Chapter 12
Sue Richard’s determination to resist Dante’s attempts to crush her willpower took a surprise turn right after a short break between training sessions. She had just finished the fourth round of “Drop Jaw,” performing the command with as much hesitation as she dared yet ultimately letting her mouth fall wide open.
Dante looked at her with clear disappointment. He stood about three feet away from her with both hands clasped behind his back as her eyes through the hood’s eyeholes bore into his.
“Well, you’re either a very slow learner or more willful than is healthy. Either way, your behavior is not up to standard. Let’s move onto the Iron Corset and see if that doesn’t improve your command reaction time.”
Sue controlled herself, not uttering any reply so as to give the man any reason to punish her. She felt she was going to need every ounce of strength for this next hideous garment she’d be forced to wear. The arctic blue eyes tracked his movements warily as he walked across the polished wood floor, went to a small steel table and opened the middle drawer. His body blocked her view when he withdrew something from that drawer, seemingly palmed it and slipped that left hand behind his back. Dante approached her with four quick steps and she cringed back, her wrists over her head banging the cuffs a bit with dull thunks, her head rearing back, her shoulders hunching.
“Surely, you realize that in order to put you in the corset, I have to release you from your constraints.”
Sue’s head turned slightly away from the imposing male figure before her and reared back a few more inches in fear. She did not expect this to go well. This didn’t feel like a good chance to escape. He was way too cautious, too aware, too disciplined to allow her any edge right now. She was right.
From behind his back, his left hand swept forward his thumb resting just under her chin. His right hand reached out and clasped firmly to the back of her head, the palm holding her skull rigidly in place. The right hand brusquely squeezed whatever was in his palm. It must have been some sort of rubber bulb because a fog of bluish dust suddenly squirted from Dante’s hand and surrounded Sue’s face. Dante’s own face was pulled back, far away from the cloud. He quickly pulled the hood remote out of his pants pocket. With one quick press of a button, the band around Sue’s throat ratcheted tight and she helplessly inhaled a choking plume of sparkling blue dust.
“…wheeeeezz..!...”
I knew it. Some kind of drug!
Sue’s eyes teared from the slight stinging sensation of the irritating dust and then her mind went numb.
…fast...!...i…whuh…?…
Sue’s entire body went limp. Her arms strained overhead as her body hung helplessly low, nearly to the floor. Her head had dropped quickly from Dante’s right-handed grip and hung from her shoulders, hair covering her face, drool suddenly draining out of her mouth. Her breasts flattened against the hard wood floor. Her calves jerked in opposite directions, her feet flexing and bumping slightly in the spasm of her collapse.
“…uuuhhhnnnn…” the groan from his female subject drew a pleased nod of affirmation from the deranged psychologist.
“I call it Dumb Dust. It’s my own combination of muscle relaxants and mild neural inhibitors. Not to worry. Very short-term effects. Only about 10 minutes. I’ll have you out of and back into those cuffs in no time. Just enough time to get your corset on. You’ll probably regain muscle control before I even make the final adjustments.”
“…ghuuuuhhhhh…”
“Your intelligence is quite nullified for now. Don’t bother trying to form sentences. You’ll just embarrass yourself.”
…boot…crayon…box…bad…
Indeed, Sue’s ability to think coherently was completely gone for now.
She could feel her body’s mass as it shifted awkwardly the moment Dante released the cuffs but there wasn’t one iota of control over it. From the inside it felt as if every bone in her body had been removed. Yet even the concept of bones themselves eluded Sue’s brain. Instinctively what was left of her willpower made an effort to focus.
…balloon…pony…chicken…tongue…
She laid in place, bereft of judgement, muscle control and anything but the merest shred of self. Dante knelt beside her and manipulated her figure the way he wanted, pulling her legs and arms outward so she rested flat against the wood floor. She felt the coolness of the wood through the leather hood, the hardness pressing against her face. There was a slipperiness there as well. Sue was too out of it to understand that this was the wetness of her drool under her cheek. It had leaked out through the unzippered mouth hole. Next, Sue felt the air against her back as her athletic top was unzipped and pulled away from her skin.
…potato…castle…Reed…doggie…
The world-famous heroine was reduced to a mixture of simple memories; childish images from her youth, a wedding moment…an incoherent grab at any noun or idea. The life preserver of her precious identity became an anchor that was sinking to the bottom of a consciousness that was dark and foreboding.
…fork…penis…hat…tomorrow…
She was lost, a non-Sue.
Dante worked the garment off the limp body as efficiently as he could however with no cooperation from the subject, it wasn’t a quick process. Finally, with her arms freed and her back bared, he yanked the material out from under the half-naked form and tossed it off to the side. Then he yanked down the activewear pants, stripping them off her legs and tossing them on top of the tunic. Sue was left wearing nothing but her stiff pale turquoise cotton panties, chafing at her crotch from all her orgasms at Minh’s house in Brooklyn. But the blonde heroine felt no discomfort, her fried brain wasn’t receiving messages very clearly.
Dante rose and dashed over to the table and grabbed the Iron Corset, checking his timing with a nervous glance at his watch. Five minutes left. He forcibly calmed himself, slowed his walk back to the woman. He had enough time.
The corset was a complex garment, constructed of soft leather yet lined with incredibly powerful carbon flex strips capable of constriction and release by tiny servo-motors embedded in the back. The carbon bands formed a web within the corset’s bra. Others stretched in three concentric circles so that when the corset was worn, the bands would wrap around the lower rib cage, the stomach and the top of the hips. This garment featured its own remote as well as a chip that linked it to the gamma ray generator hidden in the ceiling.
Sue was just starting to get her thoughts back in order as Dante was finishing lacing up the lower half of the corset. The hooks that pulled the garment together at the back had been engaged, the black rawhide lacing was just a final bit of erotic window dressing, albeit an extra layer of security should any hook break.
“….ohhhhhhhh….uuuugghhnnnnnn….”
…nasty headache…still can’t…move arms……legs...
Sue felt one of those arms being pulled back and up, over her head. Her torso followed as Dante slipped her right wrist into the cuff and snapped it shut with a depressingly loud click. She hung there, suffering a twinge of pain having just the one arm bearing her full body weight. Dante took her left wrist but with a sudden flailing jerk, Sue yanked it away from the man’s grasp. The back of her hand actually batted against his right temple.
“Ah, ah, ah. Subject Sue isn’t allowed to hit the doctor. I will have to remember to punish you for that,” the man declared with an annoying patronizing chuckle. He easily gathered her twitching left wrist dangling at her side and pulled it up into the manacle, closing it tight with a satisfied sigh. “There, back to where we were: all nicely restrained and arranged to be fully encapsulated in a lovely new training garment.”
Sue’s breasts were hanging free, ready to be fitted into the corset’s inner bra cups. When Dante’s hand circled her left tit to set it cleanly inside the bra, Sue’s body went rigid.
“Wow, why so tense? They’re just mammary glands. Every female mammal has them! Loosen up, Subject.” He maneuvered first one breast and then the other into its cup and then pulled the garment close to her, hooking it at the back. Sue hung in place, mortified and helpless. She felt his hands pulling on the laces and tightening the garment gradually up her back, constricting her figure. Now, from her breasts to her upper hips she was tightly encased. The Iron Corset clung to her body like some long-lost lover newly returned. It was cloying, unyielding and uncomfortable.
Adding insult to injury, Dante took one of the nipple clips hanging off the front of the corset by a small titanium chain and squeezed its tiny jaws open. He spoke as he rubbed and twisted at the nipple he found beneath the soft leather, bringing it to a stiff nub that poked against the bra. He let the clip close down on the nipple and its tiny steel teeth settled into the tender flesh, drawing a smarting groan from Sue. There was a second groan when the paired clip was set on her other nipple. Inside the eyeholes of the Humiliation Hood, the blue eyes were barely focused. They drifted loosely while the words issued from her captor’s mouth like rancid bubbles.
“I will explain this corset’s abilities to you and then demonstrate them. You will find them either very pleasurable or very painful. As always, your behavior dictates that outcome. The bands inside this corset I control, of course. I can make them flex and pull so that your breasts will feel firmly fondled. Simply by following my commands you will enjoy the reward of that. I can also choose if you are recalcitrant at responding properly to constrict the bands surrounding your tits so that the pain will be virtually intolerable. The same applies to the nipple clips, delightful buzzing pleasure or body-quaking pain. Does Subject Sue understand her circumstances?”
“All too well,” murmurs the forlorn blonde.
“Excellent. Oh, one other comment. There are three other bands in this corset. They surround your lower ribs, your waist and your hips. They are strong enough to fracture said ribs with the twist of a dial so I’d be leery of your penchant for sassiness. That said, they can also massage you in pleasant ways. Your choice, pleasure or pain, right?”
“Right,” Sue replies in as neutral a tone as she can manage.
“Shall we begin?”
“It’s your ballpark. Play ball,” Sue said, then took a breath and got herself mentally prepared for whatever came next.
“That’s the spirit, Subject Sue.” Dante held the Iron Corset’s remote in his hand, ready to initiate his next training session.