Part 3: Chapter 5

Almost as an afterthought, the two women completed Josh’s bondage. A strap was run from the base of his posture collar down to the top of his corset and pulled extremely tight. His legs were then released from their cuffed, widely spread position and strapped together at the arches, ankles, above and bellow the knees, and at the thighs, just below the tops of the stockings.

Moving to the side of the room, Clarissa flicked a switch, and, with a rattle of heavy chains, and the sound of winching machinery, the Josh shaped body form lowered towards the ground. She stopped its downward progress once the feet touched the floor and began sliding along it, allowing the head and shoulders to move down as well. Now that the form was angled at about thirty degrees, Clarissa moved over to it and pulled a shining key out from her pocket. She used it to unlock each of the six padlocks, and then placed them on the floor off to the side. Next, she methodically went about unlatching the clamps holding the casket together. She did this in full view of Josh, who just stared on in discomfort and horror as he awaited his fate. Once she had all of the latches undone, Clarissa motioned for Alexandra to help her.

Leaving Josh perched precariously by his neck chain, Alex walked over to the body casket, and grabbing the lower half of the top piece, helped Clarissa open it up. It was heavier than it looked, and there was a slight seal breaking sound as the top, with its protruding inner edge, slid out of the matching groove in the bottom half. Alex marveled at the inside, lined in a type of thin, gray neoprene like material. It was thick enough to provide protection to the occupant from the hard, unyielding material the form was constructed out of, but much too thin to provide any comfort.

“Oh my,” Alexandra said breathlessly, “doesn’t this look cozy?”

Clarissa snickered as she and Alex lowered the top carefully to the floor. “I should hope so, it cost as much as a small car to design and build.”

“Hear that 23?” Alex looked over at Josh, overcome by a wave of arousal at the thought of encapsulating him within. “Mistress Clarissa spared no expense for you.”

Josh tried to look away, spittle running out from the edge of his mouth, but found himself glued to the scene. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he was trapped in the embrace of the evil looking thing.

“Let’s hurry and get him installed,” Clarissa said, trying to distract Alexandra from the hunger obvious in her eyes. “We still have a lot of connections to hook up.”

With that, the two women unhooked Josh’s collar from the chain holding him up. They dragged the bound boy, now squirming mightily against his restraints as the full realization of his predicament set in, over to the back half of the still hanging body form, and lifted him up. It was difficult for them to maintain their balance as Josh bucked like a man possessed, but, after several attempts, they were able to fit his arms into the opening at the back of the casket’s shoulders. As they lowered him, his tightly strapped arms slid deep down into the lined, molded space designed specifically for them. He could feel the tightness of the compartment squeezing his already cramping arms. Finally, as his arms disappeared completely, the women were able to line his shoulders up with the casket, and began positioning the rest of his body. They laid him in carefully, running both his catheter and anal tubes out the one small, rubber lined hole in the rear of the form, and making sure that none of his skin would be caught between the seam when it was sealed. His body fit snugly into place, the lined back of the mold fitting him like a second skin.

”In case you are wondering,” Clarissa said as she looked down at Josh’s panic stricken eyes, “the lining is made of a very high tech porous material. It will enable your skin to breathe even as the slight cushioning prevents pressure sores from forming around your body.”

Josh, not reassured by her words, attempted to struggle some more, but the encapsulation of his arms, and a harsh glance from Alexandra, brought that to a quick end. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his breathing, the corset’s constricting grip around his waist still hindering any attempt to take in a full, deep breath of air. He felt his legs pressed firmly into the device’s cruel embrace. His rubber covered feet were pointed and slid into place under the extended lip of the bottom of the frame. This position would ensure his feet remained in a strict en pointe once the top piece was secured.

Satisfied with the first half of Josh’s encasement, Clarissa picked up the next item from the table and moved next to the boy’s head, while Alex appeared on the other side and began stroking his sweat-streaked hair, gently reassuring him. “Now Josh, this next part is new for you, but I need you to remember our conversation. While this will be very uncomfortable, Clarissa is well trained in this, and she will not harm you.”

Josh’s eyes bulged out of his sockets as he saw the long thick tube in Clarissa’s hand. About two and a half feet long, the tube had a deflated round balloon on the end approaching his mouth, a second, longer and narrower deflated balloon was positioned a few inches higher on the tube, then the smooth remaining portion of tubing ended in a huge rubber plug. The plug, already large beyond comprehension, was attached to a rubber strap that would cover his mouth completely. Sticking out from the center of the strap was another, smaller tube that had three branching ports jutting out from the main hose, which continued on for another six inches. Alex placed one hand on top of his head, and one on his chin to hold him steady as her friend pushed the rubber hose past the boy’s ring gag and into his mouth. He wretched violently as the tube and its collapsed balloons nudged the back of his throat and began to slide downward.

“Breathe slowly and as deeply as possible through your nose. You will not suffocate if you concentrate. Do not throw up.” Clarissa spoke with authority as she continued to slide the tube down Josh’s throat and towards his stomach.   “This is not an ordinary stomach tube,” She said almost academically as she continued to force the horrible thing further into him. “It’s called an esophageal tube, and once we get it situated properly, it will not only allow you to be fed, but will seal off your stomach and throat so completely, that you will not be able to vomit. The largest balloon will be inflated in your stomach. That will lock the tube in place and also give you a nice full feeling, as though you constantly have a large meal sitting in your stomach. The next balloon inflates inside your esophagus, completely sealing it off so that nothing can move up or down through your throat unless it is inside the tube. Of course, the tube has a one-way valve on the end, so nothing can come back up without the special suction attachment attached at the entry point. Now,” she said as she moved the last of the snake-like tube down his throat, the final inflatable is this gag which will fill your mouth completely even before we start pumping.” She stopped talking momentarily as she started forcing the rubber plug past his ring gag and into his oral cavity. Once the plug popped into place and expanded behind the ring, she pulled the strap tight and, as Alex lifted his head from its niche, buckled it into place behind him.

Josh had turned a sickly shade of green, and he was visibly shaken as Clarissa attached the inflation bulb to the first port and began pumping. He could feel the unpleasant fullness in his stomach, but it was nothing compared to the scary pressure that he felt when she finished with the stomach balloon and began inflating the esophageal one. He wined as much as his gagged mouth and throat would allow, but soon that subsided as Clarissa finished with the other balloons and began pumping the gag. It filled his mouth completely, pressing his cheeks painfully against the tightening gag strap. Finally satisfied with his level of discomfort, Clarissa removed the bulb and sealed off the inflation ports.

Although he was gagging fiercely as his throat attempted to expel the intruding tube, nothing was able to travel up from his sealed off stomach. Josh watched in horror as Clarissa picked up the key she had used on the locking latches and stuffed it into Alexandra’s pocket.

“Wouldn’t want you to leave without that,” Clarissa said as she then returned to the table to retrieve another item.

Josh tried to squirm again as he realized that He was going to be completely locked away until Alex returned with the key. No way out for a completely unknown amount of time. Alex just held his head tighter as Clarissa buckled a rubber blindfold in place over his eyes, totally blocking off his vision. Once that was done, Alex gently lowered his head back into place as Clarissa picked up the boy’s next accessory. Two small tubes with foam pads were pushed up into Josh’s nostrils. The padding expanded as it was pushed deeply inside, locking the twin tubes in place. The tubes connected into one three inches below his nose, and that tube, along with the one protruding from his gag, were laid aside as the women retrieved the top of the casket.

They laid the top in place at an angle, positioning the foot section first. Once the seam mated properly, they began lowering the rest of the body. When the chest and face were only a few inches away from sealing the boy in, Clarissa fed his gag tube through the hole in the mouth area and followed that by slipping his nasal tube through a matching opening under the nose of the casket. Two deep-seated rubber earplugs were put in place next, blocking out any sound but the beating of the boy’s heart. As she finished, Alex felt along the underside of the chest, locating the first of the tiny, cruel nipple clamps. She pulled it out from its position, stretching the attached tension cord until it reached Josh’s right nipple. She snapped it in place, the teeth gripping his sensitive nub painfully and then dragging it fiercely away from his chest. She watched her boyfriend’s subtle movement in response to the pain, knowing that he could not move enough to get away. She repeated the process on his left nipple, and, looking over at Clarissa, gave her a big smile as they set the rest of the body form into place. They pushed down hard, ensuring that the seam was sealed before they began latching all of the clasps. Alex retrieved the six padlocks, and with a bit of fanfare, completed Josh’s encapsulation.

The casket was then winched back up, until the pointed feet were about two feet off the floor. A heavy chain was attached to the toe area, and hooked to a ring buried in the concrete floor. The whole thing was raised again until it was pulled taught between ceiling and floor. Clarissa then quickly rolled the medical table next to the solidly mummified form, and attached the tubes, hoses and monitoring wires to their appropriate receptacles. Oxygen, tainted with other unique and exotic aromas would be fed to the boy through his nasal tube, while his mouth tube would be used to give him various liquefied or semi-solid materials. His catheter tube would be used to fill and drain his bladder, while his rectal tube would ensure enemas of varying size and duration stayed sealed in place. Lastly, electric sensors would be used to monitor his vital signs at all times.

As Clarissa finished up, she watched Alex as she stroked the outside of the casket and then, reaching up, twisted each of the screws at its chest level. Clarissa smiled, knowing that Alex had just doubled the pressure on the poor boy’s clamped nipples.

It took only a few minutes for the women to say their goodbyes. After a brief hug and numerous reassurances that her charge would be perfectly safe, Alexandra left the mansion, a shinning key attached to a chain around her neck.

Clarissa waited an hour after Alex had left before heading down to the dungeon. Before they had departed, she had started a three-quart enema flowing into Josh’s bowels. Now, she checked the monitors and saw that, while his vitals were elevated and definitely stressed, they were well within safety parameters, so she set the timer for a four-hour retain, release and repeat setting and went upstairs to bed, eager to start her true tests in the morning.

Inside his unyielding cocoon, Josh was screaming silently. This was nothing like his penalty box back home, or even the strict bondage sack he sometimes slept in. This was complete and utter immobilization. He could not move a muscle. His entire body was exploding with the need for some kind of movement. Even the fluid filling his bowels and causing him to cramp painfully was no distraction to the overwhelming claustrophobia he was enduring. He did not know how long it would last, or what other horrors awaited him as time passed. All he knew was that whatever was going to be done to him, there was nothing he could do but accept it until Alex’s return.

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