Cara · Part 2

Cara · Part 2 (2/2)
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or the offer I make you, now or at any point forward is that clear?”

“Yes,” I said.

So, we get to the 56th floor. The first thing I notice is the décor, it’s much more expensive, much more flamboyant. There are leather sofas all over the place and everyone is dressed basically like me, much higher heels and shorter skirts than downstairs. We walk briskly past a few doors.

“Okay,” he says, “here we come up with ideas, we do things for the military, police and we make real money from specialist requests.”

“What sort of things?”

“Mostly restraints, but some torture devices for special applications.”

The next hour he shows me around the place, manufacturing on the top floor, testing in the middle and design and ideas at the bottom. He then goes on to explain how the male officer that arrested me is a friend of his and he told him about how I’d resisted having the restraints removed, and how when asked for anything compensation I’d simply taken the cuffs.

“We also put cameras in your apartment and saw everything that happened, and everything you did.” He then told me that the cuffs were one of our designs. An opening had come up in the design team and then all this happened, they were going to interview for the job but he had decided after hearing and seeing me in action that I would be perfect.

“I am more than interested, but what would my role here be?”

“Well,” he said, “I want you to become a designer, well more an ideas person. Look I am going to be very candid about this, kinky people are the best at the ideas, precisely because they are kinky, something that turns them on, is something that will strike fear into the hearts of most people. We make a shed load of money from these ideas. So, to start with, you said you earn $1800 per month downstairs, so my offer to you would be $18000 how does that sound?”

I look at him, a little confused, $18000 per year is less than what I earn now, but the idea of the job sounds like something I could really get into. So I said, no sorry I need more money than that. OK, he says, that was a low-ball offer, so let’s double that $36000 per month. You start Monday, please pick your team, we will pair you with an engineer, but you will need a product tester, who can try out anything you come up with, as we have to make sure it has the desired effect. I will give you some information to take with you. Here is your elevator key, and your starter pack, this will explain clearly all the rules.

Per month, was all I could think, per month, $36000 per month. I skipped home, stopping to look in the window at the Mercedes dealer, do I buy that one with my first paycheck or wait a couple months and buy that one? I laughed out loud. I got home and started flipping through the information pack. It was all a lot of same-old same-old, then I got to the “product testers” page.

Whilst we encourage designers to test their own designs, we also like to have product testers who will test out the full range of a products features and test the products for an extended period. They are rewarded well for this task but not to the level of designers or engineering staff. In addition, product testers are not considered to have clearance to be in this section of the building just their specific project. Hence, they remain employed in the lower echelons of the business and are pulled up for specific periods of testing.

However, all testers must be restrained and senses muted until they arrive at the room where the product they are testing is being kept, they are not to leave this room until after testing is completed, and then they once again must be restrained and their senses muted until they are below of the building. You may pick any member of staff to be your product tester however to maximise profits it makes sense if they are of similar size and dimensions as yourself. You will be responsible for their transit around the building and for ensuring their clothing and restraints are both effective and suitable for the task at hand.

Now this got me thinking. Do I pick someone I want to work with, or someone I hate? I decided on the latter, and further decided on Clare the bitch. I messaged my new boss and he messaged back, suggesting that I had made a good choice and arrangements would be made to fish her out the police soup she was swimming in just as soon as she was needed. Jesus, I thought, this place does have some power.

I spent the next two months thinking of all the kinky devices I could, that I would want to try. In the end I decided to start simple. Something I had seen years ago, it was sort of a metal straitjacket. However, there were some additions to this one. Such as the giant phallus in the crotch strap which would either shock the occupant or tease them with vibrations just below climax for hours. It also had a special device in each breast piece that would, on command, pierce the nipples of the occupant. This could be programmed to allow healing time and then re-pierce the nipples again.

It also had a constricting collar that could be controlled, so if the occupant was unruly the collar would tighten on command and stop them breathing once subdued it could be released or not in which case it would prove lethal. All of the metal was covered in leather to give a jet black intimidating appearance.

I decided that I would do the initial testing of three days, to make sure it was escape proof and then Clare would take over to test out the device long term which unluckily for her I decided would be 60 days. That should teach her.

It took my engineering team a whole month to get the prototype ready. They brought it in on a little stand and explained how it worked. Once they had left, I decided I would get myself ready to start the initial three days testing, I had ordered a black leather catsuit and plain leather thigh boots as my outfit to go underneath it. The catsuit had been ordered with open breasts and open crotch to facilitate the various devices. I was just trying to do the zipper up when my boss walked in.

“Here let me help you with that,” he said as he took the zipper and slid it all the way up. I walked across to the metal contraption and slid my arms down the sleeves, before he could see my naked breasts. He stood behind me and closed the back. “How does it work?” he asked.

I told him to latch the clasps on the back which he did, I then pushed the part with the phallus through my legs, he took the back part and said “here, looks like you need just a little encouragement.” as he ran his finger across my clit. “Oh, my mistake,” he said as I was already dripping with anticipation. He rammed home the phallus and then clicked the latch shut. I wrap my arms around me, and he clicks the latch closed.

“Now hit three and then days on the keypad over there.” He did, and the display asked for confirmation, he clicked yes, and I heard the clicks as the suit locked. My arms were drawn tightly around my body as the strap tightens itself. No sooner than it locked the vibrations started. It got me to the edge and then skilfully left me there. I knew it was monitoring all my vital signs and that no matter what I did, it would not allow me to go all the way.

I then walk with my boss to the secure testing room. This is basically a padded cell I designed, he opens the door and shoves me in, see you in three days, he slams the door which instantly locks. The room is padded, made from black leather, there is a dim bulb overhead, which my team have seen fit to make red for me. Perhaps they know me a little too well! At this point I hear my lead engineer over the intercom.

“Hi Cara, good luck in your first tests, I have personally adjusted the programming for your test, I hope you enjoy it.” Click, and the intercom goes dead. The vibrator is still going, but not enough to make me cum, but enough to keep me hoping that I will.

The first few hours go by, I am so horny but no matter what I do, how I twist, the vibrations adjust to lower or raise my arousal to compensate. I jump up and thrash about hopelessly. Afterwards I walk over the door and kick it as hard as I can, I am rewarded by just a dull thud, I kick it again and again, but nothing gives. I walk back and then charge at the door full speed, thud. I fall backwards on the padded leather floor. The intercom crackles into life. “Impact detected, escape attempt in progress, subdue subject.”

At this point the collar tightens and me breathing becomes much harder. Then the vibrator kicks up to full speed, then the electric shocks start, my climax is involuntarily building, then the collar tightens again, I can’t breathe. I am panicking, I start to cum hard, the collar tightens again, then again. I get my legs up onto the wall trying to catch my breath, then I cum again, hard, so hard I squirt up the wall and shower myself.

I black out, and when I come around, I am lying in a puddle of my own juice. The room smells of leather and my own heavy musk. The vibrator has stopped, as have the shocks, and the collar is loose again. I get on my feet and as soon as I do the vibrator starts up again. I look at the door, without any hesitation I run full force into it knocking myself backwards onto the floor. The intercom crackles into life. “Impact detected, escape attempt in progress, subdue subject.” The collar tightens, the vibrator ramps up and the shocks start. You’re going to have to do better than that suit, I thought, as I scramble to my feet and run again at the door, as hard as I can manage, I hit the floor.

“Impact detected, stage two initiated,” the intercom splutters out. The vibrator hits an even higher pitch, the collar goes directly to extremely tight, still no shocks, I can feel my orgasm building, but this time I am prepared and I am fighting it as hard as I can letting it build and build. Then without warning I heard a loud crack, and simultaneously my breast ignites with pain and I get a huge shock through the vibrating probe. It pushes me over the edge and I orgasm just as hard sending waves of squirting juice indiscriminately around the room. I pass out.

I eventually come around and the leather floor is like a slip and slide with all my pussy juice over it. I try to stand up and instantly slip over. “Impact detected,” everything starts up again, I try to stand up, and fall over again, “,” the intercom states. I manage to roll over and find a piece of the floor where I can get some traction, I manage to get to my feet, just as the shocks start, the collar is tight and I am struggling to breath, I am cumming again. Oh for god sake not now. The orgasm hits me like a wave and my legs buckle, I hit the floor. “Impact detected, lethal mode activated.” Oh god did that say lethal mode? That was enough to crest the hill again. I black out.

I come around, the jacket is loose, the door to the cell is open. I slip the jacket off and walk outside. I take the lift to the design floor. The place is empty, so I don’t need to worry about my breasts and pussy being on display. I walk to my design team’s room and on the desk I find a note from my chief engineer. It says, “We were told you would push this to the limit so we added a safety so that in the event you did try and orgasm yourself to death we would keep you safe, hope you enjoyed your time”. I looked up at the clock, it was only 9pm on Friday, I had all weekend to test this thing!

I took a long shower and wiggled my way back into the catsuit which was damp from sweat and pussy custard! I went back to the testing room and retrieved the jacket, taking back to the design floor. I made some modifications to the programming. Nothing too amazing, I also added a second vibrator, and larger needles for the nipples.

Once I was happy, I took it back to my office, put it back on the stand which was designed to allow me to put myself in it without outside assistance. After about 30 minutes of struggling I was in, both vibrators were at most ¼ of the way in, I knew my new program would take care of that. I walked to the control panel which I had stuck to the office wall. I hit two with my nose and then days ‘confirm’. The jacket started with the collar strap, which is pulled finger tight, then the back straps one by one, each one set to be corset tight, then the arms were next I’d increased the tightness of these by 25% my arms inched around me, before finally clicking to indicate locked.

Next up the crotch strap started tightening up, I had also increased this by 50% as before it stopped when it was just touching the skin. It inched the vibrators up inside me, the pussy one was ok as I was already dripping, but the anal one, hurt like a bitch, as I forgot to use any lube. Eventually the strap got tight and then a little tighter before it clicked and locked. I was now in this jacket for two days, as I had removed the release safety.

I walked my way back to the test room, walked inside and said out loud, “commence test.” The door slammed shut, and the vibrators pulsed into life, alternating between them. No sooner had the door closed I decided to test the new system. It detected my movement towards the door and by the time I was at full speed towards the door the vibrators were at full speed, which was much faster and harder than they were before. The collar had tightened two stages, so I was already near to passing out. I hit the door, and landed back on the floor, already starting to cross the orgasm bridge. I heard the intercom “Impact Detected, level five” that was my new level of personal discovery. I passed out.

Level five was my new program, in level five the vibrators won’t stop, each time I pass out from the strangulation caused by the collar, the vibrators will stop, as soon as I come around, everything starts again full speed, full intensity shocks, the collar then tightens until I orgasm then as I orgasm it fully tightens until I pass out. After five orgasms my left breast gets hit with the larger needle, then another five my right breast. The needles no longer retract, they are left through the breast and used to send electro-shocks through my breasts. I don’t even have to move now, In fact I am not sure I can.

After a blur of what seems like only a few minutes I come around and my chief designer is standing over me. He helps me up and tells me the test is over. I take a few hours to recover, shower then call the chief designer down for debrief and feedback.

He takes a seat and I start. “Right first things first, what was that ‘safety’ feature about?”

He looks at me sheepishly. “We were trying to keep you safe.”

“Okay,” I said, “but that gets coded out from here on in for the remainder of the testing on this product, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I shouted.

“Yes, maam,” he repeated.

“That is ‘yes Mistress’, and make sure it’s with a capital M, understand?”

He smiled at me, “yes Mistress.”

“Right, vibrators, why was there only one and why was it so small? Make them bigger, in fact make them grow and contract with the mode of the suit. Also the locking mechanism was far too weak, who cares if we crack a few ribs when the occupant is trying to escape. In fact, let’s crack their ribs with their own arms.

“So : Vibrators half speed, collar tight, arms tighten, mind blowing orgasm, collar tight, lights out.

“: Vibrators 2/3 speed, collar tight, arms tighten more, at the crest of orgasm, nipples pierced, collar tight, lights out.

“: Vibrators full speed, collar tight, arms tighten more than stage three, at the crest, shocks through pussy and tits, arms tighten until their ribs crack.

“: Vibrators pulse then full, collar tight, at the point of orgasm, shocks, then tighten and lock the collar tight until life is extinguished.

“Get it? Got it? Good, make it happen.”

Part 4

I finally got a secure email through telling me that the test was ready to roll and that I should plan for the test subject. I phoned my boss and told him it was time. He phoned me back 15 minutes later and told me to take the company van down to the county jail to collect Clare. I went down in the elevator, I got some looks in reception in my outfit. A short black leather business dress with designer high heeled boots.

I jumped in the unmarked van which had seats in the back. I put on my sunglasses and headed to the country jail. When I got there I said, “I am Cara, I have come for Clare.” I was told they knew exactly what to do and to give them her outfit, then to wait in the waiting area. About 20 minutes later a person shaped thing came in flanked by a guard. She had on the black leather jumpsuit I had given the officer. She was chained just as I had been, her hands were cuffed to a chain belt behind her back, she had shackles on around the boots I had given the officer. She was not gagged but she did have a leather hood on which was buckled and locked tightly.

It was puffing up slightly as she breathed in and out. It also had a chain dangling from the collar the other end of which the guard was holding and using as a leash to guide her around. He gave it to me. I noticed it had a handcuff on the end which I slipped around my right wrist and double locked.

I lead Clare the bitch out to the van. Once in the van I sat her in the back seat, removed the cuff from my hand and cuffed it to a rail that ran across the van to secure a load to. I put on her seatbelt and headed to the office. She was quiet the whole way. Once there I sat in the back seat with her and started unlocking the padlocks on the hood which I then removed. She panicked when she saw me, then she assessed her situation and realised there was nothing she could do. I told her what the deal was. She could have her old job back, and a big raise – well for her anyway – but she would have to undergo some special assignments.

She listened intently and then agreed. I did forget to mention the lethal and rib breaking parts. But what the hell. Once she agreed she asked me to take off her cuffs. I told her that, as petty as it was, that would be my revenge against her, she would walk through that office in the same way that I had been cuffed, shackled, gagged and dragged out of there. She had no choice. I rammed in the bright red ball gag, cuffed her leash to my wrist and marched in the main entrance. She had no choice but to follow me like my faithful pet. “Get used to it bitch,” I muttered to her.

Once in the elevator. I slipped the hood over her head and then we whizzed up the 56th floor. I handed her over to my chief engineer, who took her directly into the room and started undoing her chains. Within 15 minutes I was told she was ready. I grabbed the control panel and headed to the padded cell where she was.

“I have spent three days in that thing, you’re in for a treat, oh by the way, there is no way out until your time is up. You are a tester, and this is your new job.” I pressed 60 then ‘days’, then ‘safety’, ‘off’, then the proceed button on the controller. I watched her face contort as the straps tightened up, the crotch strap was the best. Then she started shaking so I knew the vibrators were going at it.

She simply, carefully sat down, she looked over and said, “thank you, I am in heaven. I never got a moment's peace at home, nor in jail, and I never got any sexual excitement. Now all I must do is lay around in total silence and enjoy this for 60 days, thank you so much.”

The dumb bitch thought I was giving her a gift, WTF. I walked over and kicked the jacket as hard as I could. “Impact detected, Level one engaged.” She orgasmed in record time. She passed out with a huge smile on her face, we waited but she did not wake up, she just lay there snoring peacefully. I was livid. I looked at the chief designer. I had already caught him leering at me a few times, “are you a betting man?” He does not answer, so I continue. “If she makes it through the 60 days, you’re in the jacket, and you and I are in this room.

You know how insatiable I am, well I promise you I will drown you between my legs, your last breath will be looking at my beautiful arse sat on your face enjoying my orgasm while you choke and drown in my juices. If she does not make it, then I will still put you in the jacket for three days with all lethal devices off, I will then dress in anything you like and fuck you as many times as you like in any way that you like for the three days. Do we have a deal?”

Cara · Part 2 (2/2)
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