Diplomatic Immunity, Part Two

Chapter Two-2

“I discovered, while she was in your country, that she indulged frequently in much salacious s****l activity and deeply enjoyed displaying her body like one of your common whores. Now, she will remain discretely and properly concealed within her garments. She is unable to escape them, for they are permanently affixed and so her lewd displays are now a thing of the past. Those most private parts of her body, the ones she used to enjoy so much, are now employed to remind her that she is subject to the will of others ... and not herself! In short, what she used to give away is now being used to punish her.”

With that he drew a small remote control device from his pocket and caressed the buttons on its face. The chained, suspended, and steel-garbed female beyond the bars began to writhe and jerk demonically at her restraints, swinging wildly, yet silently back and forth even though the movements of her legs were restricted by a large steel ball at the end of the tight chain that descended from the centre of a thick steel shaft separating her ankle cuffs. Meanwhile her hands were kept spread wide from her visibly compressed waist by a thick steel bar. She was held high enough off the floor by chains leading to the sides of a steel waist band that the ball and its leash kept her legs stretched fully downwards – although it didn’t stay at rest on the floor! Whatever was being done to her must have been very intense, for every few seconds her legs bent at hip and knee, as much as their chains permitted, pulling the obviously heavy steel sphere up to swing erratically for a few seconds before thudding back onto the concrete and pulling her legs straight out once more! Above the steel band that tightly compressed her waist, her upper body attempted to twist and somehow writhe free of the shiny steel harness that imprisoned it and her metal-concealed and webbed face and head twisted fractionally inside the cage and collar that confined them.

With each bending of her legs, some small freedom was permitted to her chained and bar-separated hands, and she automatically jerked them against their restrictions, her fingers clawing at empty air while she attempted to get them near her imprisoned crotch and breasts. However, the chain arrangement and separator bar holding her upper limbs prisoner would not permit this. Nevertheless she struggled desperately and pitiably against them for, obviously, under the coverings, something terrible was being done to her body’s most sensitive flesh, and she couldn’t stop it or escape it!

I looked at the floor and saw the many small indentations left by the innumerable times the steel ball had been jerked aloft then banged down and wondered how often she had been punished like this, hardly believing that she was made to suffer this type of discipline every day. The most frightening aspect of the spectacle I was forced to observe was that she was entirely soundless, the only noises coming from within her cell being the repetitious thudding of the ball when it hit the floor and the clashing of chain links. He spoke again.

“She suffers continually for her sins, Kelly Hanson!” he stated harshly, “And soon you shall also pay for your most annoying and pestilential curiosity, perhaps in much the same manner.”

It was then I began to fully comprehend the complexity and depth of Delilah’s restraints. The steel implements were fastened so tightly onto her body and limbs that her flesh was visibly indented. I would call the thing around her upper body a bra, I suppose, but there was no mistaking that the device clasped around her waist and between her legs was, in fact, a chastity belt.

Her neck was tubed by a thick, wide collar and integrated with it was what can only be described as a cage; a virtual web of carefully formed steel straps that was snared tightly around her totally bald head. The arrangement kept it held rigidly erect, almost incapable of turning from side to side and because of the height of the collar, unable to bend forward. A heavy chain was welded to its rear and led over to a very sturdy carriage, this free to run along a thick rail inset into the back wall of the cell. It, together with two others: one from the back of her waist cinch and the other from the centre of the bar separating her ankles, held her as a leashed prisoner within the cell, and I could see that the lengths of these tethering chains was insufficient for her to be able to reach the wall of bars, where we stood watching on the other side. She might be able to see them; but she’d never be able to touch them.

The head cage had been manufactured and fitted to its wearer so that it too pressed snugly all over her skull and face, but that wasn’t the worst of it! The entire front of her head was concealed beneath formed steel plates that had been locked and bolted onto the tightly encompassing straps. Two hoses led from under the bump covering her nose and another pair from where I supposed her mouth would be, while at the back, a thick umbilical of coiled black wires had been connected to chromed fittings. I didn’t know, then, what these were for, but the mere sight of them made me shiver with horror at where they might lead, and what they might be capable of. Her ears were completely covered with shallow domes, and I knew without being told, that they eliminated her hearing.

At the back of her chest, other sets of hoses had been connected to fittings there, and I could see that there were lines of tubing curving around her body to terminate at both the apexes and bases of the breast cups! Jesus! What were they for? Another coiled black wire was also connected to its fitting on the back of the bra, and I shivered with terror at what it also portended.

Deep between her forcibly separated legs was a short thick post and looping out behind was a pair of thick diameter hoses together with a coiled, black wire chord. All of these were securely integrated to form the thick umbilical fastened to her waist chain and this led to fittings on the carriage. The carriage to which her leashes were fastened was capable of sliding along the rail embedded in the rear wall and so, being of the same length or a little longer than these, they were incapable of being pulled loose from their mounts. Connecting the various items that ensnared her body was a series of tightly strung, flat linked chains, thus ensuring that the steel garments were a compete whole: inescapable. Even her head cage was integrated to them!

Her legs were joined together in a diabolical arrangement that kept them forever separated from each other. Around her upper thighs, wide bands pressed deeply into the muscles of the legs, these linked together by a very short steel bar with universal joints at either end, fastened to her thigh bands. Immediately below her knees, each leg was gripped by another tight, closely formed steel band and these were joined by a longer bar, while around her ankles were yet another set of steel cuffs. These were also separated by a substantial shaft; it even longer than the one between her knees,. Her ankle and knee separator bars were vertically joined together by other steel rods mounted close to the cuffs themselves.

I was stunned to see that her feet were securely captive within a pair of strangely configured boots, if they could be called that. Clamped tightly around the lower edges of her ankle cuffs, elongated cones were formed into the shape of a horse’s hooves, with their bottoms angled so that when standing with her legs spread by her ankle bar, they would rest flat on the cement floor. I could see no visible seams for this strange, obviously heavy, and severely limiting footwear and was horrified to realize that they were, as was the rest of her ensemble, permanent!

It was a terrible arrangement and obviously she would never be permitted her to close her legs together, no matter what she tried. The sight made me quail with terror and I turned away from the wall of bars; trying to obliterate the sight of the helpless, silently writhing young woman dangling in mid-air, but the sound of the steel ball, banging continually onto the hard concrete, could not be escaped while her punishment continued without let-up.

“And so you see what the crimes of my former daughter has reaped for her! I hope your curiosity is satisfied, Mr Hanson,” he said without any sign of pity for the girl he used to consider as a precious daughter, now confined and being tortured so efficiently and cruelly behind the barred wall. I turned and stared again at the suspended young woman. “Soon you will enjoy an even more interesting version of that restraint and discipline arrangement.

“Guard! Take him back to his cell and prepare him for transport to the doctor’s establishment.”

With that, he turned and left. The guard waited until he departed, then roughly dragged me from the terrible chamber of torment. Thirty minutes later I was back in my cell and once more securely fastened to the wall by my leashes, waiting fearfully for what was to come. He left me for a moment but returned carrying a small compressed gas cylinder, hoses and a mask. I struggled frantically against the chains that held me while he approached with the things held in his hands, desperate to escape what was coming. He ignored my struggles and laid the gas cylinder on the floor at my feet, took the mask and its dangling straps and moved unsnarled the long hose. Once it was loose, the guard approached me with the mask and despite my attempt to avoid it being fitted, he had soon slipped it over my face the tightened the straps harshly, ensuring an airtight seal. I stared at him in terror when he bent over and turned the valve at the cylinder’s top, then heard a soft hiss. Under the thick, black rubber mask, I held my breath, uselessly of course, and continued to fight my restraints in a frenzy of fear for as long as possible, staring into his evilly-grinning face. At last, with an explosive gasp I exhaled, and unable to help myself, inhaled deeply. The gas that had filled the mask was cloyingly sweet and I wept at my stupidity while I inhaled then watched helplessly while the world slowly turned to blackness.

I knew no more.

Aruf Mahjalis

At last I was free of the annoying young man and it was gratifying that I had managed to remove this last link. I was not troubled by what his fate might be. As soon as he’d been rendered unconscious, Dr Jannason brought the specialized shipping container for his newest client into the cell then speedily strapped him inside. It was vaguely coffin shaped; but provided with a mask that would supply the occupant with air for the duration of his four hour, helicopter ride to the doctor’s mountain complex.

Delilah continued to suffer fully and properly for her disgusting behaviour and would do so for the remaining years of her life.

The doctor, once overcoming his initial shock at what I had planned for her, then having actively participated in ensuring that my wishes were fulfilled, soon came to look with approval upon the harsh disciplines that I and my peers exacted upon our females when they transgressed their strictly defined boundaries. I had assured him that there was a very lucrative market for the services and devices he had created for me, and so shortly after equipping Delilah, he decided, with my support and financial assistance, to make the process into a business. Almost immediately, he began full time operations and I deeded some useless, barren land to him. Now his establishment in the mountains to the east was a gleaming and inescapable factory/prison, specializing in the creation of discipline harnesses for errant females, and soon, males also. Not only that, but his business did all the handling and maintenance of the ‘clients’ sent to him, as well as creating the cells at their homes.