Joyce and Shawna · Part 3

Joyce and Shawna · Part 3 (3/4)
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However, if you just hang in there silently, you will only get the occasional random zap on low to medium level. Last, there’s the vibes. The one in your butt will go off at random intervals, but the one in your pussy is by far the most powerful one and controlled by what happens down on the street below. I’ve hidden a photo sensor in the bushes next to the sidewalk, so when someone either walks or drives by, you get a good buzz for about 10 seconds.”

Shawna leaned in close to Joyce and asked; “Now, do you understand how this game works?”

Joyce now breathing heavily through her nose, nodded her head minutely as much as the gag harness allowed her to.

“Okay," Shawna said; “Then let’s do a quick dry run so you know what you’re in for."

Before Joyce could react, Shawna pushed a button on the control box labeled TEST. Immediately a loud >clack< sound was heard from the cylinder strapped under Joyce’s nose. Joyce’s eyes almost bulged out at the speed the solenoid cut off her air mid-breath. The logic was horrible yet simple: No breathing – no vibrating vocal cords – no sound! After about 3 seconds, the Tens unit gave her a single hard zap over her butt and if Joyce could have screamed she would have, as she involuntarily jerked hard in her suspension bonds sending the padlock at the end of her nipple chain bouncing. As she deposited a silent scream into the gag, her body shook, yet the butterfly gag formed a perfect seal – there was no leakage at all.

Seven seconds later, the air valve under her nose opened again and Joyce quickly drew a sharp breath through her nose and looked begging towards Shawna, who winked and kissed her gently on her cheek. “Good girl! See? that wasn’t so tough, however the zap will be harder once you go live and it will be administered closer to the end of the breath blocking period, to make it harder for you to contain yourself. Once your vibrators start, the TENS will give you a random mild to medium zap ever so often, just to keep things interesting! I figure between any buzzing you get from the street, the random anal vibrator and small zaps, the weighted nipple clamps and the water drip on your head, you won’t get bored.”

Joyce, still reeling from the first onslaught of the control box, wiggled the few fractions of an inch that she could but didn’t dare utter a sound. “It’s okay honey, I haven’t turned it on automatic just yet," Shawna said and Joyce did an audible sigh of relief through her nose.

“I’d however be careful doing that once the Silencer is live. Now, let’s get you ready. I’m going to leave you up here to stew until tonight, where I will change your IV drip and take off some of the distractions, so you can get some sleep until tomorrow morning. As mentioned, I’ll keep an eye on you through the cameras and sensors. I will also check in on you here from time to time, but you won’t know unless I want you to.”

Shawna produced a couple of industrial grade earplugs. A trick Shawna had learned was to smother one end of the plugs in Vaseline, which helps form a perfect seal with the ear canal, in turn deafening the wearer effectively. As Shawna inserted the plugs into Joyce’s ears she was robbed of one more sense as her hearing disappeared completely. Joyce would not be able to hear if Shawna quietly opened the floor hatch behind her. She could now only hear her own breathing through her nose. Shawna came around in front of Joyce and held her gagged face in her hands, looked her deep in the eyes and licked her nose with the tip of her tongue. “Have fun, love.

I’ll see you later," Shawna said in a deliberately loud voice. For good measure she gave Joyce’s gag a couple of quick pumps to her frustration. Joyce was sure her jaw would be sore at the end of the day, but she didn’t dare protest, now knowing how that evil microphone on her neck would pick up on the slightest peep and silence her immediately, Joyce strained in her bonds, but otherwise kept quiet.

Shawna smiled, admiring the fruits of her labor. She reached down to the control box and flipped a switch on the box from Manual to Automatic. She winked at Joyce and made a shhh-sign with her finger. The throat control box would now be monitoring Joyce for any sounds as well as firing off the vibrators via radio signals. Shawna opened the blinds and began to make her way toward the hatch at the rear of the tower room, which clearly distressed Joyce as she began thrashing and wiggling in her suspension bondage. “Don’t be such a baby, I will be around!

In the meantime, you get to be the distressed maiden in the tower," Shawna whispered playfully in her ear and smacked Joyce playfully across her latex panties. For some reason the notion of being locked in alone up here in the tower really got to Joyce, making her both scared and horny. The thought of the hatch being closed and locked from below and Shawna her only link to the living world, really got her juices flowing. When she felt more than heard the subtle thud of the hatch being closed behind her she was silently grinding her pussy into the strap between her legs as much as she could.

As the first minutes of solitude passed, Joyce was in a turmoil of sensations. Her body was almost involuntarily struggling against the tight suspension, while she was consciously trying to keep quiet. There she hung, restrained, a little scared, but horny as hell. Joyce tried to take stock of her situation:

Locked inside a tower room and dressed almost exactly like the girl in the old bishop drawing; in the knee-high boots, pantyhose, leopard print spandex leotard, and latex panties, wearing a peroxide blonde wig to match, held on by a wicked set of leather straps enclosing her head, containing a very inflated butterfly gag.

Her pussy and butt fitted with powerful vibrators, which until now had remained dormant (Shawna had added some delay, Joyce guessed) and her butt cheeks were each covered by a large TENS pad, which was sure to give her a hard time ahead. She felt the invasiveness of the tube in her bladder, realizing she was effectively plugged in every single hole in her body.

Suspended, raised off the floor by the wide padded strap going around the small of her back and trough her crotch, as well as the ankle cuffs, with a spreader bar holding her legs apart by the knees, straps and steel cables going every which way to keep her head and body anchored midair. Arms trapped in an armbinder where her gloved fingers already were rendered useless inside the tight little PVC fist mittens (oh how she loved those mittens), the armbinder tied to the suspension rings behind her back, further limiting movement.

A sensation of tightened skin on her shoulder, reminded her of the IV saline drip keeping her body hydrated throughout the day, yet worse was the insistent drip of cold water falling on her head. Due to the Vaseline sealed earplugs, she couldn’t hear it as much as an insistent tap on her head harness every 5 seconds or so. There would be no nodding off while that thing was running.

The most nefarious part of the entire setup was however the breathing inhibitor valve, together with the inflated bladder filling her mouth. Joyce tried to suck the slightest bit of air in through her mouth, but it was a bust. The large bladder filled out every crevice of her mouth to the point that she might as well have had no mouth. It was a perfect seal.

Joyce experimentally flexed every muscle she could think of to see if there was any give in her bondage. Shawna was probably watching on the cameras, so she might as well give her a good show. Her head and legs were more or less immobile but she could wriggle her feet and butt a bit. She could move her chest somewhat and before she thought better of it she jiggled her boobs, thereby setting off a chain-reaction of events: The nipple clamps immediately transmitted the movement to the padlock hanging off the spring between her breasts and it began bouncing up and down. As the clamps tugged on Joyce’s nipples she involuntarily let out a yelp, and the Silencer’s breathing-valve mercilessly cut off her air mid-breath.

With only a half lung full of air, Joyce went into a frenzy and violently struggled in her suspension for air, completely forgetting it would only last 10 seconds. She nearly passed out from the exertions as the air valve opened again and she drew in a noisy whiny big breath without thinking. Joyce knew immediately she had fucked up yet again, as the air valve on her nose would now be closing in a few seconds and punish her with the TENS pads for making noise again.

She hurried and took another big breath before the valve closed again with a loud click. She shut her eyes, strained her muscles and waited for the real punishment zap. Shawna had mentioned she had coded the control box to always put the punishment zaps at the end of the breath block period, thereby increasing the chance of a repeat fuckup. Joyce thought rapidly to herself; “Stay quiet, don’t make a sound, stay quiet, don’t make a- ZZZZAP!” The TENS shock felt like what Joyce imagined the sting of a bullwhip would feel like and it took every shred of her self-control to not scream out.

As the air valve opened again, Joyce forced herself silent, emitting a soundless staccato sigh and slowly caught her breath again. The system didn’t care how much breathing noise or physical struggling noise she made, but any whiny girl noises consistent between 500 and 8000 hz would rain down electric fire on her butt and quite literally shut her up immediately. The system was a brutal yet effective teacher of silence.

Having learned the lesson, there was not much to do the first hour other than just hang around and fantasize. The buttplug had started up all of a sudden and began to work its magic on her imagination: Possessed by the devil she is rendered deaf and mute by the head-mistress nun and placed in the church tower to atone for her wickedness and sins. Having her ears plugged she can’t hear anything from the outside, only watch the street through the grimy window and nothing seems to happen. It’s a Sunday after all. It hit’s her – “Of course – everyone’s at church and here I am bound and restrained like the green-puke flinging girl in The Exorcist, times ten! One had to appreciate the irony…" Joyce thought wryly. As Shawna had promised, the buttplug went on and off on its own random accord, yet it never seemed to run long enough to let her cum.

As noon approached, Joyce was getting frustratingly horny. Every once in a while, the TENS pads would keep her on her toes (ha-ha, very funny Joyce thought – I’m suspended here, remember!) with a light zap. The random TENS shocks were not strong enough to make her fight not to cry out, but they were definitely not to be ignored either. Meanwhile, the temperature had steadily risen in the tower. Being well and safe with her saline IV and overhead cooling drip, Joyce tried to enjoy the enforced stewing, feeling the sweat roll off her body and seeping into her leotard and evaporating. To further torment her, Shawna had hung an old mercury thermometer next to the window. It was now reading 95F and still climbing. Joyce could feel the sweat rolling off her legs and down into her suspended ballet boots.

Time seemed to grind to a halt. Still nothing was happening in the street, so Joyce tried to pass the time by sucking on the big bladder strapped into her mouth while enjoying the occasional buzzing on her tailbone. She could still taste the residual salty cum of Shawna from this morning in the bedroom, which seemed an eternity away now. Joyce closed her eyes and imagined she was licking Shawna’s cock and wondered what she was doing downstairs.

As time went on, early noon came and the attic really was beginning to heat up. Joyce glanced worriedly at the thermometer. It was now up to 101F and sweat was starting to form on her brow. She tried to shake it off her head, but was immediately cut short by the straps attached to the sides of her gag harness. Thankfully the dripper was still going, which helped keep her head cool. The syringe in her upper arm was not hurting anymore and although she could not see the drop, she knew it was keeping her healthy and hydrated.

The thrumming in her arms was a constant reminder of the strenuous bondage she had been placed in, but she was amazed at the fact that she could still feel her fingers inside the gloves, mittens and the tight armbinder enclosing everything. She had long learned the lesson not to wriggle her chest as the nipple clamps and spring-loaded weight would punish her immediately, instead Joyce tried wriggling her butt yet found there was no movement there at all. Between her strapped legs and the crotch strap there was no give, which ensured her butt and lower back was locked in their current position.

The day went on and the constant heat – now reaching 110F – made Joyce slightly drowsy. She tried closing her eyes again and napping a bit, but she found that it was quite impossible. The constant drip of cold water on her head, combined with the random small ten’s zaps prevented her from nodding off. She was microseconds away from screaming out in frustration, until her body now almost per reflex stopped her from starting another punishment cycle. “Damn Shawna and her attention to detail," Joyce fumed. But there was nothing to do but look out the window and wait.

Downstairs Shawna had begun recording the whole séance from the moment they arrived in the tower. Since she left Joyce to stew for the day in the tower, Shawna had been monitoring Joyce 100% since then using her tablet as a monitor, as she went around the house. Now satisfied that Joyce was stable and secure, she changed into her outdoorsy gardening clothes.

Joyce noticed activity down in front of the house; Shawna had changed into work-clothes and was tending to the garden. Carrying her propane weed burner, Shawna headed over to the sidewalk. “Uh-oh, that’s probably where she hid that photocell, she was talking about before," Joyce thought. Sure enough, Shawna walks into the beam and immediately the powerful vibrator in Joyce’s pussy started up. Shawna looked up at the attic window with a mischievous grin and could see the vague outline of Joyce as she was struggling to keep quiet against the onslaught of the powerful vibrator in her pussy.

Shawna knew how long usually Joyce would take to forcefully orgasm and deliberately moved out of the beam to Joyce’s half frustration and relief. Shawna then started using the weed burner. To anyone passing on the street it looked like she was scorching the weeds while in fact she was waving the burner pipe back and front of the photo sensor in the bushes. Upstairs, Joyce was going nuts trying to breathe normally and keep quiet as the vibrator went buzz-buzz-buzz in sync with the beam interruption at the sidewalk. Shawna continued this game for another 10 minutes, then stopped as her cellphone rang. “Damn, why now?!" Joyce thought as Shawna turned off the weed burner.

As she went inside she looked up and smiled with an apologetic shrug and a smile. “Must be that art call she was talking about in the morning," Joyce figured.

Unable to do anything else, Joyce just hung there obediently, taking the random zaps and buzzing in her bottom. She only flinched slightly when a medium TENS zap occasionally hit her butt cheeks. She was on the point of boredom when a pair of elderly ladies approached on the sidewalk, unknowingly breaking the beam. Stopping, one of them was looking for something in her handbag while speaking to the other, they were spinning Joyce up into high RPM’s and Joyce started screamed vulgarities in her mind: “Yes, yes yesss, slow down you senile old bats! Smell the goddamned flowers or something, just don’t go yet! – I need to cum!

I need…” She closed her eyes and bit down hard on the inflated gag in preparation for the oncoming freight train and… >Poof<! Nothing. The vibe came to an instant stop. Joyce, opening her eyes again, saw the ladies had moved on, one of them apparently having found what she was looking for. Frustrated to tears, Joyce inadvertently let out the beginning of a raging growl. This utterance was predictably cut short by the click of the closing valve on her nose, ending the short outburst in a pinched-off “…oomb” sound. “Oh shit, I forgot about you,” Joyce managed to think before she got hit with some hard zaps that made her almost jump in the bondage harness.

When the valve opened again, Joyce drew a stuttering but silent deep breath and tried to calm down to avoid a repeat punishment.

After a while, a group of what looked like a dozen churchgoers came into view. Before realizing what their intended path meant for her own situation, Joyce thought their service was probably over. They usually passed down this way and stopped to admire Shawna’s metal sculptures, some of which she put a few different on display every other week. With the earplugs in, Joyce could not hear their conversations, but with their pointing and even picture-taking, obviously they were impressed. What they didn’t know was the chain reaction happening right above their heads behind the attic window. The vibrator in Joyce’s pussy spun up and stayed on due to the group congregating on the sidewalk.

Joyce knew what was coming and steeled her nerves; “Stay quiet, stay quiet, stay quiet!” She was whispering to herself inside her mind. The cards were at that moment stacked against Joyce: As she reached the peak of stimulation she drew a deep breath; the TENS unit gave her a medium zap and the buttplug began a random cycle. All the stimulation at once made Joyce let out an ill-advised nasal moan and the Silencer responded again in kind. With a lung full of fresh air, Joyce let loose and came hard, shaking and thrashing like a trapped animal in her suspension bondage.

Being zapped, vibed both front and back, breath suspended, mouth filled up with inflated rubber, her nipples being pulled by the spring-loaded weight of the padlock on her nipples, the tight armbinder and suspension, the earplug sensory deprivation, the water drip torture, the costume and collar… It all came together and made Joyce cum so violently she felt she could have torn the roof down. Every restraint held up to the assault just fine however and when the air valve opened again, Joyce slowly let out a silent breath and was happy with herself that she could keep her noise under control.

Half an hour or so goes by without anything but the occasional pedestrian, giving Joyce a much too brief stimulation to be useful. This changed when a young couple approached. It looked like they were house hunting in the neighborhood. They stop right in front of the beam, obviously to admire Shawna and Joyce’s old house and the sculptures out in front. It’s quite clear it’s the building’s tower which has caught the young woman’s attention, as they are looking straight up at her! By the looks on their faces they can’t see her, as they were not likely expecting to see a bound and gagged black woman behind the dirty glass.

Joyce knew she would be discovered if she starts thrashing around, so she keeps still as she can. As the beam remains broken, the vibrator in her pussy is going into overdrive, once again inching her closer and closer to a mind-shattering orgasm. Joyce stared right back at the couple and she knew she had to stay absolutely still. Yet her legs – fortunately out of view from down front – started shaking on their own accord with the approaching orgasm. As it finally hits her, she rolls her eyes up in her skull and breathes a long, deep staccato breath as her feet flutter in the suspension stirrups and her legs tremble as much as the spreader-bar between them allows.

As the vibrations stop, Joyce looks down again to see the couple moving on. Smiling mentally to herself Joyce realized these two complete strangers helped her to learn to cum silently.

The rest of the day passed for Joyce between either hanging around doing nothing and unexpected visitors bringing intense silent orgasms. Despite following along on her tablet downstairs, Shawna felt the need to check in on Joyce in person. She went up to the attic and crawled up the small staircase to the tower. She took care to unlock the massive padlock and remove it from the deadbolt without any noise, then silently slid the deadbolt aside, and slowly opened the hatch. The sight and smell were both intoxicating. There was a distinct scent of perfume, girl sweat and sex in the attic.

Joyce was in the middle of another thunderous orgasm and Shawna got instantly hard by seeing her shake and spasm, suspended and helpless as she was. Shawna stood for a while just taking it all in and considered going up there to tease Joyce; “Nah, better not – this is her solo game to enjoy. There’ll be plenty of time later," she thought as she silently closed the hatch and locked the attic tower up again.

Just as Joyce thought she was catching a break, she was in for the wildest ride yet. She noticed a few of the neighborhood young girls gathering an hour before suppertime and wondered idly what they were up to. It didn’t take long for her to find out, as two of them started unpacking long skipping ropes from their Hello Kitty backpacks. “OMG, they are doing fucking Double-dutch!! If they are anywhere near that sensor, I’ll go nuclear up here," she thought nervously. Sure enough, two girls were lining up the ropes while the other two started hopping to the beat being pumped out from what looked like a portable Bluetooth speaker.

Joyce and Shawna · Part 3 (3/4)
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