Keyholder Demoness Ch 06

Journal Entry 3:

Subject: Ash Adams - p-FEAR Installation

Breast and Nipple Access and Stimulation Restraint Hardware

QM: Rainbow

In an archway, the keystone is the stone at the apex of the arch, which, during construction, is the final piece placed that locks all the stones into position. The breast bondage that our subject, Ash Adams, has received uses an analogous concept. It is made of a myriad of small, hard, black shell-like bits of composite (for Ash - over 200 pieces, for example). And it is the placement of the final piece that triggers the intertwining locking mechanisms to engage.

Every one of these individual shells has been specifically designed for specific placement on the subject's anatomy. The application of the restraint is performed in two lengthy sessions. First, the subject is anesthetized. Narrow, shallow, barbed pins are then inserted into the flesh at precise points. Each pin has a rounded head to which a shell may be affixed.

The gynecological table in Isolation Theater 3 has locations where portions of the backrest may be disengaged. By strictly binding the subject to the chair access is provided to the entirety of the restraint area.

Once all the pins have been pierced into the subject's flesh, we prefer to revive the individual. Mirrors are set around the subject to allow her to see, intimately, the operation that has been performed thus far. Knowledge of the various aspects of the permanent Focus Equipment And Restraints (p-FEAR) installation improves the efficiency of the manipulation of the subject's mental state which, in turn, reduces the possibility of rebellion or self harm.

When Ash was revived she reacted precisely as expected. Her breathing and heart rate increased and shortly afterwards a few tears were detected dripping from her face. She had been gagged with an inflatable panel gag only lightly filled which allowed her a degree of vocalizations but no particular communications. Regardless, a vaginal probe's vibration feature was activated and set to a low amplitude. Correspondingly, any moans of despair were soon converted to those of arousal verified by an uptick in dopamine levels in the subject's blood.

After three hours of contemplation, the subject was once again anesthetized for the second half of the procedure. All the bits of hard shell are clipped onto the assigned pins slowly forming a shell around the subject's chest. The shape of the shell could best be described as having the form of a modern day sports bra with a band around the chest and two straps over the shoulders.

Each shell piece interlocks with its neighbors with a series of overlapping grooves. The fit is such that the subject maintains a limited amount of flexibility. At the same time, the materials are quite sturdy, equivalent in class to some forms of maille armor. The bits of shell can dispense a tunable range of electric currents to their connection pins and into the subject's flesh. A variety of sensations can be simulated using these currents from gentle caresses, pinches, slaps, heat and cold, or even shocking sensations.

As noted above, once the final piece is set a signal is transmitted across the entire population of shell bits causing a minute, but effective deformation which prevents any future disassembly.

After the restraints have been applied, the subject is allowed a lengthy normalization period where the functioning of the Breast and Nipple Access and Stimulation Restraint Hardware

automated sensations are demonstrated and the futility of self stimulation is fully realized.

Dea Dammasch, aeternum amorem et obsequium meum spondeo.

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"My friend who is a lawyer will meet us for lunch tomorrow," Perit said as she stuck her head in Charity's office. "Her name is Metolius Suttle."

"Wow! Ok, sounds good," Charity said, as her phone began to buzz. "Oh! It's my sister. I better get this."

"Ok. See you!" Perit walked away.

Charity answered the phone.

"There's some kind of horrifying wild animal locked in the cage under your bed!" Faith stated.

"What?" Charity asked, envisioning some sort of marmot or raccoon had somehow gotten inside and had somehow slipped through the bars that made up the base of the king size bed in the master bedroom. It was a very sturdy cage, inside which Charity had spent many nights as Blue's powerless captive - a bondage princess for a Domme Queen. "Where is Hope?!?"

"I think that Hope IS the wild animal locked under the bed. If I try to get close enough to raise the bed canopy and skirt, she starts growling. It's not a pleasant sound," Faith said.

"How did she..? Alright. Just leave her alone. I'll get there as fast as I can."

Twenty minutes later, Charity ran into her house.

"Is she still in the bed cage?" she asked Faith, who was waiting in the living room.

"Yeah, it's locked. I don't think that she could get out if she wanted to."

Charity went into the bedroom, "Hope?" She slowly raised the bed skirt. "Hope?" Sure enough the decorated woman was curled up in the back corner of the cage. "Hope? It's me, Charity."

"Chai-Ree?" Slowly, Hope rolled over and started to crawl towards the cage door. Charity rattled the key into the lock and pulled the door open.

"Why are you hiding in here? Are you afraid?" Charity asked. Mainly, she wanted her voice to have a calming tone.

Hope responded with a string of words, sentences... It was a good sign and Hope slowly crawled out of the cage, all her body jewelry rattling as she moved. Charity suddenly realized that Hope was completely naked.

Hope had preferred to remain topless after arriving at Charity's home. Charity thought it was most likely because of the array of sharp pin-like spikes protruding from the skin around her nipples. But now, it seemed that Hope had cast off her sweat pants as well. Her ankles had seamless manacles to match her wrists. Her legs were covered with an impressively extensive tattoo of leafy vines in blacks, greens, and streaks of lapis blue. Her buttocks were covered in some sort of symbols (runes?).

"Hoooly shit," Faith said from her doorway as Hope emerged.

Hope looked up cautiously at Faith.

"She's a friend. Friend," Charity said.

"Frien-" Hope said, indicating that she understood. They had already established the meaning of the word "friend" earlier.

After fully emerging from the cage, Hope settled back on her knees and held her hands up by her temples, fingers pointed up into the air. "Day ah bru bah (click). Day ah bru bah (click)."

"Here?" Charity asked, pointing towards the ground.

Hope nodded enthusiastically, also pointing at the ground.

"Faith, can you go and check all the doors and windows and make sure they are locked, please?" Charity said.

"What is she saying?" Faith asked.

"She's using the same hand motions that she did when I asked her who gave her all these decorations. I think that she is saying that someone, particularly that person, was here in the house," Charity said.

As Faith went around the house, Charity continued to sit on the bedroom floor speaking in calm tones. She reached an arm out towards Hope, offering her hand. After a moment, Hope placed her hand in Charity's and gave a brief, small smile. Her hand was trembling. Something obviously had scared her.

"Everything is locked up. There's no sign of forced entry anywhere," Faith reported when she returned to the bedroom. "Maybe she just freaked out when I arrived?"

"I'll introduce you," Charity said standing up. She pointed to herself, "Charity." Then to Hope, "Hope." Finally, "Faith. Faith."

Hope repeated, "Fae-. Hi, Fae-."

Faith waved. "Hello, Hope."

Charity then made a motion over her midsection - like a swollen belly. She used her left hand as though collecting something from between her legs and then straightened up as though she were carrying a football. Then she repeated the same motion with her right hand.

"What are you doing? It looks like you're scooping ice cream out of your vagina," Faith said quietly.

Charity pointed at the imaginary bundle in her left arm. "Charity." Then pointing to the imaginary bundle in her right arm, "Faith." She pointed back and forth between herself and Faith, "Sister. Sister."

"She's going to think we're twins," Faith whispered.

"Thith-uh?" Hope repeated smiling. She stood up with a rattle of chains. She pointed at Charity and then herself, "Thith-uh."

"I'm not sure that she understands," Faith said.

Hope started talking in her native language. She repeated the swollen belly motion that Charity had performed, then used both hands to apparently indicate a great effluence from her own vagina, She then raised her arms up wide and high - the chains attached to her arms spread out like an angel's wings. "Ha een (click) oh sa." Finally, she took Charity's hand in hers, "Thith-uh."

"She's got needles poking out of her boobs," Faith said.

"I think that she is trying to say that we are all sisters of the creator," Charity said. "Whoever that may represent for her."

"She's got needles poking out of her... her... Look!" Faith said with a hint of horror.

Hope noticed where Faith's attention was focused. She slid the chain dangling from her belly-button to the side to provide a clear view of her pubic mound which, while devoid of any hair, was densely tattooed. She pointed a metal-tipped finger at her clitoral hood which, like her areolas and lips, was covered in short, sharp, narrow spikes.

"No!" Hope said.

Then she pointed further down towards her labia which were full and puffy. Her inner labia poked out slightly, and then there was something more. She spread her lower lips to reveal a flexible, finely chained mesh covering her vaginal opening. The mesh seemed to emerge from her skin - more as an extension than something pierced onto it.

"No!" Hope said again, pressing the mesh inwards to make her point.

But, she still had more to communicate. She twisted and pointed to one of the tattooed frames of line art that encircled her waist. The character who was the main subject in all the frames was joined in this frame by a second woman. Each was fettered, hand and foot, and a chain anchored each woman low on the wall by a steel collar. Still they sat in a loving embrace, apparently content, or at least unconcerned by their captivity.

Hope pointed to the main character. "Oh (pop) ee ay o tok (click) oh thu hye-th (pop) (click) ee an yo eh heat eh (click) un thorhina." When Faith looked confused, Hope used her shortened name, "Hh-oe," and pointed to her chest.

Then she pointed to the second character in the frame. "Chai-ree." She pointed at Charity, smiling. "Chai-ree. Thith-uh!"

"She's as big of a bondage slut as you are, baby," Faith said to Charity.

"Yeth!" Hope said.

Charity was distracted though. "Turn!" Charity said to Hope, an uncharacteristic edge to her voice, reaching out suddenly, but pausing before she actually touched her. Hope, slightly startled, twisted her body a little, confusion in her eyes.

Charity pointed to the tattoo on Hope's mons - a heavily shaded, stylized upside down Y shape seemed to be emerging from a mass of leafy vines. "Fuck!"

"A fancy lambda?" Faith said. "Yeah! I feel like I've seen that symbol before in some kind of art or something."

"Yeah," Charity said, rubbing her stomach like she was in a little pain. "It's..."

Before she could complete her thought though, her phone pinged - a text message. Charity pulled out her phone. It was from Keyholder. She read it aloud: "Since both you and that little demon do not wear panties, I have liberated you from their burden."

"What?!" Faith asked.

Charity walked over to her armoire and opened a drawer. The contents were all tumbled in disarray. She pushed her hands through a few pairs. "Holes have been torn in all of my panties!"

Faith picked up a pair of pink ones. "Not just holes. Look! These holes are letters, stamped out of the material. The holes in this pair say, 'Blue'. Colorblind!"

"How could someone break into my house and cut holes in all my panties?" Charity asked. She was clearly dazed.

"This pair has the word 'mine' cut out of them," Faith said, holding up another pair. "Possessive!"

Hope raised her hands to her temples. "Day ah bru bah (click)!"

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An hour later, Faith was reading from the image that Detective Tumalo had found in her wrecked office as they sat around Charity's laptop at the kitchen table - Hope still completely naked. (Every time Charity offered any type of covering, Hope just said, "No!" "Well, duh!" Faith said. "She probably snags her crotch needles every time she moves when she's wearing clothes.")

"A tender song of love for my dear Charity. Hammer a spike into the stone of the dreary, dark dungeon where you shall be thrown. Rack, crack, wartenberg wheel tine. I'll suture your mouth and your screams will be mine," Faith read. "Rude and somewhat poorly metered."

"I'm not so concerned about the technical qualities of the ver... uh, poem," Charity said darkly. "I'm more concerned about the threat. Obviously, whoever has abducted Blue, whoever is fucking with me, whoever... created?... delivered?... Hope - it's all connected and their resources must be immense. I mean... Look at what they did to Hope!"

Hope meanwhile had taken an interest in the laptop and was randomly (though cautiously) pressing keys. She tried dragging a fingertip over the mouse pad as she had seen Faith do, but the cursor failed to respond to the touch of metal covering her fingertips.

"This isn't just a taunt," Faith said. "There is a secret message coded here."

"What? How do you know? What does it say?" Charity asked.

"I have no idea. But, look, the letters are a mix of upper and lower case. That is a binary encoding. This is a cipher. If we had the appropriate key to this cipher, then we would be able to decode the message," Faith explained.

"That all went over my head," Charity stated. She opened a new document on the laptop and pointed to the keyboard, encouraging Hope to press a button. Hope hit a key and started laughing with glee when she saw a letter appear on the screen. She began pressing more keys with greater confidence.

"Fuck!" Faith said, looking at her phone messaging app. "There is an outage at work. I've got to go into the office real quick. Uh... Just do a search on the word 'cipher' on the internet."

"OK," Charity said. "And thanks for coming by, Faith. I would be a complete basket case without you."

"Hey, baby, I love you. I'll always be here for you," Faith said, standing and hugging Charity. She looked over at Hope who was quietly talking to herself - making clicking and popping sounds, examining the keyboard more diligently before pressing a key - then studying the screen. "Um... Tell Hope good-bye. Keep each other safe. Don't impale yourself on her somehow."

After Faith left, Charity asked Hope, "Do you want something more to eat or drink, Hope? Eat? Drink?"

Hope was pressing a key as fast as she could, making a staccato of clacking noises. When she stopped she looked at Charity with a huge smile on her face and pointed to the screen. It was covered in Y's.

"Why, indeed," Charity sighed.

Her phone beeped. Another message from Keyholder. "You will wear only what I tell you: that little black dress in your wardrobe - nothing else - not even shoes. You will put your little demon back in her cage. You will get in your car and start driving. You will receive more messages soon. Tell no one. Blue will pay if you fail to comply."