Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
Helen continues to put Jill through a sort of 'hell week' focusing on predicament bondage and position training. Enjoy.
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Helen slept late, so it was almost 9 am when she took a bowl of oatmeal down to the cell. The minute she opened the door to the back part of the basement she knew Jill had not been able to hold her bladder all night.
Jill was miserable laying in a pool of cold urine on top of the plastic covered mattress. Her body made enough of a depression in the mattress that all the urine was still pooled around her hips and, cuffed to the bed as she was, all she could do was lay in it. She had been awake and miserable for hours. The minute she heard the door open she started crying.
"Oh Helen, I'm so sorry! I just couldn't hold it. I tried, I really tried but it was just so long."
Helen held her nose as she opened the cell and uncuffed Jill. "You're not in trouble Jill," Helen said trying not to laugh at Jill's distress, "You were cuffed to the bed for, let's see, almost 14 hours. I'd be surprised if you could hold it that long."
Helen got the hose, adjusted the water temperature, and passed the hose to Jill. She then went and got the Dove body wash and shampoo out of the cabinet and handed them to Jill.
"Clean yourself up and that mattress too."
Jill couldn't believe the luxury of being allowed to wash herself, AND use shampoo!
While Jill was showering, Helen went back upstairs and got a bottle of spray disinfectant/cleaner and handed that to Jill for the mattress cover. When Jill was finished, they propped the mattress on end and Helen put the body wash and hose away. She did not, however, give Jill a towel, not even the little washcloth-sized one that Bob let her use sometime. Prisoners shouldn't expect too many luxuries, Helen decided. Instead, she cuffed Jill's hands to the overhead trolley chain, so she had to stand and dry off.
While Jill air dried, and shivered a bit, Helen brought the parts for Jill's next predicament from the workshop. She had a clamp in the shape of a figure eight. Each side of the clamp was hinged and could be held closed by a bolt. She also had a long foot piece of the 3-inch iron pipe. She wrapped several layers electrical tape around one end of the pipe and clamped it into one side of the clamp. She placed the other end of the eight shaped clamp around one of the cell bars and closed it, screwing the bolt down just enough so that the whole assembly could slide up and down. She basically had an iron dildo mounted vertically to one of the cell bars.
Jill watched Helen with growing interest. "And my Vagina has just stopped aching." Jill thought.
Most of the water had run off Jill, although her hair was still sopping wet. Helen released her cuffs from the chain and cuffed her hands behind her back. She then let Jill kneel to eat her cold oatmeal and fed her a bottle of water before wiping the excels oatmeal off Jill's face with several jokes about what a sloppy eater she was.
Helen had Jill face the bars and spread her legs slightly adjusting her collar and neck chain so the excess hung down behind Jill's back. She put two fingers into Helen and was pleased to see Jill was already creaming. After wiping her fingers on the cap on the top of the pipe, Helen spread Jill's labia and guided the pipe up into Jill. When she felt it bottom out, she tightened a set screw in the side of the clamp, locking it in place on the cell bar. Jill was now impaled on the pipe. She had made no move to resist or make this process difficult for Helen, just as she had cooperated when Helen had mounted her on the board yesterday. Jill pondered why she was so compliant in her own tortures. But why wouldn't she be. She had talked Bob into this, she had helped design and contracted for the cell. This was Jill's fantasy times ten.
Helen took two pieces of 5/8 cotton rope and tied Jill's wrists to cell bars straight out to her sides. This not only made a nice visual of Jill, crucified against the bars, but prevented Jill from lifting herself off the pipe. It would also keep Jill's hands from preventing Helen from inflicting other torments. Helen had bought two very fine insulin needles in sterile packaging. She pushed one needle through each of Jill's nipples, right at the base of the nipple. When Jill realized what she was going to do she closed her eyes, grit her teeth, and waited. She was surprised when she only felt a little prick as the needle broke the skin. The second one stung just a bit more but neither of them really hurt.
Helen then took two lengths of string and tied one each to the nipples behind the needles. She tied those strings to the Horizontal cell bar at Jill's feet, making sure they were tight enough to pull down just slightly.
Now that Helen had Jill restrained, she released the set screw on the pipe clamp and started pushing the iron dildo slowly up. When the pipe started to put pressure on Jill's cervix, she suddenly realized what she was in for. As she rose to her tip toes to avoid the pain on her cervix, her nipples were pulled downward.
It became a balancing act of pain for Jill, relax her feet and her cervix hurt like hell, push up too high and her nipples were unbearable. There was just an inch or so where the pain in both was bearable, but how long could she hold that position before her calf's tired.
Helen had one more trick up her sleeve. Bob had ordered a commercial grade, four channel, electrotherapy (or TENS) unit off E-bay with a whole package of accessories and pads. Helen clipped one lead to the base of the pipe in Jill's vagina which was insulated from the clamp holding it by electrical tape. She clipped the other side of that lead to one of the bars. She started at about 1/2 and increased the power until Jill was in obvious distress.
"ow, ow, ow, shit!" Jill shouted.
Rather than turn down the power, Helen pointed out that if Jill would lean back and not touch the bars, it would stop hurting.
That, Jill discovered, was easier said than done. The clamp and pipe in her pussy only gave her about a 1/4 inch of clearance between the bars and her belly. And to lean back, she really needed to put her feet forward, but if she did that her feet touched the bottom of the bars. So, she leaned her shoulders back, arching her back, and the pain stopped. At least the electrical pain. She was now leaning back and the only thing keeping her from falling backwards was the pipe in her vagina. And she had to focus on staying on tip toe just enough to balance the pain in her nipples against the pain the pipe was causing at the top of her vagina.
Helen left the back room but came back shortly with a canvas camping chair. She left again and when she came back, she had a tall glass of iced tea and a book. Helen got comfortable in the chair and started to read, seemingly oblivious to the suffering Jill was enduring.
Jill knew her legs wouldn't last long. She was in shape, but this position was brutal on her calves and her back. She held out as long as she could but after about half an hour her calves just wouldn't hold her up anymore and she dropped completely onto the bar. The pain was intense as the pipe held much of her weight directly on the top of her vagina. But she still had to concentrate on keeping her body away from the bars.
Helen yawned, put down her book and announced, "I stayed up late building the toy you are riding, you're welcome by the way. But now I'm tired, I'm going to take a little nap, but you be sure to wake me if you want more pain. As your friend, I'd be happy to wake up and beat your ass with my belt again."
And with that, Helen reclined back and closed her eyes.
