Chapter Five: A Clever Form of Resistance
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:Author: Gospodin 

.. meta::
   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 5
   :shs-keywords: f, latex, mc

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.

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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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