Author: Hoop

Title: Incarceration Ch.7 

Part: Chapter 7

Summary: The other three girls are forced to watch a group of men have their way with Emma.

Keywords: FF, MF, bd, nc, sad, rape



The girls had been brought to a tiled room that was partitioned across the centre with a glass wall. Arranged facing the window were three chairs of heavy construction: thick metal cuffs were bolted to the arms, with another pair to accommodate the ankles of the person seated. There were other devices of indiscernible purpose on the stainless steel surface of a nearby table. Helen held one of the devices in her hand as she spoke, adjusting delicate wires and clips.

"I've prepared a quite arduous session," she said, "for one of you four. The interesting thing is, you get to choose who participates."

The girls glanced at each other, unsure of what to think.

"Well then," said Helen, "you have two minutes to make your decision." 

She went back to adjusting the devices. She was grinning, a little more enthusiastically than was sane.

Emma was the first to speak up.

"That's it? What actually happens to the one of us who's chosen?"

"That would spoil the surprise, 641."

"But that's bullshit! That's-"

Her arms were spread in an incredulous gesture. She took one step towards Helen, and felt the tip of one of the attendant's batons resting on her shoulder. She turned around to see the masked figure shaking his head. She crossed her arms.

"This is stupid," she said.

Emma looked at Zoe. "Perhaps you should volunteer, seeing as you're new. You've suffered less than the rest of us."

"I haven't!", she protested. "What do you call what happened yesterday?"

"It didn't hurt you though, did it, Zoe? As I recall you ended up quite enjoying it."

"That's not the point. It doesn't count if you don't want it to happen to you."

Emma smirked at Zoe's failure to refute her point specifically.

 

"I think Zoe needs to catch up with the rest of us," she said. "It's only right she gets her fair share too, wouldn't you agree? Claire? Laura?"

Claire looked as if she was trying to be somewhere else. She was staring at the floor, careful not to engage. Laura, however, was more outspoken.

"If we're talking about who's gone through what, Emma, all you've had to 'endure' is Claire being forced to eat you out. While she was being electrocuted. You don't seem particularly remorseful about what we had to do yesterday, either."

Laura steped closer to Emma.

"In fact, perhaps if you participated in this, you'd be better able to empathise with us, and less eager to volunteer the newest, most frightened of us for some unknown torture." 

"Well what about you?" said Emma. "If you're so concerned with everyone's wellbeing, why don't you do it, then?"

"Tell them." Laura grabbed Claire's hand to get her attention. "Tell them, Claire, what happened this morning."

Claire would not make eye contact with any of the others.

"They... they made me pee on her," she mumbled. "It wasn't my fault!" she added.

"So there we go, Emma. Claire's been electrocuted, force-fed, and violated by that same fucking chair that I have. Zoe's been tazed unconscious before you and I held her down and practically raped her, and I got to start the day with Claire pissing all over my face. So on the balance of things," she finished, "it sounds like you're up, Emma."

Emma's face dropped. She looked for support, and found none in Zoe, who was giving her a cold look. Claire wasn't looking at anyone.

"Fuck you, Laura." She spat the words out.

"Maybe if you were less eager to volunteer someone else..."

"I was trying to make it even! She's newest! She's had the least done to her!"

"Same goes for you."

"But-"

"That's two minutes," said Helen. "And it sounds like you've made a decision." She gestured an attendant, who stepped forward and placed a hand on Emma's shoulder.

"Wait!" she said, "We didn't properly decide! We-"

The other girls could clearly hear the crackling electrical discharge as the attendant prodded Emma in the ribs. He grabbed her wrist, and started dragging her out of the room.

"No!" she thrashed her legs around. "NO! I won't go!"

Another jab from the shock baton.

Her screams were quieter once the door had closed behind her.

Zoe's arms were crossed tightly as she hugged herself. Laura shivered once.

"Well that was interesting," said Helen. "It's quite fascinating really, seeing the sort of dynamics that can develop in something like this."

"You're sick, Helen."

"Maybe," she said. "Maybe... still, I bet you're curious, aren't you? As to what you've just signed her up for?"

"Couldn't care less," said Laura.

"Oh, come now. You don't mean that."

"I don't want to play these stupid fucking games!"

Helen stepped very close to Laura. It looked as if she was trying to be intimidating. With Laura standing six inches taller than her, her attempt was largely ineffective.

"It's not a game," she said. "And it's not stupid."

She turned to the two remaining attendants.

"Make them comfortable," she said.

Zoe was the hardest for them to subdue. She put up a spirited effort, landing several completely ineffective blows on one of the attendants before they forced her down into the chair and fastened the manacles around her wrists. Her ankles were clamped into place, and her knees were seperated about two feet apart, held in place with leather straps. A thick metal collar held her head largely immobile.

Laura had been uncooperative, obliging them to shift her around like so much dead weight. She knew they would overpower her, and had decided to save her energy. For Claire, all it took was for Helen to hold her hand and gently encourage her towards the chair. She sat down by herself, and obediently waited for the attendants to fasten her restraints. Zoe looked appalled at her lack of struggling.

Helen had picked up a black box and placed it on the floor. Its surface bore an array of electrical connection sockets. She returned to the table, gathering up a handful of small, plastic shapes which had long tails of wire. She plugged them in to the box, and then stood up with the objects in her hand. She produced a roll of tape from her pocket.

"Little vibrators," she explained. "Nothing momentous, but they should make you feel reasonably good."

Helen unzipped Laura's jumpsuit down to the waist. She held one of the grape-sized shapes against Laura's nipple, and secured it in place with two strips of tape. Her other nipple followed. Finally, she reached down inside her suit to tape a third device nestling against her clitoris. She knelt to flip a switch on the control box, and the pellets emitted a barely-audible buzz. 

"Like I say," said Helen, "perhaps they don't feel incredible now... but over time, that tickling feeling tends to become far more pleasurable."

She attached devices to the remaining two girls. Zoe wiggled around, trying to dislodge the small object that buzzed insistently against her intimate parts. The tape held it firmly in place.

Helen picked up one of the devices she had been adjusting before. It was a small clip formed from bent wire, with a delicate spring mechanism attached to the hinge. 

"I won't patronise you by explaning," she said. "You will have realised that whatever happens to Emma is going to happen the other side of the glass, for you all to see. But it's important that you don't miss the show."

She placed fingers above and below Laura's eye, and pulled it open. 

"Hold still," she said.

Laura was desperately trying to close her eyes as Helen brought the clip towards her. The cool metal slid beneath her eyelid, first at the top, then at the bottom. Her eye strained as it darted around, trying to escape the intrusion. Then, with a small clicking sound, the clip was locked into place. Laura could already feel her eye stinging from the inability to blink. Helen placed a drop of liquid in her eye from a pipette, which went some way towards soothing the irritation. The other clip was attached, and Laura was forced to regard the room beyond the glass partition with a constant, wide-eyed stare. 

Zoe was protesting from alongside her.

"Helen! You can't do that, you'll end up blinding someone!"

"The Ludovico technique worked fine for Alex," she said. "Although I'm doing it in reverse here, I suppose."

She placed her hand against Zoe's crotch. "Because the idea here," she rubbed her thumb against the vibrator, pushing it inwards, "is that you'll end up enjoying what you see."

Zoe scrunched her eyes shut.

"Oh, Zoe, why must you make things difficult? The longer we take here, the longer before I can see to Laura. I imagine it would get quite painful, without eye-drops, and without being able to blink."

Zoe's eyes remained firmly shut. Laura made uneasy noises as her eyes started to sting. Eventually, she snapped.

"Fuck, Zoe! Just let her do it! OW!" 

Laura was forced to endure as Helen slowly applied the clips to Zoe's eyelids. By the time she recieved more drops of the fluid, her eyes were starting to turn bloodshot. 

Claire was the last. After that, Helen took up a routine of pacing between the chairs, attending to each girl in turn. They stared into the room beyond the glass wall, waiting. Each of them was becoming restless as the vibrators continued to buzz. Helen smiled as she pulled the material of Laura's suit away to reveal a moist patch on her panties.

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Being nude and blindfolded wasn't helping Emma's anxiety about what was coming next. They had strapped a metal ring into her mouth to force it open, and she was feeling more and more worried about what might end up inside. She stumbled along, jostled on either side by unseen bodies, before feeling the texture of the floor change beneath her bare feet. She was walking on tiles.

She stood still. The others who were shoving her seemed to have disappeared. She tilted her head back, trying to peek out from under her blindfold, but the fit was snug, with no light getting through at all. She experimentally tried to lift her hands to her face, but the cuffs around her wrists jerked to a stop as her ankle restraints were tugged upwards. Chains jingled.

She heard the sound of a zipper being undone, somewhere over to her left. She backed off, and bumped into the wall. A hand grabbed her on the shoulder. How many people were in this room with her, anyway?

Another hand on the other shoulder. She could feel that they touched her through the smooth barrier layer of some kind of glove. They pressed down insistently, and she was forced to her knees. The hands lifted, and then she felt them either side of her face, holding her head in place.

The zipper she had heard suddenly took on a particular significance. She pressed her tongue up against her ring gag from the inside, trying desperately to dislodge it, but it held firmly in place. Her mouth gaped open. She heard faint sounds of movement from somewhere in front of her, and then her tongue was pressed down by the mass that was pushed into her mouth.

She held on to the desperate hope that it was just somebody's finger. Then it kept pushing in, and the warm, smooth surface slid against her tongue. The flavour assailed her tastebuds - a trace of salty, mucuous liquid borne from its tip. She was forced to accept the reality of the situation.

Emma tried to pull her head back, away from the penis that was now prodding at the back of her throat, but the hands held her in place. She felt the organ withdrawn, and shoved back in. Wiry hair brushed against her nose. Her assailant pulled out and rammed home once more, and she retched as it reached the back of her mouth. It slid over her tongue, lubricated by her saliva. 

She tried to make it as uncomfortable as possible for the intruder, pushing her tongue hard against the underside of his penis and crushing it against the roof of her mouth.

There was a swishing noise, and then a crack as something impacted against the sole of Emma's foot. The pain came a moment later, a burning line scored across the skin where the cane had impacted. Her cries of pain were muffled by the engorged penis in her mouth. It was shoved in further, and its owner held it there while she gagged, a fistful of her hair gathered in his gloved hand. Another swish, and a searing line was struck across her other sole.

She was more compliant after that. A few more thrusts, and then the cock was removed from her mouth. She gasped breathlessly. A mixture of spittle and precum trickled from her lips. She was not even able to spit; her mouth remained tainted by that foul taste. A few seconds' respite and the assailant shoved his cock back in, fucking her mouth in a relentless rhythm that had her gasping and choking for air. She started to rub the underside of the organ with her tongue - it was clear what her eventual fate was here, and the sooner the man finished, and his penis returned to a flaccid, unuseable state, the better.

Her garbled moans continued for minutes more as she fellated the organ. Eventually she felt it twitch and tense, and she cringed in anticipation of the act's conclusion. It quivered inside her mouth. She felt a stream of warm, thick fluid surge against the back of her throat.

The cock was withdrawn. She drooped forward, but then found her head forced backwards as a hand grabbed her by the chin. She was made to face upwards, having had no opportunity to expel the ejaculate from her mouth. It slid towards the back of her throat. As it touched her throat, she felt herself start to choke.

Swallowing was difficult with her mouth propped open, but it was the only solution. She disgusted herself with the wet noises that came from her throat as she was forced to gulp down the warm mess, in order to avoid suffocating on it instead. A hand rubbed at her throat. Soon, it had all made its way inside her.

Her blindfold was pulled off suddenly, and she squinted, taking a moment to adjust to the light. She found herself kneeling in the middle of a circle of five attendants, their featureless masks gazing down at her. Beyond them she could see a window that divided the room in two. Claire, Laura and Zoe were seated the other side of it, squirming against metal bands that held them down into their chairs. They apparently had no choice but to spectate, with their eyes forced open by metal clips. It was also evident that the girls were being stimulated by the small objects taped to their nipples and genitals, each of them trailing wires to a control box.

Emma's attention snapped back to the attendants as she felt a booted foot rest against her collarbone. The man pushed, and, with her hands still bound, she was unable to prevent herself from falling over backwards. They grabbed at her legs, pulling them out straight. Her hands came to rest at the small of her back, pulled by the linking chain.

They parted her legs, slowly. A pair of attendants took one foot each, and spread her wide open while a third unzipped his trousers. He knelt before her, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it a few times to bring himself to a state of readiness. Emma's tummy muscles strained with the effort as she tried to sit, and she soon found herself lying face-up as another of the men placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the floor. There was a cold, moist feeling on the surface of her genitals as one of them applied a blob of lubricant.

She felt the man enter her. He slid up inside, and she gave a moan out of sheer, frustrated helplessness. The blank masks continued to stare down at her silently, and she decided she would be better off closing her eyes. Emma wished she could likewise nullify the regular, wet sound of the attendant's violation. Her buttocks shifted against the floor as he thrust into her with greater and greater vigour.

Emma sighed as the man let out a grunt, and she felt a surge of warmth inside her. She grimaced in disgust. To her dismay, the spent attendant quickly stood and swapped places with another, who knelt down in the same position. His cock was already hard when he produced it from his trousers, and a fresh onslaught commenced as he started to fuck her with a renewed energy. This one's cock was larger in comparison to the modest girth of his predecessor, and Emma felt herself start to ache as she strained to accommodate him. He was fucking her more deeply, and she could feel her body responding to the stimulation.

By the time the third attendant had started his work, Emma was having to make a conscious effort to hold herself from climax. She hated her body's blind response to the simple, physical stimulus, but the feeling continued to well up inside, whether she wanted it to or not. Halfway through the fourth attendant she admitted defeat, and let out several breathless moans as the long-delayed orgasm finally suffused her body. Animal pleasure combined with psychological disgust. Her warm, post-climax glow was tainted by the circumstances under which it had been brought about. The remaining time until the fourth attendant finished was particularly uncomfortable, due to her increased sensitivity. 

They set about cleaning her almost immediately after the fourth had finished. A pair of them stood her upright, whilst another held a handful of paper towels between her legs as the messy remnants drained out of her. They cleaned her reddened genitals with moist, disposeable wipes. They removed her ring gag, and she closed her aching mouth, finally having the opportunity to spit onto the floor. The taste, however, still lingered.

Her feet stung as they guided her out of the room. The cane marks had swelled into bright red lines, making each step painful. She looked over her shoulder on the way out, and saw that the other girls were also being released from their bonds.

She wasn't sure how she felt about seeing them again.