It was time to lock up my breasts. She lifted and locked their cups a moment later, encasing my breasts within their armour. There were a few small chores to complete before she went to sleep and she executed them swiftly. The external, thin urinary drain hose had clicked onto the fitting on the front of my crotch strap, then came the thicker colostomy hose between my buttocks. The last connection was the drinking line and it snapped onto the fitting sprouting from between my pursed lips. She turned out the light and slipped into bed beside me; her silenced and chained slave girl.
“Good night, Julia,” she whispered into my captive ear, then closed her eyes, and my hearing disappeared once more, leaving me in a soundless void.
I lay beside her, silenced utterly, in growing terror that tom
