Controlling Christine, Book One

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream ….

I drifted slowly in towards the beach after my long and exhausting swim, surprised to see a strangely costumed creature standing between two men. They moved down the sand to meet me when I staggered from the surf and I had some misgivings about the appearance of the unexpected trio, obviously there to meet me at the deserted bay, but I had to emerge to get to my clothing and towels.

They walked purposefully towards me, the two men carrying large bulky nylon bags, yet remaining partially hidden behind the tall imposing figure dressed in what appeared to be an environment suit of some kind. The one in the suit seemed to be in charge and he stopped about ten feet from me.

“Remain where you stand female!” A harsh command issued from suited one.

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” I demanded belligerently. “And get out of my way!”

“Take, her!” he spoke again. The two men dropped their burdens and rushed around him.

I turned to flee back to the water, but before I could run, they both tackled me and threw me to the sand, kicking and squalling, trying to defend myself. It was a hopeless match. In seconds they had me pinned, bouncing and thrashing against their combined strength and weight.

“Let me go! Let me go!!” I screamed wildly, but knowing that there was no one near to help me. The solitude was the reason I’d chosen this spot, and it now worked against me.

“Bind her!” ordered the harsh and strangely-accented voice, one of his booted feet kicking over one of the bags.

“No! NO! NOOOO!” I howled when I realized what he’d said. They were going to tie me up!

“It is useless for you to resist female.” the voice snapped. “Relax and let it be done, or you shall pay dearly!”

I continued to scream and struggle though as the two strangely silent men dug in the bag and pulled out a pile of glittering chain and, wide, circular metal bands. They were going to chain me! I fought with renewed desperation to prevent it from happening. Now, I wept and struggled in desperation against their overpowering weights, not wanting to give in without a struggle.

“Hurry it up you scum!” the voice whip-cracked at the two men.

I flailed wildly while one of them raised a strange cage-like affair in his hands, then brought its bottom opening down over my head. When it touched my jerking shoulders the thing’s lowest three inch wide band began to shrink with alarming rapidity and in a second it had tightened snugly around my throat. I briefly heard and felt a metallic rattle under my chin and at the back of my neck, but instantly forgot it when another wide metal band over the top of my head also shrank into a tight strap from ear to ear! With renewed fervour, I screamed when the lower one across the front of my face also began to shrink inwards. I couldn’t see what happened, but when it snapped into contact with my face, a protrusion seemed to grow from its inner side, sliding between my teeth, directly into my opened mouth! The band continued to shrink ever more tightly onto my face, covering it from either side of my nose down to and under my chin, cupping it firmly. Inside my mouth the awful, cold invader continued its expansion and extrusion!

I writhed wildly against my captors, screaming with terror, until the awful thing inside my mouth filled it completely and cut off my cries, then it began to extend itself down my throat! At first it was only a small tickling tendril at the back of my mouth, but with a rush that made me retch uncontrollably, it thickened and slithered far down my oesophagus and into my stomach. I was incoherent with shock while being gagged so efficiently. The wide strap encircling my forehead shrank to a snug tightness, then seemed to flow down either side of my nose and face and meld into the wide gag-strap. My feelings of being rendered suddenly helpless and silent were too much and I ceased my frenzied struggling, then just lay there on the sand, weeping wildly while the horrible metal cage rapidly completed its enclosure of my head.

From the neck-band on either side, small arms snapped out and plugged themselves unerringly and directly into my ears, deafening me. They shortened, pressing more deeply inside my head, making me shiver and writhe frantically, trying to free my hands to tear the thing away, but the process hadn’t finished. Two more thin tendrils extruded upwards from the thickening metal strap over my lower face! They slithered smoothly up into my nostrils, delicately threading themselves ever deeper into my head, then with an awful buzzing and a terrible electrical shocking sensation, I felt them join into the metal that had forced itself down my throat. It was horribly painful when they connected and I thrashed madly, but silently, still held down on the sand. There was no way, now, that the semi-alive metal thing encompassing my head could be removed. Strangely, I could still breathe easily and so concentrated on that freedom while I closed my eyes for a moment, trying desperately to keep my sanity. When I opened them though, the metal thing around my head had grown another wide strap, and it was shrinking slowly into position over my upper face. It too clamped into place with a sudden snap, but still, strangely, I could see out through tunnel-like apertures over each of my staring eyes. Thin ridges on its inner surface slid slowly inwards. I tried to scream, again when they gently insinuated themselves under my upper and lower eye-lids, then slowly pulled them wide open so that I had to stare outwards, unable to close them!

My left arm was released and I brought it up to my face just as one of the men placed a band over my wrist, then slipped small loops between each of my fingers and thumb. The entire assembly snapped closed with none of the gentleness of the head cage, instantly sinking into crushing tightness around the wrist joint and extending two inches up my fore arm. Between my fingers and thumb, the metal loops also shrank until my hands had to curl into almost useless appendages. A chain dangled from the cuff and I flung my arm around, attempting to evade what I knew was surely coming and also trying uselessly to rid myself of the restricting and very uncomfortable thing. One of the men grabbed the chain and dragged my arm back to the sand, kneeling on it to hold it down. My other arm suddenly sprang free, but it too suffered the same fate and beneath the wide strap my staring and wide open eyes streamed with desperate tears while I retched against the metal things threaded inside my face and head. The silence imposed on me was utter and inescapable, but with a rush, external sound was restored and I heard the waves hissing against the sandy beach behind me.

“Her feet and ankles now you sluggards!” was the next harsh command.

My right leg was freed and I never was permitted to see the strange thing that was slipped onto my foot. A wide metal strap snapped tight around my ankle, then I felt a stirrup strap clamp intimately into my high arch. From the back of the band, over my heel, another narrower band flipped under my foot and joined itself to the stirrup strap, then it extended in a form-following curve down under the ball of my foot, widening quickly across it. It flowed around my toes and up over the top of them, melting into itself in a seamless, round-pointed toe, like a shoe. Inside, narrow little rings clipped tightly and painfully around each of my toes then the under-strap began to shorten, pulling my foot down into a highly-arched and very uncomfortable posture; like wearing six inch high heels, but without the spike of the heel. I couldn’t fight the inexorable tension of the shrinking strap, able only to kick and flail my legs silently against the very uncomfortable tensions. When I did, I felt another chain flail against my legs. A moment later my other foot was similarly imprisoned and I wept with the discomfort of my new footwear, still struggling half-heartedly to resist my ever deepening bondage.

“Raise her and remove her coverings!”

The two men abruptly pulled me to my feet and held me on either side. My pointed toes sank deeply into the fine sand and I struggled to remain standing on my own, feeling the short chain between my ankles snap tight with each mincing, restricted little pace. A calloused hand grasped the narrow bikini chest strap behind my back and gave a sharp pull. The threads holding the halter around me parted easily and it was ripped from my body, leaving my breasts to spill out, trembling vulnerably. I tried to wail out my fear and distress and cover myself with my chained and clawed hands when this happened, but the same hand that had ripped away my top grabbed the chains from my wrist cuffs and jerked my arms behind my back. Another hand slipped under the waistband of the bottom portion of my bikini and with a sharp jerk, ripped it from me. I stood naked and helpless before the three of them.

“Belt her now! She shall be used as a breeder, but for the moment she is to be sealed completely!”

One of my captors picked up a wide hoop-like affair and dropped it down over me to waist level. I tried to wriggle away from the rapidly shrinking belt, but chained and held as I was I couldn’t escape it. With the tight collar and sight-limiting I was subject to, I lost sight of the wide strap when it began to shrink around my waist. At first it seemed only to nestle against me, then with irresistible force it began tightening deeply into my belly. I twisted wildly while it continued to shrink and when it finally stopped, I gasped with the horrible compression, feeling as though I’d almost been cut in half! Over my hips, narrow metal straps extruded themselves to the front and down along the crease of my leg and body joint, then flowed together just over my pubic bone. I could feel the joined strap continue back through my crotch, then deep between my thighs it split apart again into three separate straps, a narrow one passing under each buttock and sliding up to my hips to rejoin the deeply-sunk cinch, while the third slipped up the crevice between my buttocks and joined to the cinch at the centre of my back. They all tightened abruptly and I felt my lower body become ensnared, just like my head!

The crotch-piece began to thicken across my s*x and through my crotch, cupping the contained and covered flesh firmly. For a couple of seconds nothing further happened. I stared wildly out through the tunnels over my staring eyes, then suddenly, deep between my legs, the metal on the inner side of the crotch-piece began to flow and coalesce!

It felt as though a blunted hook had been placed at each end of my cleft, then, little interior vices tightly and painfully clamped the outer lips of my s*x! Another set of jaws similarly gripped the delicate inner labia, tugging on them. My c******s was surrounded a narrow ring around its base and placed under an unbearable tension and I felt the metal quickly cover the sensitive nubbin and squeeze it tightly inside a shrinking metal sphere. The hooks again separated slightly length-wise, while at the same time the c******l ring irised even further closed. The awful, intimate sensations of this torturing sent me into a frenzied dance of pain, then the clamps on my lips gripped tighter and separated, pulling my body forcibly open under the metal covering! A strangled scream erupted from my metal-filled throat when another of the insidious, metal protrusions slowly inserted itself into my body and I squealed in terrified discomfort while it threaded itself upwards and into my bladder. Horribly, yet another intruder slipped deeply up into my v****a and uterus and began to thicken alarmingly. I thought that I was going to be torn asunder so large did the prong grow, while my hips thrust and jerked wildly and instinctually against the concealed mechanical rape. That wasn’t the end. Almost as soon as the crotch dildo stopped its cancerous growth, a thin tendril of the semi-alive metal snaked up into my behind, slipping further and further inside my bowel. Deep in my belly, I could feel its continuing journey while it flowed up into my intestines. With another of the paralysing shocks, I felt it join to the metal thing that had descended my throat and into my stomach. In my lower bowel the tendril swelled rapidly into a very thick shaft, penetrating me for nearly eight awful inches. Just inside, the shaft continued to expand into a wide mushroomed plug, filling and sealing me very uncomfortably. The short thinness of the shaft passing through the sphincter sprouted small thin flanges both inside and outside my body, around its circumference, and they in turn swelled outward to form small discs. Their edges cupped slightly towards each other, then they slid closer and closer together, clamping the sensitive muscular ring of my sphincter muscle firmly between them! When this happened I squirmed madly, trying to escape the horrible sensation, but it was of no use. I’d been totally sealed.