Transport 2

The two police officers stared at the empty cell in amazement and slowly growing panic! There had to be an explanation other than the one both officers feared. There had to have been a prisoner transfer, they must have moved the prisoner somewhere else, but there was no record of it anywhere no paper trail. There was no way she could have escaped again there was no way on earth, at least that was what they thought considering the layered restraints that they had applied to her body. The two of them were is so much trouble if there prisoner had escaped again. There was no prisoner transfer there was no explanation that didn’t make the officers look like incompetent idiots. Once again unbelievable as it was Quinn had escaped. Officer Jane looked at her colleague Brittney had a small gulp as the full realisation on what could happen to there careers sank in. “The chief was joking when she said we would have a week in the same restraints as Quinn if she managed to get our?” Jane shook her head “the chief said she would order two upgraded suits for us if Quinn got out, we can keep this quiet for a little while we have a bit of time to catch her I hope.”

The officers looked more closely at Quinn’s prison cell, the lock looked closed but it practically fell apart when they opened the door. A search of the area found a staff room door picked open and a guard’s locker emptied. A small spare uniform missing from that locker as well as quite a number of the guards personal effects. When they checked back in the cell under the bed was the shredded and discarded remains of all of Quinn’s tight restraints. Each one demolished until they were scraps of material thoroughly destroyed in an act of vengeance. On close examination a few things became clear, all the time Quinn had been busy squirming she was working a buckle on the jacket against part of the bed until she had created a sharp cutting edge on the bed frame. Britney found that out and needed a plaster soon after. All the times Quinn had tripped and fell on the treadmill when they were exercising her she was coming down on the left shoe until the heel was worn away exposing the metal support for the shoe. She had used the point on the heel the sharp edge and her extreme flexibility to painstakingly unwrap herself from her tight bondage, the officers had to consider another tactic to keep Quinn under control if they ever found her again there most sadistic efforts had fallen shot in containing the little escape artist.

Several hours later Quinn approached a stash that she had prepared as a contingency plan, it contained equipment picks tools cash false papers her ticket to get out of town and put some distance between her and the psycho cops that kept locking her up. She stayed in the shadows until she was sure that she was not being followed moving slowly and cautiously. Her heart was pounding in her chest and sweat was dripping down her brow, she really did want a break from the endless bondage games that the merciless cops were playing on her. Quinn looked back to the entry door, half expecting to see the police looming there ready to pick her up again. She was good at getting away but they were good at catching her again. The place seemed to be clean nothing indicating her former captors were waiting for her at her stash. They had not found her again, after her mighty struggle to free herself she hoped for a break at the very least a week to recuperate. She gently entered a code into the padlock and removed it she opened up the cabinet. But there was a click and a spray of white gas. Quinn swore loudly as she felt her body succumbing to sleep, she had been tricked walking into a trap. Her head spun she looked up, she had fallen to the floor her vision was going black. There were two officers standing over her she wondered how they found her emergency stash? She thought she was safe only to open it to get gassed how cruel! what would they do to her now?

The two officers had prepared for Quinn to escape, she had gotten away so many times before that it had to be considered. They had suspected she couldn’t be that good and she had a friend on the inside someone that they didn’t know about a corrupt cop or maybe her lawyer was passing her something to help her. They were wrong she had no help but that didn’t matter they still figured on some sort of contingency. They had still investigated her activity going back through her spending habits. She had left some clues including the destination on the satnav on a hire car purchased with a stolen card. They had found her emergency stash after a little careful searching. A friend of there’s who was good with mechanical devices had rigged up the trap. Quinn was now caught by two police officers who had no intention of letting her go. They had been cleaver to find where she stashed the cash and equipment leaving no hint that they had been there. Now they were going to give Quinn a nice long lesson in behaving before they finally brought her back to a new improved cell.

Quinn’s vision swam she could see nothing but a grey blur her body ached her head ached and her mouth was dry. As her vision started to clear she could make out a dark patch below her and a light patch above there were two objects in front of her one red to her left and one black to her right. More physical sensations started to return she was naked and lying on a cold rubber mat her entire body felt cold like she had been in a freezer. She could feel a sharp pain in her neck there was a tight circle of steal around her throat. Quinn managed to move her vision started to clear there were two women standing in front of her wearing clothes one set red one set black. She felt her nails someone had clipped them back very far her hand went to he head, her hair had been cut down to a little over an inch. She grumbled her joints ached and her head blurred. She tried to rise she herd a rattle and felt a pull on her neck there was a chain attached to the collar around her neck she could move maybe a foot up from the mat before it held her in place. Her body had been very thoroughly searched they seemed to have gotten every little trick that she had.

Quinn looked past the two figures she was inside a cell but it was not a police cell the walls were red brick not concrete she seemed to be in some sort of basement the two women came into focus. It was the two police officers they had ditched there regular attire for red latex and black leather certainly not standard police issue. Quinn felt panic and desperation building in the back of her mind these two officers had decided to make it personal. They were going to enact some sort of perverse revenge on her before they returned her to jail and there was nothing they could not do to her in this state. Britney wore Red latex a tight thin cat suit that covered every curve of her voluptuous body. She had a pair of two inch heeled red knee high boots she wore a waist clincher and a pair of red elbow length gloves. Her hair was pulled back in a high tight pony tail. Jane was a vision of black leather with a tight leather cat suit that showed her athletic toned body off perfectly, she had similar boots and gloves but needed no waist clincher to keep her tummy in. They looked at Quinn the way cats look at trapped mice with predatory sadistic glee. 

Britney had a key in her hand she reached down and unlocked the chain attached to the collar with a click. The padlock that had been securing it in place clattered to the floor. Britney pulled hard on the chain. Quinn was jerked to a sitting position she felt the cold metal of the collar push against her throat choking her cutting off her air. Quinn struggled to get her hands around the chain to try and lessen the pulling sensation she tried to speak to beg but her lips didn’t seem to be able to form the words. She cried out, her mind was a bubbling pot of desperate ideas circling around in her head. Instincts of flight or fight came to the surface she was without reason completely desperate she tried to get up, maybe she could barge past them. Her legs were weak her joints stiff she got to a half standing position then her legs failed her and she found herself falling desperately clutching at empty air to try and find something to support herself. Britney grabbed her with one hand and hauled her to her trembling feet. 

Quinn could breath again the collar was not so tight her legs could not even keep her standing without Britney’s support she was so week. She had no idea how long she had been out and she was thirsty dry her lips parched. Quinn was certain that she had escaped for the last time they would not be gentle now. She blinked back a few tears she would not give them the satisfaction of watching her crumble.  She was pulled forward Quinn hesitated for a second then stumbled after Brittney her shoulders sagged she had to know what was next. She worked her dry parched lips “what … What are you going to do?” They smiled Quinn was almost trembling “Your going to tie me up again like it was before so strict I couldn’t stand it, so strict it was driving me mad your going to do it aren’t you?” 

Quinn was pulled out of the cell and into a room that could only be described as a dungeon of some sort. Britney smiled a grin that showed all her pearly white teeth making her look a little like a shark. “You are trash Quinn criminal trash , your lucky we have decided to personally help rehabilitate you, of course you need to be kept in bondage so strict that your old restraints will be a mild discomfort by comparison.” Quinn looked around the room at the things that were available to this pair the things that they would use to ‘rehabilitate’ her, she screamed as best she could “you’re a pair of dirty perverts let me go.” Quinn launched herself at Britney in one futile desperate effort to get away.  Quinn had spent a long time strenuously bound her muscles were weak and full of pain she had not eaten or drank or properly rested she could barely stand she stood no chance against Brittney. There sparing match did not last long it was over before it really begun. Quinn tried to slap Brittney around the face the officer blocked it with her hand then pulled hard on the chain Quinn was suddenly down on her knee’s on the floor she tried to punch Brittney in the leg with the last of her energy Brittney easily side stepped the attack.

It was never going to be a fair fight and it was soon over “stop misbehaving darling!” Jane shouted she grabbed Quinn’s arms and pulled then high up her back in a wrist lock. Quinn was on the floor with Jane holding her down by her arms. Britney pulled on the collar and gloated “bad move bitch.” Jane added a little pressure to Quinn’s arms there was a lot of pain, Quinn was worried that her arms would be wrenched out of there sockets. It was almost as if Jane was trying to lift her up by her restrained arms. Squirming helplessly against these women who were far larger and stronger than her she was sure she would be dominated and degraded in every way possible.

Quinn cried out in pain and fear “Let me go you crazy bitched this cant be legal!” Quinn was in a very bad position and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. Her big mouth was getting her further and further into trouble she was going to suffer for every insult every hint of resistance. She tried to talk big to cover up how terrified she felt. Britney smiled her legs scissored towards Quinn’s head. The prisoner tried to pull back she tried to think of an escape “no no no no mmmph”. Her begging was cut off as Brittney locked her powerful legs around Quinn’s head and squeezed. Quinn’s eyes nose and mouth was completely smothered in latex she tried to squirm and Brittney only responded by clamping her thighs together more tightly. Quinn’s struggles suddenly became more violent with her twisting and contorting kicking and squirming. The sensations transmitted to Brittney’s crotch by her helpless prisoner excited her and she squeezed her legs tighter around the helpless bundle squirming between them. The latex was over Quinn’s mouth over her nostrils she could not breathe she was desperate to breath was this how it was going to end? The other officer kept a firm grip on Quinn with her hands wrapped around her wrists. Brittney’s hand disappeared between Quinn‘s legs and started to massage her pelvic mound. Quinn was sandwiched helplessly between the two women. she struggled a minute went past then two she started to get dizzy from lack of air and black out. Then Britney released her and pulled back. "Having fun yet? Cause I am." Britney smiled. Quinn was able to get the smallest of breaths before Brittney’s legs clamped tightly back in place leaving her trapped engulfed in latex. After a minute of renewed struggling she was released again left gasping for breath Britney pushed her away, Quinn dropped to the floor exhausted the last bit of fight taken from her.

Quinn was like a rag doll when she was hauled to her feet she had no resistance left in her. She was held up by Brittney and Jane working together Jane still had a merciless iron grip on Quinn’s wrists she was taking no chance. Quinn could not even manage a defiant look at them as she was dragged over to one corner of the room. The room looked like the two police officers had robbed a bondage store, there was a full garment rack containing nothing but different versions of straight jackets cat suits and arm binders. There were cabinets filled with straps ropes tape and chain. Display stands and racks stuffed with cruel implements of discipline and domination,
Her captors hugged her close and whispered into her ear. "We have the perfect look for you “Brittney gestured towards a garment hanging up on a wall.

There in the far corner of the room hung a garment that redefined Quinn’s definition of sadistic and punishing. It was made of a very thick white material Quinn could only guess a white leather brought to a high sheen finish. The garment looked very solid very ridged and very small she was sure that once she was forced inside it there would be no way out ever unless they released her. It looked like an inverted Y shaped leather form rigidly in an idealised shape of her body with a very narrow sculpted torso. There was no hint of her arms they would be bound folded away invisible erased useless probably in an exceptionally cruel manner. The legs of the garment were half sized or there about. They would accommodate her body only if her legs had been very tightly folded doubled over in a most secure way. The crotch was an open oval section that would allow them easy access to her helplessly encased body. She begged "Please no you want to put me in that? It will crush me I'll never fit in it please don’t." They grabbed her and started to drag her towards a side room.

Britney grinned “Oh I assure you once we take certain steps to make you a bit more compact you will fit in nicely.” Britney grinned “Firstly I think we need to give you another little clean you wouldn’t want to get your nice new costume dirty!” Quinn was dragged into a small tiled bathroom. It was much the same as any other bathroom squeezed into a small space except it had eyebolts in a large number of locations perfect to restrain a prisoner. They pulled the chain on her collar high up and connected it to an eyebolt above her head. Quinn was forced to stand on shaking legs balancing on almost her tip toes. She braced one hand against the wall to keep steady and tried to relieve the pressure from the collar with the second. Jane got a large shower head out and tuned it on at full blast it was icy cold and Quinn had a hell of a time maintaining her balance. The water was freezing and merciless. Jane angled it around her whole body “there is no escape this will cool of whatever rebellion is still in you”. The needles of cold water hit her, a shampoo was worked into her hair, well what was left of it a large sponge was covered in a strong chemical smelling soap and worked roughly all over her body between her legs and under her arms. They made shore no spots were missed inside and out even soaping the inside of her mouth. Quinn couldn’t even match there eyes she was so busy concentrating on just standing, finally it was over she was practically shivering from the cold. They unhooked her then started to dry her with a pair of big rough towels. Quinn stood there and let them work over her body slowly working a spark of warmth back into her cold flesh.

Quinn was very clean, cleaner than she had remembered being in an age dodging form captivity to freedom then back into a jail cell. Her captors put a hair dryer on full blast and took care of what was left of her hair. They were not treating her like a person more like a pet or a trophy, that was the right term she was a trophy to be put on display that was what it felt like. She was dragged out of the bath room and into the main room where they were ready to begin the sick ritual of packaging her helpless naked body. Her collar was attached to a chain coming from the ceiling there was a creak and a rattle. A winch sprang to life and soon Quinn was standing on her toes again as the two officers started to get ready to play dress up with her. Britney patted her on the bottom. Quinn just stood there contemplating her fait she had no energy to resist them she had no will to fight back. Jane looked at her “soon you will be properly dressed.”

Quinn’s eyes focused on the cylinder of leather it was some sort of corset some sort of viciously tight corset that would leave her with almost no movement around her waist or chest. It seemed that it was designed as an under bust corset but with loops to go around her breasts, so that she would have her breasts crushed inside it to. Her captors held up the corset so that she could get a better look. The term stove pipe floated in the back of her head an incredibly old and strict form of corset. Britney smiled “isn’t it merciless so beautifully tight? We measured you up then made a few guesses on how much you could take, this little toy will give you plenty of company”. Quinn looked inside there was a crotch plate, mounted on it were two intimidating intruders. A huge black monster of a dildo that was covered with ridges and bumps, she was sure that it would uncomfortably fill her to her limit. Accompanying that monster was an even larger matching butt plug it was massive and deeply ribbed, each was shaped to torment and dominate her body causing additional distractions to prevent any chance of escape.

Quinn’s eyes went wide she started to cry “Please no there is no way they are going to fit. Please check your measurements that corset is too small it will crush me please mercy”. Britney started to open the garment Quinn begged tears in her eyes. “you sick bitches how, where did you get this stuff?” she paused thinking “you were planning to do this to me for a long time, please take me back to jail I have learnt my lesson I will behave please” Quinn looked panicky at her new costume. 

Jean forced Quinn’s legs into the corset as Brittney held it in place Brittney smiled and taunted Quinn. “You know that you have been a very bad girl this is for your own good in fact I bet the tighter it is the better you will behave so the smaller it is the more it is the perfect size for you”. Quinn’s legs were now in place with the open corset around them the plugs were positioned. The two police officers slowly began to work the garment up there victim. Quinn focused on the breast cups they would give her support but no modesty and with the additional strap she would be squeezed most tightly. The corset was supported by a heavy amount of boning it was very heavy for such a small garment, Quinn was becoming more and more worried by the moment. They stopped for a second just on the point of getting ready to start forcing the plugs home. Britney found a jar of lubricant the corset was pulled back a little and Quinn suffered a further indignation of being lubricated front and rear. Then they set about pulling the corset up. They worked left to right slowly working the tight garment over her body. 

They pressed the plug and the dildo against her lower openings Quinn squirmed and tried to clench her legs but it was futile. Bit by bit the plugs were forced in higher and higher. Quinn began to gasp and pant as bit by bit the plugs disappeared inside her they seemed to go on forever until both the police officers working together got Quinn fully plugged and the corset finally in place. Quinn gasped and squirmed but she could get no relief from her intimate intruders. Britney got two pairs of mole grip pliers and the two officers started to close the sturdy metal cables at the back of the corset that served for laces. They worked together pulling at the same time Quinn’s tiny waist slowly disappearing bit by bit as she had to fight for every single gasp of breath, she felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing the life out of her, crushing her lungs starving them of air. Finally after five minutes of pulling the corset was closed, Quinn could feel her ribs and hips aching from the tightness of the garment. There were a series of clicks as the two halves firmly met. Quinn barely had enough air in her lungs to gasp “what have you done?”

Britney cupped her breasts from behind “My dear Miss Quinn this corset has a complex titanium support frame it is now tightly locked around your body it has several complex locks that can only be opened with a certain key, you look absolutely stunning and soon it will be far more difficult to remove.” Jane squeezed her bottom she got some sort of metal brace/block and screwed it tightly shut over the ends of the two metal cables. Britney got a large pair of bolt croppers’ and cut the ends of the cables. Jane used a pair of pliers to fit the ends into the small metal block before using a screwdriver to secure it further so that Quinn had no chance. There was still even more redundancy as another flap was zipped over the steel laces. Quinn tried to get used to the device she tried to get her breathing under control. It was so hard to take a breath in this dam garment the pugs were so distracting she was crushed squeezed between the two it would take her a long time to get used to it. but they would not give her long they already planned the next phase of her tight bondage.

Britney smiled holding up a little remote "you would not believe what this corset can do let me show you some of its options.” Suddenly the dildo started to hum and vibrate Quinn let out a little gasp. The butt plug vibrated a bit and then whirred to life. A strange but familiar sensation invaded Quinn’s body, over ten feet of tubing inside the plug was forced out the tip of the butt plug and drilled deeply into Quinn's ass. The plug whirred and inflated Quinn was mortified this was the bigger brother of the one she had endured before. The tubing was wider and the length longer she already felt her poor guts rebelling as Nearly ten feet of the tubing disappeared, coiling and slithering deeper into her bowels, the flexible material bending and slithering around bends in her guts she had a guess of what was in store for her. In addition, the straps around the bases of each breast began to contract the under cups started to vibrate massaging her breasts. Quinn’s mind and body were being played and violated in every way no matter what she did she could not escape or budge the tormenting corset or the invasive plugs! 

Quinn looked around for a tool in reach a screwdriver or a piece of the cut cable something that she could use. But here was nothing they had left her hands free but she had nothing to work with no way to affect the corset at all. The vibrations were very distracting if they were not constantly tormenting her she might have been able to think of something. Britney looked at her with a confident and satisfied smile. Quinn had to work very hard not to moan and gasp from the stimulation. Quinn could see that they were lacing up a pair of odd looking crotch length boots. Britney walked over to her with a chair, she released the winch a few inches and allowed the exhausted Quinn to sit down onto it, Quinn slumped into the chair driving the plugs in deeper. “It looks like your enjoying your little toys so I will leave you with them for the time being, its time to say good bye to those lovely legs of yours.” 

Britney stood to her left Jane stood to her right they each held a piece of impossible foot wear the boots were made of the same white leather as the corset and they were very intimidating. They seemed to close with the same cable laces as the corset however they lacing seemed to come in two sections a lower one that would go from the ankle to the back of the knee and one that would go from the back of the knee to just below her buttocks. This would make the boots very tight but still able to bend at the knee. The boots were designed as a restraint with no way for Quinn to be able to walk in them. They were designed like ballet heel boots but with no heel even the toe was flat it seemed like it was sculpted to, too fit tightly against her ass. “These restraints are custom made for you I hope you appreciate the effort we are putting in to keep you around.” “I am so lucky thanks” Quinn tried a little sarcasm. The two officers pulled the boots up Quinn’s legs they quickly worked on lacing the lower sections shut finally adding the connector blocks cutting the cable with bolt croppers and neatly tucking the ends away. Quinn had very little feeling in her feet she could barely feel anything it was too tight for her to even wiggle her toes she couldn’t balance on these shoes in a million years. She would have to crawl away unless she could get the boots off. The officers soon had the tight metal cable laced on the upper sections of the boots further crushing Quinn’s legs.

The officers pulled out four silver metal bands they looked a little like a cross between handcuffs, if the handcuffs came as a single un connected piece of steel and a piece of high end solid jewellery. Jane closed the smaller set tightly around her ankles double locking them when she was sure that they were tight enough. Britney applied the second set to her upper thighs around the top of the boots locked in a similar way. The plugs were still working on Quinn forcing her to blush and focus all her effort on remaining relatively quiet. Britney looked at her and smirked. Quinn made unintelligible replies as her only response. Quinn noticed that there was a flat section on the back of the ankles and on the back of the thighs it looked like the two of them might link together? Quinn had to concede that despite her tiredness and her fear the plugs were starting to turn her on.

Britney pulled her right ankle back to her thighs the two metal bands locked together with a click. Her leg were locked in a really tight snug position the other leg followed shortly, Quinn tested her bonds there was no slack no escape. 

While Britney had been securing her legs in place Jane went to a table and got a pair of gloves. Quinn had a look at them they were made of the same thick white leather they would go from her finger tips right up to her armpits. They were gloves in the loosest sense they were yet another layer of sadistic bondage. She noted that there were four sets of the metal bands the same as the leg restraints, the gloves ended in stiffly padded mittens and the gloves laced up with more steel cable from just above the elbow. Quinn did not like the idea of losing her last unrestrained limbs but she had little option. Britney worked on her left arm and Jane worked on her right they worked the gloves over her fingers up over her forearms and pulled them tight. Quinn tried to keep her fingers out of the mittens internal groves but with a little persuasion. They twisted her nipples until she relented she found her finger tips held immobilised inside the gloves. As soon as her fingers were in place the smaller set of bands were locked around her wrists. They laced up the upper section of the glove with the steel cabling in the usual manner with the same little connector block making everything agonizingly tight and nice and neat. It was no surprise to Quinn that she could not move her fingers at all, the glove was a very effective restraint she couldn’t even wiggle her nimble fingers. Her chances of getting the gloves off were next to impossible, they left her for a few seconds to examine the gloves while they got the next part of the restraint.

Britney and Jane took there time to walk around there prey savouring the fruits of there labours. They enjoyed seeing what had been done to Quinn and anticipating what they were going to do. Quinn was sure she knew the answer but she had to ask anyway “The costume I have to know I see a gap for my breasts but nothing for my arms no holes?” Britney smiled evilly “You don’t need arms were going to take good care of you”. Quinn gulped as the next item was on show it was a large pile of very thick heavy white leather straps, she considered for a few seconds what they could be fore. Quinn was moved into a sideways position in the seat so that they could work on her arms behind her back without the chair getting in the way. The two officers worked as a team Brittney on her right Jane on her left. They moved her arms behind her back and then high up between her shoulder blades. Straps were buckled around her wrist and the bicep next to them pinning her arms uncomfortably in place. Quinn could hear a click as they pulled on the straps and got her arms into an even tighter position. Jane stroked her ass “these straps come with a locking mechanism it works like a ratchet and cannot be released without a key, for you they only get tighter”. A strap twice as wide as the other two was fed in between the narrow gap between her bent arms it was buckled and the two officers started to pull together. 

Quinn started to scream as her elbows were drawn together and her shoulders were wrenched back “Aggh God please stop it hurts P-pl-please SssStop I can’t Take it anything please A-Anything just Stop!!” Quinn was struggling for all she was worth which was not doing much other then help her captors exert more pressure on her arms. Jane kissed her on the lips “don’t worry after a few weeks or maybe months you will get used to it.” They exerted more force on her arms with the single goal of creating a perfectly flawless reverse prayer tie. Quinn sobbed and struggled but they kept pulling and pulling on the strap. This extreme bondage was a level of helplessness far above her experienced in the prison. Finally they got her arms tightly and firmly together. A final strap was wrenched around her wrists it was completely redundant but they were going to do it anyway.

Britney patted her on the bottom “it looks like your as flexible as we thought you were just a little bit more work and your arms will be practically gone, your going to look so beautiful and helpless when we are finally finished.” Quinn looked at her coldly “I got out of everything else I will get out of this, you can’t hold me forever!” Brittney slapped her on the ass “big words from our little prisoner I hope you like that those straps because they are not coming off.” Quinn took a few panting breaths trying to figure any way to attack any of her bonds from her current position she was truly stumped.

She looked at Brittney defiantly “you just give me some time and I can figure a way out of this lot, you bet it will out think you”. Quinn’s voice had no confidence she was just talking for the sake of it anything to reassure herself.

Britney walked over to a box and retrieved something it was a ridged piece of leather she showed it to Quinn. Quinn took a few seconds to realise what it was, an arm sheath of some sort designed to go over her already trapped and folded arms. It was made of the same leather as the other pieces. It had several straps that would acct like a wide collar and support the binder it would be utterly merciless as it was closed with more of the steel cables. Britney taunted her more “last time you got out, you probably think this is easy? but this time you have no movement no escape!” The two of them worked the stiff leather over her arms higher and higher going from right to left. Until it was tight under her armpits. Straps were wrapped around her neck and crossed in front of her from one shoulder to the bottom of the binder creating a sort of X pattern above her breasts. They used a pair of mole grips on the steel cable laces slowly the binder got tighter and tighter. Every pull cased a frustrated grunt out of Quinn’s lips as her arms were compressed more and more severely inside the leather trap. Her arms were completely covered and folded away so tightly it seemed impossible but still there was a gap on the binder and Brittney and Jane were determined to close it. Soon they were screwing the retaining block in place and trimming the cable with a pair of bolt cutters. A zipper pulled a flap over the laces and then the zipper clipped into a lock Quinn was sure that she would never see her arms again at this rate she had no hope of getting a key and using it now.

Jane walked over to the final intimidating layer of restraint removing it from the hanger. Britney slapped Quinn on the bottom again “not so sure of yourself now nothing you can do against these restraints, still deluded enough to think you can get out?” Quinn squirmed as best she could her arms were sandwiched between so much leather and steel she had already lost most feeling in her arms “I might still surprise you” she delivered the line with a small degree of defiance. “You’re a tough little cookie but we are going to crack you soon.” It was a statement of fact all the struggling and squirming in the world would not free Quinn from one of her restraints. Jane looked at Brittney “enough chit chat lets get her packaged up.”

Quinn got a better look at the restraint at the back it was also closed by a series of the steel cable laces it would be so tight that she doubted that she would be able to move at all once they squeezed her inside it especially with her tightly folded limbs. The device would fit tightly over the impossible corset that already bound her body. Quinn was released from the collar around her neck it was hardly a break from her restraints as the two officers picked her up and deposited her on a table they had her face up. The restraint was opened up and her folded limbs were forced into the “legs” of the costume. It took Brittney and Jane an awful lot of effort to get Quinn into the final layer of restraint it was that dam tight and ridged, but bit by bit millimetre by millimetre they slowly shoe horned her into the garment. Finally her knee’s touched the bottom of the garment she was all the way in there were cut outs for her crotch and chest giving her tormenters access to connect every diabolically familiar torment to her body. They flipped her over and started to lace the tight garment shut it was like her body was inside some sort of hydraulic press, pressure clamped down tighter and tighter over her body until she wept and her poor flesh was compressed even further. 

Britney struggled pulling and pulling at the edges of the garment trying to get it closed. The two of them worked together but it was still a real struggle to close the final gap at the back of the garment. As it tightened the outline of Quinn’s folded bound arms slowly became less and less well defined until they were practically invisible. When the two sides of the garment finally met there were a series of locking hooks that engaged keeping the two sides of the garment firmly together. The garment also had a high collar on it that acted like a posture collar eliminating all but the slightest movement from Quinn’s neck. The back was laced the bolt cutters and the locking block were used then the flap was pulled over the laces a zip was pulled up then the zip clicked and locked in place Quinn was an armless helpless bundle, then they flipped her face up again. 

Quinn could guess what was next there was only one further thing they could do to her one small piece of freedom that she had left. Jane retrieved the final piece of her leather prison it was a very formidable muzzle gag. The gag would cover the lower part of her face just up to her nose she would be able to see out from it which was far better than the tight oppressive hood she had previously been forced to wear. It would go down her neck a little and meet the collar, another redundant layer of restraint. On the back of the device was more of the steel cable lacing that she had become uncomfortably familiar. The gag was an odd one it looked like a squashed rubber ball was attached to the gag a very large red one it would completely fill her mouth. There was a wide oval flange on the front of it that seemed like it would go between her lips and her teeth she could not determine its purpose but it must make some sort of a seal. Quinn opened her mouth to raise one final protest she was not fast enough. The gag was pushed into place her jaw was forced wider and wider. When it was in fully and the back laced up it would force her jaw down onto the gag further muffling any cry. Quinn had a hard time of it her poor little jaw had to stretch so far to accommodate the huge gag she was lucky to avoid choking. The two captors adjusted the gag making sure that the thick rubber flange was between her teeth and her lips.

Britney ran a finger over her jaw “be a good little girl and bite down as hard as you can on the gag and keep biting down or else.” Quinn did not want to find out what the or else was so she bit into the soft rubber as hard as she could. There seemed to be something inside the rubber ball as if it was constructed in layers. Her teeth slowly seemed to sink into something underneath the top layer of flexible rubber she swore that she could feel an odd sensation as she continued to bite down. Something seemed to be sucking or pulling on her teeth and there was a faint hissing sound. Britney looked at her with a measured stare “ok that should be enough now open your jaw.” Quinn tried to open her mouth the dam thing moulded around her jaws would not budge as if a suction pump was holding her jaws locked to the ball and the weird rubber flange. Jane chimed in “that was a brand new suction mould you removed all the air when you bit down on it now the only way to get it out is a special key not that it’s coming out for a very long time.” They laced the back of the mask shut it took quite a long time but it was very tight and forced Quinn to bite down even harder on the massive ball. The steel laces were put into the retaining block it was screwed shut then the ends of the cable were cropped and neatly tucked away. A panel covered the back of the muzzle and then a zip closed it with a little final click which sounded much louder in Quinn‘s head.

Quinn explored the sensations of the new restraint it was irritating the way it filled her mouth making it uncomfortable to do pretty much anything. It forced her to breathe through her nose all she could smell was leather. It was very effective she would need a key to get out just like everything else. The collar and the muzzle meant that she had no movement in her neck she was stuck in this position a little like some kind of doll. Her head was forced to look forwards. She tried to make a noise any bit but the huge rubber invader was too efficient.

"Seems like you are finally ready to be plugged into a little entertainment centre, my dear Quinn, just a little while longer and you get plugged in.” Quinn had no desire to be plugged back into anything but she had no say in the matter, In one corner of the room was a heavy sort of metal cart that had a large inverted V with two odd attachment points in the middle, there was a bundle of machinery underneath it. "Please hold still, Quinn." Britney stopped the cart next to her, and the two of them lifted her clear off the table. Quinn went red as she was connected to the cart by the connections and seals to the plug and dildo. A pair of U-shaped piece of metal fitted snugly around her doubled up legs locking her in place straddling the cart. The Metal bands were pushed in further tightly around both of her legs holding her in place with dull clicks, it securely held her in her ridged position.

They connected the machine that she was straddling into all sorts of tubes cisterns and devices. Britney clapped her on the ass" You are ready to go, Quinn. Let me turn this on and your rehabilitation can begin." Quinn attempt to struggle to wiggle her way away from her tormenters, she was already certain that escape was impossible but trying was still a form of rebellion. The garment completely erased her arms crushed her waist and held her legs tightly in place. She looked around the room, but could do nothing but wriggle as the vibrating monster sapped her will.

She had to admit, though she didn't want to there was no chance of escape. The upgraded enema machine started to kick in. there was a flow of warm soapy water uncomfortably hot. Then in quick succession there was a burst of freezing cold liquid. She bucked against her restraints and mewed into her gag. She had no chance to get used to anything the machine was switching backwards and forwards so quickly she had no way to prepare herself half her body was full of hot soapy water half full of freezing cold water. The vibrator in front picked up the pacer soon Quinn was so busy orgasming again and again she couldn’t even think about escape.

The machine was more powerful it varied between the extreme freezing and really boiling hot treatments it was larger and intruded deeper. There was a strange unsettling sensation. Quinn realised that something was being pumped through her with the water. It also had a lot of plastic balls little ones inside the flow of water so that she was continually being assaulted from the inside by the things being pumped through her guts with a heavy motor pump a strange sensation to be sure. After ten minutes Quinn found it also had a harsh flush function using coffee granules. Her pussy was being constantly stimulated so she was orgasming again with no way to even think of an escape plan.

 "Are you ready, dear?" Britney stroked her head, Quinn could do nothing as Brittney turned on a projector it was showing in numbers twenty four hours. Quinn realised she would be trapped on the machine. She came in another orgasm the machine bleeped and another hour was added onto the clock. Quinn realised in a panic she was going to be an hour longer on the machine for every orgasm she had. She screamed in frustration trying to hold herself then she came again twenty six hours, she would never escape the dam machine. She wondered what the future would hold for her as she squirmed again against the vibrator, "Don’t worry I am sure you can control yourself princess." Quinn was left in the dark room the merciless machine tormented her front and rear she would have no chance of escape this was her fait...