# Chapter Five: A Clever Form of Resistance

Author: | Gospodin

Marie was stunned when she finally put the five letters together. "Who would dare do this to me?" she wondered in horror. Fussing in the mirror, she consoled herself with the observation that the letters were only visible when one was looking really close. Marie also remembered that she still had two or three nice silk scarves that would hide it perfectly.

With a little edge -- like the feeling you have when a new but welcome acquaintance decides to leave your party early -- Marie quickly took off the rubber underwear and instantly missed the nubs pressing against her tits and crotch. She washed and went to bed naked -- feeling strangely naughty despite her previous bedtime attire-- and wrapped herself into her black satin bed sheets. She fell sound asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

In her dreams, she was naked in the courtyard again, chained to an iron ring in the center square. She felt the heavy steel links trail from the collar she knew that she herself had locked on. Looking up at the nobles before her, she swooned at their derisive glares and snyde catcalls. In the center of the crowd sat their leige, again hidden in the shadow of the large sedan chair.

Marie squinted, the shifting gleam of polished latex making it difficult to focus on the imposing ruler's features. Slowly, yet firmly, a black-gloved hand pointed a long leather riding crop to the ground in front of Marie. Looking down, she saw that a silver tray rested in front of her knees. Reaching down, she picked up a pair of wicked-looking pliers from the platter.

She raised her head once more, only to see the crop inches from her face, pointing down at her bosom. In thrall, she brought the tool to her left breast and fitted it over the nipple. She felt the nobles pinching and squeezing her all over, leaving no flesh unprodded, and began to slowly squeeze the device she held.

When she woke up, Marie sensed that something was very wrong. She shifted a bit in her satin wrapping and suddenly felt a painful tug on her nipples. Aching, she dug herself out of the tangled sheets and discovered that she was wearing a pair of clover-style nipple clamps, connected with a short chain. She angrily pulled them off with one quick jerk and tossed them into a bedroom corner. Marie doubled over in pain as the blood suddenly returned to the tender flesh. As quickly as she could, Marie jumped up and put them back on, wailing in humiliation.

With eyes still wet, she got up to get ready for work. The rather small and elegant clamps decorated her nipples, and the chain jingled as she moved. She reached into a drawer to grab some underwear, only to find another change: the drawer was filled to the rim with the most unbelievable collection of gags. Dozens of them, all shapes, styles and colors. Playfully, she picked a penis gag mounted on a rectangle plate just bigger than her mouth and sucked it in, pressing the plate against her lips. Marie's loins warmed immediately, and her hand wandered down toward her pussy when she realized that she had to leave soon. She opened the next drawer -- to find a ridiculous collection of hoods, masks, blindfolds and several items she could not even identify.

Marie stepped back in shock, still massaging her sore nipples around the clamps. Someone was toying with her, she realized. She had been in a state of arousal and confusion for several days now, and everything that happened to her had been carefully timed and placed to throw her off guard.

Marie searched her room thoroughly now, determined to overcome the feeling of helplessness she felt. Whoever was doing this wanted to break her, and the only way to resist was to calm down and think things out. So far her tormentor had used humiliation and arousal to shake her. If she could just fight those two feelings, she could keep her wits about her and investigate.

Marie flipped through her closet, recognizing only about a third of what was inside as hers. She had no bras and no panties aside from the rubber pair she had taken off last night. All of the bustiers in the closet were half-cup, and all the blouses were tight and sheer and the skirts short and bouncy.

Finally she spotted a trunk in the back of the closet that had not been there before. Opening it revealed a leather-and-chrome corset and thong, with diagonal breast cups, shoulder straps and adjustable fasteners. Laying the items out on her bed, she saw that the thong had twin plugs and the bra cups had furry disks over the nipples. A little prying with a screwdriver popped the disks out, and the plugs unscrewed with little effort.

Satisfied that it could not tease her, Marie pulled the thong about her waist. She realized quickly that the metal buckles had round keyholes on them, like a bike lock. This was a chastity belt.

"Well well," Marie grinned to herself. "I could do with a few days of chastity now, so that I can focus on my work!" She snapped the belt closed and patted the chrome panel over her mound, then set the keys aside for a moment.

The corset was a complicated device, and Marie soon realized that she would need to cinch herself down by at least four inches before it would buckle closed. The front piece spooned in at the stomach, and the rear lacings were designed to cinch it just long enough that the hooks and clasps at the edges could fasten.

Marie held it to her front, and felt the chain of the nipple clamps press into her chest. Arousal, humiliation, and now pain, she realized.

Marie looked at the clock by her bedside. She would definitely miss her first train, but she could get in reasonably on time if she hurried. Reaching into a drawer she pulled out some tiny rubber bands from when she had worn a dental retainer. They were designed to tug her jaw into a position that would improve her bite, but they were just the right size to keep constant pressure around her nipples.

She slowly pulled off the left clamp and began sliding the little rings around her stiff teat, the pressure slowly easing the pain. Satisfied that it worked, she quickly yanked off the other clamp and banded her right nipple.

Rushing now, she threaded the laces into the back of the corset and stepped into it from above. Standing on tiptoe, she hooked the loop over a plant hook in the ceiling and began to squat, using her own weight to cinch the device. She had not worn a corset in years, but the memories soon began to drift back.

She exhaled and leaned against the lacings again and again, her waist constricting down by three, then four, now four and a half inches. Just as she was about to give up, she heard a single metallic "clink" sound. Straining, she lifted her feet off the floor and let all the clasps fasten with a staccato clickety-clack.

Red faced and gasping, Marie knelt and ran her hands about her nipped waist, feeling a familiar luxurious pride at her delicious curves. She knew that she would soon get used to breathing differently and using her hips and knees to bend over instead of her waist. She undid the lacings and stuffed them in the box.

Picking up the keys she began to muse over what to do with them. If she left them in the house, whoever it was could just use them to unlock the belt and corset. If she gave them to someone, how could she know that that person wasn't responsible for all that was happening to her?

Marie figured she needed a few days to investigate things with a clear head. The US postal service was slow, but reliable, making it a perfect temporary keeper of her chastity. Marie decided to take no chances, and addressed an envelope to Angie, figuring that it would take a little extra time to get the keys back from her.

Another look at the clock reminded Marie that she would be late for work if she didn't dress quickly. She pulled on a pair of thigh-high seamed black stockings and attached them to the garters hanging from her corset. A red knee-length a-line skirt and a low-cut sheer white silk blouse went over her leather and metal undergarments. To hide the black and silver bra cups and straps of her corset, she pulled on a black double-breasted jacket that hugged her nipped waist perfectly. A red scarf covered her collar neatly.

Satisfied with her modesty despite the cleavage created by her corset and revealed by her blouse and jacket, she slipped her feet into a pair of 4" patent leather heels and buckled the ankle straps as best she could with her stiff waist. Tossing on an overcoat, she grabbed her briefcase and minced her way to the train station as quickly as she could, the envelope clutched in her hand.

Red-faced and out of breath, she staggered into the office and stopped short. There, sitting on her desk as if waiting for her, was Joe. Angie was sitting in her chair, eyes downcast, fidgeting with the cord to her telephone. Joe had a smug, self-satisfied look on his face, and he leered at Marie as she set her suitcase down.

"You're late." he snapped, "The boss wanted to do this himself, but since you weren't here, I'm supposed to deliver the message." Joe held out a letter printed on company letterhead, signed in blue ink.

"It's no secret that there have been cutbacks recently. This company is going through hard times, and we can't afford any dead weight. From now on it's only A+ players in here. Your work has been suffering lately, Marie. You've been distracted, and we just can't afford to keep you on any longer."

"Joe! That was unnecessary!" Angelica snapped.

Joe grinned at her, and turned back to look Marie straight in the eye as she read over her severance letter. "You'll get one month's severance pay, and you can finish out the next week. You'll still be in the company health plan if you want to keep paying, and you'll have access to job counseling if you need it."

Marie looked desperately into Angie's eyes, hoping to see that it was some sort of joke. Angelica simply turned her chair around and hung her head in her hands.

Joe pushed past Marie on his way out of the cubicle, "Of course, babe, I'm always here for you." He chuckled as he walked back to his office.

Marie sat down at her desk, stunned. A month's pay would help cover the American property taxes on her Aunt's home, but it couldn't last forever. She needed to find a new job, and that might take up the time she needed to investigate her intruder.

She thought back to the confidence counseling she had been going to. She tried to imagine the stronger, more confident side of her personality and what it would do in this situation.

"C'mon honey, let's go out for lunch." Angelica snapped Marie out of her daze, and she realized that she had been daydreaming for at least an hour.

"Sure. Yes, yes. Of course." Marie cleared her throat and stood up, straightening her skirt.

Angelica smiled weakly and tried to improve her friend's spirits, "By the way, I love the new wardrobe! Those shoes are dead sexy. Where did you get them?"

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