When the measuring was done, fitting began. It took some time since the restraints and garments prescribed for those newly in training were as complex and complete as had been the measurements taken for them.
“These two get the heavy stuff, but no jewellery.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I wonder why.”
“Dunno. That’s how Jonathan wants ‘em.”
Meredith had no idea what the ‘heavy stuff’ or ‘jewellery’ was but she shivered in a confusion of emotions knowing Jonathan had singled her out for special treatment. She didn’t know if that was good or bad, but the sheer invocation of his name sent a pleasurable quiver of terror rippling through her body. That Darlene was included seemed not to matter since Meredith still considered her a lesser adjunct to her still held notions of self-importance. The ostensible levelling of their status so manifest in their treatment and servile conduct had yet to be fully inculcated in the aristocratic and arrogant Meredith. Her grounds for arrogance were washing away between her widely spread legs and her equally denuded pubes as she stood in the same subservient display posture as Darlene. Their breasts rose and fell in quite democratically displayed exposure while the ‘heavy stuff’ was strewn in orderly fashion on the workbench before them.
First came the corseting. The solid clunk the tiny garments made when they were dropped on the wooden bench gave the first clue to the severe nature of the innocuous looking garments. They looked dainty and feminine, but the well-tailored waist constrictors concealed the inner steel busked and steel stayed construction that gave the corsets their rigidity and hence forced stiffly correct and unnatural posture on those who wore them. Darlene and Meredith were about to assume that correct posture.
The fitting room of the smithy complex was adjacent to the actual workshop. Through that open door wafted the smell of fresh oil and the sounds of humming machinery. More than half a dozen men were employed and kept quite busy in the manufacture of specialist equipment and devices employed in the restraint and training of the young women assigned to the training annex. Work had stopped momentarily during the wanton display Meredith and Darlene had involuntarily made some minutes earlier. The doorway had been crowded with their peering countenances. They all but applauded when the two reluctant performers ceased their dramatic dance of sensuality. They usually didn’t pay much attention to the girls who were routinely brought to orgasm for the recording of clitoral extension and sexual responsiveness. Occasionally, they might look up at the sound of a particularly piercing shriek or wail from one of the as many as six girls at a time writhing in the self-gratification they were embarrassingly led to perform. The men who fitted and took measurements of all the newly admitted women had perfected the technique of bringing them to the exact state of arousal that was needed to push them over the edge. They’d only had one defiant failure in a year. Turned out she was a lesbian and they sold her to an Arab slave trader.
The strident and extended orgasms induced in the women who now stood ready for corseting had got their attention however. There hadn’t been wanton howlers like these two in some months, and two at once was more than unusual. They had been well rewarded for their attention. They returned to work while Meredith and Darlene stood ready in the next room for corseting.
Now facing the long workbench against one of the walls, they were both able to study the equipment and tools, the accoutrements, and paraphernalia scattered and fixed on its surface and on the wall behind. It was a strange and mixed collection of eclecticism. The dainty corsets seemed out of place beneath large metal spools of various sized chains from jewellery chains to huge heavy links suitable for anchoring large boats. A chain cutter bolted to the floor stood in stationary elephantine massiveness beneath an assortment of delicate tools for working jewellery chains. Gyves, manacles, collars, belts, and shackles fashioned in aluminium, steel and iron as well as other bondage equipment of leather and steel in various combinations and configurations were arranged in neatly sized order on and behind the bench. Dozens of small brass padlocks, graduated by size, hung by their silvery hasps from wooden rods projecting from the wall over the bench. In reluctant but dutiful display posture Meredith and Darlene gazed in apprehensive awe at the myriad restraints; some terrifying, others beautiful, all expertly designed and well crafted by the smithies employed at the training annex. In their fearfully curious perusal of the dreadful looking restraints neither noticed the pad eye neatly folded flush with the floor between their widely placed high heels. The overhead chain block and the steel rod with sturdy buckling leather cuffs at each end escaped notice too. The first awareness of those unobserved implements of preparatory restraint were made known by the appearance of a hinged wooden plank with two moderately small holes set closely together at its centre.
“Close your legs.”
With growing trepidation, Meredith and Darlene jerkily move their feet together. Without the use of their arms for balance, the action required they shift their weight from one leg to the other swaying their breasts back and forth as they awkwardly came to attention before the men who held the twin holed planks at the ready. They looked like twin marble glories rising from a posture of wide legged subservience to stand straight and tall, elegant and resplendent on the shapely stems of their tautened legs attractively formed and well-disciplined by their high heels. The relatively modest stance revealed the smoothness of their clean-shaven pubic bulges in demure high relief with the fleshy moue of their labial clefts presented in promise more than in gynaecological flagrancy. Darlene’s full outer lips retreated between her thighs in soft compression hinting at the depth and length of her vaginal slit. Meredith’s inner lips peeked coyly between her labia majora in roselike twin petalled blooms their moist inflorescence beautifully standing watch at her sex portal. Although their posture was less revealing they still stood respectfully presenting their breasts out-thrust and uplifted by their raised arms in prominent bared fullness on their expanded chests. Darlene’s relatively large firm breasts seemed to leap from her chest in pointed protrusions their shapely nipple tipped form stabbing the air with arrogant and lavish exuberance. Meredith’s raised arms, stringently braced back elbows, and tightly laced fingers at the back of her neck thrust her ponderous, somewhat smaller, breasts forward in soft shapely presentation accenting the large dark areola and thick lengthy nipples at their centre like dusky garnish offered on bulging white platters of quivering aspic. Her slightly taller stature and dark hair both complemented and contrasted with Darlene’s fair beauty and mane of blond hair. In their twinned posture of self-imposed discipline and obedience to the demands of their minders; in fearful anticipation of what unknown agony awaited on the bench before them, Darlene and Meredith stood in naked subservience for corseting.
They both teetered nervously as the men knelt and captured their ankles in the sturdy wooden stocks. The clack of the hinged halves clapping together and the sharp snap of the locking bolts shot home were simply the aural announcement of the too tight pressure on their slim ankles. As long as they stood perfectly still the, barely padded ankle openings were merely tight, but the slightest movement caused breathtaking pain and hissing hurriedness to stand straight and still. Even looking down put stress on their ankles so they both peered ahead as the metallic sounds of the pad eye being lifted and the attachment of a foot long chain between the stocks and steel ring in the floor rattled between their closely held ankles.
“Lower your arms; hold your hands out front.”
It was an order, not a request. No resistance was expected and none offered, but the clank of the chain block above them made them aware of its presence for the first time. Looking up as the cuffed bar descended on its heavy chain they stood in dread watching in stiff legged helplessness while it lowered in slow menace before them. Its purpose obvious, Meredith simply placed her wrists in the open cuffs. Darlene didn’t, so the men did it for her. In both cases the result was the same and with their wrists held in tightly cuffed helplessness at each e
nd of the two foot long bar, the triple tongued brass buckles held them in inescapable restraint and mounting terror as their arms were drawn up by the clanking block.
“Stretch ‘em up good and tight. Jonathan wants ‘em cinched down hard. He wants ‘em to feel it.”
“Oh they’ll feel it all right.”
The chain grew taut above their fully raised arms and began to lift them from the floor. The weight of their bodies suspended by their wrists hurt and the conversation added little solace to their rising misery or nakedness. When the chain between their captive ankles drew tight and the block continued to rattle, first groans, then shrieks then sobbing pleas to stop were wrenched from the women. Their arms and legs seemed about to be wrenched from their bodies as well. The shock of pain from the taut stretch of their bodies rendered them helpless to even scream. Hands moulding their shoulders and arms, bellies and thighs felt the tremble of pain they suffered and each were given another quarter turn bringing their excruciation to it limits. Meredith felt as if she had a throbbing headache the whole length of her body. She threw her head back between her upraised arms and with her hair trailing down her bare back shrieked at the ceiling in great gulping wails of agony. She was drawn so tightly between her wrists and ankles that her choking convulsing sobs didn’t move any part of her taut nakedness but her stomach and diaphragm. It was a peculiar mix of movement and stillness reflecting both the tautly drawn immobility of her naked pain and her sharply spasmodic muscular reaction to it.
Darlene couldn’t intellectualise what they were doing to her, but for the first time, she knew they were really hurting her. Her arms felt as if they were about to pop out from her shoulders. Her hipbones stood out against her flattened abdomen as if trying to escape her pain racked body. Her wrists and ankles were held unbearably tight and hurt nearly as much as all the taut white flesh between them. They were torturing her. She peered down between her breasts at the floor that seemed far beneath her. In a repetitive and plangent whimper she dealt with her torment as best she could, trying to stand beside herself as witness rather than participant in her agony. Physically, she couldn’t stand it, they were killing her, therefore, she mentally divorced herself from it as the only defence she could offer. The taut white bodies of the women were now ready for corseting.
The tightly drawn waists and abdomens, the sharply elevated and defined lift of their rib cages presented the two women for corseting in the necessary conformation of mind and body required. They hardly noticed the lace edged garment fitted around their waists. So occupied with the racking torment holding them radically elongated at waist and belly while the corsets were fit, they didn’t really feel its unusual weight for its size or the inordinate stiffness with which it encircled their diminished waists. Darlene watched the stiff tongue of the corset rising between her breasts. Its lace trimmed edging all but concealed a small U-shaped steel staple at its top. The only part of the corset that rose to her breasts was that narrow projecting strip between them. Otherwise, it was cut well below in two large semicircular scallops that left her breasts entirely bare and exposed and without the support one might expect in a normal corset. Clearly, these were not conventional corsets.
“Get her hair out of the way, would you?”
Meredith moaned when her head was pushed forward. The slightest movement in her tensioned agony sparked new pain and torment to flash up and down her bowstring stretched nakedness. They stuffed her dark hair between her cheek and right arm letting it fall toward her right breast. She looked down at her breasts and the lacy stiff strip laying between them in languishing disinterest. She was being hurt too much to observe anything but her body wrenching torture. She was only dimly aware of the tightening corset and the light play of fingers down her spine as the laces were yanked tight. Each little pull each slight disturbance of absolute motionless sent shrieks of pain racing through her arms and shoulders, hips and knees on the verge of being pulled apart. Her sobs approached hysteria as the corset grew tighter and tighter until they seemed finally to be done. When she saw one of the men stepping behind her with a T-handled steel tool, she knew it would offer no relief. She groaned in earnest as the lace tightening tool brought the corset to meet in its smallest possible dimension down her back. Breathily she whispered, “Please don’t. It’s too tight. I can’t breathe.” She shook her head in a panic as her lungs were compressed to a smaller than normal capacity by the clamp like compression of her diaphragm and waist. Her eyes wide with fright, Meredith took shallow rapid breaths to get any air into her lungs at all. Darlene was whimpering weakly next to her.
“No more! No more! I give up. I give up. I can’t stand it.”
Her whispered entreaties sprung from the desperation of trying to gain her breath against the vice grip of her corset. There was a tinge of madness in her soft spoken pleas as if by offering her surrender it would make them stop. The annex didn’t take prisoners in any conventional sense and Darlene’s corset was pulled closed in the back. Her eyes nearly bulged from her head as much in surprise that she could breathe at all as from the wide black swathe of constrictive agony nearly cutting her in two. Her fair white skin bulged above and below in testament to its restrictive girth. The contrast of black nylon and lace with her paleness looked nice; or so thought the men who had just laced her in.
Chain rattled through the blocks easing the tensioned strain on both women lowering them until they could just touch the floor with their toes. The mitigation of their taut stretching hurt as badly as their racking suspension had. Now able to support some of their weight on their toes they nevertheless had to flex their aching thighs and calves in knotted hardness to maintain the position offering relief while adding new distress to their trembling legs. They rested in this comfortable position for some moments before being permitted to stand on their own. There was no escape from pain, just relocation as their heels were permitted to touch and they again bore their weight completely on their feet and legs.
The effectiveness of their corseting now became apparent to Meredith and Darlene as well to as those watching them. The men knew what to expect-Meredith and Darlene didn’t. Their first hand experience informed them. Gravity had become their new torturer. The distressful stop on the way down was simply a painful lull to prepare them for the shock of standing fully corseted. Expecting the dissolution of their anguish, it was merely reallocated, perhaps more intensely, because of the now extensive and prolonged suffering they would have to endure until the torturous garments were removed. As their bodies attempted to resettle in familiar patterns and assume prior dimensions, the corsets arrested them. Breathing came no easier, perhaps more difficult. The vice like grip of the tautly drawn nylon and steel encased them in its rigid stiffness as if it were made of entirely of steel. The rigid busk extended from between their breasts to their navels in unbending rigidity. The malleable steel stays moulded by the tightly drawn corsets were nearly as unyielding as the solid busks. They could not diminish the arch it forced in their backs, they could not relax the stiffly upright posture it made them maintain, and the only bending they would be able do would be from the hips. Their hips stood out ledge like under the constrictive carapaces, their bellies bulging beneath in rounded protrusion as if they were in the early stages of pregnancy, and their buttocks jutted in distorted exaggeration beneath the acute arch in the small of their backs. The stately posture steadfastly demanded by their adamantine corseting held their breasts in permanently uplifted and brazen exhibition high and proud on their expanded chests. The jut and thrust of their breasts seemed to counterbalance the rearward presentation made by their protuberant bottom cheeks. From all angles, Darlene and Meredith looked to be erotic caricatures of imagined Victoriana standing naked and helpless in doll like poses of bound beauty ankles locked together in stocks and arms raised with their wrists leather wrapped in high held exhibition of both their beauty and helplessness. The look of sheer misery in their eyes and the downward cast of their mouths expressed their
despair at such a representation. Now they stood ready to be bound. The ‘heavy stuff’ lay coiled rattlesnake ready on the workbench.
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