Here we see Sophia make her debut explicitly as Cici on her second night on the job, with a slightly different sort of predicament this time. Hopefully I did some justice to the idea.
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The elevator's descent ended almost imperceptibly, breathing a sigh through its door as it finally bore the two of them -- Flora and her pawn -- to their destination.
Central Collections,
Sophia thought. The experience of the night before almost had the air of a dream by now -- or a memory so remote that it seemed like one. It was hard to believe that was only a day ago.
Nonetheless, as the elevator door slid open, the place was unmistakable: the white tiles that covered the floor and walls; the metal vats and tubing intermingling at the ceiling; the gentle glow of computer monitors hiding in the room's dark corners. The steel assembly that had bound her was in pieces at the room's center, basking in pure, white light -- a light in which nothing would remain hidden, sacred, untouched.
Once again it was Flora who stepped out first, Sophia who followed at her beckoning; her body shook as her bare feet met the cold tile floor, the cool air enveloping her naked body.
I'm really here again,
she thought.
Flora turned to her. "Now, you're going to behave yourself as I get you ready again, aren't you, Cici?"
"Yes, Ms. Enz," Sophia replied, her gaze turning down now toward Flora's feet. A finger tilted her head back up.
"There's no need to be shy, Cici," she smiled. "You should be familiar with most of this, even if we have some new things in store for you."
Fuck
, thought Sophia, turning her gaze reflexively toward the main collection tank that loomed above. She couldn't believe that she was back here -- that what seemed like a crude fiction would once again become her reality. Lust and anxiety coursed through her, every nerve seemingly humming with life.
Flora's warm grasp lifted her hand, stealing her attention once again. The woman gestured toward the metal assembly and pulled her forward; Sophia let out a long breath as she submitted. Shortly, the two of them were standing in the cold light at the middle of the room, surrounded by the glint of the polished steel shackles, mitts, and chains -- and the basin she had licked clean.
Flora pointed, and Sophia's eyes turned to see a black square of rubber surrounding a dark mound like a saddle -- this is where she was to be seated.
A command,
she realized, taking a few steps and kneeling over it, gazing back at her superior.
"Good," she smiled. "Now let me take care of the rest."
Sophia let out another sigh, gazing into the blackness at the edge of the room as she listened to Flora's heels clicking against the tiles, the clink of metal shackles. She sat still as Flora adjusted the placement of her legs, pressing the steel bands tightly onto her calves and ankles -- cold, firm -- and breathed slowly as Flora meticulously bolted them to the base plate, the metal growing warmer as it cleaved to her body, the faint warmth of Flora's breath grazing her as she worked without pause, tirelessly ensuring her puppet's helplessness.
Fuck
. Something welled within her, twitching in her stomach, coloring her anxiety. Was she really just letting Flora do this to her?
Flora stood and clapped her hands together in satisfaction.
That's that, then,
thought Sophia, confirming the immobility of her legs with a little squirm. Now she would be forced into kneeling until all this was over.
What would Flora have to say about that? "It suits you," maybe. Fuck.
Still, her eyes remained fixed on the dark. Somewhere in there, hiding, were the cameras that would broadcast the coming ordeal to the world -- windows into an unbelievable perversion that belonged uniquely to her. She couldn't help but search for them with her eyes. What would they see this time?
Click, click.
More metal. Flora knelt next to her. "Hand," she commanded.
Sophia complied and presented her fist, feeling as Flora closed the first steel globe mitt around it, swiftly securing it with a padlock. She hadn't payed much heed to it the night before, but it was almost eerie how well the metal hugged her body, so well-fitted that it needed nothing more than the fat of her arm for cushioning. The globe, too, left her almost totally unable to outstretch her fingers, as if carefully engineered to reinforce the idea of her hand's uselessness.
Flora's heels clicked again as she walked around to Sophia's other side, repeating the ritual. This time, though, Sophia felt as Flora pressed something -- like a warm, thin, metal rod -- into her palm before she balled her hand closed.
Sophia turned to look at her as if awaiting instruction.
"All in due time, Cici," she said, smiling as she closed the mitt and locked it shut.
The metal cuffs for her arms came next, followed by the metal support that gripped her at the waist, each imposing its own moment of chilling cold melting away into firm warmth, each further securing the finality of her bondage, the certainty that she would be reduced to nothing more than a receptacle for her coworkers' fluids, a spectacle for their entertainment.
Click, click.
Now the first half of the basin was in her peripheral vision.
"Sit up straight, please," Flora said as she lugged the thing to Sophia's side, its legs clinking against the floor until it was right next to her, swallowing her peripheral vision, encroaching on her neck. Sophia stretched up to meet it and waited as Flora hauled the other half into place, hugging her neck with a tight ring of steel, trapping her head within what was, it occurred to her, nothing more than a large bowl for semen.
Fuck,
she thought again, recalling the proximity of her task. A sequence of locks clicked closed, ensuring her head wouldn't be freed; now, she heard as Flora circled around her out of view, bolting down each of the basin's legs.
Sophia's gaze turned upward -- with the basin in place, her view of the room had been reduced to the collection of vats hanging from the ceiling. There, the fluids of thousands of her colleagues were, doubtlessly, waiting to spill into her -- waiting to turn her into their drain.
Cici's reward,
she thought.
Fuck.
Flora continued, dragging out a handful of chains and making quick work of anchoring Sophia's cuffs and mitts to the corresponding rings on the basin assembly and base plate, fixing her arms to the perverse construction. Now her entire body was locked in place; she was immobile -- completely helpless -- and she had just let Flora do this to her.
Fuck.
She quivered in her bonds. Her cunt must have been dripping.
Click, click.
Flora's shoes tapped again as she retrieved something from the darkness of the room and returned.
"I'm sorry, Cici," came her voice.
Sophia recoiled as Flora's fingers spread her labia, trailed by the slippery sensation of lubricated rubber.
Oh, fuck!
Sophia thought, realizing what she meant.
"Ms. Enz, do I really..." she lamented.
Shit! I had forgotten.
"Yes, Cici, you do need to be catheterized," she said firmly, pushing the tube into Sophia as she whined in discomfort. "As I said yesterday, we can't have you peeing all over the floor."
"Yes, Ms. Enz," sulked Sophia, squirming uselessly in her bonds as Flora completed the task. No wonder she had saved this for the end.
Sophia gathered herself as Flora abandoned her once again, surely to retrieve something else.
The things for my head,
