MONDAY MORNING

BY E. LENSHERR

This story is a continuation of "The Sharing" staring Jessica, Marla, Daven, and Steve.

“Jess… Jessica, its time to wake up,” Daven said.

“Mmmmff,” she moaned. Unable to speak, there was a large inflatable gag in her mouth. Her cheeks were bulged out and her tongue was pressed tightly against the bottom of her mouth.

“What is this?” she thought. She couldn’t be bound and gagged, it had to be Monday. It was a school day. Yet there she lay. Tightly bound in her latex cat suit. Her feet pointing straight out in her ballet boots. Her head wrapped tightly in a latex hood that only had holes for her nostrils and her mouth. There was a huge butterfly inflatable gag sealed tightly in her little mouth. Her breathing came is quick, short motions due to the tightness of her tiny corset. She was an utter beautiful sight in her bondage. Her breast had not yet developed so the latex was drawn tightly over her flat chest and hardened nipples. Her arms were in a leather arm binder tight behind her back. Her legs had been drawn up to the D-ring at the end of the arm binder so she was in a constant hogtie. And by the soreness in her arms and knees, she had been that way all night. At least, since she last remembered her father’s friend, Daven, attach a bottle to her gasmask while she was bound to her friend, Marla, Daven’s daughter. The bottle had a straw in it which led to the bottom. She remembered still being able to breathe although the air she was breathing was drawn through the straw and down through the clear liquid within the bottle. She thought it was funny how when she inhaled it would cause bubbles to rise through the liquid. After noticing a funny smell, she saw stars and blacked out.

The liquid was chloroform.

That was Sunday.

“I figure that you’re probably worried about getting ready for school, aren’t you dear?” Daven asked.

“Mff-huh,” she replied.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry too much about that from now on. I showed your father how to fill out the paperwork for home schooling. Now, like my beautiful slave, Marla, you no longer have to go to school.”

“Marla, where was she?” Jessica thought. Marla was continuing her training as well. She would now learn the art of total submission. Involuntary, of course. She was inside a large metal container. It much resembled what was known as an ‘iron lung.’ The length of a casket, it contained a saline solution that was maintained at 98 degrees. Marla was floating inside the contraption. There was a tube in her ass and one in her urethra. She also was covered from head to toe in latex. There was a tube running from a breathing machine to her throat. She was fed intravenously through a needle in her arm. This was known as a Sensory Deprivation Chamber. Even though she had already fully submitted to any and all torturous perversions her father had created, he wanted her submission to be total and absolute. The only way to achieve this would be to remove any sense of personality and mental well-being. Within hours, Marla’s mind would begin to feed upon itself. This would cause significant mental conditioning. She would be reduced to a shell of her former self. All resistance and reluctance stripped away. She would be completely at their mercy. A mindless zombie with one goal: Please her Master. Daven had also setup an audio tape that would play randomly in earplugs that Marla was wearing. The voice on the tape was his and it said many things like “You will submit to your Master fully. Your body is his.”

At first, 11 year old Marla fought the breathing machine. It cycled much slower than a normal breathing rate. This caused Marla to panic at first. She almost couldn’t breathe fast enough to sustain consciousness. Finally she submitted to the machine. She finally realized that she didn’t have to worry about breathing at all. The machine would do it for her.

“Marla won’t be back until next weekend,” Daven said, knowing that Jessica was wondering where her bondage buddy had vanished to. Today, Daven and Steve, Jessica’s father, would begin her ‘stretching.’

This was a long and tedious process of expanding the little 11 year old blonde’s pussy and anus to a size large enough to accommodate her fist in either orriface.

“Come dear, we have a lot of work to do,” Steve said while undoing her bindings.