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** Introduction **
I am just a chauffeur for the clinique. I don't know everything that goes on
there, I just know it is some kind of school or therapy facility for young
girls. My job is to drive the clinique limousine from the office in town to the
campus in the mountains, about a one hour drive. The only passengers I ever
pick up are little girls, usually around ten years old, some as young as eight
or nine, but none older than twelve.
This ride was my second for today and it went about the same as all the others.
I pulled into the underground garage, the little girl was escorted by a matron
from the private elavator directly to my waiting limo. The girls always wore a
poncho with a hood over their head and wide, dark sunglasses. This little girl
was lead by her shoulders into the back seat by her attendant. I closed the
door to leave them in privacy and began the commute to the mountainside
retreat. I have no idea what goes on in the private compartment of the limo.
Not a word is ever exchanged between myself or the staff or the arriving little
girl.
The drive was uneventful and in due course the large gates to the campus were
opened electronically, and I negotiated the long winding driveway to the
entrance. As was the usual course I pulled in front of the main door, left the
limo to hold the door open for my passengers, and another attendant brought a
wheelchair to wheel the young girl inside. I guess they needed the chair
because the little girl was barefoot. They were always barefoot.
The matron escort then handed me a handsome check for my efforts, for which I
was extremely grateful. Some day I am going to ask what goes at this place. No,
I won't. My employment agreement includes a non-disclosure clause, I am to ask
nothing and I am to tell nothing, short and sweet. I had my attorney review it
and he basically advised me to sign it if I wanted to work for the clinique,
and to keep my mouth shut unless I wanted to pay some hefty financial
penalties. Probably just some private thing for a bunch of spoiled rich brats.
No problem. I took the check and returned their limo to their office in town.
** Cindi's Arrival **
Cindi's parents pulled up in front of the clinique's in town office and parked
in the reserved parking place. From the back seat of the Bentley Cindi leaned
forward to hug her mommy.
"Can't you and daddy go in with me mommy?" she pleaded.
"No dear, we're not supposed to. From here on the clinique will take care of
you. They will let us know when we can come visit after you've settled in."
Mom knew this was only partially true. The terse agreement the parents had
signed gave the institution complete and total control over all matters
pertaining to Cindi, and that the clinique will inform them when it deems to be
the proper time for any visits, if ever. But Cindi's parents were sure this all
in Cindi's best interest. Some of the things they agreed to seemed odd, even
severe, but they were content to let the clinique handle "details" and free
them from responsiblity. Even the clause about "medical adjustments as
necessary to prepare and maintain the child according to the clinique's
requirements and standards" appeared to be all in Cindi's best interest. She
was growing up and discipline was an aspect of her development that they were
willing to let the experts on staff manage.
As specified a security officer approached their car to take Cindi into the
custody of the clinique.
"Now you be a brave girl and go with the nice man," Cindi's mom urged. The
little ten year old hugged mommy and daddy once more before leaving the car.
From here on her life would be under the complete control of the clinique.
"Good afternoon, and have a safe trip back" were the only words spoken by the
the security agent. He took Cindi's hand firmly, a little too firmly she
thought, and led her into the lobby. Cindi turned her head for a last glance as
mommy and daddy pulled away in the big Rolls.
The security man led Cindi to a private elevator, continuing his firm grip on
her little hand. His silence caused her to shudder slightly. The elavator went
down one floor. The security agent inserted a card into a slot on the panel and
the door opened. He led her out and down the hall to the first office door, all
the while keeping his firm grip.
"Please remove you shoes Cindi" the man said, or commanded.
Cindy thought it an odd request, but assumed there was fancy carpet in the
office. Since he still held a tight grip on her hand she put the toe of one
shoe against the heel of the other and lifted her foot out. She removed her
other shoe in the same manner. Once she was barefoot the man acknowledged her
compliance with a curt "Thank you".
With his free hand he inserted the pass card into a slot on the door and it
opened automatically. Cindi noticed there was no knob on the door. Cindi was
led into the office suite, her shoes remained outside. The carpet was lush and
thick under her barefeet, she enjoyed the feel. She recalled her mother
instructed her to not wear socks when dressing this morning. Did mom know about
the thick carpet? Actually the orders to her mom were shoes, panties, simple
sundress, no socks, but Cindi had no way of knowing this. In fact she had no
idea of all her mom and dad had agreed to. Cindi and her escort stopped in
front of the first office door on their right, paused a moment, and the door
opened on its own. Cindi was led into the office and looked at a stern faced
lady behind a big desk. The security man was the first to speak: "This is
Cindy, madame", then he immediately let go of her hand, turned and walked out.
The door automatically closed behind him.
Cindi stood still as the woman looked her over. She felt a little nervous. She
broke the silence by asking the woman: "When can I have my shoes back please? "
There was no reply, only the continued icy stare. Cindi fidgeted, wiggling her
big toe into the carpet.
"Silence !" the woman barked. "You will not speak until you are told to, and
you will address me as madam, do you understand ?"
Cindi recoiled in shock, she had never been spoken to like this before. "Uhh,
yes...yes mam" was her meek reply.
"I said you will call me madam ! Is that clear ?" the woman shouted. "Uhh...
yes....yes madam" , a little fright in Cindi's timid answer. The woman
continued to yell at the trembling little girl. "Stand up straight Cindi, your
posture is terrible. Hold your shoulders back and put your feet together."
Cindi immediately came to attention and placed her feet side by side with her
ankle bones touching. She forgot about her shoes in the hallway. She wouldn't
see them again, ever. Unknown to her the security man had already discarded
them.
"Now that is better. Remain standing while I go over some rules that you are to
obey. First you will remain barefoot and you will be kept barefoot. Next, you
will not speak to anyone unless they speak to you first. And you will address
all male members of the staff as sir and all female members as madam. Any
questions Miss Cindy ?"
"No mam..uh...I mean...no madam" Cindy quickly corrected her reply. Why was she
to stay barefoot, she wondered to herself. Did mom know about this? She liked
running around without her shoes, but she had never been ordered to be barefoot
before.
The stern woman continued her orders: "You are now in our control, you will do
exactly as you are told. You will not resist any of our staff members. You are
now the property of the clinique and several things will happen to you as part
of your training. You will be disciplined and learn to follow orders. We will
make some changes to you and you will be prepared to follow the rules of the
clinique. You have this one chance to ask any questions. Afterwards you will be
kept silent. Do you have any questions Miss Cindi ?"
Cindi was too stunned to say anything more. There were too many things running
through her head, too many strange words.... "In our control" ?... she was now
their "property"?.... "disciplined"?.... "make some changes to you"?.... what
kind of changes?... it was all happening too fast for her little mind to
process, she fumbled for words that just would not come.
The woman pressed a button on her desk and two other women entered the room
silently. One immediately went to Cindi and grabbed her upper arms and held
them behind her back while the other placed a strip of clear tape across
Cindi's mouth. She quickly applied two more strips in a X pattern over the
first strip, running from across her cheek to just under her chin. Cindi was
too stunned to react. In a flash the same woman that taped her mouth took the
hem of Cindi's little sundress and pulled it straight up to her shoulders. The
other woman released her tight grip on one arm while the dress was pulled over
her arm and head. Then she gripped the free arm again and momentarily released
the other arm to allow the dress to be pulled completely off. In just a matter
of seconds Cindy was tape gagged and standing in only her panties, with the
woman still holding her arms painfully behind her. She decided to not protest
her mean treatment out of fear of the three women now controlling her, but she
was sure going to let her mom know the mean things they were doing to her. Of
course Cindi could not know that her mom and dad signed a paper allowing the
clinique to "use any and all means necessary to accomplish and maintain its
goal of discipline".
Cindi was next forced to sit on a stool while handcuffs were fastened to her
wrists behind her back. Then a poncho was pulled over her and dark glasses
placed over her eyes. The glasses were dark enough to prevent her from seeing
through them and wrapped around her head to prevent her from seeing anything
around her. The woman who had been issuing orders took each of her arms and led
her out of the office. She proceeded to lead Cindi down the hall barefoot to
the private elevator and out to the clinique's waiting limo. The limo driver
obligingly held the car door open while the woman and Cindy climbed in the
back. Once inside the privacy of the limo Cindy's panties were removed and
placed in a plastic bag. They would have a further use later. Cindy sat in
forced silence for the ride to the clinique. Once at the campus Cindi was
placed in the wheelchair and wheeled inside to begin her processing.
** Cindi is Processed **
Cindy was then wheeled into a sterile exam room. Once inside the room she was
removed from the wheelchair and placed on a little stool. Thin shackles were
then placed on her little ankles.After locking her ankles tightly the staff
member informed her to "get used to the cuffs Cindi. You will be kept in some
sort of restraint all the time now". Cindi's mind recoiled in horror. The words
"all the time" shocked her. She wasn't sent to some jail. Surely mom will put a
stop to this. But alas the opposite was true. Her parents were at first against
the restraint clause. Agreeing to "any and all restraint methods and devices"
at first sounded rather severe. But the director pointed out that uniformity
was a prime objective. Each girl would be treated identically. The use of
restraints was considered vital in maintaining order, conformity, proper
behaviour, and discipline. Cindi's parents certainly wanted their little girl
to learn proper behaviour. And if restraints were deemed an integral part of
the institute's "uniform" then they saw no objection to Cindi wearing
restraints just like all the other little girls.
The staff member then started scissoring Cindi's long blonde hair, cropping it
close to her scalp. She started to sob as she watched her beautiful blonde hair
being scooped up from the floor and placed in a plastic bag, for a further use
later. Her poncho and glasses were removed and she was made to stand erect
while the stool was taken away. The same attendant then turned on a shower
directly over Cindi's head and flooded her with a stream of warm water. Then
she took a scrub brush and antiseptic liquid soap and harshly scrubbed the
little girl from head to toe and between her legs. Everything was happening too
fast for Cindi to register any protest. She was too frightened to do anything
and obediently let herself be led along. Fear continued to rise inside her.
Cool water was used to rinse the antiseptic soap from her body and caused her
to shiver uncontrollably. Her handler then led her away, soaking wet and stark
naked, to another all white sterile exam room. She hobbled along as best she
could with the tight shackles cutting into her tender little ankles.
Another attendant, clad in surgical gown and mask, took charge of Cindi in this
room. Her handcuffs were removed and she was set upon a stainless steel table.
Her freedom was short lived as her hands were pulled pulled up over her head
and spread wide apart before being fastened to wrist restraints at the top of
the table. Her ankles remained shackled. The attendant then used calipers,
measuring tapes, rulers and all sorts of devices to measure every part of her
young body. The size of her feet, from heel to big toe and from heel to little
toe was recorded.
The circumference of her big toes, ankles, knees, wrists, waist, chest, neck
and head were recorded Her shackles were removed and her ankles were locked
into restraints attached to two metal columns at the lower corners of the exam
table. These shafts could be raised or lowered, spread apart or brought
together by a pivot attachment. Cindi's legs were spread wide apart and her
feet raised high above the table, exposing her little hairless vagina. She
shivered even more, fear mounting deep inside her at her utter helplesness,
frightened at what was going to happen to her next. She did not like what was
being done to her. The attendant was inserting a caliper inside her little
opening and spreading it to measure the width from top to bottom and side to
side of her vaginal opening. A cylinder was then inserted up her vagina to
measure her vaginal depth from labia to her unbroken hymen.
Cindi breathed a sigh of relief when it was finally removed. But her relief was
short lived as another tube was inserted into her tiny anus, sampling its width
and depth. She hated this place ! She wanted her mom and dad to come get her.
But she would not be rescued. Everything that was being done to her little body
was approved by her parents in the contract they signed, allowing "any means
deemed necessary by the cliniqe to maintain discipline and control of the
subject child ".
The attendant then wiped her taped mouth with a mild solvent and removed the
tape from her lower face. "Now don't open your mouth or say anything" the
attendant ordered. Cindi remained obedient as the attendant proceeded,
recalling very vividly the matron's orders. Her mouth was forced open and
additional measurements taken. The woman in charge of Cindi then placed a very
thin strip of tape over her upper lip just beneath her nose and drew it down to
her lower lip and over her chin, holding her mouth closed Two other strips were
similarly placed over the right side and left side of her lips. A wide band of
plastic like film was placed across her mouth, covering it from corner to
corner.
A longer strip of film was placed over top the first strip, overlapping it by
about an inch on either side. Next a wider band was placed just below Cindi's
nose and smoothed down over her mouth and folded under her chin. A gentle rush
of warm air from a drying gun caused the film to shrink up, forming an airtight
seal over Cindi's mouth, ensuring her total silence. Then a clear syrupy liquid
was brushed over this mask. This liquid bonded with the plastic film and
immediately began to harden. Another blow of warm air from the drying gun and
the whole covering was now a plastic mask over her mouth, shaping itself
perfectly to Cindi's lower face. Her jaws were now locked and sealed shut.
Cindi froze in terror at the realization that she could not open her mouth !
Her attendant now set about the final stages of Cindi's prep work. The top of
the exam table that supported Cindi's closely cropped head was folded down,
forcing her to hold her head up on her own. Then a head rest was pulled up from
underneath the table to support her head. It was a cushion that had a slight
curve to it which cradled her nearly bald head. A band of nylon fabric was
wrapped around the head rest and Cindi's forehead, preventing her from moving
her head from side to side.
She could only stare straight up at the ceiling. This same fabric was wrapped
several times around Cindi's throat and the shaft under her neck. Pulled just
firm enough to allow her to breathe it further locked her head and neck in
place, fixing her gaze straight up. The sides of the table were folded down,
leaving a flat metal support a few inches narrower than Cindi' s shoulders to
support her body from her butt to her shoulders. The same webbing that
imprisoned her head was wrapped several times around her chest, just below her
nipples, holding her little body fast to the exam table, preventing any motion
on Cindi's part. A locking ring was snapped around her left big toe and a metal
pin inserted into a hole on the side of the single shackle. This pin was
inserted into a hole on the column holding her left ankle and locked in place.
Her right big toe was similarly restrained to the right column. Even her toes
were not allowed to wiggle. The attendant reviewed Cindi from head to toe. Her
ankles were locked in restraints and spread as far as they could be stretched,
raised high above table level, and completely exposing her feminine anatomy.
Her arms were equally spread and locked in place above her head by the wrist
restraints. Her head was secured to the headrest and totally immobile. Her
torso was strapped to the table. Her mouth, lips, and jaws were locked shut
behind the custom fitted mask. The attendant sprayed a light mist of antiseptic
over Cindi's body and wheeled her on the exam table to the next room, now
prepped for the modifications to her gynecology.
** Cindi's Gyne-Alterations **
The improvised custom built device lay on the stainless steel tray, next to the
table holding the captured little Cindi. What started out as a standard foley
catheter had been altered by the specialist to become an almost sinister
device. The end of the instrument that held the balloon, intended to inflate
slightly inside the recipient's bladder, was retrofitted with a larger bulb,
which when inflated would now fill over half that organ. The tube attached to
the balloon had been shortened, designed to end at the entrance of the urethra.
It was fitted to accept a cap that would seal off after the inflating liquid
had filled the balloon. Once the balloon was filled and expanded to full
capacity it's massive size would prevent it from sliding out. A drainage tube
ran along side the inflating tube, allowing urine to drain from the bladder.
Laying next to this altered contraption was an oval shaped plastic disc or
collar, designed to fit around the exit tube and hold the catheter flush
against the opening and keep it in place. This configuration was designed to
hold the catheter permanently in place, with the collar securing it flat at the
vaginal opening and the enlarged balloon anchoring it inside the bladder. Small
holes to accept pins or screws were drilled at several points around the
collar.
But before the re-designed catheter was installed inside Cindi a different
technician had another procedure to implement. He inserted a vaginal spreader
at the opening of her tiny orifice. The technician turned the crank on the
spreader steadily to push apart and widen the little girls' vaginal entrance.
Cindi tried to moan but the tightness of the latex material surrounding her
mouth locked in any sound, holding her lips and mouth closed. As the spreader
was cranked it spread her vagina painfully beyond the limits of her endurance,
and the scream she tried to make echoed only in her head as her mouth remained
permanently shut. When the spreader at last had Cindi's tiny little girl
opening to the required diameter the tech picked up a tube, also custom built
and larger than her original vaginal opening , from the sterile tray and began
to work it into her tortured vagina.
Grooves had been cut along the top and bottom of this tube to accept the blades
of the spreader. As he retracted the spreader the lower walls of her immature
cervix settled down on the intruding tube, locking it firmly in place.The
blades of the cruel spreader were removed along the precut grooves on the tube.
The addition to her vagina could not be pushed further inside her and it could
not be pulled out. Although the tube was round and made of hard rubber it
slowly conformed itself to fit the shape of her opening. The relief Cindi
started to feel at the removal of the spreader was quickly replaced by a dull
ache as her vagina cramped, unaccustomed to the invasion of the oversized
intruder.
Her vaginal muscles reacted to expel the unwanted intrusion, but it was
engineered to stay in place, and the cylinder remained firmly seated as it's
designer intended. The inside of the tube was threaded, allowing devices to be
screwed inside it. A slight rim or collar encircled the outer edge of the tube
and seated flush against her inner labia. The tech guy worked his fingers
inside the tube, satisfied that it would not twist, turn, slide in or slip out.
It was now a permanent part of Cindi's anatomy.
A different specialist now took the stool at the foot of the exam table. With
gloved hands he took the sinister looking catheter from the tray with one hand
and spread her upper labia with the other hand. With care the awful contraption
began it's excruciating journey up Cindi's urethra. The technician steadily and
firmly guided the twin tubes til they stopped just inside the little Cindi's
bladder. Every inch of progress caused a burning in the little girl's tummy
like hot coals were being inserted. Once the awful apparatus was in properly
the collar or seat was slid over the tubes and pushed up and firmly against her
tiny opening. The tech applied a couple dabs of quick drying epoxy where tubes
and seat plate joined, permanently bonding the two components. The collar plate
would keep the tubes from going any further up her urethra and was seated
firmly around Cindi's little pee opening.
With great precision the gyno-tech carefully apllied a hot knife to the balloon
tube, cutting it off nearly even with the seat plate. The solid bands of
restraint fabric around Cindi's throat and head locked her pretty head against
the headrest. She could only look straight up at the ceiling and had no way of
seeing the rearranging of her feminine anatomy. She lay in terror, unable to
move, unable to shield her vagina from the alterations being performed on her.
All the fear gripping her little body was nothing compared to what lay ahead
for the helpless and happless ten year old. The tech working on her now picked
up a long syringe filled with a clear syrup looking substance. The tip of the
syringe was inserted into the balloon tube hole and the tech slowly pushed the
plunger, forcing the gooey stuff up the tube to fill the balloon in her
bladder. The balloon inflated to it's maximum capacity and crowded half of her
bladder. The syringe was removed and left on a separate tray. A cap was
attached to the balloon tube opening with the same permanent epoxy. Now only
the urine tube protruded. Before proceeding the specialist removed the
previously used syringe from the non-sterile tray to be discarded. He observed
that the goo remaining in the syringe was now starting to set. It was quickly
hardening into a solid gel, right on time. The same substance that filled the
balloon in little Cindi's bladder was at about the same state of solidifying,
permanently seating the awful plumbing works inside her. It was now impossible
to remove and a permanent part of the little girl.
The gyne-tech continued his alterations on little Cindi. He released the clamp
on the urine tube and watched a small trickle of yellow liquid flow from
Cindi's bladder, confirming the tube was in place. When no more of Cindi's
urine came out he went to the next step. The urine tube was trimmed with the
hot knife almost flush with the plate seated hard against her little hole. A
small valve was attached to the urine tube and protruded about a half inch..
Cindi's urine could only escape with a push on the microvalve. Now things would
get even worse for poor Cindi. The tech pulled a fold of her upper right labia
over the collar seat, and with a piercing gun shot a pin thru the little tab of
skin and into the predrilled hole of the retaining collar, tacking the tender
skin to it. Cindi could only sob pitifully in her misery as her ordeal seemed
to have no end.
Moving the gun over the tiny flap on the other side he shot another pin thru
her upper left labia, completely covering the balloon tube cap with her tender
labia skin. There was no further use for this tube since the catheter was
forever lodged inside Cindi. The valve was left uncovered to allow her to pass
her urine. While the tech had installed several of these devices in young
victims like Cindi before, he had never been involved in their removal. He had
no idea how the bizarre gyn-works could be extricated. His specialty was the
design and installation of vaginal retrofit devices. He knew that they were
part of the discipline and training of the young girls at the clinique. He knew
that other specialists performed other alterations. Removal might be the craft
of other technicians. His part of Cindi's body modification was done and he
rose from the stool at the foot of the examination table to let other
specialists do their work on the girl.
Another specialist came into the room carrying a different tray. With skillful
precision and efficiency he went immediately about his work on the little girl.
He took a swab saturated with antiseptic from the sterile tray and swished it
around her little strawberry nipples. Next a spray from an aerosol can was
spritzed on both of Cindi's nipples. This spray was a freon based solution that
temporarily froze the little points just on the skin surface. Cindi thought
over and over again why all this was happening to her. Why were those awful
things inside her tummy and vagina ? How long did she have to "wear" them and
when were they going to take them out of her ? Perhaps it was better for Cindi
not to know just yet that there were no plans for their removal.
The technician picked up a forceps clamp and took hold of her left nipple,
stretching it to maximum length. With his other hand he inserted a needle
straight through the nipple, and worked a ring through the opening made by the
needle. The instant shock and flash of intense pain caused Cindi to almost pass
out. She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth and trembled
uncontrollably. As the clamp was removed from the injured little strawberry the
blood returning to her wounded nipple seeped out a few drops from either side
of the piercing.
The ends of the ring were joined together and soldered where they met, making
the nipple ring a permanent part of the little girl also. Without hesitating
the technician applied the clamp to Cindi's right nipple, stretched it straight
up, and ran the needle all the way through it. A ring was inserted and sealed
just like her left nipple. The piercing technician was so efficient that both
her nipples were pierced in less that two minutes, but the searing pain in her
nipples made it seem like two hours of agony to poor Cindi. The pain
intensified as the surface anesthetic quickly wore off, and her pierced nipples
burned white hot in unbearable pain. Her entire body was racked in unbearable
pain. Her vagina continued to cramp around the tube so cruelly forced inside
it. As the tube reached body temperature the soft collar around it was molding
itself to the shape of her prepubescient vagina. The cramping of her vaginal
muscles around the pliable collar worked to form a total seal of the little
opening. Her urethra was still blistering from the work done on it earlier. And
unfortunately for the helpless ten year old her agony was not over yet.
The technician swabbed the violated nipples with antiseptic and turned his
needle to a different part of Cindi's anatomy. With the forceps clamp in hand
the piercing specialist secured a firm grip on her clitoris, stretched it as
far as he could, and in one quick move ran the needle clean through it. Cindi
clinched her teeth and held her eyes tightly shut, hovering on the edge of
merciful unconsciousness. Just as he did with her nipples the specialist
swiftly inserted a ring through her stretched clitoris and had it sealed in
seconds. The wounded skin was wiped with antiseptic. Done with his part in
Cindi's body modification the piercing tech signalled on the intercom he was
finished, gatherd the awful instruments of his craft and left. Another crew was
soon in the room to wrap things up, literally.
** Cindi's Body Wrap **
A team of three went right to work on Cindi. While her legs were still
obscenely stretched the first person inserted a well lubed enema nozzle into
her rectum. He then unlocked her ankles and big toes from their restraints,
placing her tiny feet flat on the table with her knees bent. The two women with
him began wrapping Cindi's feet and legs with a clear looking roll of film.
Starting with her feet just below her toes the plastic film was wrapped very,
very tightly up her legs to her thighs. But this was no ordinary plastic wrap.
Specially formulated for this clinic it had unique properties.
Once the little girl was wrapped from toes to buttocks a heat gun, similar to a
hair drier, applied a stream of hot air to the wrap. The hot air caused the
special latex material to shrink, tightly encasing her legs and feet in a
sheath of polymer latex film. One of the attendants gave Cindi an injection
from a hypodermic needle. The shot was a muscle relaxer and took effect
immediately. Cindi's arms were released from the wrist restraints and were
placed limply by her side.
The two women wrapping her body sat her upright and one held her steady while
the other continued winding the film around the little girl's torso, clamping
her hands to her sides. The film was wrapped around her hips and hands, up her
tummy to her shoulders, carefully leaving her newly pierced nipples unwrapped.
The heat gun was again used to shrink the film, sealing her upper body. The
male attendant then held Cindi's legs high enough for the two women to wrap
Cindi's buttocks and crotch in the film.
It too was heated and shrunk severely around her middle, leaving the enema
nozzle protruding slightly from her butt. Using a scalpel the male technician
cut an opening around the valve from the catheter and another tiny slit to free
her clitoral ring. Cindi was now totally encased in polymer film from neck to
feet, hands tightly clasped to her hips, only her big toes, newly attached
rings, and enema nozzle exposed.
All three techs then went to work on sealing her head. Earplugs were inserted
into her ears and a thin strip of vinyl placed over her eyes, her mouth
remaining sealed. A plastic bag was placed on top of Cindi's head and carefully
pulled down over her face, chin and throat. Before she could pass out from lack
of oxygen little holes were cut with a scalpel around Cindi's nostrils, and
breathing tubes were inserted into her nostrils. Thinner strips of the latex
film were wrapped around her head over this plastic bag and shrunk with the
heat gun.A suction cup attached to a hook was glued with quick drying epoxy to
the top of her head, then covered with several wraps of plastic film to keep it
in place.
Next a large strap was placed around Cindi's encased ankles and pulled up
toward the ceiling, exposing her butt and the protruding enema nozzle. The
technician who placed it there then attached the tubing from an enema bag
hanging from an IV rack. The rack held five bags of fluid. She would receive a
fast acting enema, rinsed , followed by a second enema and flushed with the two
reamining bags of water.
While the enema solution was filling Cindi's bowels the two women put the
finishing touches on her encasement. Each took a spray gun and began to spray a
fine mist of latex polymer all over Cindi's plastic wrapped body. This fine
mist dried to a smooth coating, filling in any seams or edges from the body
wrap. This coating was lightly dried with the heat gun on low setting. A second
coat was sprayed all over as the male tech released the rinse water from
Cindi's bowels. By the time her second enema was flushed Cindi's third body
coating of the latex mist had dried thoroughly from head to toe.
As each layer dried the thin coating would slightly harden to form a thin shell
around every curve and detail of Cindi's young body. Her big toes remained
uncoated as were her nipple rings and clitoral ring. The air tubes were removed
from her nostrils, but Cindi's chest was now tightly encased in the polymer/
latex film and breathing came in short inhales and exhales. The final bag of
rinse water was now expelled from Cindi's bowels. Next she was given a
suppository containing a mild sedative, then the enema tube was plugged and
covered with adhesive film.
Cindi's ankles were let down from the strap and she was placed on a gurney
table. The little girl was a pitiful sight. Hardly recognizable as a little
girl anymore more she resembled a cocoon, sealed and encased in a latex based
film shell, only three rings and her two big toes visible, along with the hook
glued to the top of her head shell..
A different tech wheeled Cindi on the gurnrey to a room known as the slumber
chamber. As the little girl entombed in hardened shrink wrap was heading to
this room the sedative began to work and she felt light headed, and a merciful
sleep slowly overtook her. She was already in deep slumber when the tech
wheeled her into her destination for the night. He placed her on another table
and prepared her for the evening.
A rod was inserted in one of her nipple rings and passed through the other. A
hook hanging from a pulley from the ceiling was attached to this rod. The tech
pulled on the chain from the other side of the pulley which pulled the rings
and Cindi's nipples upward. The little nipples were stretched til the tech
could pull the chain no farther. Another hook from the ceiling was attached to
Cindi's clitoral ring and it too was stretched til it couldn't be pulled any
further. This was done so that the first sensation Cindi felt upon waking would
be the the stab of pain from her recent piercings. The purpose of this was to
establish pain as a routine part of her regimen. She would sense pain
immediately upon waking, she would know pain all her waking hours, she would
learn to endure pain as a constant companion. She would know two levels of
existence: pain and enhanced pain.
Cindi's latex body sheath had shrunk to fit strictly around every contour of
her body, rendering her completelt immobile, sealing off all senses, allowing
breathing as her only body movement. With her clitoris and nipples stretched
skyward to the ceiling rolling over was impossible. Her mobility was further
restricted as the lab guy attached a clasp to the hook glued to the top of
Cindi's head and racheted it back to hold her head in place. Then a shackle
with two holes in the center was slid down over Cindi's big toes and clamped
tightly.
A rod attached to the specially designed toe shackle was inserted into a catch
at the foot of the bed and pulled, drawing her toes down to the bottom of the
bed. The tech checked the chains stretching her nipples and clitoris for
tightness, then ratcheted each up one more turn. He knew his work, like that of
all the other staff, would be reviewed and assessed by supervisors, and
taughtness of stretching and tightness of clamps and knots was closely
scrutinized. Any thoughts of pain he may inflict on little Cindi were relegated
secondary to his mission to perform his tasks exactly as assigned.
As long as the little girls assigned to him were strictly secured, could not
move (and could not be moved) then his reviews would be excellent and his job
safe. The awful taughtness of her nipples and clit skin, with not even a
centimeter of slack, were actually his job security. Cindi's head was stretched
in one direction and her toes were pulled in the opposite direction. Her toes
could not be clamped any tighter nor pulled any further. The last step in his
prepping of Cindi was to insert a tube into the microvalve blocking her little
pee exit. A thin wire inside the tube was a moisture sensor, which when it
detected any urine presence would set off a pump to gently draw her yellow
liquid into a special container. Her urine would have a further use.
All her body functions were now at the control of clinique personnel. Every
minute of her waking (and sleeping) were under the clinique's control. Her
parents had signed away this control when they decided the clinique was best
for Cindi. Per the lengthy contract they signed, nothing of the clinique's
routines and procedures was revealed to Cindi by her parents. The daughter was
only told that she would be taught, trained, disciplined and "re-oriented" at
this place. Her parents were drawn to many parts of the world by their personal
and professional commitments. They didn't want Cindi to become a "boarding
school brat". While the clinique and its methods were unusual (to say the
least), they had come to the mutual conclusion that it would be best for their
Cindi.
Cindi now lay in drug induced sleep in the slumber chamber. She was tightly
encased in a thin plastic shell, helpless and immobile in her own polymer/latex
prison. She did not dream but voices echoed inside her head. "This is only a
dream, and I will wake up and tell mommy and daddy all about the awful things
that happened to me, and mommy will tell me it is all better."
Cindi's subconscious was now in control, allowing her some mental escape from
an agony from which there would be no physical escape. She slept on, with
little Sierra in a similar cocoon on a bed to her right. Little nine year old
Sierra had arrived at the clinique a few hours before Cindi, and had been
similarly "retro-fitted" , pierced, and encased nude by the same staff members
as Cindi. Next to Sierra lay Megan, almost eleven years old, also ensconced in
a tight and unforgiving latex womb. Megan had been in the slumber chamber for
two days now. She required special attention. All three young girls slept on,
none made a sound.