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exhausted... or nearly so. Her heart was thumping, her
breath coming in pants, her skin flushed and shining with sweat,
and if it wasn't for the fan-generated breeze moving the air
around her straining body she probably would have been in an
even worse way. She was also naked and her entire
body inescapably restrained.
Some time earlier, naked, her wrists crossed and bound behind
her back with synthetic rubber tubing and her lips sealed by a
wide, broad strip of Microfoam tape, she'd followed her
mini-robot guide to yet another subterranean chamber lined with
vertical panels no doubt hiding yet more robo-arms with
cunning arrays of interchangeable manipulators—and centered in
the space was an elaborate, complex, sinister, yet arguably
aesthetically stylish mechanism of highly polished
stainless steel. Armature? Scaffolding?
Framework? Whatever its official designation, it was a
collection of heavy-duty articulated rods, interlocking gears,
pistons, braided steel cables, complicated pulley arrangements,
and padded clamps, all of which were open and ready to close
around any available body-parts and were definitely sinister.
The mechanism gave Edwina a very bad feeling as the
chamber door whisked closed behind her. She continued
staring at the apparatus, not knowing what else she was supposed
to do. Then, as expected and feared, the vertical panels
snapped open and a dozen robot arms quickly extended in her
direction and lifted her naked body into the air once again, and
her cooperation with whatever the system intended was neither
necessary nor expected.
The nude captive didn't bother struggling... much... and even
though the infamous shock-collar wasn't around her neck, when
the tape was peeled from her lips she refrained from voicing
complaints, demands, and/or insults, articulate or
otherwise. The robots released and removed her wrist
bonds. Edwina still hadn't gathered sufficient data to
form an understanding of the functional details of Lydia's
synthetic rubber-tubing bondage system, but she did know
that once applied it was totally inescapable. In any case,
when the system "wanted" it to happen, the tubing disconnected
and disappeared into the manipulator mechanisms. It was
remarkable... in a perverse misuse of advanced technology sort
Next, working with their usual elegant and superbly coordinated
finesse, the arms pressed Edwina's body against the
thing-in-the-middle-of-the-chamber, and as she'd feared, its
padded clamps snapped closed and tightened around her upper
arms, waist, thighs, upper chest, neck, and—after a quick-change
with the robo-arms' manipulator-clamps—her wrists and ankles.
"Ohhh..." Edwina whined in frustration as she tugged, squirmed,
and tested the restraining power her new bonds. She was
hovering in midair in a sitting position with her bare feet
about two feet off the floor, as if she was seated in an
invisible floating armchair (with padded restraints). It
evenly supported her weight in a more-or-less uniform manner so
she was arguably comfortable. Also, totally helpless.
There was a pause as a gigantic flat-screen monitor lowered from
the ceiling directly in front of her and the lights dimmed...
then text and an obviously computer generated image of a female
figure appeared. Edwina noted the image in question had
more than a passing resemblance to herself, both in features and
physique. The three-dimensional figure even had Edwina's
complicated French braid, and she was clamped in the embrace of
a computer-generated version of the machine imprisoning Edwina
herself. And oh by the way, Edwina's nearly semi-realistic
virtual twin was also naked (which reminded Edwina of her
own involuntary immodest condition).
Edwina scanned the text. It was organized in a table with
the overall title: RESISTANCE TRAINING, and each row listed a
specific exercise—SQUATS, LUNGES, DEAD-LIFTS, PULL-UPS, LAT
PULL-DOWNS, BENT-OVER ROW, PUSH-UPS, BENCH PRESS, etc., etc.—and
each exercise specified the number of required
repetitions. Unfortunately, Edwina wasn't a aficionado of
weight training and had only the vaguest idea of how most of the
exercises listed were performed, nor did she understand how she
was supposed to do anything while helplessly
"Commence preliminary warm-up and
Edwina heaved a deep
sigh. Oh bother. It was her old
friend the disembodied and irritatingly obsolete
synthetic voice was back and giving more orders.
"Conform with the actions of the
illustrated figure. The machine will allow the
required movement and provide the required resistance.
Failure to follow instructions will result in punishment."
Edwina wondered. What punishment? At least
the purpose of the mechanism holding her prisoner was now
clear... assuming the diabolical thing actually worked.
There was a hum of servo motors, and—Oh no!—a pair of
what amounted to wire-form bra-cups deployed from either side,
closed over her breasts, and pressed tight while the same
thing happened to her virtual twin on the screen. The cups
fit the contours of Edwina's modest tits quite well, another
example of sophisticated custom design. Ominously,
wherever two of the cups' curved wires met a tiny copper cone
pointed inwards, and all of them were now dimpling her pink
If anything, Dr. Edwina Bliss was quick on the uptake. Oh,
that punishment. She swallowed nervously. It
was now obvious. The system would zap her breasts
if she didn't obey its instructions!
"Prepare for punishment demonstration."
Edwina's eyes popped
wide. "No! Wait! That won't be n—AHHH!"
The bra cups had, indeed, zapped her breasts, and it had
been dreadful! The collar punishments had been
even more painful, but the wire-form-bra and its many
copper cones was certainly painful enough. The
copper-studded bra was monstrous... as well as
On the screen, the
computer generated image of naked Edwina began doing slow
jumping jacks in mid air, and the real naked Edwina
quickly followed suit. The machine's servos whined, gears
turned, cables slid through pulleys, and the machine conformed
to Edwina's attempted motions while still providing
support. Edwina had to admit that once again the
technology involved was impressive. She kept flailing her
arms and legs in the required manner as she felt her breath
quickening and her muscles warming... and she very much feared
this was only the beginning of what would be a strenuous ordeal.
Several very long minutes of strenuous effort later...
at least a half hour... Edwina had struggled through every
exercise listed on the first column of the projection screen's
table, and according to additional columns, additional sets with
an increasing numbers of reps and increasing resistance
levels were still required! Edwina wasn't at all sure she
was up to the task, but she had no choice but to keep trying.
So far, Edwina had been spared additional breast-zapping
punishments, but as her strength began to flag, the bra-cups
began providing tingling "encouragement" for her to redouble her
efforts. Her muscles burned, she was already sore in
places that had never before been sore in her life, and her
entire body was flushed and dripping with sweat. And the
system wasn't finished with her!
Edwina gasped for breath... her muscles strained... the
servo-motors whined... and Test Subject Bliss' daily exercise
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learned long ago that she could only goof off for so long before
she was overwhelmed by the urge to check in on her
business concerns and/or continue one or more of her ongoing
research projects. She heaved a sigh, rose from her lounge
chair out on the deck, executed an extended full-body stretch
(testing the strength of the strings of her white bikini and the
fabric of the bra-cups themselves), then gracefully padded to
her bedroom office and settled into her ultra-comfortable office
chair. As she did so the system automatically activated
the multiple screens arrayed in an arc across the far side of
her desk. She scanned their contents for a few seconds...
then her fingers began dancing over the desktop's virtual
keyboard and glide-pad.
All was well. Λ≡LIOS ÇYB≡RTRONICS™ was humming along as
expected, generating billions of dollars of revenue from
innumerable endeavors and (from a human perspective) reinvesting
it as quickly as it was accrued; and all of this was happening
with minimal human intervention. The corporation's
high-level executives were earning their colossal paychecks, but
as usual it was Lydia's expert system software that was doing
most of the heavy lifting and keeping the multi-dimensional
business plan on track.
The news of the day from traditional journalists and social
media sources was largely uninteresting. Her data filters,
fine-tuned with years of machine-learning, had flagged nothing
requiring her immediate attention; and that included the
apparent and/or alleged disappearance of the actress Alice
Lindgren. Lucasfilm and Disney continued working on their
blockbuster SciFi franchise project without pause. Most of
those involved still wanted Alice to play the crucial role in
which she'd already been cast... but where was she? Her
agent claimed to be as much in the dark as the rest of them, the
police had found no credible evidence that foul play was
involved, and so far the entertainment media hadn't picked up on
the "story." Eventually, as the "Alice Lindgren kidnapping
case" grew colder and colder, the studios would have no choice
but to re-cast Alice's role, the police would close their files,
and the world would move on... but it hadn't happened yet.
On the home front, a subroutine of the Test Subject Edwina
sub-system had flagged something User 00 (Lydia) might find
interesting and/or entertaining and had cued up a copy in her
in-basket. The time-stamp on the file was about an hour in
the past. She smiled and tapped the relevant icon on the
relevant screen and video of the something in question began
playing on the wall-sized mega-screen directly in front of the
The onscreen image of Edwina was larger than life, and she was
also naked and clearly quite furious.
"Lydia! Lydia Aelios! Show your face, you barmy nutter!
I have a few choice words for you!"
Dr. Bliss was surrounded by several general purpose robo-arms
with general purpose prisoner-handling attachments—and they were
closing in on the angry test subject.
"No! Stay away! Let me go! Let me go immediately!
When the restraint routine had run its course, Edwina's bare
feet were deposited back on the chamber floor, her wrists were
now crossed and bound with Lydia's revolutionary new synthetic
rubber tubing and her lips sealed with a generous strip of
hypoallergenic tape, but was otherwise naked and unrestrained.
The prisoner's attitude, however, was anything but unrestrained.
"Mrrmpfh!" She stamped her bare feet, tugged on her bound
wrists, twisted her hips, and rolled her shoulders. The
only practical effect was to cause her modest boobs to bounce
and sway (a little). She was quite upset.
Lydia smiled. So... Edwina Bliss wasn't the docile little
captive resigned to her fate she pretended to be. Remove
her collar and the deliciously cute and oh-so-proper Brit was as
feisty and high-spirited as ever (within the limits of her
proper English reserve, of course). This was probably why
the Psychological Expert System software had approved flagging
Test Subject Bliss' "diatribe" for Lydia's attention.
Psychology was hardly an exact science and Lydia knew she could
rely on the software to manage Edwina's "conversion" only so
far. Occasionally, she'd have to personally assess the
situation and adjust the sub-program's parameters as required.
Lydia's smile morphed into a truly wicked grin as she rose from
her office chair. This will probably be fun, she
mused as she padded towards the elevator to the lower
levels. However, halfway there she decided to take a
detour to the deck off the bedroom. She stood in the open
doorway and gazed at her girlfriend.
Alice's sunbathing experience was something like a half hour in
the past. Midway through the session the capture-bots had
released her spreadeagled, sweaty, and cocoa-butter slathered
body, flipped her over onto her stomach and boobs (easily
controlling her struggles while they did so), and restored her
wrist and ankle-bonds. Lydia had then applied cocoa-butter
to her back, butt, and other not-yet-anointed anatomy... taking
her time in the process... and the sunbathing had continued.
When the session-timer reached zero, the canvas sunscreen
overhead deployed, shading that portion of the deck, Alice's
slab or lounge-platform lowered itself to a fully horizontal
position, and the capture-bots rumbled close and revised Alice's
bondage. Unfortunately for Alice, the post-session change
was much more extensive and restrictive than a
Alice was now hogtied. Alice was now elaborately hogtied.
In fact, an objective observer might argue that Alice was now ridiculously
The blonde's hands were behind her back, palm-to-palm, and
virtually mummified in a macramé-like web of synthetic rubber
tubing from her wrists to her fingertips. More tubing
pinned her elbows together and her arms against her back and
butt by means of an upper-body harness that framed her breasts
and yoked her shoulders. More tubing lashed her
forearms to her waist, with tight cinching strands between her
waist and arms. Additional strands passed through her
crotch, cleaved her butt-cheeks, and both framed and cleaved
her pussy. The crotch-tubing also pressed her mummified
hands against her butt.
As for her legs, Alice was bound at her mid-thighs, above and
below her knees, her mid-lower-legs, and her ankles, feet, and
big-toes. Finally, enforcing the aforementioned hogtie,
her wrist and ankle-bonds were lashed tightly together in close
proximity, her toes and foot-bonds linked to the
upper-body-harness at the level of her shoulder blades, and her
thighs lashed to her lower-leg-bonds, with hitches and cinches
to make everything one complex system of stretched tubular
synthetic rubber. Alice was essentially balanced on her
stomach, with her knees and most of her breasts hovering just
above the slab's padding.
Adding torment to confinement, the capture-bots had released the
tight hair-bun that had ensured maximum exposure of Alice's face
to the sun, folded her golden tresses back onto themselves,
wrapped it all in a neat, tight sheath of rubber-tubing, then
linked the result to her big-toe-bonds! As a result,
Alice's chin was raised and her head pulled back and
As usual with Lydia's amazing new synthetic-rubber-tubing
bondage system, all of the strands were stretched the same
amount, distributing the tension over Alice's entire body.
Her tan skin still glistened with cocoa butter and sweat and her
pale-blue eyes were angry and glaring at the person
ultimately responsible for her condition, Lydia Aelios.
She would have told the smiling, bikini-clad brunette exactly
what she thought of her, but the captive's lips were sealed by a
taut, stretched, generous strip of Microfoam tape.
A thrill of erotic power rippled through Lydia's pussy
and up her spine as she gazed at her incredibly helpless and
beautiful girlfriend... but she decided not to say
anything. She limited her gloating to a self-satisfied
smile... then continued on to the elevator.
Alice watched her go... and settled in to suffer in
solitude. (She didn't count the machines overseeing and
implementing her ongoing ordeal as company).
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To her vast
surprise, Edwina survived the entire training session
without having her boobs fried. She completed the final
rep of the final exercise (which filled in the final cell of the
session table displayed on the gigantic flat-screen
monitor). Her heart pounding, her breath coming in pants,
her skin flushed and dripping with sweat, and her muscles burning,
Edwina relaxed in the machine's inescapable padded
restraining-clamps. She heard humming motors, opened her
eyes, and watched as the now blank monitor disappear into the
ceiling. At the same time, the system was transferring
custody of her limp body to a pair of mobile capture-bots... and
they rolled out the door and transported her to a tiled
chamber. She barely noticed as that room's robot arms
subjected her to another involuntary rinsing, soaping,
scrubbing, and generalized external cleansing. Next, still
naked but no longer hot and sweaty, the capture-bots regained
custody and transferred her to yet another chamber. This
one had a padded floor and walls of a kind Edwina had
So, was Edwina going to be allowed to rest? Almost.
The vertical wall panels snapped open, the inevitable robo-arms
deployed, seized the exhausted test subject, then proceeded to
bind her from head to toe with more synthetic rubber
tubing. When they were finished, Edwina was lying on her
side on the padded floor with her wrists crossed and lashed
together behind her back—her big-toes, feet, and ankles tied
together—and a neat ladder-tie of slightly stretched tubing
binding her legs together, pinning her arms against her torso,
and yoking her shoulders. All the bindings were cinched
between her legs, her arms and torso, and through her crotch.
Edwina's long brown hair had been released from its former
French braid back in the bathing chamber, and while it was now
clean and dry (like the rest of her) it was also badly in need
of a thorough brushing and combing. In fact, it was a
tousled and disgraceful tangle draped around her head with
strands trailing across her pouting face. She shook the
mass to either side of her head as best she could, and watched
as the capture-bots trundled from the chamber, the door whisked
closed, and the robo-arms returned to their alcoves and the
covers snapped shut.
Edwina wasn't gagged (for once) but decided to keep her
disgruntled comments to herself. Why waste clever (and
snarky) repartee on computer code and robot hardware? She
heaved a sigh, stretched in her bonds (which stretched back),
then closed her eyes.
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"Wha?" Edwina muttered as she opened her eyes, smacked her lips,
swallowed, and blinked. She'd been awakened by the opening
of the chamber door. She shook the hair from her face as
best she could, with limited success, and directly in front of
her found a pair of bare feet! She lifted her chin off the
padded floor, looked up, and scowled. "You!" she
The feet belonged to Lydia, who was standing with her hands on
her hips and smiling down at the prone, naked, tightly bound
Edwina Bliss. For some reason the
mad-scientist/despicable-kidnapper was wearing a skimpy white
bikini (with a pair of folded sunglasses tucked between the
bra-cups and dangling between her breasts) and nothing else (not
that Edwina cared).
"I got your message," Lydia with in gloating purr. "You
have something you'd like to say?"
Edwina swallowed and marshaled her resolve. This was her
chance, and it might be her only chance. "You villain!"
she accused. "I know the real reason you're
treating me in such a deplorable and uncivilized manner,
and it has nothing to do with your supposed girlfriend
or your wounded heart."
"I see," Lydia chuckled. Her smile became truly
evil. "And that reason would be?"
This had better work, Edwina thought. "Professional
jealousy!" she huffed.
Lydia's pale blue eyes widened in surprise. "J-jealousy?"
she chuckled. "Are you serious?"
"Almost immediately after I entered your employ it became
obvious that I am clearly your intellectual superior,"
Edwina stated. (That wasn't even remotely true, but she
knew she had to make Lydia angry.) "You have some middling
talent in coding, but once you created... or stole... your
first expert system programs, you began relying on them for the
bulk of your so-called research. You're a charlatan,
and you're envious of my talent!"
Lydia shook her head. "Oh, Dr. Bliss... you disappoint
me. You know that's utter nonsense."
Edwina scowled at her captor. "Without my work you'd still
be spinning your wheels with your high-level control algorithms,
like you had for months... if not years."
"Nonsense," Lydia chuckled.
Edwina swallowed with carefully hidden nervousness. It was
time to strike the main blow. "Prove it!"
"Prove you don't need my work!" Edwina responded. "Isolate
all my files, personal and especially professional, in
a closed archive—but I know you won't do that!"
Edwina and Lydia, captive and captor, scientist and scientist,
locked eyes. Edwina's heart was hammering (which she hoped
Lydia wasn't noticing) and Lydia's superior, gloating smile had
slowly morphed into a cold stare. Finally...
"This is user zero-zero," Lydia announced (obviously for the
listening system). "Isolate all of Dr. Bliss' files in a
"Acknowledged. ... Process
working. ... Process complete."
Lydia's smile returned. "There. It's done. Now
what do you have to say for yourself?"
Edwina's heart was still hammering. Would it work?
Was the worm she'd planted in the servers working? She had
to be careful not to make Lydia suspect something might be
happening. "You're jealous and your work is inferior," she
Lydia's expression remained the same... but Edwina noted her
blue eyes were now decidedly cold.
"I should have the system move on to the next test regime immediately,"
Lydia said, "but instead, I'll let the prescribed rest period
play out. However, I will tell you that next up
is an especially unpleasant routine involving a great
deal of nipple pain and involuntary orgasms. There will be
no gag, so you'll have plenty of opportunity to scream yourself
hoarse... and afterwards I'll have the system restore your
pretty collar so I won't have to listen to any more of your
insulting, petulant falsehoods, ever again." And with
that, she spun on her bare feet and padded through the chamber
Edwina watched as the door whisked closed behind her bikini-clad
captor... then heaved a relieved sigh. It was done!
Assuming that her worms hadn't been purged from the system, even
now they would be rewriting all of the high-level
administrative access tables across the entire network.
When they were done... assuming nothing went wrong... she should
be able to terminate Lydia's test program and free her with a
simple command! Then, she'd have it direct her to the
closest workstation and she could start dealing with the entire
situation. Edwina lay on her side on the semi-soft
padding, naked and inescapably bound in Lydia's hateful
synthetic rubber tubing, from her big toes to her shoulders, and
stared up at the ceiling.
It was fortunate Lydia hadn't decided to have the system gag her
or restore the shock-collar immediately. She wants me
to scream in pain, the captive thought, and that can't
happen with the collar around my neck and paralyzing my larynx.
It would have been truly hateful and ironic to have her voice
silenced now, when a few well chosen words should be able to
restore her freedom... and Alice's freedom as well.
Edwina rolled onto her back and bound arms, bent her knees and
rested the soles of her rubber-tubing-bound feet on the padded
floor, and continued staring upwards. It would be prudent
to wait until the system had plenty of time to distribute the
worm-revised access instructions throughout all the
servers. That way there would much less chance of a
conflict alerting Lydia that what amounted to a cyber-coup was
in progress. Right now (assuming the worms had worked)
Edwina and Lydia had equal authority, but Lydia had more
knowledge of the ins and outs of the software. Edwina
needed to maintain the element of surprise.
Edwina reviewed her next words... deciding exactly how to phrase
her commands for optimal result and minimal conflict with the
probable structure of the protocols managing her captivity...
and trying not to worry that it was all in vain, that the worm
had already been purged or had failed and she would remain the
system's test subject and Lydia's plaything.
Finally, after about five seemingly endless minutes,
Edwina decided the time was right, licked her lips, swallowed,
"This is an executive command from user zero-zero: release all
test subject restraints at this location."
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her head as she rode the elevator to the top. She wouldn't
have thought Edwina Bliss could be that petty. They were
both brilliant scientists, and they both knew it. Edwina
accusing her of professional jealousy was... silly. It
must be a reaction to the stress of her situation, Lydia
decided. Perhaps I should go easier on her, slow the
pace of the test program, and give her more time to adjust to
being an erotic torture guinea-pig. Lydia's smile
took a sinister twist. But that would mean even
more delay in introducing Alice to all the exquisitely
creative punishments I've been planning for her for all these
years. No, Edwina will just have to suck it up
and get with the program... not that she has any real choice
in the matter.
In Lydia's absence, as usual, the array of monitors in the
office had all gone dark, and that included the small
flat-screen off to one side that would otherwise be displaying
an unusual amount of activity among the upper tier
administrative servers dedicated to the coordination and
de-confliction of the
Anyway, rather than returning to the office, Lydia padded out
onto the deck and focused her gloating smile on Alice, who was
still naked, hogtied in a tight bundle, gagged with a strip of
off-white tape, and balanced on her tummy on the white canvas
padding of the "tanning slab." At the moment, Lydia's
blonde girlfriend's eyes were closed and her contorted body
"relaxed" in the elastic embrace of her incredible bonds.
"Poor baby," Lydia purred. "That looks so very
uncomfortable. Are you sorry you broke my heart all those
Alice's only response was to open her pale blue eyes, focus on
her captor... then close them again.
"No?" Lydia sighed. "No matter. I'm going to punish
you anyway... but I think we've had enough fun for now."
Next on Alice's schedule was several hours of rest... but it
would be rather unusual rest. "Put her away,"
Lydia ordered as she spun on her bare feet and padded away, not
back into the bedroom but continuing around the deck.
The order had been for the system, of course, and the pair of
mobile capture-bots that had been patiently waiting (meaning had
been powered down and off to one side) sprung into action and
trundled towards Alice and the slab. Lydia didn't even
bother looking back to watch as the robots lifted Alice's
hogtied form off the slab and lowered her onto the top of one of
the bots, which used its arms to hold her secure. Then,
the automatons rolled away with their precious cargo in the
direction of the nearest elevator.
Lydia had decided it was time for her own daily exercise.
She turned a corner and arrived at a rectangular pool of clear,
mirror-still water set in the deck. It was about eight
feet by fourteen feet by four and a half feet deep, and was of
the "endless" variety, designed for exercise rather than
recreation. Powerful water jets were built into the front
end and when energized would require a hypothetical swimmer to
work hard to maintain a mid-pool position and not be carried
against the back wall.
After placing her sunglasses on a nearby café table, Lydia
gracefully stepped onto the slightly raised lip of the pool,
then stepped off into the water. She was now standing on a
slab of thick glass with the water sloshing against her
breasts. Directly below the pool was a
lounge/conversation-area she sometimes (very rarely)
used for meeting with her most senior executives and/or VIP
visitors. At the moment the lounge was empty, of course,
but a hypothetical occupant sitting on one of the comfy
Ultramodern chairs or sofas would be able to look up at the
rectangular "skylight" overhead and watch as the water-jets
began churning and Lydia began swimming a leisurely
The water was unheated, but this time of year it was cool rather
than cold, and the exercise was invigorating. Lydia's
brown hair streaming behind her back as she easily kept pace
with the artificial current. Lydia smiled as she
contemplated "Mermaid On the Hook," a punishment she had planned
for her beloved. In it, Alice would be encased in a
skintight latex single-sleeve (trouser leg?) sheath from her
hips to her toes. It would bind her legs together but
would allow some flexibility for her knees and the ability to
point her feet, and it would have a built-in swim-fin similar to
those worn by conventional divers, but with both feet tucked
into a single generous fin.
Once installed in the mermaid sheath, Alice would be unable to
free herself, even if her fingers and hands were free; but, of
course, they wouldn't be. Her arms would be folded behind
her back and bound in a latex sheath tightly encasing her
fingers, hands, and forearms from elbow-to-elbow. The
harness system would include a bra-strap that would capture
Alice's breasts, but the cups would have generous circular
openings to expose her nipples.
So, once dropped into the endless pool, Alice's only options
would be to either let the artificial current carry her against
the far wall, or to start swimming. However, the system
had a clever and cruel detail that would encourage her to take
the first option and get her daily exercise. A pair of
spring-loaded nipple-clamps, each with a length of high-test
fishing line attached to the front wall, would be pinching her
nipples! So, if Alice chose not to swim, she'd
find herself suspended in midstream by her nipples! The
clamps were designed to tighten to a non-damaging but
nonetheless quite painful tightness, then lock until the
attached fishing-line went slack—and the only way Alice could
make that happen would be to swim... and keep on swimming.
The dolphin kick would be her obvious choice, and over time it
would make for a very intense abdominal workout.
Dr. Bliss would be testing the system first, of course, and her
mermaid costume would be plain and utilitarian, probably in the
same translucent natural-rubber amber color as Lydia's
Revolutionary New & Improved Synthetic-Rubber Tubing Bondage
On the other hand, Alice's costume was planned to be
"realistic." It was silly, really, but Lydia liked the
idea of Alice as a mermaid, with silver-blue scales and
realistically fish-like fins and tail, as if she really was
a mermaid. Also, the bra would incorporate a pair of
very large scallop shells with circular cutouts for her nipples
(so the clamps could get at them) and they'd be held in place by
synthetic rubber tubing made to look like strands of kelp with a
few short, drifting, decorative leaves. The same would go
for the bra-box-tie-sheath, meaning it would also resemble kelp.
A thrill rippled through Lydia's bikini-bottom-covered pussy as
she churned through the water. Alice will make a gorgeous
mermaid! she thought.
Lydia couldn't be happier, reveling in her limitless
power as she swam with strong, sure strokes and graceful,
fluttering kicks through the cool water. She was in total
control of everything and everyone in
her ultra-modern mansion and subterranean lair ... and it was
only the beginning!
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