Author: Hoop
Title: Incarceration
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: Claire is given a new set of piercings. Her captor concludes the session with a little strap-on fucking.
Keywords: FF, bd, nc, sad



Claire strained uselessly against the shackles that held her limbs immobile. The cuffs' hard, metal edges dug painfully into her flesh. She restlessly shifted her weight between her wrists and ankles.

Her captor, a girl with shoulder-length brown hair and clad in a set of white overalls, finished searching through her box of tools and turned around to face Claire. Between her thumb and forefinger she held a needle, eight inches in length, its surface glinting in the light. She grinned as she approached Claire, whose protests came in the form of incoherent murmurs due to the strips of tape covering her mouth. Her muffled cries grew in fervor as the girl took the nipple of Claire's left breast in between her thumb and forefinger, bringing the tip of the needle to rest against the soft, sensitive flesh.

The girl teased the nipple between her fingers awhile, twisting it this way and that, causing the skin to swell and redden slightly. She worked at it for a while, pulling and pinching, and every so often Claire let out a squeal as her teat was squeezed especially hard. Gripping firmly with two fingers, the girl pulled the patch of darker skin outwards, whilst she rested the needle's tip against its edge. Claire scrunched her eyes shut.

With a sudden thrust, she drove the needle through the soft tissue of Claire's areola, eliciting a strangled cry from her as waves of pain radiated outwards from the wound. The edges of the needle slid through freshly-exposed layers of raw flesh; the surrounding areas started to become inflamed almost immediately. The needle was withdrawn, leaving a droplet of blood beading at each end of its passage through the skin. 

The sudden stab of pain began to abate to a steady, inescapable throbbing. Harsh bursts pulsated in time with Claire's heartbeat.

The girl raised the needle to her lips, extending the pink tip of her tongue to lick the blood from the implement. She smiled broadly in response to Claire's wide-eyed expression as the needle was brought to rest against her other, untouched nipple. 

Claire tried unsucessfully to scream as the girl forced the needle through. Now lubricated with blood and saliva, its passage was slightly more facile, however this did little to lessen the hot stab of pain that bloomed in her breast. Tears welled up in Claire's eyes, trickling down her cheeks as she thrashed her head from side to side, consumed with the agony of her ordeal.

The girl left to search for something else, affording Claire a few minutes to attempt to regain her composure. Whilst the initial shock of the impalement had passed, her pierced flesh was wracked with persistent, severe soreness. She was almost becoming able to cope with the residual pain when the girl returned, a pair of silver rings held in her hand.

She depressed a point on the circumference of one of the rings, and a segment flipped inwards. The now-exposed internal edge of the ring was slightly tapered to a blunt, conical point, and it was this part that the girl offered up to the freshly-pierced nipple of Claire's left breast. She forced the ring through the newly-opened wound, not roughly, but with a firm insistence. Wider than the needle used to form the hole, it distended the flesh as it passed through. Claire felt additional bursts of pain as the foreign object pushed its way through her stretched skin.

The girl repeated the process with the opposing nipple, snapping the hinged segment of each loop's circumference back into place. As a finishing touch, she threaded a length of thin, metal chain between each of the rings that now adorned Claire's breasts.

"I'll be back in just a moment."

Claire considered the prospect of her tormentor's departure with a sort of desperate relief, although it would only be so long before she returned. Her arms and legs ached terribly from her prolonged restraint, shackled to the vertical metal frame. Her blood had started to clot into a residue around her piercings, and the pain had settled to a constant, low ache. The skin around her mouth was starting to feel strange. The tape had been stuck there for a while now.

Presently her tormentor returned, carrying a bag over one shoulder. She set it down on the ground. Its contents shifted.

"I brought some toys for us to play with," she said.

The girl upended the bag, emptying its contents onto the floor. Claire eyed the equipment apprehensively. Among the jumble of implements was some kind of harness: buckling leather bands joined together at the base of a ten-inch long protrusion, roughly the same shape and size as a cucumber. Its surface was black and smooth, with small bumps and ribs every so often. In addition to that device, there was a short leather strap with a red rubber ball set halfway along its length.

The girl had also brought a length of steel tube, terminated at either end with a hinged cuff. She fastened the first loop around Claire's ankle before undoing the manacle that held her to the frame, careful not to allow her any freedom of movement during the process. Following this, she clamped the second loop around Claire's opposing ankle. She grunted as her arms bore her entire weight, her feet now freed from the frame, locked four feet apart by the metal bar.

The girl worked the tip of her finger beneath the edge of the strip of tape covering Claire's mouth. Claire cringed, anticipating what was coming next, although no amount of forewarning could lessen the stinging sensation as the girl peeled it away, leaving reddened skin in its wake. Claire gasped, and the first lungful of air she took felt wonderful, having been gagged for so long.

"I think tape just looks a bit amateurish, you know?" the brown-haired girl explained. "So I thought we should try something different."

Claire took the opportunity to yell a few angry curse words at her, although she stopped and clenched her jaw tightly as the girl held the ball gag up to her mouth. Claire shook her head defiantly.
"Yes," her captor said.
Claire shook her head once more.

The girl ran her hand over Claire's bared torso, fluttering her fingertips across her ribs before tickling her at full force. Claire tried to restrain herself, but it was too much, and she let out shuddering laugh, tempered by frustration. The girl shoved the ball gag into her mouth, buckling the strap behind her head. Claire scowled at her, trying to push the gag out of her mouth with her tongue to no avail. Her lips worked restlessly around the rubber ball strapped into her mouth. A small drop of drool formed on her lower lip and drooped down onto her breasts, leaving a sticky trail.

"All right. Time to break you in."

Once more being careful to apply the new restraints before unfastening the others, the girl locked a handcuff around Claire's wrist. She fussed around with the other restraints, maneuvering her captive's limbs into position until Claire's wrists were bound in front of her. Finally freed from the metal frame, she stood, wobbling slightly due to the spread-legged posture she was forced to adopt.

The girl placed her hands on Claire's shoulders, slowly pushing her down to a kneeling position on the floor. Then she hooked her index finger around the chain that hung between Claire's pierced nipples, and she was forced to bend over forwards as the chain was pulled downards, the metal rings tugging against flesh that was still sore. Claire had to bring her wrists in front of her to rest on the ground and stop herself from toppling forwards.

Having pulled Claire into a flat kneeling position, her back horizontal, the girl took a padlock and hooked it through a conveniently-placed loop set into the floor. She took the chain in her hand, and secured it to the floor with the padlock. Claire's arms quivered as she held herself in that awkward position - any attempt to rise up caused the rings through her nipples to be tugged painfully.

She raised her head to look in front of her, and saw that the girl was donning the other piece of equipment. Straps cinched into place around her thighs. The smooth, black prosthesis stood proud on her crotch. She paced around behind Claire, who was suddenly feeling terribly exposed.

Claire's arms were already trembling as they awkwardly bore her weight. Unable to fully straighten them due to the chain binding her to the floor, she shifted about uncomfortably, finally having to settle for resting on her elbows with her butt raised in the air. She couldn't turn her head enough to get a good look behind her, but she knew the girl was there. Claire's thighs tensed as she felt the girl's finger brush in between her legs, across that sensitive area that was now completely exposed. The girl stroked back and forth, middle and index fingers either side of the cleft.

"We neeed a little lubrication. To make you more receptive for what's coming next," she explained. The girl paused to withdraw her fingers, bringing them close to Claire's face. She ran her fingertips along Claire's lip, who was powerless to stop herself drooling as she mouthed uncomfortably around her ball gag. The girl collected a liberal amount of the saliva on her fingers before returning to lavish her attentions on Claire's cunt. There was a soft squishing sound as she pressed her now-moistened fingers inside.

She slid her fingers around in little circles, occasionally hooking the tip of her index finger to run along the inner edges. Several times she paused to bring her hand up to her lips, extending her tongue to deposit more saliva, although she eventually opted for a more direct approach and bent down to draw her tongue over the entirety of Claire's moistening genitals with one long, broad lick. Claire could only moan in frustration as her thighs tingled - to feel pleasure from this, it was as if her own body was betraying her.

Eventually, the girl was satisfied with the preparations. Claire's labia was now pink and tender, and had become quite wet as its own juices were coaxed forth. The girl positioned herself carefully behind Claire, grasping her by the thighs and positioning her implement carefully. Claire gasped as she felt the blunt, rounded tip come to rest against her, poised and ready.

The waiting was maddening. The girl seemed to know this too, and simply remained motionless, allowing her to contemplate the feel the tip of the prosthesis against her bared pussy. The pair were silent. 

Claire produced a muffled squealing noise as the girl slammed her surrogate cock deep into her. She remained that way for some moments, leaving the entirety of its length buried within Claire, who had tensed completely, not wishing to move around the shape impaling her. It was withdrawn with a wet sound, and the girl drove it inwards once more, thrusting her hips forward and back as the bound girl lurched in time beneath her.

The onslaught continued as Claire whimpered incoherently. Her whines were punctuated with little slurping noises as she tried to keep drool from dribbling from her lips, mostly unsuccessfully. After one particularly deep thrust, she felt the girl leaning in, her chest flattened against Claire's back. She brought her face very close alongside Claire's, and spoke softly into her ear.

"Resist all you like. I will break you. Soon enough, you'll be my compliant little fuck-slave."

Claire responded in the negative, managing an "mm-mmph" while glowering at her captor. The girl laughed, withdrawing far enough from Claire's behind to give her a hard slap on the buttocks.

"Yes," she said, "you will. In time." Once more she brought her open palm down onto Claire's rear with a sharp sound, resting it there a moment as she dug into the soft flesh with her nails. The room filled with the percussive sounds of skin impacting skin, each strike followed a split-second later by a yelp from Claire. Her buttocks gradually assumed a pink hue.

In time, Claire's protests became less regular as her tears started to flow. Her body shook with her sobs, head now hanging limp between her straining shoulders in a defeated posture. Eventually she lost the energy to even manage that much, resting her head on the floor with her arms folded beneath her. As she sagged downwards it made her intimate parts just that little bit more exposed, and the girl ceased the spanking in favour of another round with the dildo, holding Claire in place whilst she drove the shaft home again and again.

To Claire, the ordeal had felt eternal. Towards the end she had simply lain with her eyes shut, trying to take her mind elsewhere but constantly being brought back to face reality with each stroke of the uncomfortably-wide tool being forced into her. In fact, she didn't immediately notice when the girl stopped. About a minute passed before she realised she was no longer being pounded by the girl and her implement, and she opened her eyes cautiously, blinking away the tears.

The other side of the room, she could see the brown-haired girl talking with a pair of attendants, the masked figures who generally appeared to manhandle Claire between locations. With some effort, she raised herself up on her elbows as one of them strode over to behind her. She felt the cuffs released from around her aching ankles, her skin finally freed from the cold, unyielding restraints. The girl stooped down beside her and removed the rings from the piercings, and the attendant scooped his forearms underneath Claire's armpits, hoisting her upright. He kept his arms locked there while she stood on trembling legs.

"These gentlemen are going to take you to get cleaned up," she explained. "I do hope it's not too long before our next session," she added. She reached behind Claire's neck and unfastened the ball gag, which Claire was very eager to be rid of. She shifted her aching jaw from side to side.

They left the handcuffs on. One of the attendants grabbed them by the linking chain and strode off through the door, dragging Claire with him while the other followed. Drained from her experience, she stumbled through bland corridors, the lino floor feeling disagreeable beneath her bare feet. They reached the cleaning room, and the attendant shoved her down onto a slatted, wooden bench before the pair of them donned long, black gloves and plastic aprons.

They manhandled her through the changing area into the wet room, all gleaming white tiles and stark, fluorescent lights, filled with the perpetual white-noise of extractor fans. One of them closed his massive hand around her wrists, holding her arms upright. The other uncoiled a length of metal-shod hose from the wall and pointed its showerhead nozzle at Claire. He twisted a valve, and she was doused in a torrent of icy water which caused her breath to catch in her throat. The water drilled against her skin as the attendant hosed her from head to toe, and then she was turned around so the process could be repeated on her back. By this point she was shivering violently, and continued to do so as the attendants scrubbed her vigorously with pink liquid soap and brushes with unyielding bristles that rasped against her skin with an incessant "scrtch-scrtch" sound.

The towels they used to dry her were clean, albeit quite stiff and scratchy. Both of them had taken one of the folded towels from a blue plastic bin and given her a thorough going-over, jostling her around as they rubbed her dry. They had even been so good as to remove the handcuffs for that part, which also allowed them to bundle her into a standard, one-piece set of red overalls. The freezing shower had left her sapped of any will or energy to try and resist. 

She was still half-dazed during the aftermath, stumbling along as they practically dragged her back to her cell. They hauled her inside the darkened room, the floor soft and padded beneath her feet. Having returned her, they departed. The door closed with a soft thump, followed by the solid metallic clunk of the locking mechanism.

The cells were never completely dark. In the dim, amber glow, Claire could make out the shape of her cell mate beneath a blanket in the corner. She stepped over to her and knelt down, lifting the blanket's edge and climbing under it to curl her body against the other girl's, who was already asleep. She smelled of the same soap the attendants had scrubbed Claire with previously.