The Wedding Gown · Part 2 (2/2)
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animals waiting for their supper.
After a long pause, she placed the blackout goggles over her eyes. At least she couldn’t see the scary machines any longer. Taking a deep breath, she began to relax a little.
Although she couldn’t hear or see them, she could tell that the mechanical devices were rolling around her. Maybe it was a change in the air flow. Maybe it was vibrations transmitted through the platform. Whatever it was, she could tell the machines were on the move.
Suddenly, the soft female voice spoke to Cindy through the ear plugs.
“Please stand up straight; keep your arms at your sides; and remain perfectly still,” she said kindly.
Cindy did her best to comply.
Without her sight and hearing, Cindy’s ability to track time was seriously impaired. It seemed like she was standing at attention for a long while before the voice spoke again.
“Torso measurement,” she announced dispassionately.
“Please lift your arms laterally until they are parallel to the ground, and hold them there. Then, please fill your lungs completely, and then evacuate them completely. Once your lungs are completely empty, please hold your breath until directed otherwise,” the voice directed.
After a pause, the voice said “Do this now.”
Cindy did her best to comply. She knew that the fit of her $50,000 dress depended on the accuracy of the measurements. Still, she didn’t understand how breathing out all of her air could be important for determining her measurements. She didn’t plan on holding her breath during her wedding.
She held her breath for as long as she could. Her lungs burned with the desire to exhale, and her arms were growing unbearably heavy. As she was at her breaking point, about to exhale and lower her arms, she felt something being wrapped around her like a corset. She couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed to be a kind of plastic or shrink wrap. She found it rather uncomfortable, but not unbearable. At least she could breathe again, she thought, but as she relaxed her lungs to inhale only a fraction of the air she expected entered her lungs.
The wrap seemed incredibly strong, and the lack of air made her too weak to keep her arms up for much longer.
“Please do not be concerned,” the voice whispered to her.
“The gown you selected is one of our most form-fitting designs. The final product will feel much more comfortable. Your training garment will help your body adjust,” the voice explained.
Cindy was puzzled and concerned. Nobody mentioned a “training garment,” and her arms were aching for relief.
“You may lower your arms,” the voice said mercifully.
Cindy dropped her arms, but she was surprised when they come to rest just below where she was holding them. Apparently, the robotic devices shifted positions when she was having her midsection wrapped. Her wrists and her triceps, close to her elbows, rested in padded, U-shaped supports. It felt good to relax her arms. She considered quitting, but she decided she could stick it out until the end of the measuring process.
As if on cue, the soft voice whispered “good job. Just a little bit further, and you’ll be done.”
“Breast measurement,” the voice announced, indicating that the next process was about to begin.
Cindy felt something in the middle of her back. It seemed to be a thin brush with bristles that touched every point along her upper spine. She felt it move from the center of her back toward each side. Apparently there were two brushes. She surmised that they were a pair of electronic measuring devices, and they traced the contour of her upper torso around both sides, and over both breasts until the mechanical measuring devices met in the center of her chest.
Suddenly, Cindy felt a different pair of mechanical arms rotate quickly from the center of her chest to the center of her back, repetitively, several times, stretching a heavy plastic tape each time they completed a cycle. With each cycle, the mechanical arms adjusted slightly upward, causing the dispensed tape to lift and support her breasts. After a short pause, the mechanical arms made a final pass and stretched shrink wrap over her entire upper body below the armpits down to the shrink wrap corset, which she was finding increasingly difficult to tolerate.
Cindy had no idea what she actually looked like, but she imagined that she looked a bit like Morticia Addams or Wonder Woman, from television shows of the 1960s and 1970s.
Before her new layers of plastic really registered with Cindy, the soft voice announced “Lower Torso, Sleeve and Glove Measurement.”
“We will now process your lower torso, arms and hands. This is an important process to avoid restricting blood flow while accounting for restriction of your fine motor skills. Please pay close attention,” the machine’s voice cautioned.
“You will first stretch your fingers as wide as you can. You will then, make a fist as tight as you can. We will repeat these actions three times, slowly in succession. On my count, prepare to begin.”
Cindy was just recovering from the having most of her body wrapped in plastic, but she certainly didn’t want her wedding gown or gloves to restrict any blood flow. So she decided to comply as well as she could, and she waited for the machine’s signal.
“Let’s begin,” the soft female voice announced.
“Stretch one… Fist one… Stretch two… Fist two…”
Cindy felt like she was back in her Pilates class. As the woman voiced each instruction, Cindy strained to comply. First, Cindy stretched her fingers out as wide as possible. Then, she clenched her fingers together to form a solid fist. She could feel the muscle strain after the first repetition, but stretching the muscles seemed to make her fist even more solid the second time.
Immediately after making her second fist, the machine quickly wrapped her clenched fists in several layers of plastic until they became smooth plastic ovals. Cindy was shocked and concerned by the loss of her fine motor skills. She expected to repeat the process a third time, but apparently the machine had other ideas. Cindy was even more shocked when the padded, U-shaped brackets swiveled around to O-shaped, completely trapping her wrists and elbows.
Cindy’s body reacted as it had on the evening that she had bondage sex with Mark. Her heart was racing, she felt a strange longing in her chest, and her juices began to flow.
As Cindy began to panic and tug at her padded manacles, the machine furiously spun around her hips, like a spider spinning its web around a trapped fly. The machine spun from her hips, down around her thighs and further down until it reached her ankles. With every revolution, it forced her legs together firmly and laid down a layer of plastic. It stopped momentarily to retool, but when it began again, the machine wrapped a thicker plastic layer around her ankles, above her knees and around her already reduced waist.
“The measurement phase is now complete,” the voice whispered in a reassuring way.
Once Cindy realized what the voice just told her, she stopped struggling so furiously.
“From this point on, please remain still,” the female voice said softly but firmly.
Cindy didn’t like the way the voice was beginning to speak to her. She couldn’t quite identify what it was, but there was an edge to the voice that wasn’t there previously. As though to make a childish point, she pulled uselessly at her trapped wrists one last time, and pouted behind her paper breathing mask.
“Remain still,” the female voice repeated insistently.
Even though the machine instructed her to remain motionless, or perhaps because of it, Cindy decided she could tolerate no more. No wedding dress was worth this treatment. Cindy redoubled her efforts to release her wrists, and she thrashed about to remove her arms. The machine slowly and methodically lowered the brackets trapping her wrists and arms causing them to press them against her sides.
“Again, for your own safety, please remain still,” the female voice directed in a concerned tone.
Cindy could feel a breeze from a mechanical arm revolving around her head at a frightening rate. She managed a pathetic scream, but it did nothing to stop the revolving arm from laying down several more layers of plastic from her neck, over her shoulders and down the length of her arms to her hips. As the rotating dispenser approached her elbows and her wrists, the corresponding manacles were removed, but even without the mechanical restraints, the plastic sheeting hugged Cindy tightly preventing even the slightest movement.
Unconcerned with Cindy’s struggles, the female voice announced “Head processing.”
“Head processing!” Cindy shouted through the breathing mask.
Cindy’s heart rate jumped higher, and she tried to catch her breath despite her constricted lungs. Sheer panic caused her to try to hop away from the equipment and call for help even though her limbs and senses were no longer her own. She bent her knees as much as she could, but before she could push up to begin hopping, padded mechanical calipers grabbed her ankles, waist and shoulders. The calipers were supported by a padded vertical bar that the equipment secured to the base of the platform.
There was nothing she could do to resist. She was completely helpless. She saw white flashes in the center of her eyes, and darkness engulfed the periphery of her vision. She screamed again, but it was muffled when a plastic bag was lowered over her head and around the top of her shoulders. Suddenly, a blast of hot air swirled around her head and down toward her shoulders. As the plastic bag absorbed the heat, it shrank to fit her features like a second skin. She was thankful for the air that was still in her breathing mask, but it was only enough for one good breath of breathable air. Cindy used the air up quickly and was about to hyperventilate when the machine drilled a ½ inch diameter hole in the center of the mask allowing her to fill her lungs with air.
As the drill bit retracted, a static charge ensured that the dislodged paper and plastic from the hole retracted with it. She greedily opened her mouth to take in as much air as her restricted lungs would hold, but as soon as the drill bit retracted from her mouth, a soft rubber tube entered to take its place. Unlike the drill bit, however, the tube did not stop at her lips.
The tube penetrated her mouth and continued to violate her oral cavity until it stopped just in front of her uvula, the punching bag at the back of her throat. Distressed, Cindy tried to use her tongue to push the rubber tube back out, but her protesting just enhanced her gag reflex.
Within seconds, just inside her front teeth, the tube began to excrete a sweet jellylike substance. The voice in her ear warned her not to swallow the substance at any cost. It was toxic if ingested but perfectly safe if it remained in her mouth. Almost as soon as the jelly entered her mouth it began to harden. As the jelly hardened from the center of her mouth behind her teeth, it continued to flow into vacant areas in her oral cavity. Within seconds, Cindy found her mouth completely filled with the hardened jelly, including the portion of her mouth in front of her teeth and gums but inside her lips.
Finally, the automated equipment had completed its task, and one by one, the robots returned to their respective locations along the walls of the facility. Cindy stood motionless on the stainless steel platform, propped up by padded metal brackets around her ankles, waist and shoulders.
She waited, but nothing more happened. The voice provided no guidance. The processing equipment sat dormant. She moaned through her only connection with the outside world, her breathing tube, but no human was close enough to hear her.
After standing there for what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes, the circular metal platform on which she was standing lifted slowly and began to roll toward the exit door. The calipers around Cindy’s waist continued to prevent her from falling, and after several seconds, the silver metal disc carrying Cindy came to a stop at the exit where Mark and André had agreed to meet her.
Cindy felt the plastic wrapping being cut just below waist level in the front and rear. The erratic, less precise strokes didn’t seem to be mechanical. She concluded that Mark must be cutting her free. She couldn’t wait to be able to move again, and she looked forward to giving André a piece of her mind. How dare he violate her like this without her consent! And Mark, of all people should have known better than to tie her up like this again without asking her.
Suddenly the cutting stopped, and she felt a warm substance being massaged into her vaginal and anal cavities. Even though it would be her natural inclination to make it stop, it was rather pleasant. Cindy involuntarily added her own lubrication to the process, and whoever was violating her seemed to notice. She tried to squirm, but she was held fast. She tried to tighten her muscles to keep the intruders out, but they continued to lubricate her inside and out.
After a momentary pause, she felt some type of devices being forced inside of her most private places. Cindy tried to scream out that they were too large, but her full mouth prevented her from producing any intelligible sound. After reaching a painful peak, the stretching of her openings subsided, as the circumference of the intruder was reduced. The largest portions of the devices had passed through and continued to apply pressure from within.
Without warning, she could then feel the plastic being cut around her nipples. The pressure of her ample breasts against the tight wrapping caused her nipples and areolas to bubble out of her plastic cocoon, and Cindy’s nipples stood at attention with the exposure to the air conditioning. Suddenly her anal and vaginal inserts began to vibrate, and if she hadn’t been held in place, she would surely have lost her footing.
The erotic vibrations caused Cindy to momentarily divert her attention from her nipples which were pulled through two metal sheathes and pinched by two small metal nipple clips. Each metal sheath covered one of her areolas, and each sheathe was attached to a clip. The sheathes included small bullets that vibrated at random intervals for random lengths of time. The bullets further emitted random electrical shocks that were conducted through the sheathes to her areolas.
The stimulation of all of her private places, her inability to prevent it and the loss of all of her other senses nearly drove Cindy wild. Her muscles tensed and pulled, but to an ordinary observer she remained perfectly still.
A new voice spoke through Cindy’s ear plugs.
“I hope you are enjoying your new situation,” her fiancé said.
Cindy had trouble focusing on his words “As you have no doubt surmised, you haven’t just been getting measured for a wedding dress,” Mark explained, pausing to let his words sink in.
“Had you taken the time to read the Agreements you signed, you would know that you have agreed to be my permanent slave. You signed away your right to free will, and absolved André of any liability.”
Cindy could barely comprehend what was going on. She was constantly on the verge of an orgasm, and all she could think of was getting over the edge.
“I could tell that you enjoyed our foray into bondage, but that you were afraid of giving yourself over to it. I brought you here taking the chance that you would either turn me down or agree to the ‘Bonds of Love’ Agreements. I was surprised when you carelessly signed away your life without reading them.”
Cindy felt an uncontrollable tremor building within.
“The wedding dress will be ready in four weeks. At that time, I will release you and give you a chance to back out of our marriage and your contracts. I am hoping that you don’t. I am hoping that I can show you how gratifying a life with me can really be.”
Cindy’s blindfolded eyes rolled back into her head as a wave of pleasure washed over her entire body. She had never felt anything so intense before in her life.
Cindy couldn’t tell when she was loaded into the back of Mark’s car; she couldn’t tell when Mark unloaded her and wheeled her into his bedroom; but she slowly became aware of her situation once Mark had removed the plastic and suspended her spread eagle at the foot of his bed.
Mark fell asleep that night gazing on his new possession.
Cindy had a delightfully fitful sleep being teased by the continued vibrations and the anticipation of her new life.
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