bar that slipped through her pierced earlobes from underneath. The bars folded over, pointing forwards and locking themselves into place.
‘You will receive instructions through the earphones. The bars of the earrings contain optical fibre lenses connected to a camera and transmitter with a range of several kilometres. We shall be able to see what you are doing at all times.’
Next came a thin metal-strap choker band. Contacts on the inside of the band pressed against Vanessa’s skin just under her Adam’s apple. At the back it locked into the same metal plate as the camera and earphones.
‘The band incorporates both external and throat microphones, so that we can hear you even if you whisper or sub-vocalise. It can also control your speech, but we’ll come to that in a moment …’
Miss Kyle held up what looked like a normal underwired white bra. But inside at the apex of the cups were bare metal rings. As Miss Kyle fitted the bra on to her, Vanessa bit her lip as small sprung points concealed within the rings pricked against the sides of her erect nipples.
‘The contacts can deliver various forms of stimulation,’ Shiller said, confirming Vanessa’s worst fears.
The last item was a white hipster thong to match the bra. But what caused Vanessa to gulp in dismay were the two dildo-like projections that extended from the inside of the crotch. They were moulded of black rubber with metal strips set into their sides. The rear prong was somewhat bulbous with a tapered neck, the forward more lifelike.
‘The phalluses contain the system batteries and other control devices,’ Shiller explained.
She trembled as Miss Kyle pulled the thong on to her, gasping as the dildos plugged her front and rear. Her anus stretched almost painfully wide until the bulbous anterior dildo slipped inside her and her muscle ring could close over its narrower neck with relief. Despite appearances, the thong was not elasticated, so she could not simply slide it off. It was locked in place by the integral clip in the back strap.
‘Apart from other functions, the phalluses will remind you at all times that we control the most intimate and vulnerable parts of your body,’ Shiller said. ‘It will be easier for you if you remember that.’
Vanessa gulped.
Miss Kyle plugged a flat, segmented metal cable into a socket at the back of the thong. The cable hugged the curve of Vanessa’s spine, connecting in turn to the bra, choker and earphone camera plate.
‘All the casings are titanium and the fabric itself is reinforced by titanium mesh,’ Shiller explained. ‘It is a hard metal and cannot be cut by ordinary tools. All the fastenings are electronically activated. You will only be able to remove the devices when we allow.’
Shiller seated herself on the bench, rested a laptop on her knees and plugged in a headset and microphone.
Miss Kyle unfastened the ankle cuff that had secured Vanessa to the wall. For the first time in hours she was free of any obvious physical restraint. But she knew that freedom was an illusion.
‘I, or whoever is controlling you remotely through this system, will be referred to as “Monitor”, and you will be known as “Puppet”,’ Shiller said. ‘All we require is that you obey your orders without question. Obedience will be rewarded, insubordination will be punished, like so …’ She touched a control on the laptop.
Vanessa tensed, but felt only a light tingling, first about her nipples, then the soft flesh of her anus, then deep inside her cleft. The sensation moved about her like an intimate caress. It was unexpectedly warming and arousing, and she began to respond, squirming and wriggling helplessly.
‘That was a reward. But if you are unco-operative …’
It felt as if hot needles were stabbing through her nipples, vagina and rectum. With a shriek she fell to the ground, clawing futilely at the torturing underwear.
Then the pain was gone, leaving behind only a lingering ache. Vanessa
‘You will receive instructions through the earphones. The bars of the earrings contain optical fibre lenses connected to a camera and transmitter with a range of several kilometres. We shall be able to see what you are doing at all times.’
Next came a thin metal-strap choker band. Contacts on the inside of the band pressed against Vanessa’s skin just under her Adam’s apple. At the back it locked into the same metal plate as the camera and earphones.
‘The band incorporates both external and throat microphones, so that we can hear you even if you whisper or sub-vocalise. It can also control your speech, but we’ll come to that in a moment …’
Miss Kyle held up what looked like a normal underwired white bra. But inside at the apex of the cups were bare metal rings. As Miss Kyle fitted the bra on to her, Vanessa bit her lip as small sprung points concealed within the rings pricked against the sides of her erect nipples.
‘The contacts can deliver various forms of stimulation,’ Shiller said, confirming Vanessa’s worst fears.
The last item was a white hipster thong to match the bra. But what caused Vanessa to gulp in dismay were the two dildo-like projections that extended from the inside of the crotch. They were moulded of black rubber with metal strips set into their sides. The rear prong was somewhat bulbous with a tapered neck, the forward more lifelike.
‘The phalluses contain the system batteries and other control devices,’ Shiller explained.
She trembled as Miss Kyle pulled the thong on to her, gasping as the dildos plugged her front and rear. Her anus stretched almost painfully wide until the bulbous anterior dildo slipped inside her and her muscle ring could close over its narrower neck with relief. Despite appearances, the thong was not elasticated, so she could not simply slide it off. It was locked in place by the integral clip in the back strap.
‘Apart from other functions, the phalluses will remind you at all times that we control the most intimate and vulnerable parts of your body,’ Shiller said. ‘It will be easier for you if you remember that.’
Vanessa gulped.
Miss Kyle plugged a flat, segmented metal cable into a socket at the back of the thong. The cable hugged the curve of Vanessa’s spine, connecting in turn to the bra, choker and earphone camera plate.
‘All the casings are titanium and the fabric itself is reinforced by titanium mesh,’ Shiller explained. ‘It is a hard metal and cannot be cut by ordinary tools. All the fastenings are electronically activated. You will only be able to remove the devices when we allow.’
Shiller seated herself on the bench, rested a laptop on her knees and plugged in a headset and microphone.
Miss Kyle unfastened the ankle cuff that had secured Vanessa to the wall. For the first time in hours she was free of any obvious physical restraint. But she knew that freedom was an illusion.
‘I, or whoever is controlling you remotely through this system, will be referred to as “Monitor”, and you will be known as “Puppet”,’ Shiller said. ‘All we require is that you obey your orders without question. Obedience will be rewarded, insubordination will be punished, like so …’ She touched a control on the laptop.
Vanessa tensed, but felt only a light tingling, first about her nipples, then the soft flesh of her anus, then deep inside her cleft. The sensation moved about her like an intimate caress. It was unexpectedly warming and arousing, and she began to respond, squirming and wriggling helplessly.
‘That was a reward. But if you are unco-operative …’
It felt as if hot needles were stabbing through her nipples, vagina and rectum. With a shriek she fell to the ground, clawing futilely at the torturing underwear.
Then the pain was gone, leaving behind only a lingering ache. Vanessa
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