captor gave her a little smile back.
    “You might be wondering what has happened to your orders over the last couple of days. Your primary contact, your next mission. I have done some digging, I found one of your mothers friends. She was able to pull a few strings and you have been assigned on a deep cover operation for the foreseeable future. With myself nominated to look after your affairs until such time as you come back from your mission”. Claudia felt very nervous some of the deep-cover operations could last for years even a decade. It could be a very long time before someone came to look for her. She needed to get to that contact that Susanna had made. Maybe they could help her get revenge or at least get her cousins away from the repercussions of her actions, if only she could get free from these bonds.

  Susanna shook out a bundle of leather showing her that it was a straight jacket made of black leather. It was really heavy duty with a set of laces a zipper to go over the laces and eight straps on the back. It was really solid with the laces hidden before the straps going over the top. For her arms to help keep them in place there was a stout middle loop as well as side loops and at the bottom of the garment a double crotch strap. Worryingly it had cut outs for her breasts that would force them to bulge through. It looked quite scary all in all, she could see it was lined with red silk for her comfort.
    “You see the jacket my dear Claudia. It’s based on a design for the maximum security psychiatric hospitals. Practically the same model they use for the solitary confinement prisoners they want to lose in the system. Its modified so that the waist is narrower and the arms are far tighter and stiffer. Its open at the breast and crotch, if I need to attend to anything intimate. I won’t have to release you from the jacket at all. So, you have no chance of escape aren't I considerate like that. This one has the arms in front. If I was a real sadist your arms would be locked behind your back, or in a reverse prayer be thankful”.

  Susanna stood up and gestured around the room, looking intently into Claudia's eyes.
    “You might be wondering about this safe house. That surely someone will notice that its missing from the roster that I am using it, Right? Well you remember Petrov who deals with the provisioning of such places. He owes me a big favour for helping him hide some accounting irregularity. So, I have had this place removed from the books, the water gas electric council tax rates they will all be paid for this place. It has been moved from the active book to deep cover. You see my dear no one will inspect it for a very long time or review it. There will be no questions asked”. Claudia could feel her nervousness rising, she would be far more likely to have a chance to escape if Susanna had to move her about to avoid inspections or something else. It was a chance for escape that had slipped through her fingers.

  She held up a harness made out of brown leather straps,
    “Claudia my love its designed to go over the top of the jacket, above and below your breasts to frame your tummy and go over your shoulders. It can be made really crushingly tight to keep a disruptive patient in line”, Claudia looked at the comically large locking buckles as part of it. Susanna explained the little mechanism on the buckles that she was looking at,
    “You see where you can put a key into the lock, if you turn it anticlockwise it ratchets the straps tighter. It’s perfect to control a really determined prisoner like you. You will feel the tight embrace of every loop of the strap. These thigh bands will really make it hug your body. A nice extra layer to help keep you in line, aren't I generous to a fault?”

  She showed her a combination of a posture collar riveted onto a muzzle gag, there was a tube coming from the front of the muzzle. Turning it round she saw that it came with a huge silicone mouth guard pear bulb combination inside that looked like it was far too large to fit in her mouth.
    “You see between the mouth guard that your teeth slot into and the bulb it will completely fill every corner of your mouth, Absorbing every little bit of sound. The plates will clamp onto your teeth making it almost impossible to remove without the right key like a dental brace. It’s also designed as a force feeding gag so I won’t have to remove it for feeding time. Giving you absolutely no chance to act up”. The captor held up a glossy skin tight black rubber discipline hood with only breathing holes. Well Claudia noticed one extra hole for what she assumed was the feeding port from the gag,
    “This hood, it really needs little explanation. You might be wearing it for a very long time. If you become a problem it can be fitted with breathing tubes that can limit how much air you can suck in. As a way to keep you in line. If you want to misbehave, well Claudia you will enjoy being restricted in every way you can possibly imagine”.

  She bent down low pinning her prisoner to the floor, whispering in her ear.
    “Now you might be thinking that I can’t watch you 24 hours a day, and you might be right on that. You might think that eventually you will get a chance to escape that I have my own duties to look after. Let me burst your little bubble. I found one of your fathers colleagues, who works in the ministry. I didn't tell them everything, but he had no love of Soven. Ironically he allocated me to work on uncovering plots against Soven as a central intelligence agent. By no means are we working for him, we are just syphoning funds away from him. Paradoxically I can at the very least make him pay for this operation. By taking the cost of all this out of his budget. The last place he would look for plots against him would be here, I find that nicely ironic”. Claudia felt incredibly irritated by that but at least they were taking money from Soven and ironically Susanna was in the process of infiltrating his operations. Something that she should have thought to do.

  Her prisoner was shown a tight rubber diaper with a sizeable anal plug, she was told
    “The plug has a leak proof connection for enema's, a double inflatable seal. So, I won’t have to release you to go to the toilet. This is designed for long term wear and can be inflated as a punishment if your naughty”, she was not at all happy about that. Susanne held up a tailored tube of leather
    “You see this, it’s a drum tight leather hobble skirt. It latches onto the sides of the waist of the jacket, so you can’t wiggle out of it to keep your legs packaged. It has cut outs for your ass and pussy to make them accessible so you don't need to be released at all, if I need to get to something”. That made her really worried on what could be done to her without Susanna having to release her from the bonds.

  She had a few heavier items. Susanna held up a single pair of Irish eight style shackles with an eye-bolt hanging from below them.
    “They are for your ankles, they have been lined with rubber for long term wear to keep you from moving about”. She removed a heavy steel collar with d rings mounted on the sides,
    “It will fit over the posture collar and give me something to chain you down with”. She lifted up a thick steel waist clincher with heavy d rings on it sides that matched the collar. She grinned,
    “It will go over the jacket and harness making removing either quite difficult”.

  Claudia tried to protest into her gag but it silenced her last arguments into unintelligible mewing. She tried to move her arms and legs but the tape and numerous thick zip ties held her limbs in place. Susanna looked down at her.
    “Now Claudia it’s time to say good night, you will wake up all snug in your long term attire”. She started to struggle intently like a mad woman as her friend approached her with the syringe ready. She realised that once she had been sealed up in that lot she had absolutely no chance of ever getting out. That perhaps her repeated attempts to escape had been counterproductive. The needle went into her side and she blacked out.

  She eventually came round but the drug was not letting her fully wake up. She was drowsy she can’t move, Claudia was still affected by the drug. She could feel her hands were being wrapped in bandages up to her shoulders. Then there was the sensation of the warm mittens as they were pulled up her arms. Her hands are really useless like this under the layers, when they cool and shrink it will be even worse. Then she was being put into the jacket, it closed around her and she guessed that she could feel the tug as the laces were being pulled really tight. She can hear the zip, she feels her self-going back to sleep, no matter how much she wants to resist to fight the drug.

  It must have been a really light dose of the drug, as shortly she regained consciousness again. Waking up to find herself fully encased in the strict strait jacket. The leather creaked as she moved, it was firmly strapped on she had no way to get out. Her arms were strapped up in front of her forcing her to tightly hug herself. To her embarrassment the diaper was snugly hugging her crotch. Claudia could feel the plug sitting in her rectum and what she could guess was a catheter in place. Her ankles were now locked together held in the figure 8 shaped shackle. The muzzle was over her face, the gag imbedded in her mouth she had no chance to argue. The gag was huge, cracking her jaw open. The bulb filled every crevice inside her oral cavity it was quite disquieting. The muzzle cupping her jaw was tight. A few moments of testing her bonds told her that the jacket is really bad. Her breasts ballooned out of the holes it was so tight that she felt almost helpless. For a second she tried to struggle with all her strength of course she can’t move her arms at all, her ankles were held side by side.

  Her captor knelt down behind her, Susanna reached round to hug her telling her how.
    “I will have to take a really strict hand with you, for your own good there is no escape now”. She quickly added the harness over the top of the jacket. She adjusted it locking it. She tightened it up sadistically so that Claudia could feel each strap biting home. Then it was time for the leg binder hobble skirt. The thick heavy tube of leather soon had her legs mercilessly squeezed, it was swiftly linked to the jacket. Susanna tightened it up until it was paralyzingly tight. She grinned rolling her prisoner over spanking her bottom to check for movement. A little discipline then she locked the hobble skirt on, she paused to make a few connections. Rolling her back over she adjusted the posture collar built into the bottom of the muzzle making it tighter. Claudia couldn’t move her head at all. Bound like this she can only give her captor mournful puppy eyes, which were not fooling Susanna. The heavy metal collar was locked over the top of the posture collar. The metal waist-belt locked over the top of the jacket and restraint harness with two solid clicks.

  Claudia watched with dread as Susanne slowly and carefully bolted five sturdy eye-bolts down to the floor around the mattress. She was using 4 coach bolts on each eye-bolt at the corners to secure the plate down with a ratchet to bore into the floor boards. The five bolts were arranged around the mattress ready to make Claudia truly helpless as she was attached to them. A length of chain from her ankles went to the eye bolt at the bottom of the mattress secured with a padlock at each end. Two chains were attached to either side of the waist-belt, pulled snug then padlocked to the eye-bolts parallel to her waist. The last two chains from the top of the mattress were linked from the collar to the last two eye bolts.

  Susanna made sure that all of the chains were incredibly tight. Pressing Claudia firmly into the mattress before she finally locked them in place. As a last touch she added toe cuffs so Claudia couldn't wiggle her toes. Claudia looked shocked as her captor kissed her friend on the forehead and pulled the tight rubber hood over her head. Tucking it into the posture collar there was a seal that latched on the bottom pulling the two of them tightly together. The punishing claustrophobic hood clung to every line of her face, as if she had been painted in rubber.

  She bent down examining her prisoners bonds, then straddled her bound body. Telling her captive  
    “Now my dear I am going to keep you a prisoner just like this until you have really calmed down. You might not like being force fed through a gag at first, but well you will get used to it. You really have no other option. You might not like being given a soapy retention enema twice a day, but it’s for your own good. No matter how hard you squirm you will be filled and plugged. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. For the foreseeable future you are going to remain firmly bound without a chance of any escape. If you have a bad attitude and struggle a lot. Well for instance the hood can stay on or it can be taken off.”

  Her voice became very serious and stern,
    “Depending on your behaviour your attitude, well there are restrictor valves that can be added to your nostrils to control your breathing, to quieten you down if its needed. The plug in your ass can be inflated up to four times its current size. What gets pumped into your cute little ass could be made really sadistic if you really need to be disciplined. Imagine if you will every inch of your guts cramping and knotting and burning hour after hour without reprieve. The force feeding gag has a few punishment features you don't want to learn about. Imagine if I make you swallow something to make your guts twist, some Industria-lax? It may not seem like it but there is still plenty of slack in the restraints. That leeway I can take it all away very easily, it’s for your own good after all. If you want to fight me Claudia you will lose very badly and you will be punished very harshly, mark my words”.

  She told her flirtatiously that
    “I know you have needs. If you are a good compliant prisoner”, she cupped her breasts twisting her nipples aggressively, bending down staring intently into the place where her eyes would be if the hood didn't cover them. She bent lower and kissed her over the gag licking her nose.
    “I will take care of you, but I won’t give you any chance to act up at all”. Claudia tried to struggle, her arms and legs were useless. Suddenly a hand started to work its way between the hobble skirt and the gap in her rubber diaper. She bit down onto the gag and started to wiggle her hips as the fingers gently rubbed her backwards and forwards over her pussy.

  Claudia was experiencing a strange mix of genuine fear at what her lover was capable of. Frustration at having her mission interrupted and the general unforgiving nature of her bonds. There was a tiny bit of growing excitement at her lovers touch on her helpless body. Susanna was very determined she would not see the one person she had left that she regarded as family get themselves killed. She lost her mother to an overdose her father to a bad judgement call drinking and driving. Her first love had volunteered for a suicide mission too full of overconfidence and never came back. She was not going to let Claudia get herself killed, she was very determined about that.

  She offered her prisoner a stark strict choice, to either be treated well or not to be. The choice was hers.
    “Now don't think I am going to give you any leeway. It’s going to be strict and unforgiving tight bondage every moment of every day from now on. But you can have pain and discipline or pleasure and comfort it’s your choice. Defy me and I can just keep edging you, holding you close to climaxing”. Claudia was enraged by this, it was not fair for Susanna to unilaterally decide what she could do with her life. She was outraged and kept on struggling against her bonds like a mad woman full of fury and bravado. She still wanted her revenge on Soven, she was letting her anger get the best of her.
    “Bad girl, it gives me no pleasure to bring you pain but it was your choice, from now on your going to suffer”. There was regret in Susanna's voice to her it was that her lover was looking back on the past at what had happened. Rather than looking forwards to the future that the two of them might have together, still she had a bevy of means at her disposal to correct that attitude.

  Susanna felt something snap inside her, she immediately set about punishing the still struggling prisoner in what might be considered a harsh manner. She was sure that a short sharp shock could properly adjust her attitude. It would have to be quite a jolt to her system to get through to the hard case bound up below her. Claudia was stubborn, there was a tone in her captors voice that said the should just lie down and accept it for now. To bide her time until she had a chance but it seemed to be a little too late. She could feel her warden undoing the chains on her right hand side, she rolled the prisoner over and started going along the back of the restraints. Claudia felt a rising panic as the invisible slack was removed from the muzzle and it became so much worse. The jacket was tight before but now her diaphragm was crushed, the pressure on her ribs was suffocating. The harness gripped her like a bear was trying to give her a hug and the leg binder was crushing her gorgeous legs.

  Susanna felt a little bit of regret at being so harsh on her captive. She didn't want to cause her pain or distress, but she also wanted to make her accept the reality of the situation. Even if she was using a fairly heavy hand. Claudia could feel a number of aches starting to emerge, the bonds were far too tight. Her captor removed the tiniest little bit of slack until each restraint was now crushingly mercilessly tight. She had to reassess the situation, she had no way to fight back. Anything she did might be considered a challenge to her guardians authority. Her prisoner was already regretting her actions as the restraints crushed her body. She was returned to her earlier position and the chains made taunt so that there was no wiggle room. Susanna looked irritated and stopped, perhaps part of her was purposely misinterpreting the cries and uncontrollable reactions of the twitching body as the prisoner just being unruly. Rather than them having any other legitimate reason to move about and cry into their gag.

  Claudia had just been trying to make herself more comfortable not resisting her captor. But her captor saw it as a challenge from an ungrateful brat that needed to be educated. The hood was pulled away from her face just long enough for the tubes to be screwed into the nostril holes. The prisoner had a panic attack as the fat breath restrictor valves were fed up her sinuses and the hood pulled back tightly in place. She was now terrified of Susanna using techniques that were used on interrogation suspects to keep her in line. She found that it was rather a struggle to pull in air now. There was a little twist and it got even worse as her captor adjusted her breathing. Until she was only able to take very shallow torturous harrowing panting breaths that kept her on the borderline of fainting. The restraints were so tight and there was no slack, her air was being rationed to her in tiny amounts her chances of escape were beyond tiny. She was absolutely to busy just breathing to focus on her captor for the moment. Claudia was getting angry at herself at her captor at the restraints, though she had nothing to fuel that anger to sustain it.

  Susanna felt a thrill at the control she had just exerted over her captive. Seeing the desperate rise and fall of her chest, she seemed to be very well pacified. It was such a lovely sight to watch. She started to slip her fingers between the layers of restraints and tease her. She would not allow the naughty prisoner to have any relief yet. Claudia both welcomed and despised her lovers touch at the same time. She was conflicted and exhausted she knew that she would not get any relief and yet it felt so good to have her touch. She started to slowly moan louder and louder as her bound body was played like an instrument that was approaching a noisy crescendo. Susanna started to feel herself getting very turned on in this role as jailer. The view was lovely with the tight restraint outlining her curves, her prisoner was truly helpless in her bonds. Still she told herself if she didn't keep her bound like this she would do something incredibly stupid. It was in her best interest to keep her tied up like this.

  Susanna felt no pleasure at what she was doing ... well she felt a little pleasure if she was honest with herself. Her lover somehow looked even more attractive tightly gagged. Claudia felt trepidation and dread as the gag in her mouth was adjusted to expand. Uncomfortably tickling the back of her throat and threatening to unhinge her jaw. On top of the breathing restrictions already in place she was trying to stop herself panicking, as she had realised by now that would encourage even more punishment. Susanna decided it was time for her meal. The force feeding function was utilized as a tube was plugged into the gag and the clips released. Slowly delivering nutrients into the gag. It was just too much for her, suddenly Claudia started to panic and thrash about she had to suck on the gag or choke which was not exactly pleasant.
    “You resist me? … When I am only trying to feed you? Do you enjoy being punished … maybe that is it. I am only doing what is best for you and you keep … making me do more of this to you.”

  Claudia felt her situation getting progressively worse as time went on. The punishments were causing her to moan and struggle even more. That fed to a vicious cycle leading to more punishment for her reaction to the previous one. She had been pushed to the point where she had no way to escape this degrading cycle. Her ears pricked up, she could hear something being moved around sloshing and then there was Susanna fiddling about to the side. She suddenly went very still, Her attention was suddenly focused on the plug in her ass as it was inflated larger and larger with a hand pump. The pain grew more and more acute as the diameter increased. Until she thought that it would pop and her sphincter became a ring of undiluted punishment. Perversely Susanna was starting to enjoy watching her captive squirm, she had misbehaved so it was really Claudia's own fault. At least that was what she told herself. The plug grew until it felt as if she had a fire hydrant wedged in her behind. She was left to sob into her gag, her body twitching under the harsh restraints her arms held immobile hugging her waist.

  Susanna paid closer and closer attention to her prisoner, each little twitch and moan was a stirring of rebellion and an attempt to resist. The closer she looked the more signs she saw, so the harsher she had to be. She began to prepare for the next stage of disciplining her captive. She had a bucket, and lots of nice scouring cleansing agents. A few moments later Susanna had to take a step back because of the eye watering fumes from the cleansing concoction she had mixed together. She paused and thought about adding that to her lovers torment. Mulling it over till her mind was set on this, she used a funnel to pour the contents into a stainless steel cistern sealing it and plugged in the tubes ready. Claudia felt dread as she could hear the preparations. Moments later the gush of churning water hit her body and her bowels were suddenly cramping in agony. In reaction to the cocktail of cleansing chemicals that were invading her body inflaming and knotting her insides. She felt all self-control stripped away and she started to wiggle. Tugging at her bonds in the most pitiable way possible in a vain attempt to alleviate her suffering.

  Susanna tried to hide the little wicked smile that played across her lips. Claudia immediately instinctively tried to fold into a ball in response to the mixture burning away inside her. She couldn't due to the tight restraints. There was no escape from such a harsh punishment as her insides were on fire, every bit of her bowels was filled with a simmering punishment designed to clean her out and punitively break her imagined resistance. Susanna bent down and cradled her captives head whispering in her ear.
    “Don't worry honey after 12 hours with that sitting in your tummy twisting around your insides you’re going to have some real motivation to behave like a good little girl”. She reached a hand between her legs.
    “Your bladder is also stopped up so you will be desperate to pee soon. But I won’t stop, I am going to make you suffer for your own good. It will happen again and again filling you up to the limit until I break you”. Claudia was terrified Susanna couldn't possibly do this to her? 12 more hours like this would be horrific, she felt like she couldn't endure 12 minutes of this.

  Much later she had succumbed to a sort of stupor, the pain in her guts subsiding. She was aware of her captors return as she aggressively added a set of barbed clamps to her nipples that roused her. They were linked on a chain that was linked to her collar putting them under a lot of tension. Her enema was drained away and swiftly replaced. Her feeding gag was put into play once again, then her captor set about tickling her feet. Claudia barely had any air from the valves she was now trying desperately not to giggle as she needed to keep sucking on the gag not to choke. Susanna thought that she wanted a fight and Claudia soon realised that whatever she did from this point would be wrong from her jailers point of view, she had lost very badly. Susanna didn't relent from her promise keeping her almost at the point of choking hysterically giggling, her guts roiling and her feet tickled eliciting manic giggling into the monstrous gag. Susanna was absolutely certain that it was as harsh and unforgiving as she could make it, but she reasoned that it was necessary action in her prisoners own best interests.

  Susanna had one new surprise the next day she put a set of headphones on her prisoners head and started a tape playing on a loop. Claudia was told over and over again,
    “You are a bad girl you need to be punished”.
    “You want to be bound, you need to be bound.
    “You should be grateful to your lover Susanna for caring enough to keep you bound”
    “You need to be tied down for your own good” and so on the tape kept playing on a continuous loop. Hour after hour as the prisoner was kept in a state of sadistically tight bondage her mouth packed her breathing always restricted. Her body crushed and pinioned and stuffed without mercy. It took 72 hours of continual treatments of this type to completely break the spy and mould her into a model prisoner, who was willing even eager to remain bound. One who would get excited at the thought of more harsh treatment from her merciless mistress.

  Still her captor was incredibly strict even after that. Barely ever giving her a moment from the harshest of treatments telling her they were for her own good. Susanna even began to believe that herself until she was convinced that her prisoner needed almost perpetual punishments. She became more and more sadistic as she was sure that she knew what was best for her friend. A captive who eventually learned her new place in the world held in tight sadistic bondage. Constantly being filled and edged barely able to have a moments rest from the stifling bondage. She learned to accept it as her daily reality, she started to believe that this was what she deserved what was her place. It soon started to turn her on to be bound and treated harshly. Edged to the point of total frustration but never allowed to orgasm by her new strict capricious mistress.