The Sarcophagus
Chapter 4
Morning came with a wealth of aches and pains. Her eyes snapped open beneath
their blinding shields and she chewed automatically on the obdurate rubber pad
embedded in her mouth until a trickle of blessed moisture slithered down her
throat. She whined with terror when her situation came fully into focus again
then tried to sit up, only to be sharply tugged to a halt when her bed chains
snapped taunt. For a few minutes she jerked and kicked at her bindings, pleading
uselessly into her gag, attempting to escape; but the restraints were resolute
and unforgiving. She remained fastened in place.
Faintly, she heard the door to her cell slide open and lay very quietly, hoping
against hope that she would, on one hand, be released from her captivity, and
on the other, somehow be able to avoid whatever it was that was planned for
her. A second later the door hissed closed and locked again, then her sheet
was pulled off. She closed her eyes just before the shields over them were unlocked
and flipped back.
"Good morning, 130146! Very nearly time for you to go to the Operating Theatre.
Here's the program of what's to come." a burly lab-coated man standing over
her stated. "Today we'll mount the Control Additions in your body."
"Nnnnmmmpphhh .... " she instinctively tried to speak, forgetting about her
gag; blushing all over at being seen naked and helpless by an unknown male.
"Yes, yes, I know. You don't want to have it done. Too bad. You've elected
to pay for your crime in this manner and that's that." his uncaring voice continued.
"What we'll fit you with today and in the future will make it very easy for
us to keep you docile from now on and will also be used to secure you for your
testing. Too, they'll be employed when you're put into Isolation and you're
subjected to the Aversion Therapy. They also have the decidedly advantageous
aspect of keeping you fully and constantly aware of your femaleness."
Terror squeezed her heart with his words while he released her bed chains.
She slowly came erect and stared up silently at the tall man standing before
her. Her high-heel clad feet hung over the edge of the high bench, swinging
freely some twelve inches above the floor, the central leash from her hobble
dangling down, then running across to disappear into the central floor hole.
A part sob slipped from her throat when she looked at the links that tethered
her like an animal.
"You need not worry about any pain associated with being fitted with these
pieces of your Control Equipment, 130146. Once we get you on the Table, you'll
be thoroughly anaesthetized. The various pieces of this new ... ah . jewellery
will be mounted on, and within your body while you're under. You'll wake up
back here in this cell and be allowed to recover from the surgery for a day
or two. After that we'll proceed with attaching the balance of the equipment
to you. All of our female subjects are required to wear it, so you can take
some comfort that you're not alone, and you're not the first. You'll be permitted
a short time to get used to it, also.
"This part of the process will only take a short time to complete, then we'll
move to the Testing Stage to establish what your tolerances are. After we've
accumulated your base-line data; and that takes about four days of continuous
evaluation; we'll make a cast of your body. Then, when your Sarcophagus is ready,
we'll fasten you in it for the commencement of the Isolation Procedures. You'll
then be subjected to the Aversion and Correction Programs. Your sentence will
be carried out over the balance of your time here at ICESG. Needless to say,
you will emerge, when that is permitted, as a completely different person than
who you are now. In past experiments we've discovered that even a 30 day sentence
is enough to change experimental subjects irrevocably."
"NNNNnnnnnggghhhh!! NNNNNNGGGGHHHH! ... " Christine screamed into her gag,
hearing officially, how she was to spend the balance of her new life. Her restraining
chains rattled and snapped as she struggled frantically against them.
"Very well, 130146. Now that you're aware of what will happen; and I remind
you that you granted us these freedoms when you signed those documents yesterday,
it's time to get you along to the Operating Theatre."
Christine quailed on the bench before him. He moved towards her and she drew
her chained feet up and tried to shrink herself away from him; but her leashes
made her helpless and totally unable to avoid or resist, as was their intent.
Goose bumps of fear erupted on her flesh.
"Nnnnnnaaaggghhh! Nnnnnn!" she sobbed despairingly, flopping onto her side.
He disregarded her terrified, gag-strangled screaming and reached out to grasp
the collar chain close to the back of her neck. He'd seen it all before. Once
in hand, he jerked hard on the leash, pulling her erect and finally to her feet;
choking when the tight collar throttled her mercilessly. She stood naked and
shivering before him, staggering while she tried to re-accustom herself to the
punishing high heels. The door slid open and another white-coated man entered.
"Normal reaction?" he asked.
"Yeah, the usual. She's easy to handle though. Let's get her to the Operating
Theatre and secured. That British technician says he's on a tight schedule and
wants to get this one done and out of the way as soon as possible. They must
be paying a lot to fly him in, and have him equip these women like this, then
keep his mouth shut."
"I suppose so. None of our concern though. Let's get her prep'd."
"Right. Come along girl!"
The second man knelt and freed her hobble leash while the first connected
a chain to the front ring of her collar. Only then did he release the cell tethering
at the back of her collar and the hoses mounted to her face strap. When he'd
unlocked the lower chain, the second man stood and clamped Christine's left
arm in a firm grip. She tried to baulk when her leash tightened, bending forward
from the waist and leaning back against its demand; but it was a hopeless gesture
and a moment later she was drawn from the cell and out into a short, white-painted
and white tiled corridor. Sniffling and weeping with terror, she was dragged
relentlessly along the featureless passageway. Other barred doors broke the
monotony of the barren walls; but she only managed quick sideways glimpses inside
them as they passed. Each one also contained a young woman, chained and secured
as she had been; but there were some horrifying differences to their anatomies
that she didn't recognize the importance of, or comprehend. The pictures were
brief and utterly terrifying.
An elevator entrance loomed before her and with a swipe of an electronic key
card, the doors hissed open and she was marched inside. A second later the car
began its descent and they seemed to go endlessly down into the depths of the
earth. The doors opened to reveal an ante-room outside a gleaming, spotlessly
clean, Operating Theatre and through clear plastic doors she saw the stark reality
of the Operating table waiting for her, heavy straps dangling and waiting all
along it's fearsome length.
"Move!" One of them commanded, pulling firmly on her leash.
She stumbled into the room. It smelled of disinfectant combined with other
indefinable medical odours and her feet very nearly went out from under her
as she was made to prance, terror-stricken, towards the ominous platform. It
was one of the longest journeys of her young life. Once she stood by its side,
they grasped her arms and legs, then with a swoop she was picked up and deposited
on the lightly padded, black rubber surface. She was too frightened of what
was going to happen, and so at first offered no resistance; but when they began
to strap her down on the table; pulling the thick leather belts crushingly tight
across her waist, her chest, and just under her trembling breasts, she woke
to the fact that she was being prepared for a journey that she might not see
the end of. Her chained feet and pinioned arms drummed frantically. Christine's
head twisted back and forth in a frenzy, fighting against the restrictions of
her collar and imprisoning head cage. A second later, they put an end to even
these small tokens of resistance. A hook popped out of the Operating table's
surface, just under her collar, snapped through its dangling back ring, then
slowly and inexorably retracted into the recess it had sprung from. She felt
an immediate downward tension placed on her throat and found that her head had
now been utterly immobilized. One at a time both men released her arms and strapped
them to the surface of the table. Still efficiently gagged, she could say nothing
to her uncaring captors while they completed their tasks, much as she whined
and pleaded in incoherent screams; sending frantic messages for pity to them
with her tear-filled eyes.
Short moments later both of Christine's lower limbs had been encircled by
more of the tight, wide bands of thick leather: at her ankles, below the knee,
and mid-thigh. Her legs were held, separated, and would soon become more so
when the lower portion of the table split. These would be bent so that her knees
were pulled up and widely apart, then drawn back towards her chest, allowing
the technician an unobstructed access to her sex. They moved back to her head.
Suddenly, a panel beneath dropped away to let it be pulled further back by the
hook through the ring on her collar. A padded clamp on each side was adjusted
until her skull was held immovably. She stared up at the blank white ceiling,
held in suspense for what was next. It wasn't a long wait.
"OK, 130146. Time for you to go to sleep."
A black breathing mask descended to cover Christine's nose and strap-concealed
mouth, and she stared upwards into the void above, trying desperately to hold
her breath. It too was a lost battle before it had even begun. A minute later
she had to inhale with a deep gasp, taking in the ether-laden air that awaited
within the mask and the tanks connected to it. With a last shiver, her eyes
lost their focus and she slid deeply into a fathomless blackness.
