The man barely moved as he heard the key in the lock and the heavy steel door squeak open. After months of captivity he had lost all sense time and nearly the will to live as he sat day after day heavily chained to a chair. He turned in fear when he heard the clicking of heels on the stone floor. A tall, cruel face looked down at him.
"I think it's time we made things a little more permanent for you and, so, we have a big day tomorrow and I'll be leaving the light on for you for a change. There are a few things for you to look at!" the tall blonde women said calmly, trying to hide a grin. She began wheeling a small trolley into the dungeon, pushing it harshly against the captives' knees.
"As you can see there a number of hoods and helmets here. From tomorrow you will be wearing them permanently. Please take a good look at them. The steel helmet has no locks and cannot be opened at all once it has been secured, maybe it could be cut off but I think that is unlikely. I have more important things than you to think about tonight but I'll leave you with one thought. My face will be the last thing you will ever see!" she said.
The man wept when she left and the door slammed shut. In front of him were two hoods and a heavy steel helmet and he now understood the months of laser treatment on his now completely hairless head. He stared at the three objects in front of him... the heavy rubber hood covering a dummy’s head - the only holes were at the nostrils and a round one at the mouth. A thick leather hood lay in a tub of water and it also had the same holes. What really caused him to tremble uncontrollably and soil himself was the steel helmet. It sat there - polished steel, featureless and implacable. The only hole he could see was at the mouth - a wide hole which could only mean that a heavy steel gag would be screwed and locked into place.
The night dragged on, the man dozed occasionally before waking in fear. Suddenly the key was in the lock and the woman walked in and stood in front of him. "Ready?" she asked quietly as she set down a heavy box on the tray. He started begging and whimpering pathetically however he was completely ignored.
"Open your mouth!!" she yelled. Paralysed with fear the man began to sob. She shoved the plastic throat gag into his mouth and roughly pushed his head back so that she could slowly and carefully insert the gag. "You silly boy - that wasn't so bad was it" she laughed. The long gag flattened his tongue and kept his mouth open wide. "And now for the helmet" she said to herself. "Want to take a last look around? Mmmmm?" she teased. She bent down, her eyes inches from his and she spat at him and smiled. She began covering his head in a thick layer of glue before carefully fitting him with the latex helmet. The helmet gripped his head like a vice and she carefully smoothed it out over his face. Next came the leather helmet which was far too small for his head but she began viciously lacing it on too him. After much pulling and straining and stretching of the wet hood she managed to get the edges of the helmet to meet before tying it off.
"Now, slave, the big moment! Are you up for it? I hope so. Say something why don't you - all this has cost a fortune!!!" she teased. She proceeded to clamp his nipples - powerful alligator clamps on each. He jumped slightly in his chains but was unable to make a sound. Taking the helmet, which hinged almost seamlessly down the front, she carefully lined it up and began to slowly closed it. As she pushed she could hear the heavy internal bolts engaged and began clicking into place. She sighed at the thought of there being still so much to do. Grabbing the hole punch she punched a large hole in the man's septum and he lurched in his chains. She locked a heavy steel ring through his nose before feeding the thick breathing tubes through his nose. The end of the tubes screwed into the nostril holes. She hummed to herself as she attended to the gag, the end of which had locked with the inside of the helmet. She screwed a large gag though the mouth hole. She stood back and admired her work. The wide steel collar at the bottom of the helmet forced him to keep his head up. There were a number of rings welded around the helmet, not to mention the heavy steel ring on top of the helmet.
"All done you lucky slave. You'll have a bit of freedom for a while as you can move around the dungeon as you please" she yelled into the tiny hole in his ear. She unlocked the chains binding him to the chair and left him with just heavy handcuffs and leg-irons to explore his beautiful new helmet. In the complete silence he felt frantically for an opening in the helmet but could find nothing - it was perfectly smooth and completely immovable. He slumped to the floor in defeat. The man lay in agony on the floor his head crushed as if it were in a vice, his septum was on fire and unable to sleep. Through the night he could feel the ever so slight tightening of the leather hood as it dried.
Two days passed and she hadn't returned, he was hungry and thirsty and lay in constant pain. The leather helmet crushed his face and he lay there terrified and unable to sleep. He knew now that his life was over as he knew it and this was his future. Suddenly a steel tube was thrust painfully over his limp penis and he writhed in agony as the cruel teeth lining the inside of the tube bit into his hardening penis. She quickly locked the device painfully around his balls.
"Well, I have been busy the last couple of days." she said casually. "I realise you have no idea why you are here and why I have done this to you. The truth is I just hate men - all men and I just chose you. You could consider yourself a little unlucky I suppose but nothing in life is fair is it. My property is large and isolated and there are almost no visitors other than people who would love to torture you. I don't want a man in my house so I've prepared your final resting place, one where you will be able to spend many years in total isolation. Madness is an option for you but that is irrelevant to me."
She buckled some very high heels on his feet and relocked his arms and wrists behind his back before attaching a chain to the collar of his helmet.
"I love men in heels and they are so very painful to walk in and you have probably a couple of kilometres to walk in them. I think you can wear them permanently too. I guess I'm just a softie, now get up"
She led him out, he staggered and limped in his heels as she led him out into the fields. He felt the sun on his back and fell as she attached alligator clamps with a heavy weight to each nipple. "Nearly forgot!!!" she laughed as she dragged him up. Finally they neared a cave and he fell down the steep path and rolled onto the floor of the cave. A hook had been bolted to the roof and a long tube dangled through the rock of the cave and hung down at head height. She locked the heavy steel chain to the ring in the top of his helmet and locked a long steel spreader bar on his legs. She pulled his wrists down tightly and locked the chain to the spreader bar. The man was now painfully stretched. Finally she unscrewed the steel gag and screwed the long tube into its place.
"Now, listen carefully! You will be fed liquid through the tube at least twice a week. I will sometimes mix in a little of my piss and shit, just because I can. If I go away I will make sure that there is a plentiful supply for you so you need not worry about starving - I don't want you need me but I do like to know that you are suffering greatly. I will be blocking off the entrance with some heavy boulders so you will be completely alone and undisturbed. Goodbye" she said without a trace of emotion.
She whipped off the clamps and he jerked feebly in his chains. "I would hate for gangrene to set in, it would shorten your lifespan"
The last thing the man heard in the distance was the starting of a tractor engine and the crashing of boulders against the mouth of the cave... and then silence.
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