The chains they wore were, by now, more or less permanent. Initially, their captors experimented with a wide range of restraints until they seemed satisfied that this arrangement would provide an interesting and efficient range of features on this particular pair of newbies. The objective of all restraints on board the freighter was more or less the same as that subscribed to by the slavers on the island and in the underwater habitat: provide security, discomfort, sexual accessibility and ease of use. This simple pattern seemed to work on the sisters, so they wore it almost constantly and learned new ways to provide for themselves while chained and held in their box-like cells. If the idea of eating, drinking and performing otherwise normal body functions without their hands had presented itself before they were taken prisoner, neither girl would have imagined that now, after three days on the freighter, they would demonstrate considerable dexterity at using the three-times-a-day-provided toilet or eating their meals out of a single stainless steel bowl.
Other captives on board, when seen by the girls, showed a bazaar range of personal bondage and restraints. Many had the same chain combination as the sisters, but others, apparently because of their behavior, physical assets, (or lack of them), were kept under control by other means. More than one girl that Janeen saw wore a heavy metal helmet that included a collar and enclosed her entire head. Janeen noted with horror that this device had a small, hinged panel on the front that apparently could be opened and shut to allow a gag or nourishment to be inserted into the mouth that was propped wide open by a padded ring set behind her front teeth, inside her mouth. When led stumbling and blind through the lower deck slave quarters, the poor girl often ran into doors and walls as her guards delighted in leading her almost up to a bulkhead and letting her continue until she crashed into it. The girl was strictly bound with her closely fettered arms rigidly straight down behind her back and her long legs hobbled with four different cuff and chain sets at the top of her narrow thighs, above and below her knees and at her ankles. Little sound emerged from the brank and the guards laughed merrily as they yanked on the chain leash and pulled her back to her feet, only to stagger once again into a barred panel or closed door. This performance brought tears of laugher to the guards and Janeen, seeing only parts of the whole act, was grateful that she was kept in her lesser, but still highly restrictive bondage.
Other prisoners showed additional creative and obviously uncomfortable restraints. For example, both sisters quickly noted that only some slaves wore chain harnesses around their hips with a single, double or triple chain through their sex and up between and around their buttocks. Initially, given their lack of exposure to such things, both girls assumed that these body harnesses were simply for control. Only later were they to learn that the real function of the chain belt and crotch splitter was to hold plugs and dildoes firmly inside the wearer’s lower apertures and to cap or stretch the sensitive little nubs of sex that were usually somehow “adjusted” by these chain restraints.
“It is time for some ‘adjustments’ in your jewelry,” said Kreble, as he hustled Janeen down the hallway and into the smaller operating theater. “Put her in the stirrups and get her prepped,” he said to the two gowned and masked women already in the room. They seized Janeen and put her on the table, removing her chains and fastening her arms and legs in the requisite stretched out position. Plastic-covered straps went over her chest above and below her breasts and additional straps were placed around her neck and waist. When they finished, the girl was firmly bound to the table, unable to move anything except perhaps her fingers and toes. Then her feet were individually released and fastened into the steel stirrups and her legs spread obscenely wide while they shaved her crotch, removing the small triangle of bikini bush she had tended carefully for the last few months, expecting to wear little or nothing while on the cruise. The gag in her mouth was most effective in keeping her complaints and screams at a reasonable volume and when they swabbed her nipples and entire crotch, she knew at once what was coming.
Janeen thrashed in her straps, unable to do more than twist slightly to one side or the other. A few more turns of the ratchets on the straps brought this minimal exercise to an end. She lay like a log on the cold steel table as Kreble and the others brought a variety of terror-inducing tools and instruments to the side of the table and began what was to be a lengthy operation to place stainless steel rings in her nipples, lower labia and clitoris. Each piercing and insertion of the rings brought pain beyond anything Janeen had ever endured, even at the hands of the family’s sadistic dentist, who, more than once, had surreptitiously molested both mother and daughters while carrying out painful drillings and gum surgery. More than once the dentist’s hands wandered over the up-thrust breasts of the Norquist women and each time, he would stare into their pain-filled eyes and say that it would just be a little longer until the Novocain took effect. When Papa Norquist was told about these incidents, he initially discounted the stories as exaggerations, but after quizzing all three women and then forcing Jolene, the young and pretty dental assistant to tell him the truth, Doctor Younger suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. Police finally established that he had been having an affair with Jolene and that the two were the unfortunate victims of an automobile accident in the high Austrian Alps one holiday evening in mid winter. Younger’s wife never doubted the police account and, after discovering that her unfaithful husband left her a large fortune in real estate and insurance, insisted the bodies be cremated at once.
But the surgery without anesthetic was a specialty of the slaver crew and they made sure that the girl felt every pinch of the hemostats and every stab of the wide piercing needles as the sadistic team inserted the thick rings into all of the key parts of her breasts and sex. When complete, Janeen had gained about a pound of steel on her body, making it obvious that she would never again go through airport security without a full body search and noisesome probing by security morons. The nipple rings were too big to go unnoticed, even if she wore a padded bra and the rings in her crotch were, well…equally obvious, as well as painful.
“The discomfort that we now feel,” said Kreble seriously as they finished up the procedures, “will slowly fade. If you behave yourself, nothing will be attached to these little jewelry gems for a few weeks until you heal completely and the rings can be moved freely in their flesh. However, Miss Norquist, should you become in any way difficult or unmanageable, you will be bound by these rings in a most unpleasant position until you learn that you are ours and will do at once as you are told. Do I make myself clear?” he asked as he tapped the clit ring lightly with his forefinger, sending waves of pain and anguish through her pelvis.
Janeen nodded her strap-bound head and blinked back the endless stream of tears that flowed throughout the surgery.
“Take her to recovery. Secure her so that she cannot use her hands or mouth. Give her something to sleep with and then let’s get the sister in here for some more fun,” Kreble said with a cruel laugh.
Ten minutes later, Phillipa found herself on the still warm steel table recently occupied by her tormented sister. Phillipa already had the eight ring group and was now on the table for the next in the series to outfit her for the slave markets. Phillipa’s earlier surgery was carried out during her first night aboard the ship and she was now beginning to heal quite well, so it was time for the next set of metal implants to be installed.
“Today, dear little girl,” Kreble intoned with some gravity, “you will be getting your final compliment of steel jewelry. This group,” he said as he held up a small plastic box with four rings of different sizes, will give you the mystic number of imbedded service rings. These four go, as you might expect, in your ears, your septum and your sweet little tongue.” Phillipa cringed against the steel tabletop, trying to fade into the smooth metal and disappear as she anticipated the same sort of lingering pain that they inflicted upon her when the original body rings were installed.
The surgical team went happily to work, adding a bit more oral stuffing when the girl’s screams got to be more than anyone wanted to hear. This happened when they struggled to get the piercing needle through her nasal septum and the needle seemed to be stuck in the cartilage. Pulling and pushing on the thick needle failed to dislodge it and, as Phillipa’s screams reached unbearable pitch, the principal surgeon gave in and pumped a full ampoule of Novocain into the girls face and, after a few minutes, applied a device that looked like a wheel puller to extricate the stuck needle. Finally, the spring-loaded, stainless steel ring, spread open with the locking pliers, was then inserted and closed, settling decoratively on the girl’s upper lip.
It was not Phillipa’s day as the team propped open her mouth, attached a pulling device to her pink tongue and stretched it as far as physically possible before clamping it off, removing the pulling device and setting the one step piercing machine to drill a hole through the tongue, in one side and out the other. Setting up this procedure was more difficult than it might sound, especially with the girl struggling and fighting, despite her bonds. The head clamps were tightened, the powerful side-loaded cranium frame adjusted to maximum safe retention and the various tools for holding the tongue out and motionless were all applied. The piercing shot was fired. The thick, hollow needle slammed through the tongue muscle and exited on the other side, accompanied by wails and screams of terror and pain from the unfortunate victim. Wasting no time, the surgical team inserted the D shaped steel ring and closed it to locking position so that the straight bar of the D went through the tongue and the curved portion hung either above or below the tongue’s surface. Given the same lecture about behavior as her sister had been given a few hours before, they lifted Phillipa off the table and escorted back to her cell box, her aching head encapsulated in a stylish new discipline hood made from ultra thin calf’s skin. It fit her like an outer layer of her own skin, snugly enclosing her surgically altered head with the appropriate antibiotic bandages carefully fitted on the critical areas. The eyeholes were kept covered and the various exterior straps held her mouth shut. A small black rubber hose emerged from the right side of the zippered mouth opening, installed to allow accumulated liquid to exit her mouth without her having to swallow it.
“We’ll see you again tomorrow, Phillipa,” her head tormentor said brightly as he locked the manacles back on the girl’s wrists and pulled the short chain between them up to her steel collar until her arms were parallel across her back and well away from any possible contact with her new stainless steel accessories. Another pair of wide steel bands was locked to her thin arms, just above the elbows. Chains connecting these went across her back and also around her chest, over her breasts. The original thigh and ankle cuffs were refitted and Phillipa, somewhat numbed by the experience, shuffled back out the doorway and down the hall with her escorts, anxious to get back to the solitude and pain of her box cell. Within a few days, the new rings would hurt less and they would ease her of the totally liquid diet once her tongue was healed.
Both girls were able to daily witness the likely future use of the multiple rings as they passed other slaves in the passageways. The cruel and uncomfortable ring and chain combinations available to their captors emerged each time they saw some poor girl fastened to a wall with chains from her clit and nose, or labia and nipples. The often-used option of nose ring to overhead was so simple and so effective that anything else was merely for show. Bound only by their nose ring attached without slack to some overhead connection, the victim was mercilessly held upright, balanced on her toes, hands tied or cuffed behind her back.
Another unpleasant and undesirable situation was this same arrangement with only one foot on the floor and the other foot chained with knee bent, to the clitoral ring. Intolerable as it seemed, the slaves stood motionless for long periods while they whimpered and cried. Any attempt to lower the suspended foot met with immediate pain in the clitoris and any shifting of position put unwanted tension on the nose ring. One of the games that the captors played at the expense of the slaves was to see how long anyone could stay fastened in these positions before something terrible happened. Although the girls didn’t know it, if one of them collapsed and tore a ring out of her tongue, nipple, clit, nose or labia, the slavers would be fined the full value of the now wounded and probably scared for life slave. So, although these tortures were frequently carried out, it was always with close supervision and the ability to instantly release the dangerous suspending chains. It was not the girl’s discomfort or safety at stake, it was real Euros or dollars that so motivated the captors.
As the freighter made its scheduled stops in the multiple Caribbean ports, it’s most valuable cargo remained silently sealed away in their lockers. Each new addition to the cargo meant new opportunities for training and torment and no one on the ship worried about the mega yacht that the slavers were quite sure they had sunk days before.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Box Harness
Meanwhile, back on Altuna, Hermann was busy arranging for her escape from what she had already decided was a plan gone bad. It wasn’t her fault; she kept telling herself as she wandered the passageways of Altuna, seeking what she had decided was to be at least two attractive females to use as hostages, should she need them in her escape. She found what she was looking for as she rounded a corner in a hallway not far from her own cabin. Two pretty crewwomen, Campbell and Gossett, the pair that had threatened Groff, were entering a cabin that Hermann had not noticed before. They had their backs to her. Approaching quickly, Hermann pushed them through the doorway, slammed the door behind her and threatened them both with the long, slim filet knife in her right hand. Both women looked stunned and then froze.