Chained Convict For Life

Chapter Six-2

“Stand up girl!”

With his help, I rose to my feet and stood before him, shivering with delicious terror. Thomas took the two sets of gartering chains dangling from the front and sides of the waistband and adjusted them to rest on my thigh cuffs, then screwed their shackles tightly closed with a wrench. Next, he pulled up the inner and outer side chains from the below-the-knee cuffs and used another set of shackles to secure them to the thigh bands, pulling those tight!

A shiver of anticipatory terror passed through my body and while I stood there, he again knelt then took the fifty cm long chain from the thirteen kg steel ball and shackled it to the central ring of the ankle spreader bar, even further limiting my freedom of movement!

“Walking isn’t going to be easy for you, Girl!” he commented with another grim smile, “but that’s part of your punishment.”

He stood back and looked at me while I stared out at him from within my mask and helmet, already feeling terribly a captive. Turning, he went back to the puppy cage and picked up the last of my harness, the combination head cage and collar. This was a terrifying device even though I’d enjoyed having it made and playing with the semi-confinement of the cardboard form it had been made from. However, I’d had no true thoughts about what it would actually feel like to be locked inside and not be able to get it off! Now, I saw the steel cage for the first time, and it scared me nearly brainless to realize that it soon, in fact, would be locked around my head and neck! There was no way I could avoid Thomas fitting it to me though, held and restrained as I already was. He walked casually over to me carrying the combination head cage and collar with its sides swung back and ready.

I moaned with terror at what was about to be done to me and tried to shrink from him, tugging my hands and arms in futility against the wrist bar, staring at the gleaming web of steel.

“Does this piece of your harness scare you, Sabrina?” he smiled.

“Y-yes, Master!” I whispered, staring at the thing. “I-I don’t think I want to wear it!”

“It’s a very important part of your restraint ensemble, Sabrina.” he explained as though to a small and not very intelligent child.

“M-m-master? I-I-I know that, but-but I think it will be very uncomfortable and-and I’d rather not wear it, please?”

“No, Sabrina. You will wear this head cage and collar. Now, hold still while I put it on you.”

He quickly stepped behind me then brought it down in front of my face and head, waiting for me to settle down. I could not suppress the moan of terror and arousal that came from my soul, for this thing was the embodiment of some of my deepest dreams and worst nightmares. When he heard this, he slowly moved it back toward himself ... and my head and face!

The cage is designed to fit very snugly onto and around my head, face, and neck, and its integrated, high collar is rigidly fastened to the web of straps that encase my skull. At the top central junction, on the crown of my head is a large ring, while at both the front and back of the collar hung two others and they all flopped noisily back and forth. Wide steel straps rose up the sides from the collar, snugly covering my ears over the thickened helmet of my dungeon suit. A wide band went across my forehead, curving around to join to the ones covering my doubly insulated ears. Another wide strap surrounded my lower face, curved to fit the contours of my head, and was joined to the ear covering straps also. It had an opening for my mouth, and below that, a cup for my chin. Beneath my chin, it was joined to the collar, while on its upper edge was a triangular opening formed by the two narrow straps rising on each side of my nose to be joined to the forehead strap in the middle, over its bridge. Above my upper lip, the thinner strip just beneath my nose had small pins set onto it, and there was a hasp at the place where the point of my jaw was covered by the chin cup.

Thomas slowly and deliberately moved the whole thing closer and closer to my rubber covered face, and I felt the collar begin to surround my throat over the neck tube of my dungeon suit! I gulped nervously while he slowly wriggled the cage backward onto my head until the two, narrow metal straps on either side of my nose pressed firmly onto the mask pressing the mask even tighter onto my face! I had to lift my chin to allow it to slip into its cup; therefore, my head would always be held up and I would be unable to lower it!

“Ah! An excellent fit!” he exclaimed happily while he closed the curved side panels until they met at the back of my skull. Like the cuffs, they could not be completely closed because of the thickness of the helmet’s material, but with a small grunt they were soon joined. The wide, back, vertical strap from the crown swung down and locked the flanges together, as well as having a slot in its end click down over a staple at the back of the collar! I felt him place the bolts then tighten them and when he did, the pressure of all the shaped steel straps around my head, neck, and over my face slowly began to increase! I tried to shake it and say that it was too much to bear, but discovered that I could barely twitch my head, and I could not lower my chin! Thomas finished cranking the bolts into their holes until the cage was securely fastened, ignoring my despairing moans then he began to fasten the remaining chains of my restraint and discipline harness.

The first he added was the neck leash chain from the wall, and this he immediately fastened to the back ring of the collar then began to work on the harness chains again. He bought up the others from my bra, (the ones from either side of my breast cups at the front, and the middle one from between the breast cups) and shackled them to a ring at the bottom front edge of my collar. Next, he pulled up the remaining two back chains and fastened them to the ring on the bottom edge at the back of the collar and when they’d all had been secured, they acted to pull the entire harness securely into position webbing my body in steel. I tried again to lean forward and look at myself, but now, the chain web choked me very effectively when I tried to bend forward! He wasn’t finished yet and took the chains still dangling from my wrist cuffs, led them back to the side and over the hip rings of my waistband, then shackled them there. Now, I could barely straighten my arms because the ones from the wrist cuffs to my belt were only fifty cm long, stopping me from raising my forearms any higher than the bottoms of my breast cuffs! I could not touch my head or face, even if I bent forward, and when I did, I began to be choked again!

Another wordless moan shuddered from my throat when I tried to raise my hands and touch myself, but I was sealed inside the dungeon suit and the gleaming steel harness restricted nearly all of my freedom of movement, as was the intent. Thomas went to a small box on the puppy cage while I shifted on my hard seat, still attempting to sit comfortably in the chastity belt, but my buttocks were left bare by the design of the suit and I didn’t like the sensation at all! He returned, this time carrying the box, a hammer, and a long, square piece of steel.

“It’s time to fit the security sleeves.” he stated calmly, as though he chained girls every day. “You will hold still while I place them and set the rivets!”

“Y-yes, Thomas.” I gasped in a flood of terror at what was being done to me.

“Master!” He barked.

“Y-yes, M-master.” I whimpered, now more than a little frightened by his harsh tone of voice.

All of the flanges of my restraints, other than the front one for my chastity belt, are at its back or positioned so I cannot get at them, no matter what I try. He slipped the shielding, steel security caps over those of my ankle cuffs then made some adjustments to my legs. I heard the hammer smash the rivets down into their countersunk holes then immediately the remainder of the security shields were placed and riveted into place. Fifteen minutes later, I was totally locked into my restraints. Next, he took the wrench and tightened every one of the shackles for my chains, then with a portable grinder, burnished off all of their turn out heads! The last thing he did was to bring over my running shoes, put them on my feet, lace them tightly, and tie the knots.

Again, he stood back and looked at me, this time with a wide smile of satisfaction playing over his lips.

“You are now ready to serve your sentence, Convict Sabrina!” He said quietly. “Toiletries have been provided for you and you must use them as best you are able. I will be observing you on the closed circuit TV and you had better do as the rules say!”

“Your rules of behaviour are contained in the booklet on your computer desk. For your information, the lights will never be turned off and every Friday, at 6:00 am, you will be diapered then placed in the puppy cage as a day of enhanced punishment. You will stay there for the full twenty-four hours and while you are in the cage, you will always be fitted with the feeding gag. The only nourishment you will receive during that time is a water and bread mash. Otherwise, each evening, you will hear the monitor beep when it is time for you to lie down for the night, and that will come at 9:45 pm. Another will sound at 10:00, and you must be lying on your mat at that point. The monitor will wake you at 6:00 am, and you will perform your normal morning toilet functions.

“Now, stand up!” I did, and he turned to me once more. “You are permitted to use the computer to amuse yourself convict, but it does not connect to the Internet. You may write email to your friends, and they may reply, but all messages are subject to my censorship and control. When I leave the dungeon, you will immediately lie down and go to sleep. It is now 2:00 am, so you’ll have a short night. For the moment, that is all.”

I stood awkwardly, my legs forcibly separated by the Spanish Trapezoid, watching him gather the tools he’d used and all the small pieces of chain and the other materials left over after I’d been dressed then imprisoned in my harness. Even now, so soon after beginning to wear it, I desperately wanted to claw the mask off my face and somehow get out of the compressing suit that seemed to be slowly sucking itself onto my skin.

Whenever I tried to move though, my chains and harness made their authority felt, prohibiting most of my natural until now second nature gestures. I wanted to raise my gloved hands and touch him before he left, but he quickly stepped aside, not even permitting me the smallest allowance of familiarity! I dropped them, feeling the wrist separator bar pulled down by the weight of the steel to lie against the fronts of my thighs, hands held securely separated.

“P-Please ... M-Master ..,?” I whimpered, “A kiss before you leave?”

“No, convict Sabrina! You are being punished for bad behaviour!”

I shuffled slowly toward him while he moved to the door but then suddenly felt the chain leashes tethering me begin to tighten; their weight stopping me when their loops swung freely between their harness connections and the wall ring. They were of sufficient length that I was able to get close to the lattice wall, and unthinkingly I tried to reach between the bars, only to have my wrist separator bar clang loudly against them. The cell’s door slammed closed, locking with a terrible, final, metallic sound then he went to the one that sealed my dungeon, and, just before stepping through and closing it, turned to me.