Fenella lost all track of time. At some point, the van journey had completed and, rather than being released from her cage, the whole cage had been carried from the back of the van by a forklift truck. Fenella's cage had then been placed somewhere.
The voice, which had accompanied her throughout her whole capture and imprisonment, had long since gone.
Fenella waited, squashed up in her little cage. She was chained there. She had no choice.
Her whole body hurt. The bars behind her, to which her wrists were chained, dug into her back. Her ankles were also chained to the bars in front of her. Her knees were drawn up close to her chest due to the lack of space inside her cage. If she lifted up her hooded head, it would bang against the bars above her head. The rubber ball strapped so tightly into her mouth made her jaw ache. And being chained in such an unnatural position gave her whole body the cramps.
And she was cold. Wherever she was being kept, it was not heated. And apart from the hood, she wore nothing at all.
Time passed slowly. Fenella was losing track of how long she had been caged and chained. She was aware only of her bondage - and of the pain it brought.
At some point she was taken out of her cage. Her wrists and ankles had been unchained from the bars of her cage but then immediately re-chained. Her wrists remained locked behind her back. Her ankles were manacled with hardly any chain between them. She felt hands grip her naked body and lift her from her tiny prison.
Fenella was carried for a short distance. From the sound of the footsteps, it was apparent that she was being carried and accompanied by a group of people. No-one spoke. After a short distance, the footsteps took on a metallic quality.
Finally, Fenella was placed standing on a cold, metal floor. The chains were removed from her wrist and ankle manacles and she felt her arms being pulled out to her sides. The manacles which were locked around her wrists and ankles were big and heavy. Her wrists and arms were pulled out as far as they would go and then chains were re-attached. Both her wrists dropped slightly, but a clinking sound quickly followed and Fenella's wrists rose up and out as the slack was pulled out of the chain. Her stretched-out arms continued to rise up into the air for a few seconds and then came to a stop. Fenella's arms were now at full stretch. She tried to pull on her chained wrists, but there was no give at all. There was a tension across her shoulders. It wasn't painful, but it was distinctly uncomfortable.
Fenella then felt her legs being pulled wide apart and her ankle shackles being attached to more chains. The widening of her legs caused her whole body to drop, adding further tension to her chained arms. Fenella was now at full stretch, her young, trim body held in place like an X.
Finally, a large, heavy, metal collar was locked in place around Fenella's neck. It was a good fit. It gripped her neck perfectly, leaving Fenella in no doubt about its continued presence. She felt chains being attached to both the left and right side of her metal collar. The chains were pulled tight, thus preventing what little movement remained in her upper body.
Fenella was on display. Her body - her beautiful body - was on display. She wasn't on display to a real audience, but to an online one. But at the moment, Fenella did not know this.
Fenella was then left alone. She tested her chains but there was little point. Her body was at full stretch. She was on display like a prize exhibit - an example of the perfect human being - exposed in all its glory, with not a stitch of clothing to offer Fenella even the vaguest hint of dignity.
At some point, someone had unzipped her latex hood. For the briefest, wonderful moment, Fenella thought that it was going to be removed, but it wasn't. Instead, earpieces had been placed in her ears. They were packed into place with some putty. This had the effect of completely sealing her ears and preventing her from hearing any sound whatever. Her skin-tight latex hood had then been zipped up and padlocked. Fenella could now only hear her rushed heartbeat and the raspy sound of her breathing as she struggled to take in air through her nose and her ball-gagged mouth.
Hooding Fenella, removing her sight and now her hearing, had created a real sense of disorientation inside her head. She was trapped in a dark, silent world, aware of nothing but her restraints, until -
"Hello, Fenella, my gorgeous young friend. How are you feeling?"
The voice was inside Fenella's head. It came through the earpieces.
"Mmmmnnnnn! Nnnngggghhhg! Ggggggggggggg!"
"Let me go" is actually what Fenella wanted to say, but the words could not come out.
"Fenella, my young friend, this is entirely your fault. You should have behaved yourself in the van. Behind you, by the wall, is a mattress. We were going to lay you on the mattress. We were going to re-chain your wrists in front of you. We were going to allow you long lengths of chain between your wrists and ankle manacles. We were going to attach your collar to the wall with a long length of chain and you could have spent the night there, lying down, relaxing, and maybe even sleeping. You would have had a limited amount of movement around your cell. But, instead Fenella, you have to be punished. And the way you're chained now is just the start of your punishment. But we'll come to that in a moment."
Fenella listened. She had no choice. The voice was all that she could hear.
"You're in an old, disused bank, Fenella. We acquired it especially for situations like the one you're in at the moment. We've done this before, Fenella; you're by no means the first. You are currently chained in an old vault. The vault is where we're going to keep you. It's your room, or cell, or dungeon or whatever you want to call it. It's eight metres long and six metres wide. You are currently standing right in the middle of it. Your chains are attached to the walls and the floor. They're very strong chains, Fenella, but I'm sure you realise that.
"There are two cages in your cell with you. You're already familiar with the first one. The second is a standing cage. When placed in that cage you will just have enough room to stand up. It's very narrow, Fenella. Perhaps we'll let you try it for size tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that. We have all the time in the world.
"There are some other surprises for you in your cell. But we'll come to those another time.
"Now, you are of course completely naked. The reason for that is very simple. Every single moment of your captivity is being recorded and photographed. There are cameras all around your cell right now. They are all recording and some of them are live streaming onto the internet. We have been able to negotiate some very fruitful deals with several leading fetish and bondage websites, and also with some very rich clients. And some of those clients enjoy seeing beautiful girls helpless and naked. Fenella, when word was spread that you'd be our next victim we had a lot of interest. And I really do mean a lot!"
Fenella was filled with horror at what was happening. She felt physically sick. She desperately started pulling on her chains.
"Ggggggggghhhnnnn! Aaaaarrrggggg! Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"Oh, well done, Fenella, keep up the struggle. That's exactly what some of our clients will want to see. The sight of that perfectly formed torso writhing against the chains is a most marvellous sight. You have the body of a young goddess."
Fenella stopped struggling. There was no give in her bondage; the grip of her chains was unrelenting.
"Now, let me explain your punishment. You will remain chained in your current position all night. There will be no release. Please do not beg for freedom. It's undignified, and it won't work. You will also be required to wear these nipple clamps which I am holding. Do you know what a nipple clamp is, Fenella, nod or shake your head."
Fenella shook her head, as best as her chains and collar would allow.
"Well, you're about to find out. I have two for you to wear. Hold still."
Fenella suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left nipple.
"Aaarggggghhh!"
"Fenella, shut up."
There was a similar pain in her right nipple, but somehow she managed to avoid squealing.
"Now, that wasn't too bad, was it? But let's add to the fun; I'm going to attach some weights to the clamps."
The man fiddled about, and the pain in her nipples got worse.
"Nnnnnnnnnnn! MMMMMMGGGHHHHH!"
"Oh, stop complaining Fenella; it won't do you any good."
Despite that injunction, Fenella nearly screamed again when she felt a stabbing pain in her bottom, especially as the pain was getting worse and worse.
"Another new thing for you to learn, pretty girl; this is a butt plug. Normally, I'd use lots of lubricant and take this very slowly, but you're being punished."
The pain grew and grew. Fenella tried to struggle in her bonds, but they remained unyielding, and the man just put an arm around her waist to hold her still. Soon, she felt as if she were about to be burst asunder by the huge intruder. But just as she felt that she could stand no more, she felt a sudden pop and the thing was entirely inside her. She felt incredibly full down there, but slightly relieved.
The relief was rather short-lived. A similar sensation began at her most intimate opening. Despite her youth, she was not quite a stranger to having men down there, but this was something on a vastly greater scale.
"And your third new thing is a dildo, and a good big one."
Again, Fenella somehow kept her silence until the monster was completely inside her, but it was a huge effort, and she was shaking like a leaf.
"Fenella, you look fantastic," he said, giving her bottom an affectionate rub. "And you've been behaving really well. Would you like a reward, Fenella? Nod your head if you would."
Fenella briefly considered what a 'reward' was going to be. However, she had nothing to lose. She wasn't sure how things could get any worse. She nodded her head.
"Okay, Fenella. I'm sure your jaw is quite sore now. Ball gags are always painful after a while. And so I shall remove your ball gag and your hood and replace them with something a little less uncomfortable. Would you like me to do that, Fenella? Nod your head."
Fenella nodded her head.
"But if you make even the slightest noise then the hood goes back on and the ball gag goes straight back in and will remain there all night. Do you understand, Fenella? Nod your head if you understand."
Fenella nodded her head.
"I am going to stand behind you, Fenella. When the hood comes off you are not to turn your head around. You are to face forward unless I say otherwise. Do you understand, Fenella? Nod your head if you understand."
Fenella nodded her head. She was getting tired of this game. A few seconds passed and then she felt the straps round the back of her head being un-padlocked and undone. Then the hood was partly lifted up, enough to uncover her mouth, but not her eyes, so she was still unable to see anything.
"Not a word, Fenella, not a sound."
The ball gag was removed from her mouth. A pool of saliva trickled down Fenella's chin. She closed her mouth slowly. Being able to move her jaw again felt like the greatest sensation in the world.
"Fenella, I have some water. Nod your head if you would like a drink. Do not speak."
Fenella realised how thirsty she was. She nodded her head eagerly. A cup was placed on her lips and slowly tipped. Water poured into Fenella's mouth. She gulped it down. The cup was taken from her mouth.
"And now I have some vitamin tablets. Would you like them? Nod your head for yes, shake it for no. It's entirely up to you. You will be fed, but not until tomorrow. You will not be punished if you don't take them."
Fenella briefly considered what to do. Pills? Should she be suspicious? There was certainly no need to drug her. She'd already been captured. She was already chained up in a bank vault. Why else would they give her drugs?
She nodded her rubber-hooded head. She felt three pills being slipped into her mouth. The cup was again placed to her lips; she drank the water and swallowed the pills.
"You're a very good girl, Fenella. Now, let's see about your hood. When it comes off, keep looking forward. Do you understand my instructions, Fenella? Nod your head."
Fenella nodded. She immediately felt the tight black rubber being pulled up and away from her head. The sensation of the cool air on her sweaty face was glorious. Sweat dripped down her neck. She immediately closed her eyes. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the blackness and now had problems adjusting to the light.
"Don't move your head, Fenella. Keep looking forward."
Fenella slowly opened her eyes. They slowly adjusted to the light. She was standing in the middle of a reasonable sized metal room. In front of her was the vault door. It was ajar, and was around ten centimetres thick. The room was lit by strip lights on the metal ceiling.
"Fenella, you may look around, but do not turn your head around towards me."
She looked to her left. Hanging from the wall was a variety of different restraints: shackles, chains, hoods, handcuffs, ropes, gags, blindfolds and devices which Fenella didn't recognise.
She looked to her right and saw two cages. A narrow, tall standing cage and the one in which she'd arrived. It looked as small as it had felt while she'd been its occupant.
She looked further to her left and right and saw her wrist chains stretched out towards large metal eyeholes which were bolted solidly to the metal walls. She gave them an experimental tug but the result was inevitable. She heard a chuckle through her earpieces.
She looked down. The manacles on her splayed out ankles were connected with short pieces of chain to eyeholes bolted to the metal floor. She looked around the room and saw eyeholes bolted to the walls, floor and ceiling in a variety of different places. Many already had chains hanging from them. Some of the chains were connected to empty shackles and manacles.
Then Fenella noticed the cameras. There was a camera mounted in each of the ceiling corners of the room in front of her. She guessed that there would be more behind her. There were also several others in different places, some at eye level, some at waist level, some on the floor. All were pointed at her restrained body. It was like being in some weird perverted version of the Big Brother house. She'd been asked to go on that show once. She'd said no.
"Well, Fenella. I hope you like your new home. It has a few basic amenities behind you but we'll discuss them another time because as I said earlier, your chains won't come off tonight. Now, look directly forward. I'm now going to reach in front of your face and show you what is now going to be placed over your head. Nod your head if you understand."
Fenella stared forward. She nodded her head. Fear filled her mind at the thought of the ball gag and rubber hood going back on. A hand and a bare arm reached in front of her face. The hand was holding a large black gasmask. Lots of straps hung from it. The inside of the mask was placed directly in front of her face. The eyes had been blacked out.
"Believe you me, Fenella, when I say this is a much less uncomfortable option than the rubber hood and ball gag. Nod if you agree, Fenella."
Fenella trembled with frustration and rage.
"I said nod, Fenella."
The voice had an edge to it. Fenella nodded briefly and quickly.
"Good girl, Fenella. The mask has an internal gag. It will go into your mouth when the mask is placed on your face. The gag has a tube down the centre to allow air to pass directly through it and into your mouth."
Fenella looked inside the mouthpiece of the mask. There was a short black rubber cylinder connected to the front of the mask. On the end of the cylinder was another ball. Unlike the ball gag, this ball had an opening to allow air to pass through. Fenella panicked.
"NO!' yelled Fenella. She turned her head from side to side as much as her metal collar would allow.
"Oh, Fenella, you're making things difficult again."
Fenella felt a hard blow to her stomach. She yelled out in pain. As she opened her mouth, the man clamped the gasmask over her face. The black rubber ball went straight into her mouth. Once again, she was in darkness, and ball gagged. She felt the straps being pulled painfully tight round the back of her head and neck.
The ball was directly in her mouth. It wasn't quite as big as her previous ball gag. She was actually able to close her lips around the black rubber cylinder which held it in place.
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
Fenella felt another blow to her stomach. She saw stars. She breathed in desperately - but nothing came. There was no air in the mask. She sucked at the ball, hoping air would arrive. Nothing happened. She panicked again, yelling out desperately for any kind of help. She thrashed her head around. She strained against her chain bondage.
"Let me adjust this."
Fenella's masked head was gripped firmly. She felt something being unscrewed over the mouthpiece. She sucked on the ball and air arrived. She sucked in as much as possible. Air filled the mask. Fenella relaxed, just a little.
"You see, Fenella, we now have direct control over your breathing as well as your body. This is all part of your punishment. And very soon we should see something else happen as well. Let me just help things along a little."
Fenella felt vibrations deep inside her, from the huge dildo and butt plug buried in her intimate orifices. Waves of pleasure swept through her, fighting all the pain and discomfort from her nipple clamps, mask and chains. A strange sensation grew and grew in her. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She was on the point of orgasm, when the vibrations stopped, leaving her very frustrated. She moaned into her mask.
"Oh, shut up, Fenella. I'm going now. But before I leave you, there's one more thing you need to know. One of those pills I slipped you, it was a powerful stimulant. You'll be awake all night, and your senses will be amplified. You'll feel every bit of pain, and pleasure, tenfold. And another pill was a dose of hormones to increase your sexual urges. You'll feel more and more frustrated. And it's going to last all night long. THIS is your punishment. Have a good night, pretty girl!"
There was a click inside Fenella's ears and the voice stopped. She felt a rush of cold air on her body. She guessed the vault door had just been slammed shut.
Suddenly, there was an explosion in her ears. White noise hit her, almost unbearably loud. Like a badly tuned TV at full volume. Relentless, never ending, it echoed through her brain.
Fenella became acutely aware of all of her restraints. The chains held her body in its unnatural X shape and made her shoulders and her thighs burn. The manacles dug painfully into her wrists and ankles as she desperately attempted to create a slight easing in the tension on her body. The nipple clamps with their attached weights tortured her breasts.
And she really had to concentrate on her breathing. She had to suck through the ball gag to get the air her body so desperately needed.
And the white noise kept playing through her earpieces, sonic torture.
And the vibrators kept going on, driving her to the brink of orgasm, and then cutting off just before she came. She was being driven mad with frustration.
Fenella began to sob.
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