The Contract

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

My First Uniform

It seemed that I was always being awakened for newer and more interesting things and this time a gentle shaking of my shoulder pulled me out of the land of dreams.

“Now, Miss Henderson,” my newest mentor stated, looking at me intently, “it is time for you to be fitted with your Basic, Inner Uniform. You must be completely naked for this to be accomplished, then you will be placed in your Outer Travelling Uniform.”

In my fuzzy-minded state, I mumbled for him to go ahead and do his worst, then kicked the sheet off and lay there brazenly looking up at him, smiling a little. The doctor and nurse helped me sit up, then assisted me from the table, positioning me at its side. I was instructed to place my hands on top of my head, spread my legs and suck in my belly, then hold that position and posture. Once I had assumed the position I stood like that for a moment, then one of the black-shrouded chaperones came over with a cordless razor and shaved my belly and crotch completely. When she’d finished, the other one applied a thick coat of gelatinous, blue-coloured gel and it immediately began to tingle when it was absorbed into my skin.

“This is a depilatory agent,” the man said, “and it is being employed to inhibit and eventually stop the growth of hair on the areas to which it is applied.”

I was muzzily happy to hear this, as shaving and waxing down there had become more and more of a chore that I detested.

The Arab watched the entire process impassively then returned to the large suitcase; this time coming back with a strangely configured, gleaming, 10 cm wide, five mm thick, stainless steel belt. There were muted clinks when sturdy little rings around its outer circumference moved in their mounts and I glanced back over my shoulder to see that the cinch was also lined with thin black rubber; looking a little forbidding and very institutional. He brought it over to where I stood, waiting unknowingly and somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice told me that I wasn’t going to like this particular device, but my curiosity got the better of my fogged senses. A shiny, black-lined, U-shaped strap swung from a fixture moulded into the back-centre part of the belt and I also caught a quick glimpse of a long and thick shaft projecting inwards from it.

‘What the Hell is that thing?’ I wondered with some worry, yet knowing instinctively, as any woman who saw it would.

“Please stand erect, Miss Henderson and suck in your stomach,” he commanded, looking deeply into my eyes and I obeyed him without thinking twice.

He walked behind me and spread the ends of the belt apart then slipped it around my narrow, sucked-in waist and I was amazed at how well it fit. He swung it closed to the front, high in the soft cavity between my pelvis and lowest ribs and it seemed to flow around my body, pressing deeply into my stomach, yet riding comfortably over my hip bones. The thick metal strap tightened and I heard him mutter happily when it closed fully a moment later with another solid click. It had been locked firmly around my abdomen, compressing my waist firmly.

“Please take a moment to become used to the waist band, Miss Henderson,” he said pleasantly while he stood looking at me, a strange, feral glint flashing from his eyes.

The corset-like compression of the cinch and the narrow band with its attached plug, dangling coolly down over my buttocks, were hard to ignore.

“Now, bend forward over the table, Miss Henderson, and hold the edge with your hands while we fit your crotch-band and plug,” he commanded with quiet authority I couldn’t resist or ignore.

Once more I followed his orders unquestioningly, feeling my stirupped feet slide outwards on the waxed floor when the toe of his shoe gently nudged my legs further and further apart.

“W-w-why,” I stammered muzzily, “is there a plug? And these things under my feet feel really strange.” I rose on my tip toes to ease the strange sensation of the stirrups

“We feel that it is better to accustom our new female employees to the sensations of their rectal and vaginal plugs as quickly as possible, Miss Henderson,” he explained clinically. “Now, hold still while the rectal one is fitted. Please relax yourself as much as you can.”

One of the veiled chaperones rose from the floor at a gesture from him and came over to the other side of the examining table where she grasped a handful of the chains from my nose and earrings, then pulled them gently downwards until my face was pressed firmly against the table’s top.

Something slippery was worked gently between my buttocks making me moan into the resilient surface with embarrassment while the lubricant was forced inside my anal passage, then he told me to spread my legs even more. Having gone this far already and still compliant from the relaxant, I obeyed. For a moment nothing happened, then a thick-shafted, long, cone-shaped object began to be forced slowly into my body. It rose far up inside my bowel, causing me to writhe and yelp from its distinctly uncomfortable and rigid presence and when I tried to protest about the awful intrusive, sensation and stand up, the firmly held chains jerked me painfully to a halt, keeping me bent over until the thing had been fully inserted. He slowly pushed on the metal crotch-piece, moving it up and forward, while the black-robed assistant prized my buttocks apart, allowing the plug to slide in even more and making me twitch and moan uncontrollably. The long shaft seemed to flex within my body and I jerked frantically against the nose and earring chains, uncaring of the pain they elicited, trying to reach around behind me to stop whatever it was they were doing. Slowly, he moved the crotch-band even further forward between my thighs, forcing the rigidly connected plug to angle more deeply into my bowel and I writhed and mewled frantically from the inexorable penetration, unable to prevent it from happening.

The woman holding my facial chains released them and I shakily stood up, feeling the tops of my thighs separated now by the wide metal band pressing deeply into the tender flesh of my inner thighs at their juncture with my body. He continued to grip the crotch-strap, now held below my shaven s*x, when he turned me to face him. The chaperone who had held my chains walked over to the suitcase and returned with a narrow box, opened for him.

“You are also required to wear a vaginal plug, Miss Henderson, and so you will now be fitted with it.”

With his free hand he reached inside and withdrew a long, very thick, dildo. I giggled a little at the sight of the shiny, black, slightly flexible rubber prong, complete with wide silvery spots embedded all along and around its length with its entire head a brightly gleaming chrome. One of my chaperones knelt in front and lubricated my naked s*x lips gently, forcing a lot of the slippery stuff inside, and I couldn’t help but gasp from her delicate, teasing and arousing touches, writhing against the controlling tug of the firmly held crotch-piece while she fondled my c******s. My passion rose unexpectedly while I contemplated my exotic jewellery and the tight cuffs I was locked into, but I was unaware that these were the last human touches to my s*x I would feel for a long, long time to come.

“Is that my other p-plug?” I asked a little stupidly, staring down at its long thickness with horrified fascination.

The doctor and nurse glanced at one another and commented about how excellent their choice of me had been, for I appeared to be on a hair-trigger of s****l response, even though I remained under the influence of the relaxant.

“Marsalaa, it is apparent that this female has been a marvellous choice. The fitting of her Basic Uniform proceeds exceedingly and once she has been locked into it, it should keep her hot and ready until the time comes to sample her.”

“Achmed has always provided the best of the available females. I’m sure this one will prove to be a jewel amongst jewels, Master Faisal.”

This exchange was conducted in their native tongue and I was unable to understand a word of what was said, but I was encouraged by their, I thought, friendly smiles while I stood there being ministered to by the kneeling, black-clad, Arab woman.

The doctor deftly attached the dildo to a fitting deep in the centre of the crotch-piece between my wide spread thighs; it still held out between them, and for a moment he contemplated the delta of hairless flesh, bisected now by my pouting and inflamed vaginal lips. I leant back against the edge of the examining table, feeling the back band pressing inwards, separating my buttocks.

“Now, Marsalaa, insert the plug slowly and easily so that she doesn’t become too frightened,” he commanded quietly in his native tongue.

She slowly and delicately guided the thick phallus into my s*x, gesturing that I should wriggle and rotate my hips to ease its entry. God, the thing was monstrous. I’d never felt so entirely filled in my life_ Its bumpy thickness sank ever deeper into me and I couldn’t stop the moan of disconcerted sensation while it rose into my belly, but nevertheless I writhed my hips instinctually to accept its full length. At last, she held her hand snugly against my mound, keeping the monster within me, then the doctor gradually drew the wide, formed strap up and over my lower belly. The kneeling, black-robed chaperone withdrew her hand while the thick, steel cover plate closed on my quivering abdomen, allowing the dildo to extrude slightly, but when it began to slide out, studs on its exposed end slipped into mating holes in the shield, locking it firmly in place. The doctor continued to draw the crotch cover forward and up, forcing the entire length and thickness of the dildo back into my body so that in seconds it was completely buried, deep within my abdomen. When the huge thing was forced further and further inside me, I couldn’t help the gasps and small cries of astonishment, mild discomfort, and growing arousal that escaped my lips while I wriggled and twisted desperately to ease its penetration, eyes widening with shocked surprise at its thickness and length.

For a moment, he held the crotch-piece unmoving, looking at me intensely while I smiled back at him in frazzled uncertainly. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes, then, without a change of expression, he suddenly jerked the crotch-band sharply upwards, lifting me right off the floor. When my full weight came on the wide, deeply cupped steel crotch cover, there was a solid, metallic click. Its fittings locked into place within their waistband receptacles, forcing a small scream from me when the plugs were driven even more deeply and irrevocably into my body. Gradually, I managed to inch my legs back together, trembling slightly when the cuff-rings touched and rubbed against each other.

“Miss Henderson, you now wear your Basic Uniform,” the Arabian man stated. “You have just been fitted with a high security chastity belt and you will wear it for the full duration of your Contract.” he stated with calm satisfaction. “Additional equipment for your chastity belt will be added in the future.”

I looked down over the quivering, vulnerable mounds of my naked breasts, trying to comprehend what he’d just said, and at the same time see the gleaming expanse of stainless steel covering my belly; pressed deeply into the soft, hairless flesh. I fingered the squeezing, tight cinch curiously, then the featureless expanse of the crotch-band. It was almost impossible for me to see the waist strap, so deeply did it constrict my mid-section, and I couldn’t even feel or see the heavy, integral locks that held it securely. I was to find that, indeed, it was permanently locked on and into my body and there was no possible way I could free myself of its control.

“Wow! It sure is tight,” I gabbled through my still numbed and encumbered tongue. “How long did you say I have to wear it?”

“Your Basic Uniform will be worn for the full term of your employment, Miss Henderson,” he repeated with a small smile of satisfaction twitching around his mouth.

“But ... but how am I supposed to, you know, go to the bathroom and other ... stuff?” I asked with a flush of embarrassment.

“There are times during each day when you will be permitted to complete bodily necessities, but you will be kept in your Basic Uniform, as you now wear it, for the next five years of your life.”

“Well, how about these other things you’ve put on me then?” I wailed, holding out my arms, and becoming concerned for the first time since I’d entered the room, wriggling in the confines of the chastity belt, trying to get used to its compression, the plugs, and their restricting influences on my mobility.

“Those, too, are a permanent part of your Basic Uniform, Miss Henderson. They are never removed at any time or for any reason while you are employed by His Majesty. Actually, that isn’t totally correct. The belt and plugs will be removed for servicing every two weeks, but you will be asleep when that happens, and, effectively, you will never be consciously aware that they have been removed and locked on again,” he stated bluntly.

“But it’s too tight. And the plugs are not at all comfortable,” I whined, “I want them off, please.”

“Your request is denied,” he declared flatly, “now, remain still while your Employee Number Disks are attached.”

One of the Chaperones handed him two gleaming, golden disks about the size of old silver dollars and about as thick, together with some sort of pliers. She brushed my long hair away from my ears while he reached out and attached a disk to one of the U’s in each ear, securing them with the tool she’d given him. I immediately found that they were very heavy, tugging constantly on my tender ear lobe flesh and thus keeping me continually aware of their presence, especially when I moved my head too quickly. There was no avoidance of feeling the heavy gold disks, the bells, and the chains jingling and clicking against my cheeks and collar. After this process was completed, I looked down at the floor, becoming more and more frightened while the drugs I’d consumed over the last 20 hours began to wear thin. What he’d said so far finally began to register. He allowed me no respite.

“Miss Henderson, while in his Majesty’s employ, you need no longer worry about rape, s****l disease, or an unwanted pregnancy,” he informed with a smirk of self-satisfaction. I couldn’t help the shiver of sensation that quaked my lower belly when I attempted to grip the slippery intruder with my internal muscles.

Something tickled me half way down my inner thighs when I bent over, trying to inspect the ‘Belt again, trying to see whatever it was between my legs. He told me not to worry about it. It was only a short antenna. Giggling again, I thought that was a silly place for an antenna.

“Please walk around the room for a moment or two, Miss Henderson,” he ordered. “I would like to see how you are getting used to your Uniform so far.”

I started with slow, hesitant steps and immediately gasped uncontrollably when the plugs inside me writhed with every step I took, making me almost collapse from the sensation of their insidious and invisible movements. With my first two paces, I also discovered that deep under the shiny steel locked over my loins, there was a small, cleverly-placed projection that rubbed constantly against my c******s. I gritted my teeth against the arousing sensations it created and continued the exercise, feeling how the bands around my legs restricted and emphasised the movements of my muscles, and how the stirrups made me careful of the placement of my feet, clicking against the tiles with each hesitant step I took. There was something in the centre of each stirrup-band that projected out under my insteps, and whatever it was had the effect of raising the rest of my foot off the floor when I put it down. Also, with every step, my feet slid off to the side a little and I quickly discovered that I could barely walk wearing this type of foot gear, never mind even trying to run.

After a minute, he beckoned me over to stand before him.

“Miss Henderson, you will now be equipped with your Travelling Uniform. Marsalaa and Amiah will dress you,” he stated and left the room in a flurry of desert clothing.

He had completed the essential, for him, part of my Basic Uniform, and now left the balance of my envelopment to the not-so-tender mercies of the two chaperones. My confinement within the required feminine clothing was of no real interest to him, so long as it controlled me in the manner it was designed to. This was but the beginning of my journey.

How I felt about matters was no longer of interest or concern.