A Packaged Holiday
by R.G. Bargy
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Copyright © 2011 R.G. Bargy
Published by Burping Frog Publishing
Detroit, Michigan
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The crate was delivered outside her front door. It looked innocent enough. There were the usual markings: warning about fragile and arrows to indicate which way up it should be. It was perched on one of the short ends with the door facing her. As she circled it she saw in big letters on the bottom.
“Help I am upside down!”
It brought a smile to her face. She had once seen that on the bottom of a box carrying a sewing machine. She hoped that the carriers took notice of such things. There were also holes drilled periodically all over. Were all these markings for real or were they just for her benefit? It seemed outrageous to think that a normal commercial courier would transport such a cargo? Perhaps they do not need to know the exact contents? She pulled off the envelope with her name on it to reveal the return address: Black Acre Castle, in Cumbria. She vaguely wondered if it really was a castle. Cumbria was over eight hours drive. She would not have enjoyed driving herself there. It remained to be seen how she coped with the designated transport.
Josie went back in doors leaving the crate incongruously on her door step. There was no way she could move it, besides it was to be collected again in a few hours time. It would be an overnight delivery.
Josie opened the envelope. It contained the final travelling instructions. She read it twice to make sure she fully understood them. She immediately threaded a house key onto a chain and put it around her neck. That seemed to be the most important measure for now. She then made herself a light meal.
She had sunk most of her savings to pay for this adventure holiday. She had researched the company carefully, even contacting several satisfied customers. She had discussed it on the chat forum and everything seemed to check out OK. By all accounts she was in for the time of her life. With just a few hours to go she could hardly contain her excitement. Rosemary thought she was mad, but then again Rosemary was engaged to be married. Josie had no current male interest, in fact the only sexual companion she had was her trusty vibrator. There was only so much you could do on your own. She could spice things up with self bondage but she was not prepared to invest in expensive toys, besides there may come a time when such things were not necessary. The brochure promised minimal human contact, and what there was would be anonymous. There would be no cocks or semen to cope with just the impersonal caress of machines, but what machines! She could only imagine what it was like to be pounded mercilessly by a mechanical dildo or shocked into submission by electrodes. She would be subject to water tortures in the knowledge that it was being meticulously monitored for her safety. She had even opted to try a prolonged mummification. Such things were beyond her normal capabilities. Such things she had watched on the Internet in wonder. These things she would now experience for herself. There would be no safe word and no remission. Her vital signs would be continually monitored. Unless her body failed her she must endure. She had undergone a vigorous health and fitness test before her booking had been accepted. They now knew her body better than she did. Her knowledge would increase as the week progressed.
The evening dragged slowly by. Josie emptied her bladder and her bowels. There were no comfort breaks in this mode of transport.
The clock showed nine forty-five. Josie removed all her clothes. She was not accustomed to moving around her own house naked let alone venturing outside! With a touch of vanity she examined herself in the full length mirror of her bedroom. Her body was not exactly hour glass shape but neither was it overweight. She exercised regularly and had firm muscles. Her chest was flat with only the slightest signs of breasts but her nipples were large and naturally erect. Her black hair was neither long nor short with a gentle wave. She wore light make up to emphasise her eyelashes and complexion. She was only five feet one inch tall; the inch being very important to her. She was strictly speaking a virgin although her hymen had been pierced by other objects many years ago.
It was only a small distance between her front door and the unusual sanctuary of the crate. She had not even examined the accommodation. She checked again that the key was in place dangling from her neck. She would need it to re-enter her home when the holiday finished.
She took a deep breath and opened her front door. The crate was before her. A glance around proved that no one was within her eyesight. There was a short path from her door to the open gate and the road beyond. It was a quiet residential area. She knew her neighbours and had told them she was going away. She had not bothered them with boring details.
She tapped her date of birth into the small number pad and there was a feint click. She opened the door which was deceptively heavy. The delivery man had been very accurate with his placement. She was confronted with a padded silk lined interior that was lightly indented to a human shape. There was a belt dangling in two parts where her waist would be. Two padded metal cuffs were at the ankle and two more positioned to the sides where her wrists would hang. It was clearly tailor made to fit her.
Josie closed her front door, checked it was locked and turned swiftly so that her back was in the crate. She placed her ankles individually against the cuffs which shut onto them. There was no obvious method of release. She was already committed. She fastened the belt around her waist, then pulled the door towards her. She had not examined it and was a little disconcerted to see what amounted to a face mask heading towards her. She could not avoid it. She opened her mouth. The instructions had warned of a tube going into her throat, she should have guessed that it would be surrounded by a mouth filling gag. They would not want careless squeals to be heard by the carriers. One of the options had been to be put to sleep for the journey but Josie had declined. She wanted the full experience of being transported, naked, restrained and anonymous. The tube would, no doubt, have carried the knock out gas but instead she breathed in oxygenated air.
It occurred to her that she could have been walking into a trap. All the recommendations could have been false, but her payments would be traceable and her friends knew where she had supposedly gone. She dismissed her fears.
A recorded message played through two small speakers:
“Welcome to Black Acre Adventures we trust that you will enjoy your time with us. For your own safety please make sure you are fully secured.”
Josie let her arms drop to her sides allowing the bracelets to encircle her wrists. There was definitely no turning back now. The message continued:
“May we remind you that the button near your right hand switches on or off the music and the one near your left hand will release a small sedative if you find yourself feeling anxious. Please be assured that your entry has activated a tracking signal and the carriers have confirmed collection. Have a safe journey.”
Josie noted that they stopped short of wishing her “an enjoyable journey”. She might enjoy it, she might not. Only time would tell.
It was pitch black. Josie could see nothing. She was aware of the padding all around her. Although she had never been in such an enclosed space she felt remarkably calm, even secure. With the belt, the cuffs and the face mask she was effectively restrained. She could move her fingers and swivel her feet but both movements were pointless unless she wanted some music perhaps? For now she stood in silence. She must wait.
She did not hear the truck pull up. The first she knew was when the crate suddenly tipped backwards. She let out an involuntary cry that was stifled by the wadding in her mouth. The precautions had been necessary.
The collection person or people, she could not tell how many were handling the crate, were not gentle. Perhaps they really were unaware of the cargo they were carrying? She was jolted back upright and then had the sensation of going up, as in a lift. Then the crate was manoeuvred against the side of the truck and probably secured. She found the twisting motion a little unnerving. She hoped that the crate would not fall over. There was a feint roar as the engine started and then an almost comforting vibration as they travelled. She tried to identify any turns or stops but soon gave up. She must trust that the journey would go according to plan.
Boredom soon set in. She had nothing to see, nothing to hear and nothing to do. She tried the music. It was mindless so called “relaxing” music. She would have preferred some tunes she could identify and follow. Maybe she slept? To be honest she was not certain.
She became aware that the vehicle had stopped and that she was being moved. Surely they had not arrived already? She identified the downward movement then a short distance then the crate was put on its back. This was a little more unnerving. She was sure she was moving but she could not identify the method. Suddenly the crate tipped so that her head was definitely lower than the rest of her then it was manhandle upright and secured. She must have been transferred to another, presumably bigger truck. That must have been some sort of conveyor belt? The roar was less distinct this time and the vibrations fainter.
She was sure the truck stopped once for a prolonged period. Probably a comfort break for the driver. The time dragged on. Her mouth was dry from the packing and the passage of air but there was no means to moisten it.
After what seemed like a lifetime she felt the crate being moved again. Presumably she was being transferred to the local delivery truck. There was a prolonged period when she was left flat on her back before it was again stood up and the now familiar sensations of going up and being edged to the wall were repeated.
The final leg was much longer than she had expected but eventually she was aware of the crate being unloaded again. She found herself on her back again being wheeled on a trolley, she guessed. Then after some left and right turns she was totally confused and gave up. The box was stood up again. As she heard the click of the lock she suddenly remembered that she was naked!
The light was blinding, she could not focus. Before she knew it a blindfold had been placed over her head. Perhaps it was for her comfort? More likely it was to protect the identity of her captors. She did not want to know them.
She opened her mouth and it was filled. With no vision she could not anticipate what was going to happen to her. There was a sharp prick near her throat followed by some tape being pressed down. She had been told to expect this. It was her health monitor. If there was one thing she was afraid of it was needles and medical procedures. If she had a lapse of self control the gag camouflaged it. She was already regretting including a visit to the medical centre on her agenda, but it was now too late for second thoughts. She was here. She was under their control. She would either enjoy or endure the coming week and to a greater or lesser extent that was the whole point. She was on a voyage of discovery to find out what she did or did not enjoy.
Her manacles were released, then her wrists were locked in front of her with what she assumed were handcuffs. They were definitely metal. Pulling at them seemed pointless. The handlers were firm but not rough. No word was spoken. She allowed them to lead her through unseen corridors until there was the sound of a key in a big lock. She was encouraged inside and the handcuffs removed. She stood still. The door was closed and locked behind her. She waited just to make sure that she was alone then removed the blindfold. Blinking in the unshaded light, she glanced around to confirm that she was alone, and removed the gag. She could not decide what to do with the offending items and let them dangle in her left hand.
It was clearly supposed to be a cell but if you overlooked the flagstone floor, bare bulbs and barred windows, it could be a hotel room. It was big and airy. In one corner were the shower, basin and conventional toilet. Opposite was the bed area with a large iron bed, bedside cabinet complete with lamp, and even a fur rug. There may have been some things dangling from the four posts but she would investigate later. Of greater interest was the slightly incongruous table, with a white linen cloth, laid for breakfast. The crockery was hotelware, with matching teapot, cream jug and sugar bowl. She dropped the gag and blindfold on the table for now and sat down on the upholstered chair, poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it with pleasure. She chose her cereal and coated it in milk. This was almost civilised!
She did not rush her breakfast. She was ravenous but it was clearly not going to be removed until she had finished. There was an information pack next to her placing which she read carefully. There was an itinerary, which she would go over more carefully later, some general information about the castle, its history and the background to the Company. There was a fire drill notice which, she noted, was repeated on the back of the door. She looked for the complimentary gown which was hanging near the bed. Some flip-flops on the floor beneath it. On the other walls were displayed various BDSM paraphernalia that she guessed were not just decorations. There were a couple of free hooks which would accommodate the items on the table. For now she continued her breakfast. She buttered some toast and chose some rough cut marmalade from the selection provided. She was just finishing her second cup of tea when the alarm bell started up. Immediately she heard the lock on her door click and the door open slightly. She glanced down at the instructions again and walked purposefully over to the gown and footwear.
The escape route was clearly marked. There were several other guests in similar attire either in front or behind her. They ended up in an open courtyard with big grand iron gates on one side and the building covering the other three sides. Her name was checked by a person who would not have looked out of place at a five star hotel.
Eventually the person announced that the drill had been successful and everyone was to return to their rooms. Josie counted twenty-four other guests, some male and some female. There were clearly some couples and several loners like herself. No one attempted to speak to her and she was not interested in making their acquaintances either. She retraced her steps and closed the door. It clicked satisfyingly behind her. She glanced around her room again looking for some specific markings. They were to the left of the door: a pair of hand prints and two footprints on the floor below them. She placed her hands on the wall and adjusted her feet. Her balance would be forced onto her hands just enough to keep her steady. She stood back up and strolled back to the table. The breakfast things were still there but she was not hungry any more. The tea pot was cold. There were facilities for making tea near her bed. There was also a large flat screen TV on the wall which would be easily viewable from the bed. She walked over to the bed and confirmed her suspicions. Yes, there were four manacles dangling from the bedposts. The information pack had stated that night time bondage was optional. If you wished to indulge you would be released by the maid in the morning but you were free to sleep as you wished. Josie had no interest in night time bondage. The bed looked quite comfy. The coverings were as requested: a light duvet. She definitely would not be using the manacles. She would spend much of the day restrained in one way or another without sleeping in bondage as well. She removed the key from around her neck and put it in the bedside drawer. It would be perfectly safe until she needed it again.
She returned to the table and checked the schedule. She glanced at the clock. There was barely time to use the loo before her first session. She discarded her coat and shoes leaving them in the middle of the floor. She had no idea whether such untidiness would be frowned upon.
She managed to empty her bladder and her bowels again, cleaned herself up and then walked purposefully towards the door and to the left. Right on cue, as if she had instigated it, a loud buzzer sounded and a rotating red light flashed over the door. She took up her position and waited.
Japanese Rope Bondage
Josie focused on a spot of the wall between her hands. She was aware of the door unlocking and someone entering. She did not move her gaze or adjust her stance. A black cloth bag came over her head. It was a simple form of disorientation. Josie did not flinch. She felt something click on her right wrist and in a fluid motion her hands were brought behind her and cuffed. It was a classic American Cop manoeuvre. She would have gone without resistance even if her hands were not cuffed, but it was all part of the service.
She was led through winding corridors. Sometimes there was carpet, sometimes bare stone. She could not see through the bag to identify what might be on the walls or ceilings. They went through what seemed like a bamboo door screen. The covering on the floor was of a similar nature. Her escort stopped and undid her handcuffs but did not remove the bag. Josie allowed her arms to fall to her sides limp.
Someone approached. She could not tell if it was male or female. For her own reference she decided on male until proved otherwise.
She was carefully examined. He felt her muscle tone. He pinched the skin of her tummy. He spent what seemed like an inordinate length of time examining her nipples. He took hold of her wrists gently but firmly and encouraged her hands behind her head. Josie interlocked her fingers and stood like a small child being punished. There was a pause while he left her, then the feel of a coarse rope brushing her chest.
He was in no hurry, in fact he was very careful and precise. Each placement of rope was adjusted meticulously. The ropes hugged her chest and squeezed what little breasts she had. Her arms were encouraged down and folded behind her at right angles to her back. She felt ropes around her wrists. They were held tight. Her arms were next. Each rope placed as carefully as before and cinched to perfection. There appeared to be a substantial amount of rope between her shoulder blades. Each new restriction was secured back to this one point. She now could not have moved her arms even if she wanted to. Suddenly there was a slight pulling upwards of her body.
A rope was taken around her waist there was a small delay then it was pulled between her legs. Josie identified two knots, one opening her vagina and the other at her anus right at the base of the spine. She shivered involuntarily.
Her ankles were grabbed and brought together. She felt off balance but realised that her upper body was now supported from above. Her ankles were tied together, side by side. It was a position she was used to. When she indulged in self bondage she always tied her ankles this way. She was not surprised when the process was repeated below her knees and at her thighs. The person bent down behind her knotted a rope behind her heels then stood up.
Suddenly she was flying. Her feet were pulled off the floor and she was in mid air. There was no undue pressure on any part of her body. The ropes were firm and hugging but her weight was clearly spread evenly giving her the sensation that she was floating. Now she was rotated several times in a flat turn parallel to where she assumed the ground was. She was let go and allowed to rotate back and forth. It was a strange sensation, not unpleasant but she had never felt anything like it before.
She was left alone. She could not tell for how long. She could not affect the ropes that bound her in any way and any movement just caused her body to wobble in its harness. With out warning the bag was removed from her head. She blinked to adjust to the light. She could just make out some bamboo screens and the mats that covered the floor. She could not see her captor.
She became aware of a presence to her left. She resisted the temptation to try and look. A leather harness was placed over her head with straps that went over her cheeks and ending in a ball gag. It was pointless to try and resist so she accepted the gag. She felt the harness being buckled behind her then her head was pulled backwards as a rope from it was connected to the mass of ropes at her back.
Again she was twisted then left alone to swing out of control. The new restriction made things less comfortable and more disorientating, like some sort of crazy fairground ride. She squirmed but there was no movement available to her.
The tether rope from her harness was released again and her feet lowered. She could just about touch the floor with her toes but her weight was still basically supported from above. Her thighs, knees and ankles were unbound but before she could react one leg was lassoed and drawn up and away from her. She found herself almost standing on one leg and feeling very vacant. Her right leg dangled in mid air its thigh suspended from the ceiling. Her left toes could just about touch the floor.
A mask appeared in front of her. She could still not identify her tormentor. ‘He’ wore a kimono in keeping with the Japanese theme. His hands held something she could identify but had never seen close up before. She wanted to avoid them but all she could do was teeter on her toes. The first clamp closed inexorably on her left nipple.
Josie had contemplated nipple torture many times but her courage had failed her. She knew her nipples were both firm but sensitive. The pressure seemed slight. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was less nervous of the second clamp. She watched him turn away. He now held what looked like brass balls with hooks on. She watched in horror as he hooked first one then two onto each clamp.
The pain was like nothing she had every experienced. She cried out but the gag took everything away. She tried to pull her arms but there was no movement. Her eyes watered. She gasped. Her tormentor just stood and jiggled the balls a bit. He withdrew. Josie closed her eyes to the pain. It slowly dulled down to a burning ache.
She opened her eyes to see the mask approaching. He held something else. At first she could not identify it. It was big, black and looked like a large microphone. There was even a wire running from it.
Josie really was not interested in sex at that moment. Her arms were beginning to ache. Her toes in her left foot were almost cramping. Her tits were on fire. She was tired from a night without sleep. She mewed something unintelligible. Her tormentor ignored her.
At first it just irritated but slowly her body succumbed. He knew just where to place the damned thing. The knots inside and at her bum vibrated. Her leg started to shake. She wanted to double up. Now he started buggering about! Instead of keeping it still and letting her cum he kept removing it! She started trying to say something else, some sort of encouragement but her words were meaningless noises.
As the feelings welled up inside her she knew that nothing would prevent her orgasm. At that very moment his other hand grabbed two of the balls dangling from her nipples and pulled. It was as if her body exploded from the inside out. She was not sure if it was pain or heat. All she knew was that it was the most satisfying and mind blowing climax she had ever known.
Once she came he removed the vibrator and lowered her leg allowing her to close it to its partner and offering her some respite. He even let her down slightly and allowed her to stand on the soles of her feet. She was gasping through the gag. He removed the nipple clamps and her tits complained but she was past caring. She had a warm afterglow in her groin. Perhaps she would be allowed to sleep now?
He was fiddling around at her ankles. At first she thought it was a half hearted binding but it would seem that nothing this ‘man’ did was half hearted. The ropes around each ankle were tight and snug, he had just made allowed them to be apart by a few inches with a carefully woven link as thick and strong as a piece of wood. He was behind her now lowering her back so that all her weight was now on her feet. With her ankles a few inches apart she was able to stand securely. He released the ropes that had supported her but her body and arms were still tightly encased in ropes. He pressed down on her body and gave her knees a not so gentle push with his foot. She collapsed and only his strength prevented her from crashing to the floor. It must be a man she concluded, as she was gently but firmly lowered to the ground then forced to sit with him behind her. His hands wandered over the front of her body brushing her still sensitive nipples. Being molested was not in her schedule, so she thought, but she was not in a position to argue.
Still behind her he unbuckled the bridal, for want of a better term. She flexed her mouth to find it being filled with fingers. She was tempted to bite but with her body at his mercy it seemed prudent not to. He grabbed her tongue between finger and thumb and held it. His other hand came round and something else gripped her tongue. It appeared to be two pieces of bamboo. It was strange and not very comfortable. Two fingers invaded her nostrils then some sort of hook replaced them her nose pas pulled by a chord to the hook. Again it was uncomfortable and strange. He slid out from behind her allowing her to lie on the floor. Her face was uncomfortable her tongue wildly trying to free itself but finding no means to do so. She lost track of her tormentor until something hot touched her left breast. It stung for a moment then itched. She looked up wildly to see him dripping hot wax onto her. She could neither anticipate nor avoid its burning touches. She rolled back and forth but it was futile. It was not as if it was particularly painful but what was the point of it?
She was now splattered in wax. It made her itch. She wanted to remove it but clearly was unable to. Her tongue ached and her nose was very uncomfortable. She squirmed in her bonds feeling very sorry for herself. The onslaught had stopped. What on earth would he do next?
She was rolled onto her chest. It was unceremonious. The something touched the small of her back. It stung but not like the wax. It was cold, very cold, ice? The cube, well piece of ice, was traced around her back, down her legs even inside her thighs. Again there was no escape. She could squirm as much as she wished but with no way to see behind her and precious little movement it was all pointless. She shivered uncontrollably.
Then the torment stopped. The nose clip was removed and her tongue freed. They were immediately replaced by a hood, but this was not a glorified bag, this was made of leather and buckled into place. There was and integral gag that she had no choice but to accept. She had no vision but there were holes through which she could breath and nothing dampening her hearing other than the hood itself. She was unbound, perhaps the session had finished? Then why the leather hood?
Sure enough she was rolled onto her back and her limbs lashed to some sort of frame. She guessed it would be made of bamboo in keeping with the Japanese theme. It mattered little; she was spread-eagled and helpless. That was all she knew.
She was now flying again but this was not so pleasant. She was hanging by her limbs with no other support. She was vertical not horizontal. She could be two inches or ten feet off the ground, there was no way to tell.
The hands that now touched her were different. The touch was lighter and less precise. The dried wax was being carefully scraped and peeled away from her skin. It was a slow process. If anything her skin itched even more and she had no way to scratch it. The touch on her breasts was light and measured. She was grateful for the care and consideration but could not voice it.
The hands returned. There was moisture: oil maybe? Her body was covered and moistened from the ropes at each wrist right down to her ankles and even her feet. In its own way it was both a torture and a pleasuring. Again it was slow and laborious. The hands were in no hurry. They dallied around her breasts and her nipples were touched and squeezed. It was not erotic, more curiosity. The oil reached her belly and she giggled. Touching her tummy lightly always produced that reaction. The hands stopped for a moment as if unsure then pressed a little harder to try and avoid the reaction. Touching the insides of her thighs made her shiver but no attempt was made to enter her vagina. Josie was not sure if she was pleased or disappointed?
The oiling finished she was left to dry, or at leas that was what it felt like. She could not sense any one near and the sounds she could hear were indistinct. Someone approached. She could hear their feet on the rush mats. They knelt down. There was a damp invasion of her most personal area. A tongue? That was not mechanical? She had stated no intercourse! Her anger was interrupted by a sting to her buttock. Was that a whip? Yes, she had ticked that box but she had expected whipping in the dungeon not here. It hurt. It hurt quite a lot but the pain was superseded by another on her back. She was being whipped! But she was also being licked inside. She could not decide what to focus on. The stings were random: on the buttock, on the waist, high or low. She had already lost count of how many. She was getting very warm. It might be the hood, it might be the whipping, or it might be cunnilingus. She had almost forgotten the tongue that was flicking and rubbing inside her.
The orgasm snuck up on her. She bucked in her bonds and screamed into the hood. Surely they must have noticed? Neither stopped what they were doing. She was being encouraged over again and her back, even the backs of her legs were warm and tingling.
Another climax. They must stop! She tried to shout but the hood was too fierce. She could not process all the sensations her body was being subject to. She was shaking she was overheating, she was gasping for air... She blacked out.
It was probably no more than a minute but Josie could not be certain. The hood was gone. She could breathe easily. She could even speak but there was nothing left to say. Her back, buttock and legs still tingled and her arms and legs ached from pulling and taking her weight. She blinked to adjust her vision and her eyes landed on a kneeling figure. She was not oriental. She was probably in her early twenties. Her upper body was bound in ropes much as Josie’s had been earlier. Another guest perhaps?
Josie had specified no intercourse and no exchange of fluids. Strictly speaking neither had occurred. The hood had ensured anonymity. The girl immediately lowered her head to avoid eye contact. Josie doubted whether she could pick the bound woman out in a police line up. What was done, was done. She could possibly complain but why should she really? The destination had been out of this world. May be the journey had not been completely to her tastes? But this was a holiday of new experiences. This mixture of pleasure and pain was completely new to her. It would be hard to duplicate it. Josie was not one hundred percent sure whether she wanted to try to or not, but she was glad to have experienced it.
Having ensured that Josie was still alive and breathing her head was covered again, but this time it was the original cloth bag. She was released from the frame and her wrists secured behind her again. She was escorted back to her room. Once safely inside the cuffs and the hood were removed, the escort disappearing before Josie could identify them. In truth she was not interested. The door closed with its satisfying click and she was alone again. The table was set for lunch but for now there was no food. Josie could not decide whether to shower or not? The oil had left her slightly clammy but it smelled sweet and the water would be unlikely to affect it.
To dress or go naked? The gown had been placed on its hook and the footwear back below it. Everything was neat and tidy. This was an expensive, all inclusive holiday. The activities may be unusual but the basic service was of five star quality. She would wander around naked. Her backside was still a little sore and her back still tingled. Maybe a little lie down on the bed was in order?
She slept. She was exhausted both mentally and physically. The clock showed she had slept for nearly three hours. In theory she had missed lunch but in practice she could summon a meal by use of the phone by her bed. She was ravenous. She was not due another session until that evening. She would now discover how good the kitchens were. She consulted the menu and ordered. It would take thirty minutes. She knew that it would be cooked to order. She had time to spruce up and cover her nakedness. She did not wish to embarrass the serving staff, although they had probably seen it all before. Nevertheless, she still had some dignity, even vanity. By the time her meal arrived she was sitting at the table in her gown with only a bit of bare leg to tempt or embarrass the waiter. Maybe it would be a waitress?
The Infirmary
It was a waiter, impeccably dressed, and courteous. He brought a compartmentalised trolley which kept hot food hot and cold food cold. Everything was perfectly cooked and presented. Josie could not fault the service or the food. The economy version of the holiday had prison rations. Josie had paid “top dollar” for “1st class service” and was perfectly satisfied with the results. She would not normally go to a high class restaurant dressed in just a dressing gown but there were no other patrons and the waiter treated her as if everything was perfectly normal. She supposed that as far as he was concerned it was perfectly normal.
Josie had her fill and then sat in the more comfortable armchair near the bed. She flicked at the channels on the telly but there was nothing she wished to watch. There was also an in-house program selection: she idly watched what amounted to a public information presentation on the Castle and its beginnings. There was a virtual tour of all the facilities. She saw the Japanese room she had visited earlier. As she had suspected it looked very authentic. It seemed such a waste of effort when she had been blindfolded virtually all the time, but maybe not everyone was like her? The girl who had serviced her had been able to see and maybe had spent a long time there. It was not inconceivable for someone to spend their whole holiday just in that area.
The tour had reached the dungeon, which looked very new. To be fair, genuine Medieval torture items would be both valuable and fragile. They would have to ensure the safety of their clients, which would mean modern, tested and safety checked furniture and fittings. The Medical centre could easily function as a hospital with fully qualified staff in attendance. It was comforting, but Josie still had misgivings about her visit there later on that day. The wet area was neatly tiled and almost as hygienic as the medical centre. There were other areas, some of which Josie would not be visiting. She had no interest in equine or any other animal play, the school room was basically corporal punishment and the crèche made her wretch. There were padded cells where people in straight jackets could bang themselves about. She took more interest when they came to the mad science facility. It was almost amusing but the contraptions were very real. She would sample their delights later in the week.
There were no clients and virtually no people in the presentation. It was probably designed to be shown on commercial television, and could even be shown before the so called “watershed”.
The program finished and some mindless music played over a caption that told her how to start it from the beginning again. She closed her eyes...
She awoke with a jolt. There was a loud buzzing and flashes of red around the room. She stood up and in a single motion discarded her gown, kicked off her shoes and hurried to take up her position. In many ways she was glad it had happened this way. Her limbs were shaking. The sooner her escort arrived the better.
The capture was as before but her legs did not seem to want to carry her. She mentally gave herself a jolt. This was ridiculous! The floor surface changed to clinical lino. There was the smell of disinfectant or something similar. She felt a sharp prick at the base of her spine and then one in each arm. As her handcuffs were released she tried to lower her arms but the movement was sluggish. Now her legs truly gave way and she was bundled onto a trolley. The bag was removed and a masked face with a needle in hand appeared before her. He opened her mouth and injected something. She tried to stop him but her arms were made of lead.
“Don’t worry,” the voice said in an even but measured manner, “the drug will wear off in a couple of hours. Until then you won’t be able to move your arms, legs or jaw.”
Josie panicked. It was her worse nightmare. She was utterly helpless, unable to move or speak. The voice continued:
“We have several procedures to perform. They are perfectly normal and safe but not very pleasant. The nurse will now put a tube up your nose so you can breathe easier and attach a drip to keep your fluids in balance.”
Procedures! What procedures? Josie had not signed up for any sort of surgery? What were they going to do? She desperately tried to move but her muscles refused to function. This was a completely new kind of bondage. There were no ropes, straps or even metal bands to fight and no reassuring pressure proving that she was being held. It was not only frustrating but frightening. They could do anything to her! All the conspiracy theories flooded back though her mind. A tube was being threaded down her throat. She thought she would gag but even that reflex was not available to her.
A motor started up near by. They were extracting all the remains of that wonderful meal she had eaten. Why? She had paid for it! Again there was nothing she could do. The face mask had been perfectly correct: it was very unpleasant.
Having pumped her stomach she was laid on her side and a different tube was inserted into her. She decided that it was her rectum but she had absolutely no feeling below her waist. She was rolled onto her left side. Once again there was the sound of a pump, this time she could feel liquid inside her but it was moving and not allowed to settle. It was not an enema so it must be a colonic irrigation? She had heard of it and it was supposed to be both healthy and refreshing. At that moment she was feeling neither healthy nor refreshed. She was a little calmer, having decided that they weren’t gong to cut her open or perform some radical surgery on her. She was still a little bemused at what they were doing and why? She would, no doubt, find out eventually.
Another tube. Again she could not be certain but she had only one hole left to fill. There was no machine this time, gravity seemed to be all that was necessary. She could not see exactly what was happening but logic dictated that having emptied her digestive system they were now draining her urinary tract. She was being emptied of all waste or potential waste but why?
The draining took a while during which time she was left alone. She could still not even move a finger or toe let alone get up or remove any of the tubes that were still connected to her. There was no need to watch over her.
A nurse came to check on her. The tube was removed from her vagina and a couple of pads with wires placed on her chest approximately over her heart. There may have been something else placed between her legs or even inserted but Josie could not be certain. Then the nurse took up something and Josie felt her legs raised up slightly. She still had no feeling down there but something was being done.
It took a while to work out what was happening but eventually the bandages were being wrapped around her waist where she had some sense of feeling. She was being wrapped in bandages from foot to head. Josie could not cry out and even if her limbs regained their strength they were already immobilised by another means.
There were two nurses working on her in tandem. One moved her body about while the other carefully wrapped her up. It was slow, it was methodical and Josie could not stop them. They reached her head and the bandages climbed up her face. Her eyelids were taped shut and plugs put in her ears. The tube still ran from her nose. She was eventually completely engulfed. Then they started at her feet again. What on earth were they doing? They were putting another layer over the bandages, she was sure. It could only be one thing: plaster soaked cloths. She was being given a complete full body plaster casting! Already she was completely helpless and at their mercy. She would lie until released, completely and utterly immobile and encased. She had agreed to a mummification, but this was beyond anything she could possibly have anticipated. Her world was black and she could not move.
Having come to terms with what had been done to her Josie was surprisingly calm She could breathe easily. She knew that her vital signs were being monitored careful and that there was a drip ensuring that her fluid and mineral levels were maintained. She was not only in no danger she was a safe and secure as it was physically possible to be. She could just about move her fingers now. Her arms were tight to her sides but she could feel a little motion left or right. She could flex her cheek muscles although her mouth would not open with all the bandages under her chin and over her face. In many ways it was quite relaxing, even comforting. The pressure on her body was even all over but not uncomfortable. She was in effect being hugged all over. She did not like not being able to open her eyes but could guess that it was for her own good. If any small particle got under her eyelid it could cause discomfort, even damage.
Josie had no means to gauge how long she lay motionless. She may have slept but even that was uncertain. Suddenly she was aware of a vibration. It was coming from inside her. They had inserted something into her! But this was no medical item in the strictest sense. She still could not move at all. She obviously could not cry out. Her libido stirred.
The route to climax was slow but inexorable. Despite her encasement her muscles were vibrating. Her whole body moved to the tune of the small mechanical device embedded in her vaginal cavity. She reached the peak but her body could neither buck nor expel the intruder. For what seemed like an eternity she lay in a sort of orgasmic haze until the vibrations stopped.
After a short pause there was another vibration, but this was external.
The extrication was much quicker than the encasement. The bandages were cut away with little fuss. She waited placidly for her eyes and ears to be freed from their respective bondage. The nasal tube and the drip were also removed. She was almost reluctant to move her limbs in case someone decided to restrict them again or alternatively they still refused to work. The mask face appeared in her eyesight.
“You may go,” he said simply.
Josie sat up gingerly and swung her feet off the trolley-bed. She was in one of the curtained off areas like you would find in any hospital. Her instinct was to run but she had no idea how to get back to her cell. She stood up, perplexed and unsure.
“The exit is that way,” she was told by the attendant nurse, “your escort will meet you outside. You will see where to go. Please do not attempt to interfere with, or talk to, other patients”
Josie was naked. She now felt completely out of place. She managed to keep it to a rapid walk. No one took any notice of her. All the curtain areas were either closed or empty. There were no nurses or doctors visible either. The exit was clearly marked. On the wall opposite the exit were some very familiar looking hand prints. Josie needed no further clue as to what might be expected of her. She took up position and was rapidly “subdued” by her unseen escort who must have been watching near by.
Walking back to her cell Josie realised that she had no idea what time of day or night it was. Once the escort had left she removed the hood and saw that the table was laid for breakfast. The clock showed eight a.m. She had lost over fifteen hours! And her bed had still not been slept in. Once again she was ravenous. She sat straight down, placing a napkin over her upper body to catch any stray milk. To her surprise the door opened and the waiter returned with the trolley from which the cooked food could be chosen. He behaved as before with complete indifference to her lack of clothes.
She checked her itinerary. The next session was scheduled for ten to give her a chance to digest her breakfast. Hopefully she would be allowed to keep this meal, but there was always a chance that she would regurgitate it out of fright. That was the chance you took when booking this sort of adventure, but at least it shouldn’t be forcibly pumped out of her again. That had been both unexpected and revolting but had it been necessary? She had clearly spent around twelve hours in that plaster cocoon. She might never know the medical ramifications of such enclosure. She was certainly unlikely to repeat it, even if she booked another vacation here.
The next session was in the wet area. Josie was not a strong swimmer but she could hold her own in a swimming pool. She usually swam breast stroke but was not averse to lying on her back and even occasionally ventured underwater. She had seen trailers for the Water Bondage web site and curiosity had got the better of her. She was due two different sessions, she had no real idea what to expect other than being tied up and then either dunked or sprayed with water. She had seen what amounted to a miniature swimming pool on the program that morning. It was about six or seven feet in all directions. At five foot one she would be out of her depth when the pool was full. Curiously enough the preview had shown the pool empty? She had not been able to see how you got in or out of it either. At least her nakedness would not be so unusual in such an environment although in a public pool she would normally wear a swimming costume. She was ambivalent: neither enthusiastic nor reticent about the coming trials, for trials they undoubtedly would be.
She lay on the bed relaxed. She was not tired. Perhaps she had slept? Or maybe it had just been a relaxing experience if you excluded the preparations and the orgasmic finale! She was not regretting her decision to come and so far had no complaints about the standard of service provided. She had had new experiences, some pleasant, some less so but each had been almost unique and would have been difficult to achieve else where.
The clock clawed its way to ten. She pre-empted the alarm by no more than a minute or so. She was in her assigned position awaiting collection. Her ambivalence had changed to eagerness. She could not wait for the next session to begin.
The Wet Room
She now knew the routine. A bag was placed over her head and handcuffs neatly applied. She did not resist but could not assist either. Her guide turned left outside her door and they soon came to what must be a lift. The idea of a lift in a castle did not ring true to life but she realised that negotiating stairs would be problematic with her lack of vision. The castle was an enigma at best. It was the basic setting but the internal facilities were more or less self contained and need not be authentic to a real castle.
The floor of the room appeared to be flagstones like her cell. Her handcuffs were removed as usual and the cloth bag as well. She looked around. The area was cavernous with arches and stone pillars. The air was damp, almost musty. She remembered the promotional program but could not relate the images she had seen with the area before her. Her exploration was interrupted by two people hustling her into a harness. She had to step into it and put her arms through making it a full body harness. There were strong steel wires leaving the shoulders to an incongruous industrial winch that clearly ran on a complicated rail system throughout the whole area. Once fitted she was then bound with nylon rope securing her wrists behind her back and her arms held tightly to her body. Her legs were also bound together at the ankles, knees and thighs. A ball gag finished the bondage section of her preparation. There was a mechanical sound and she was lifted easily into the air.
Now she really was flying! It was not as restful as the Japanese suspension. She was swinging a bit wildly under the winch as it traversed its way. She could now see the pool but she was not heading in that direction. The area she was heading for was dimly lit and the floor was no longer paved.
The winch stopped traversing and her swings slowly died down. She was suspended over the ground several feet up. There was pungent smell from below. She could not identify it. The motor started and she was slowly lowered down. Her feet touched the floor but it wasn’t solid! She was sinking! The mud was already over her ankles. She tried to lift her legs but they were tied and her muscles restricted. She had nothing to purchase against. She swung in the hoist but her legs had not moved The mud had her firmly in it’s grip.
She struggled wildly with the bonds that held her arms, twisting and straining but she was held firm. She tried to shout but the gag prevented any coherent words. She could not see anyone around to hear let alone rescue her. It was doubtful whether any spectators would do anything but watch and maybe smile? She must have struggled in vein for several minutes before realising the futility of what she was trying to do. Even if she got her arms free what would it achieve? She could not exactly swim in mud. She was held, not only by the mud below but the harness and wires above. To get out of the harness she needed the use of her legs as well as her arms. The ropes that bound her legs were already submerged under the mud which had now reached her thighs. It was too late to free herself even if she was able to. She stopped struggling. She must trust that her tormentors knew what they were doing and that she would not get completely submerged.
Her fingers touched the mud and she squeezed it between finger and thumb. It was clay. It was more than likely the sort of clay that was used in health spas. That would explain the smell as well. It was also warm. She forced herself to relax and allowed the mud to capture her hands.
Ironically she now realised that her struggles had increased her rate of descent, acting like a corkscrew. Now that she had stopped twisting and squirming she was sinking much slower. Nevertheless, her hips were now below the surface and her wrists were now held by mud as well as ropes.
As the mud rose higher her confidence diminished. Her mouth could not close over the ball gag and her ears and nose were not protected either. If her head was submerged she would surely choke and die. As she sank slowly further the urge to struggle was overwhelming but her resolve held. The mud reached her neck. The mud reached her chin...
The smell was almost overpowering. She was also sweating so that little dribbles ran down her nose and cheeks. It was similar in many ways to the complete mummification, in as much as she was held firmly and evenly, but the close proximity of the mud to her face, the ball gag as well, made it more sinister. She would not call it relaxing by any means.
She stood, or rather hung for an interminable length of time. Sweat rolled down her cheeks, even into her half open mouth. Despite all her efforts she still squirmed in her bondage, but her muscles did not have the strength to move her. She was neither twisting nor turning. She was held firm by both earth and nylon.
The reason for the industrial winch was now clear. The motor started and there was a prolonged pause. It seemed that the mud was not prepared to give up its prize willingly. Slowly at first, but then with increasing pace she was pulled free. She could feel the mud clawing at her. She could feel the strain on the winch and the harness that held her. Suddenly she popped out like a cork and swung about wildly. The second motor kicked in and she was transported to another area and lowered slightly but her feet could not touch the ground. She was still tightly bound and gagged. She swung in ever decreasing circles. It made her dizzy.