TorBound's Bondage Tales

penitent

adjective

pen·​i·​tent ˈpe-nə-tənt

feeling or expressing humble or regretful pain or sorrow for sins or offences : REPENTANT

In the concrete jungle of Tor City there was an old urban myth, known to every single denizen of that fine town. The myth was of a ‘thing’ swift as wind, dark as shadow and cruel as storms who came to take what it wanted whenever night drawed its cloak over the huddled city. To the police it was farce, to the people of the city a grim tale. but in reality he it far more real than any had dared to guess, it was: The Vanisher.

A warm wind blows on a sultry summer through a humid alley in one of the less marvellous parts of the city. A beautiful, athletic young woman with long, lush ginger hair was jogging her regular route unfettered by dusk and squalor. She ought to have been more careful.

This young woman was Holly and Holly was what most people might call ‘A Loud Mouth’ she seemed to have an opinion about everyone and everything, what’s more she was absolutely and totally obstinate in her arguments even, and especially, when she was utterly wrong. Fact had no draw on her conviction. If she knew she was right then whe must be right, end of.

Holly was also what some would unflatteringly call a ‘Karen’. It was true that she had no patience for ‘slow’ service and indeed if her order was wrong, her food too cool, her coffee too hot, et cetera, then she was liable to explode into a furious tirade at a moments notice and hell hath no fury like Holly scorned.

Despite this she managed to have a few friends and she did well enough at her job as a jewellery sales assistant to have a decent life. Her affluence could be seen plain as day on her at all times.

She had beautiful salon quality hair that had a mirror sheen tied beautifully into a long ponytail or sometimes a braid. Pristine skin complimented by warm freckles about her nose and cheeks. Due to the heat she wore a tight white designer sports bra that did its best to hold her large breasts while she ran, the band below the bra carried the brand name, an expensive one, and acted to hold her breasts up and still as may be. Her mid was bare and her pale skin was flecked again with some freckles noting the subtle contours of her abdominals. Her arms were freckled too and ran down to delicate hands with pristine nails which, of course, were manicured and painted to perfection.

Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide set. The curve between them was delightful as it held up her perfect hourglass of a figure; not thin, and nor pudgey but curvy in the best places, especially her ample rear. Further down her thighs were thick and inviting as they ran down her elegant legs. She wore super tight leggings mint green with white stripes. The valley of her plump ass was a severe distraction to all interested parties.

Holly often thought that if anyone was better looking than her than she had never met them. She may have even been right; she was the very image of perfect womanhood from the minds of those set on looks over depth of character.

Holly paused briefly to catch some breath. The hot air had gotten to her and sweat ran down her porcelain skin. If she had been more focused and was not wearing the newest and most effective noise cancelling earbuds she may have heard the man approach her.

Vanisher had been planning this for weeks. He had first ‘met’ Holly in Lee’s Teas, a trendy cafe in an affluent part of town near the waterfront. He had been sipping away on a delightful Matcha Latte when he had been startled to hear cups smashing and a woman booming with anger. Being a man no one knew existed, Vanisher was sure it couldn’t have anything to do with him and yet he had to look all the same because; very simply, it annoyed him.

He turned to see a young women with ginger hair berating poor old Lee for adding 2 pumps of syrup rather than 3

“You fucking dolt, I come in here 3 times a week and always I get the same fucking drink I expect to get that same fucking drink every time I come in here. Is someone else using the family braincell today? Get me my drink and don’t waste my time.”

The whole place was very politely pretending not to pay attention whilst also remaining glued to the dreadful outburst. Vanisher who was with attention, this woman was a total cow, how dare she speak to nice old Lee like that. To his credit Lee did as asked and the women went about her day soon after. Afterward Vanisher followed, leaving Lee a big tip for his trouble, and set about stalking the woman he would come to know as Holly.

Vanisher soon found out Holly was a sales assistant, whilst usually a low paying service job Holly worked at the second best jewellers in the city and judging by the apartment he broke into she was getting paid a large sum every month. She had enough to subscribe to every streaming service, to buy new clothes and shoes every week and to eat at wonderful restaurants with her dates that always ended with her complaining about one thing or another. In most cases her date got a clue and made a polite excuse to leave, some were not so wise and got dragged into her clutches. Sometimes she took men back to her apartment but she never let it go further than that. Vanisher thought she relished in seeing men disappointed and let down. The idea that after a whole night of leading them on she could turn them away and give them a nasty parting shot at the same time seemed to fill her with cruel joy.

Vanisher grew happier by the moment. He knew now that Holly had to be his first target.

And so the vanishing was planned.

Vanisher had immense resources due to a vast and inexhaustible inheritance. What’s more he had no family or friends. He had even stopped using his old name. Vanisher had also inherited his family’s mansion and with it a world class apocalypse bunker. This was the place from where he planned to conduct his new hobby.

As it turned out ‘Vanisher’ was truthfully a myth from years past one that the man who now named himself Vanisher had a queer yearning toward. The idea of being like a force of nature whisking away beautiful idiots for his own devious whims had a pulpy allure to it. When he had come into his inheritance Vanisher began to seriously consider this evil pastime. Seeing Holly had sealed the deal.

And so whilst collecting intelligence Vanisher also converted his Bunker into a state of the art prison the likes of which put the term SuperMax to shame. 200 sealed doors. 50,000 square feet of tunnels and rooms. 3 levels and domiciles for 100 prisoners. Everything was automated from cleaning to feeding to medical to intake if Vanisher keeled over and died tomorrow then his charges would be cared for in perpetuity. That was, in theory.

Despite the facility dubbed ‘The Gallery’ being ready for nearly a year now Vanisher had not found the right subject until now.

It was time to set the plan in motion.

Vanisher crept up from the darkness of the alley by some bins, his apparel was slight and tactical perfect for remaining quite and unseen whilst carrying various restraints. His boots were modified to be soft and soundless and so as he inched toward Holly she was none the wiser, he removed a limp wad of latex from his belt and struck it once quietly making it go stiff. He was only a half metre from Holly now, it was time to pounce.

All at once Vanisher flung himself toward the stretching girl, smashing the squishy wad into her face with one hand and using the other arm to secure her neck and draw her back into the shadow. The wad was made of a material called ‘Living Latex’ or ‘L-tex’ it could be programmed into certain shapes and reform even when split into many parts, it congealed like a jelly and turned to thick rubbery latex in moments. At this moment it had covered Holly’s mouth, a nostril and part of her eye, the material quickly spread out to surround her whole head from neck to ponytail enveloping her in an impervious hood of shiny black. Holly could not breathe through the mask and until Vanisher changed the program it would allow her to not do so. She fought vainly to pull it off when she should have been trying to fight the man now pulling her to God knows where, Holly never was the brightest bulb.

Happy that the L-tex hood had secured itself, Vanisher focused on pulling Holly to the back door of a long abandoned building. Vanisher had bought the property through shell companies and made sure that the building was soundproofed and accommodated with a garage and enough material to secure his first conquest.

After what felt like minutes Vanisher had her at the door, he was a strong tall man and yet Holly was fighting like a woman possessed and the struggle was tiring him. Opening the door with a programmed knock it flung open and Vanisher turned to throw Holly inside. Being a meticulous planner Vanisher had set a mattress down on the exact point he threw the young woman. Rather unfortunately for her the mattress was covered by a plastic coating on top of which was a huge puddle of L-Tex

Vanisher felt like his first conquest had to go without a hitch and so he had procured a vast amount of the substance. As soon as the liquid touched the young woman’s skin it swarmed about her and divided itself into 10 bands of squishy yet unyielding restraint. The bands were placed at her ankles, 2 at the calves, 2 at the thighs thighs, about her waist and wrists, 3 about her middle and arms taking care to frame her breasts lustfully and finally an extra tight one about her neck that turned itself into a collar. The L-Tex had forced Holly’s arms together behind her back and the collar made her look straight ahead, despite being blinded. Vanisher watched her struggle with content, she looked so so perfect in her tight leggings and every time she rolled over her beautiful breasts heaved against the double restraint of the harness like L-Tex and the tight sports bra. Her head was a black mass skintight and yet thick so as to obscure her beauty and anonymise her; indeed the only clue that this woman was Holly was the ponytail held tight but flowing from a hole at the back of the hood. Reminding himself, of course that she would need to breathe, Vanisher pressed a button on his wrist computer, the hood melted away onto the mattress and Holly breathed deep and ragged.

To Vanishers surprise she wasn’t afraid, she was however incredibly pissed off.

“You fucking freak what the fuck is this, get this shit off me now, I swear to god ill fucking kill you”

She went on like this for a while. Vanisher stood unmoving, his features hidden behind an opaque black helmet and visor. His body covered by thin padding sewed into his stealthy suit. He was slim and tall and imposing to most people even when unmasked but not to Holly. Vanisher wondered if this made her brave or if perhaps she was just so doggedly angry at him she hadn’t had time to feel fear. Vanisher felt oddly fond of her, like a pet who shows distinct character.

Vanisher approached the woman and sat down behind her, he pulled her into his embrace and ever so gently began to knead her breast together, she was soft and firm and bountiful, he enjoyed the sensation of her warmth and her heartbeat. He ran hisbhands down her sides and squeezed her lovely thighs watching with delight as the tight mint leggings sunk deep into the valley of her flesh. He, truly, had no sexual intentions for the woman beyond gentle groping and watching. He appreciated the perfection of the human form like art but was that form more beautiful then when restrained. He committed himself to distancing from the base impulse of other abductors and kidnappers. He was a villain with motive and passion. This woman who had once been Holly was about to vanish like in those urban legends. She was to be made into art down in the Gallery. She had no idea what was in store for her.

Holly was trying her best to whack the huge man with her head, the collar stifled her movements and restricted her breathing so that she could only manage a meagre offensive.

Vanisher smiled and spoke for the first time.

“I’ve watched you for a long time now Ms Holly Anne Watson, you have no idea how glad I am to finally meet you.”

During the whole groping Holly had been hurling expletives and scorching denouncements. Upon hearing her full name she stopped dead. And turned to look up at him. As if properly seeing him for the first time.

“H-how do u know my name? What do u want”

The quaver in her voice was unmistakable. A moment passed where they both knew the rowdy young woman wasn’t nearly so brave as she put out.

“Holly Watson, 26 years old, born 7th March 1998. Lives at 14 Ace Avenue, Dorset House Apartments, Apartment 88 floor 8, works as a Sales Assistant at Hobbles Jewellers on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Your favourite cafe is Lee’s your favourite restaurant is Dorsia and your favourite coloured is Tyrrian Purple.”

He paused for breath and effect, Holly was plainly terrified.

“Yes Ms Watson I know all about you. You should be honoured I chose you to be the first, After my long absence”

Holly felt a cold pool in her stomach.

“First for what, who the hell are you tell me!”

The man untangled himself from the woman and stood before her his full height and might apparent his dominating presence filling the room framed by the rays street lights scattering through boarded windows

“I am the Vanisher”.

The reveal had been all he had hoped for. Whether a native or not, everyone knew the tales. Holly knew all too well what this meant for her, if it was true. She never got the chance to ask any questions. Her vanishing had come and with a performative flick of a switch on his wrist computer the remaining latex enveloped Holly whole.

It took only seconds before what was a screaming struggling woman became a quiet and slowly rocking mass of shiny black. There had been enough L-tex remaining to form a full bodysuit from head to toe with a few amendments.

Firstly the bands about her tightened all over and pulled her arms forward into an debilitating self hug, straitjacket style. Next her feet were forced to point as a ballerina and finally her head and neck were forced into good posture and covered once again in a shiny black hood. The material used to cover her body was far thinner over certain areas and clung skintight only a millimetre thick. Her breasts now framed by her straitjacket arms were covered with very thin L-Tex such that the whole depth of her cleavage to her sternum. Her breasts were now two huge black orbs squeezed between sports bra, straps and arms. The thinner material allowed them to bounce and jiggle pleasingly but still seem tight and restrained. The same was true for her ass and thighs: the material dove between her legs so deep and tight that her middle had been cleft. The lovely sight of her huge ass would have tempted anyone. Her front hadn’t been spared; her sex was now a puffy mound with an inviting valley splitting the middle. Camerton was too crude a term for how wonderful her womanhood looked.

The hood had allowed her to breath through tiny holes at her nostrils but in thinning its thickness had gathered up spare material which was rammed into her mouth swelling and totally filling her oral cavity. Holly couldn’t even move her tongue. From the exterior she was like a doll primed in black and ready to be painted.

Holly struggled with sheer determination; she threw fear aside and knew there must be a way out. The bodysuit allowed her to buck and thrash like a lurid rubber worm. So tight were her legs and arms that she couldn’t separate them even slightly. She found she couldn’t move her neck and was forced to face forward. Even her toes were stuck in their predetermined place. She found she could hear nothing apart from her muffled screams and the pounding of her heart. The heat was unbearable, she had already been sweaty but now under this impervious skin she was soaked and desperate to be freed. Every air she drew was tainted by the sweet artificial scent of latex. It was intoxicating and made her feel woozy.

From his vantage point Vanisher saw all of this. Every minute detail and movement was a joy to him. He was utterly satisfied and fulfilled all that remained now was to move the Art to The Gallery. He allowed himself a little indulgence and once again sat behind her and began, slowly, gently, lovingly to knead her breasts.

30 minutes later

Vanisher had gotten too comfortable. Holly had calmed somewhat after the first 20 minutes and Vanisher had increased the depth and rhythm of his massaging to match the girl’s breathing. He wanted her to be tired and calm and even to relax. He meant her no physical harm, he wanted her to feel good things when she was being good even if she didn’t want them. And bad things when she warranted them. It was all part of his plan for her.

But this Vanisher was not an infallible phantom like in the stories. This Vanisher had neglected one thing. The inexplicable patterns of the universe. Outside. At that very moment another young woman was jogging alone, she paused in the exact same spot as Holly had and she heard faintly through a door Vanisher had not ensured was shut, the phantom speaking softly to his new prize. The young woman crept to the door and creaked it open, he saw a tall man carrying something over his shoulder. It took her a second to realise it was a person, covered head to foot in some kind of odd sack. She might have thought it was a dead body were it not kicking and jolting weakly to get away. At once the woman drew her phone from her side and readied the camera.

She forgot about the flash. In the half second of dazzling light and noise the Vanisher sent from his belt two orbs of squishy black L-Tex. His aim was near perfect and struck the young woman over the mouth covering her entire lower face from neck to nostril leaving a single nostril free to breath. The second Ord struck her outstretched hand consuming and glueing the phone in place rendering it inoperable.

The snoop could now neither shout for help or call the police on her phone. But having good instinct she realised what Vanisher had neglected and instantly bolted away. The dark villain was put of L-Tex and the girl had a head start, he guessed now it would take her only a minute or so to find help. But then again the L-Tex was unprogrammed and would not be easily removed. Vanisher had a moment to make a decision.

He let her go.

Something in him told him to temper his ambition, just for the present. He would come back for the meddler, in fact, he relished the thought.

His mind back on the present, Vanisher quickly gagged the mewling rubber worm that had been Holly and whisked her away into the safety of the sewer.

2 hours later.

The Journey through the sewer had been arduous but necessary to capture Hollt without being near a vehicle or some other means of escape. Vanisher had walked with the woman wriggling on his shoulder for a long while before he came across an outlet to the sea and beside that a service road where he had a van stashed. Pitch black with blackout windows the vehicle was imposing and impervious. The villain wasted no time securing his prize. The back of the van was equipped like an ambulance with many hard points, hooks and cabinets with various restraints and drugs stored safely away. The middle space was occupied by a gurney that locked into place. The gurney had multiple points of restraint via black segufix. Vanisher had strapped Holly in tighter than tight and then placed a breathing mask over her struggling head. The mix was high 0² with a trace amount of sedative. The result was the exhausted but defiant Holly soon drifted into a dreamless sleep. Vanisher admired his prize briefly. Under the heavy restraint her curves were accentuated all the more especially her breasts pushed up by herself hugging arms rising and falling slowly with her breath.

It had taken him only 30 minutes after that before he made it back to the Manor. The streets were quiet and there seemed to be no police. Perhaps the girl hadn’t raised enough attention, or the cops ignored her, or best of all perhaps her semi-bound vulnerability had gotten her captured by the wrong sort. That would be pleasing, out of the pan and into the fire. So to speak.

The Manor or rather mansion was another inheritance of the man underneath the Vanisher. The building had stood for 400 years and was a mixup of various styles. The new facade was Georgian with dark slates and marble. The myriad windows were tall and narrow and all seemed to be curtained. The stately gardens were kept in good repair but all the plants and trees were darker and heavier in complexion. Hemlock and Pine. The Manor was remote and served only by a single narrow road to the motorway. This road wound through high hedged and tree tunnelled country lanes for many miles and apart from Manor staff was seldom used

It is a curious point that Vanisher maintained a staff at his residence. He would rather live in solitude but he deemed it too suspicious to rid them all. Instead he had settled for a new idea. The current staff were all young women and men all of certain types that conformed to his preferences. He imagined he would slowly. One by one, vanish and convert them into slaves of the Manor. So totally devoted to service that they would ensure their own captivity and their masters’ secrets. To this end he had them all seven fitted with trackers, though they knew it was not.

That project would have to wait however. His current job had to be seen through. Vanisher parked the van near the gardeners entrance and quickly checked the staff were in their accommodation. He then flicked a switch and from a bare space beside the greenhouse a tunnel soon appeared leading down. Vanisher drove the van down and inside to his bunker, The Gallery.

The entrance immediately sealed behind him and Automated system whirled to life

“Greetings Master, good hunting I presume”

A sultry woman’s voice oozed from the speakers overhead, slightly modulated.

“Good Hunting indeed Isis. I’ve got our first Artwork ready to install. Have you seen to her exhibit?”

“All is as ordered. I am eager to see your first great work, shall I get you a tea?”

“Not just yet Isis I have to see to our exhibit first.”

“Of course master, at your pleasure”

As they talked Vanisher had been unbecoming the gurney from the van and lowering it to the bunker floor.he began to guide it now down the hallways. He spoke quietly to Holly not knowing if she could hear him or not. So restrained was she that even tiny movements were hard to see.

“Fancy bit of kit, that personal assistant. AI is all the rage these days but in truth we rich lot have had systems like her for years. It gives me the advantage of total automation and total secrecy. For your sake I hope she doesn’t go rogue and develop ant sadistic tendencies. Her job is to care for you while I’m away. She’s like your nurse or keeper or even a god if you want to get poetic. Regardless with what I have planned for you I doubt very much if you’ll care about her. You’ve got a lot on your plate, just you wait.”

Although near imperceptible, a slight jolt from Holly told Vanisher she had heard him loud and clear. Without the breathing mask she was now fully awake and totally aware.

Vanisher removed her from the gurney and placed her gingerly on the tiled floor. He pressed a button on his wrist computer and immediately Holly was contoured into a strict ball tie. Her feet to her bum and her knees to her chest. The straitjacket section remained but she found that her ponytail was yanked back so that she was forced to stare forward. A handle protruded from the back of her L-texed body. Vanisher grabbed the handle and lifted, the 60 kg of woman was nothing to him. She felt like a piece if lugged strapped tight and unable even to wiggle.

To save material the L-Tex had granted her sight and hearing back but this was no reprieve. The sight of the cold pristine facility made her heart sink. This guy was the real deal and seemingly he could do what so ever he pleased.

A few minutes of navigating hallways of stark white, with navigational lines of red, yellow, green, orange and black, all polished to a perfect finish and utterly spotless. Vanisher followed the green line until, finally, he made it to a set of large metal doors. The huge things looked like impenetrable, a sign above read simply

‘Block 1’

Vanisher removed his glove and pressed his bare hand to a biometric reader. It scanned him and with two green flashes the doors slid open, slow and heavy.

Through the doors was another hallway that terminated 20 metres away. The hallway contained 4 large rooms 2 on each side. They were like prison cells but covered floor to ceiling in pristine white padding. The dividing wall was thick slightly blue glass which could be raised or lowered via console. 3 of the rooms stood empty but the first room on the left had been furnished just for this occasion.

Vanisher had been waiting for this moment. The reveal, he moved in front of the glass wall and hefted his captive up to chest height and held her with both arms. So they could be see the room beyond

“Welcome to your new home.”

If Holly’s heart had sunk before now it had fallen clean out of her chest.

The room into which they both looked was padded in shining white like the others but covering the far wall of the square space were hundreds and hundreds of high quality framed photos of Holly sunk into the wall. Pictures of her running, eating, working, sleeping, showering, swimming, partying. All of it framed with loving devotion. A blank space on the the left side was devoted to a short biography of Holly, it read:

Name: Holly Watson

Designation: Penitent

Bio: The woman known as Holly Anne Watson was once the scourge of the service industry. Going from cafe to cafe ruining the days of both staff and customers with her incessant complaints and raucous wailing. Holly now spends her days begging forgiveness for her transgressions and being thankful for her continued treatment.

Holly felt dread like never before. This decor had been planned and designed and implemented all for her. But if she was feeling dread now it paled when Vanisher explained what stood in the centre of the room.

“I see you’re observing the description. But you ought to be looking at the saddle.”

Vanisher pointed at a large black bondage horse on top of which an imposing black Syrian was installed. Holly didn’t know what it was by sight but Vanisher’s hint had her scared enough.

Judging from the lack of response Vanisher guessed Holly had no idea what lay in store.

“Not to worry. You’ll learn very soon what you’re in for. But for now, lights out dear”

With the slightest movement of his wrist Holly’s L-Tex suit smothered her and held her in breathless agony until she finally fainted.

She awoke groggy and she felt achey. It had been a horrible dream, getting abducted and threatened with imprisonment, it was sick, she ought to get a psychiatrist. Holly was glad now to be back home, she rolled to one side- Holly found she could not roll, in fact she realised now she was not in bed at all. she opened her eyes and like a stunning blast of ice water Holly realised it had been no dream. Holly looked ahead where a near perfect mirrored window reflected her predicament.

Holly was dressed head to toe in a superbly fitted skintight catsuit. It was a calm mint green , just like her running tights and it had a perfect white sheen that dazzled in the harsh light. It was tight everywhere it sat but very comfortable. It clung lustilly to her curvy hips, breasts and bum and it rode deeply into her pussy, cleavage and ass. There was nothing left to the imagination as even the contours of her small abs, the cute divet of her naval and even her pert nipples were held as if to display under shrink wrapped plastic. The suit came up and over her neck where it terminated into a thicker collar secured with a shiny white strap around her neck. Enough to remind her of its presence but not enough to strangle her. Holly groaned and realised, suddenly, that she couldn’t hear anything but could feel something like earbuds in her ears. This was too much for Holly, with whatever bravado she had  before now dwindled she struggled in earnest, bucking and squirming like an animal crazed.

It came to no avail realising that of course she was bound. Her arms were drawn behind her back and trapped within a shiny white armbinder that clung to her shoulders it had a thick strap that ran below her breast forcing them up and out framing them beautifully. Holly was sat upon the black Sybian she had seen earlier. Kneeling with her ankles and thighs strapped to the device with white straps. She tried to jolt upward but found of course she was strapped not only at the legs and middle but also the gloved part of her armbinder was strapped to the back of the sybian. She found her range of movement was very limited vertically; in fact she couldn’t lift her crotch even slightly from the squishy bumps and nubs of the Sybian. Horizontally Holly found she was also unable to move her lower half much side to side but she was free to grind her hips back and forth with moderate freedom. Her upper half was only constrained by the armbinder so that Holly could bend and flex this way and that to strain against her bindings. Uselessly of course. Even Holly’s lovely long ponytail was now tied with a white tie of the same material and sheen as the straps and armbinder.

Holly was just getting ready to attempt, in vain again, a mad struggle to get free when suddenly her earbuds burst into speech.

“Good morning Penitent. You’ve been asleep a good long while and I can see it’s done you well, you’re struggling marvellously please don’t stop on my account.”

Holly did not stop, she would not be teased, she had to get out, she had to.

“Very good, carry on then it’s great watching. I must say you look absolutely stunning in your new outfit it came out even better than I imagined”

He paused, allowing Holly to scowl at him as she struggled on, bouncing stupidly in place.

“Now, on to business. You are here for a reason, Penitent. You have become the first Artwork in my gallery. You should be very honoured, it took me a full year before I finally grabbed my first one. But the work isn’t done yet.”

He stopped giving a cue for Holly to settle down and listen. She did so feeling dreadfully that she ought to know what she was in for.

“You read the description behind you so you know what the world thinks of you. The term ‘Karen’ is overused and yet for you it fits perfectly l, although ‘Brat’ May be more fitting. It is clear to me that you are rotten to the core and as such I committed myself to your rehabilitation…”

Vanisher emphasised this last word with relish eliciting a shudder from Holly.

“You may wonder why I left you ungagged and why you are hiked up on that plinth strapped to that strange device. It isn’t out of mercy I assure you. From now on you will say only three words, those are ‘Sorry’ and ‘Thank You’. You’ll find yourself discouraged from a wider vocabulary, trust me on that. But before I spoil the surprise let’s activate the exhibit.”

Holly heard a knock coming from The otherside of the glass. She could faintly see the figure of Vanisher almost completely obscured by the mirrored surface. He was tapping on a console beside the exhibit and gave her mocking thumbs up.

Suddenly the sybian kicked into life, emanating a slight vibration that drove through Holly’s trapped form like warm water. She felt the hairs stand on end and a shiver slither down her spine. She arched her back reciprocally and found the armbinder taught. She was stuck now with even less freedom, her arms yanked back with only her hips free to slide back and forth.

“Let me out you fr-“

‘BRRT’

A computerised alarm blurred once and without warning a huge jolt of electricity shot up the woman’s body; painful but titillating.

“What the fuck wa-

‘BRRT’

Once again the alarm blared and she was stricken with another body wracking jolt of electricity

“I hope you get the idea. As I said, your new vocabulary is ‘Sorry’ and ‘Thank you’ . Let me be clear on the rules. If you say anything other than those words, anything at all then you will be shocked, the severity of the shock will go up with each consecutive misbehaviour. Additionally there’s a timer running concurrently that will give you the same zap if you don’t say ‘Sorry’ its a random timer in the 30 second range im surpri-“

‘BRRT’

The alarm blared at 28 seconds and Holly was struck with an even stronger shock

“AHH FUCK STOP IT HUR-“

‘BRRT’

Alarm, zap, jolt.

“AAAAAHHHH!”

“Ah there it goes, I’d start apologising. We don’t know when the next one will be remember.”

Getting the idea quickly Holly began to repeat as if In mantra

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-“

And on and on.

“Very good, I accept your apology. Of course the timer is sometimes set to 1 second so you ought to keep that pace up.”

He stopped once again just for the joy of listening to her repeat the mantra

“Sorry sorry sorry sorry”

Her pace slowed somewhat but was still enough seemingly to stave off more shocks, for now.

“Now”

Vanisher went on.

“That sybian is set to a random routine, It feels faint and pleasant now. I’m sure you’ve quite forgotten it. but it’s going to tease you in relentless waves, the intensity ever rising until it forces you to cum. That where the rest if your vocab comes In Penitent. Every time you come you are to say ‘Thank you’ for a random amount of time until the system goes back to accepting only ‘Sorry’. Simple enough right? Now don’t try to be clever and say thank you once and mix in a sorry. You’ll get shocked. Trust me there is no way of guessing it is all random, even I don’t know.”

As he spoke Holly listened well and felt, as he had warned, the lovely vibrations increase. She found herself grinding involuntarily into the sybian and her head lolled as he went on with:

“Sorry sorry, ah sorry sorry sor-sorry sorry-y ah-“

On and on it went with the intensity rising slow but sure

“Sorryyyyy ahhhhh… sorry…..”

‘BRRT’

She was zapped again and slapped back to reality. Her pleading quickened once again.

“SORRY sorry sorry sorry!”

The vibrations increased as if sensing her weakness. Sweat ran in bullets off her face sliding down her latex skin in droves. Her makeup ran with fresh welling tears driven by the shocks her mouth between apologies and gasps hung agape as the Penitent found herself overwhelmed

‘VrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRR!’

The vibrations increased in earnest now audible amidst her constant pleads

“Sooooryy sorryyy sorry sorry! Ahhhh sorryyy sorry”

On and on and on, pleasure soaked through her and enveloped her like the water on cotton.

She was bucking now so strongly and desperate that a loud slap struck out again and again and again where she slammed her aching sex into the sybian. She has no control over herself whatsoever. Her eyes began to roll and her head tilted back…

“S-Soorry sorry SORRYYY aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

An earth shattering orgasm like none she had ever know rocked her with unceasing tremors as her brain was flooded with unbidden pleasure she went limp held in place by her restraints and her head dropped forward…

‘BRRT’

A millisecond before the zap fired the Penitent realised her mistake

“NO! THA-“

A body wracking shock bit into her weakened sensitive body and she howled into the unsympathetic void.

She had only seconds to recover and, as she began to sob she started her mantra

“Thank you thank you th-thank you thank y-you”

All the while the vibrations of the sybian had dimmed but not as low as before. Even now her body was building up to a forced orgasm, she was sensitive and overestimated she couldn’t bare to cum again not so soon, not so-

‘BRRT’

“AHHHHHHHH SOOOHREEE SORRY SORRY”

And on the training went. As the vibrations built up the Penitent tried desperately to draw her crotch away from the ceaseless machine but found her restraints perfectly fitted she was simply not allowed. She was forced to feel its vibrations on and on and on and she would be forced to cum again after only 2 minutes.

“aaah-ahh-aaaAAAAAHHHHHH!’

She went limp again remembering just in time what she had to do. She slurred the words her mouth slick with drool

“THHHANKKK YUUUH THANKHH YUUUH”

Her voice lost its stringent quality; she sounded like she hardly knew the words.

Vanisher smiled broadly and could not bring himself away. He adored his now exhibition. He spoke aloud as he reclined into a delightful leather viewing chair.

“Isis, please maintain the health of our guest. Allow minimum necessary sleep and keep her on this program whenever she is conscious. If she faints then wake her. I see no need to feed her or let her move so take care of her needs via supplements and drugs. I believe we have enough stock for a few months at least”

The sultry robotic voice responded, an ounce of glee resonant in its tone

“Of course Master, it will be my pleasure. I can maintain her health without having to remove her at all and with the correct supplements she will only require 2 hours sleep in every 24. I shall fabricate the drug needed for her long term care, so long as I have the raw materials I can keep her like this perpetually.”

“Very good Isis, oh and please hood her after the first week, but keep her mouth free, same style as the catsuit, same colour, let her ponytail out though”

“Very good master, it will be done, shall I get you a tea?”

Vanisher slouched deep into his seat resting his arms behind his head as muffled by inches of glass he heard the guttural screams of the young woman trapped brutally between pleasure and pain.

“Yes please do. I think I shall be here for a long while…”

The End