Fiction intended for adults only
 
Copyright 2005 TC
  

Ultimate Bondage

He smiled softly as he slid into the booth beside her and said, “I’m Jeff Rogers, you replied to my ad?”
 
   Sherri looked at him blushing and said, “Yes I did.”
 
   The man’s demeanor turned immediately to business. “You are aware what is in store for you?”
 
   Jeff had not been clear as to exactly what he wanted in the ad, but subsequent phone calls and emails to Sherri had been quite explicit. She was to give over her life to him. Not for a week or a month, but forever. She was to submit to anything he wanted and would never have the chance to regain her life. The only thing he did promise her was that he would not kill her and there would be little pain.
 
   The part about having little pain was a bit of disappointment for Sherri, but he had promised that she would be subjugated and humiliated. Those were the things she most wanted in her life. Most of her family had deserted her, or died, so she had little else to hope for. With this man she at least knew she would have no money worries the rest of her life.
 
   An hour later Sherri was standing inside a mansion located miles from town. Jeff told her to strip off her clothes. Hesitantly she did so.  Although she was not a virgin, she was shy about her body. Jeff tossed her clothes, which she had bought just for this meeting, into the garbage. Something deep inside told her she might never wear clothes again.
 
   There was a knot in Sherri’s stomach as he led her to a room that looked very much like a doctor’s office. The wall was littered with framed documents that indicated that very fact. Jeff helped her onto the examination table and she lay down. The crisp sheets were cold to her touch.
 
   He looked at her and said, “This is where your life ends. From this moment on you belong totally to me and there is no going back. If you are sure, then I will begin.”
 
   Sherri wondered what he meant exactly, but only nodded that she was ready. Her mind had been made up before she had arrived.  The girl shivered slightly as she saw the gleam of a scalpel being placed on a tray that was already covered with things she could not identify from her position.
 
   Jeff lifted a package from the tray and tore it open to reveal a catheter. This she did recognize from a past experience in the hospital. His gloved hand lubricated the long latex object and then placed the tip of it to her pee hole. Sherri gasped as the catheter slid effortlessly into her urinal tract. Moments later it slipped past the muscle and into her bladder. Even though Sherri had not realized she had to pee, the urine gushed from the end of the pipe and began to run down a long clear tube to a waiting bag beyond her view.
 
   With that finished, Jeff picked up the scalpel and turned her head slightly away from him. Even though there was no need to explain, the man spoke as his hands began to work, “There is going to be a stinging sensation and then some pain. The pain will only last a few seconds and then you will be fine.”
 
   Sherri bit her lip as she felt a sudden burning sensation in her neck. The discomfort was more than she had expected, but it was nothing compared to the pain that came next. Pain exploded from the tips of her toes, to the tips of her fingers, to the top of her head, and just as quickly as it had come, the pain disappeared completely.
 
   As Sherri regained her senses she became aware of other, more subtle changes in her body. The discomfort in her knee, which had been with her since the age of nine was suddenly gone. The ache in her back from lying on the hard examination table was gone. Perhaps the most noticeable sensation was that the previously cold room was now warm, a soothing sensation that seemed to envelope the woman completely. Sherri found it to be quite enjoyable.
 
   Sherri had been so busy exploring the new sensations in her body that she had not noticed Jeff sticking a needle into various locations of her body. She was rather surprised then to see Jeff pushing a syringe two inches into her shoulder, and even more so when it failed to cause her any pain whatsoever. The girl tried to move her foot and then her hand but they failed to obey her. It was at that moment that Sherri realized that she was paralyzed from the neck down.
 
   Fear knotted her stomach and Sherri fought back a shriek of terror. Then she began to rationalize that he had just given her a spinal injection of some sort, one that would only paralyze her temporarily. Sherri was beginning to relax and almost enjoy the feeling of paralyses when, as if reading her mind, Jeff said, “I just made a precise cut to your spinal cord. The paralysis that you’re experiencing is permanent.”
 
   Sherri did scream then, voicing her fear at the realization of how permanent her servitude to him was. She quickly regained her composure, realizing that there was no choice; she belonged to him now. If he wanted to kill her in the next few minutes there was nothing she could do about it. If death was what awaited her, she had prepared for that as well. She would go, knowing that she had given herself fully to someone.
 
   The sight of him cutting her abdomen interrupted Sherri’s thoughts. A smile formed on her lips as she realized there was no pain. She watched him work with almost detached curiosity; as if he were cutting someone else, Sherri thought.
 
   Jeff noticed that Sherri was watching and said, as if answering her unasked question, “Diapers are so messy, so I am performing a colostomy. Do you know what that is?”
 
   Sherri nodded and watched as Jeff stitched around the device he’d inserted into her body, and attached a tube to the plug-like opening. She could see already a brownish mass easing its way though the tube.
 
   Jeff brought over a new tray with more devices and instruments. With a fresh scalpel, he made a small incision on her small flat stomach. Just as with the previous operation there was no pain. Her body was dead, only her mind lived. He inserted a tube inside the small incision and then inserted a syringe into one of the tube’s openings and injected water into it. The water filled a small bladder inside her stomach and locked the tube in place. “There,” he said, “Now you won’t have to worry about eating or drinking. Everything you need will be pumped into the tube.”
 
   The thought of never eating or drinking again was something Sherri’s mind could not fathom. Everything she had taken for granted had been taken out of her control. Just as she was trying to accept her situation, Jeff said, “There are only a couple more procedures and you can be taken to your room.”
 
   Sherri could not imagine what else he could do to her. Once more it was as if Jeff was reading her mind. “This one is going to be easier. If you would just tilt your head back a little.”
 
   She did as he said and immediately he inserted something hard down her throat. Sherri began to gag, instinctively trying to force the object from her throat so she could breathe once more. With practiced hands Jeff inserted another, smaller tube inside the first and strapped it to her head. He then connected the tube to a thin pipe and air once more began to flow into her aching lungs.
 
   Sherri tried to breath on her own, but she was forced to accept the air the machine was giving her. Jeff said, “In time your body will forget how to breathe. When that time comes I will insert a more permanent apparatus.” With his words she cried, realizing that she would not die, but would be trapped in that lifeless body for as long as she lived.
 
   Sweat began to form on Jeff’s brow as he prepared the next procedure. Sherri could see that he was nervous and knew it must be something potentially life threatening. Jeff made an incision just below her collarbone and began to thread wires into the hole. He then connected the wires to a machine and turned it on. Along with the wires he had inserted a clear tube. Jeff connected an intravenous bag to the tube, cleared all the air and removed the clamp. He stood back, crossing his arms as he waited expectantly.
 
   Sherri watched Jeff instead of what was happening to her. He looked scared, something she would never have expected to see on his face. After a minute or so she began to feel strange, dizzy. She noticed her heartbeat was slowing. Fear gripped her and her eyes bulged as her heart finally stopped. Even though her heart had ceased the machine kept pumping the useless oxygen into her lungs.
 
   Her heart beat once and a long moment passed before it beat again, but that was all and Sherri’s mind was overwhelmed with that awful stillness. Jeff pressed buttons and just before Sherri passed out her heart beat again and quickly assumed a steady rhythm.
 
   Jeff sighed with relief and gave Sherri a little smile, “I have inserted electrodes into your heart and the IV is sending a drug that isolates the muscles of your heart from your body’s nervous system. The machine is the only thing keeping your heart beating. I now have total control of your body. Do you understand me?”
 
   Unable to speak or move her hands to make gestures, Sherri tried answering him as best she could with her eyes and head. “I have control of your being wake or asleep, and right now I am going to put you to sleep for a little while.”
 
   Jeff pressed a button on one of his machines and as simple as that Sherri’s heart and breathing slowed until she found the darkness of sleep. She dreamed as she slept. Sherri dreamed she was a little girl and was running through the yard chasing her now dead brother.
 
   Sounds of monitors and pumps filled her senses when Sherri opened her eyes again. She was no longer in the doctor’s office. The room was much larger and she now lay on a device that was completely unfamiliar to her. It was ‘X’ shaped table of some sort that kept her legs spread wide as they lay in individual appendages. A trap like structure covered her as well. The best she could tell, it was identical to the one in which she lay. Her arms were encased much like her legs, and were swung at a forty-five degree angle from her body. Sherri did not care what position her arms and legs were in since the only time she realized they even existed was when she looked at them. They were useless to her now.
 
   Sherri was pleased to see Jeff had been sitting in a chair beside her while she’d slept. His nervousness earlier and now his waiting by her side showed her that he cared for her in some way. He had dozed off but came fully awake at seeing her eyes looking at him.
 
   A smile formed on his face and he said, “Welcome back. I want you to know what to expect, so I have some things to tell you. The harness you are in is to prevent bedsores. You will sleep one hour in four, and this machine will rotate you, turn you completely over, during that rest period, or on occasion shortly after you wake. ”
 
   Sherri noticed his eyes divert from her to something else. She shifted her head to see what he was looking at. The girl was startled to see five others in the room, all just as she was. He was smiling as she looked back at him. He said, “As you can see you are not alone here. They all came here just as you have, Sherri.”
 
   Jeff hesitated as if considering something carefully and finally told her, “I have an assistant, she will see to all your care. April is a good nurse and caring woman but she appreciates why you are here. She will do everything possible to keep you healthy, but nothing to make your life easier. In fact if we could find someone to replace her, she would take a place at your side.”
 
   He brushed a lock of hair from Sherri’s face and said, “There is only one more procedure and then we will be through. Now, if you will look straight up, eyes forward.”
 
   Sherri did as he asked and Jeff began to make small precise cuts on her face and neck. Since she still had feeling the cuts hurt badly. The first cut told her what he as doing. The moment the scalpel cut through her flesh a nerve and tendon was severed. Sherri’s right jaw went slack as well as the same side of her mouth that had been biting tightly on the tube in her mouth.
 
   In rapid succession the rest of Sherri’s face went slack and numb as well. By the time Jeff was through the only thing she could do was blink her eyes, and that only lasted for a moment before another small touch of the scalpel locked her eyelids fully open. Anyone that saw her would have thought Sherri was dead. The only sign of life was the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as the machine fed her oxygen.
 
   After the final incision Jeff left her alone, a loneliness Sherri had never experienced before. Her existence was in the hands of the machines that beeped and thumped somewhere behind her. Sherri realized she might have made a mistake by giving herself over to this man as she had. Nothing in her imagination prepared her for what was happening.
 
   The steady rhythm of the machine eventfully began to slow, her breathing and heartbeat slowed with it. Sleep took her once again and this time she did not dream. The machine had taken her deep, into a place very near death, where dreams dared not go.
 
   Sherri woke feeling refreshed and full as if she had eaten a small meal. She yawned but her mouth remained motionless. She lay looking round the room, as much as her eyes would allow. She could barely see the other occupants around the room and wondered if they could see her.
 
   There was a whirring sound and Sherri felt her body shit. The harness that encased her began to rise till she was standing upright. Then it began its slow decent until she was facing the floor. She stayed like that a long while, although she had no real way to track time. Her mind wandered and it was a new torment, being alone like that, one Sherri had never imagined. It came as a relief when finally the machines put her to sleep once more.
 
   Sherri began to long for the hour that she could sleep. During that hour she could momentarily escape her prison. She waited for the nurse to come and put drops in her dried open eyes. The only time she was allowed total darkness were the times she slept.
 
   The next time she woke she was looking at the plain white ceiling again. Sherri tried to hold her breath, just to do something different but the machine forced her to breath. What she guessed to every few days, the breathing machine would stop and she would struggle to breathe. One day the attendant happened to be at her side when this happened and explained to Sherri that the machine was testing her, to see if Sherri’s body still remembered how to breathe on its own.
 
   One day the attendant stopped and stared at Sherri said, “I am so envious of you. I come in here and take care of you girls, when I only want to be one of you. I would do anything to give myself over totally to someone.”
 
   Sherri was unsure what April meant about giving herself to someone. She only knew she was one of the living dead, and in reality belonged to no one but the machines. It wasn’t long before she found out what the attendant had meant.
 
   Jeff appeared at her side for the first time since being brought into the room she was in. He said, “I have someone for you to meet.”
 
   She grew excited at the thought of meeting someone new; it broke the boredom of Sherri’s bane existence.  But despite that mental stimulation, her heart kept its slow, steady rhythm, ignorant of any emotional stimulation whatsoever.
 
   From the shadows stepped a short balding fat man in his sixties. The fact that he was nude made the man even more repulsive. Sherri looked away from him and Jeff said, “This is Sam, and you are his for as long as he wants you.”
 
   Sherri knew what he meant. This man had paid for the right to her body. It was suddenly clear why she was there. She and the others were made this way to satisfy the perverted desires of sick old men. They had become lifeless whores. Sherri would have never consented to sex with this man in her previous life, but now she had no choice.
 
   When Jeff left the room, the man said, “Hi baby, I have waited a long time for someone like you. I might have preferred you with a few less gizmos attached, but you will be here longer with them.”
 
   He leaned over Sherri and kissed her as much on the lips, as her breathing tube would allow. “Jeff promised me that he’d be able to remove this in a day or two.” Sam tapped the plastic with his finger. “But for now, I guess you need it.” He shrugged and kissed her again and it repulsed Sherri to no end. She might have vomited if it had been possible. There were no useful muscles left to force the bile from her stomach.
 
   Sam wasted little time touching her breasts, fondling her body and watching her face for a reaction which would never come. Sherri couldn’t feel his hands at all, nor could Sherri feel Sam’s cock pushing slowly into her pussy. Yet just knowing what he was doing revolted her. He fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Ten minutes later he turned to leave, stopped and looked back and said, “Thank you for being so wet for me. I have never had a woman as wet as you were.”
 
   Inside her mind Sherri laughed at herself. As revolted as she had been by this strange ugly fat man fucking her, an experience she could not even feel, she had been soaking wet. The girl knew that something inside of her must have been turned on by the vile act. She made a mental note for next time; she would look deep inside for any hidden desire that might be there. But it seemed far more likely that Sherri’s body just reacted to the stimulus, which she had no control over. In her mind she laughed once more at the thought there was something else she couldn’t deny.
 
   The breathing machine stopped but she laid there, her body giving no indication that it was starving for air. The only part that knew she was suffocating was her mind. Her lungs made no attempt to try and breathe. Thankfully the machine restarted and the life giving air flowed once more into her lungs.
 
   Three more times over a short period the machine stopped again, with same results every time, her body did not try to breathe; Sherri had forgotten how to. The machine must have sent some alarm to Jeff since he came after the third time. He smiled delightfully and said, “I’ve never had this happen so soon before. Its really a good thing, Sam hated not being able to kiss you and he is paying a lot of money for you.”
 
   Sherri could only see Jeff from the corner of an eye as he worked with something. When he came closer she could see he carrying a surgical tray. Jeff pulled on latex gloves and said, “Its time to get that tube out of your mouth.”
 
   He made a small cut in her throat and had ready a trachea tube. In a quick practiced motion he pulled the tube from her mouth and for a few seconds Sherri panicked as her air supply was cut off. It seemed an unbearably long time before Jeff pushed a new tube into the opening in her throat. Once again the pump filled her lungs with air. Sherri was glad to have the tube out of her mouth and licked her lips for the first time since she had been there. To her surprise they were not cracked from dryness. The balms the nurse put on them every day had worked well.
 
   Jeff noticed and laughed and said, “I can see you really enjoyed that.” Without saying another word he picked up the scalpel, still covered in the blood from her throat, and cut her uvula deeply, so that Sherri’s tongue fell immediately slack. With that severed she had no more control of her tongue; it lay lifelessly in her mouth. Her mouth filled with blood but there was little worry since she could not swallow and the trachea protected her lungs. There was no longer anything of her body she could move, she was in complete paralysis.
 
   Time passed at a pace she could not determine. Sam and only Sam came to have sex with her. He would kiss her, play with her breasts and have intercourse with her. He would always describe how wet she had been. Every time he left Sherri swore to herself that she would control at least that part of her body. Yet, each time she flowed like a river according to him.
 
   One day Sam came to her and kissed her tenderly on her lips. He leaned over here so that she could see his ugly face clearly and said, “I have never met anyone like you Sherri. I know we have not been seeing each other long but I have developed strong feelings for you.”
 
   Sherri would have looked at him in shock if it had been possible. He was talking to her as if she were the girlfriend next door. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she could do nothing about it, not even complain. He would jerk off in her flaccid mouth and his cum would just run off her lips and out of the corner of her mouth.
 
  
 
Sam said more, but most of his words were lost to Sherri, only the last of them hit her like a brick. He said to her as a man might say to a woman he loved deeply, “Will you marry me, Sherri?”
 
   Sherri could give no expression to the immediate repulsion she felt, but Sam acted as if she had jumped with joy and shouted, “YES!”
 
   He slipped an engagement ring on her left hand and kissed her passionately. The kiss still revolted her and wished she could at least puke in his mouth. With that he fucked her furiously and said how wet she was. He left for long period of time.
 
   In the time of Sam’s absence the attendant began to bring gift-wrapped packages to Sherri. April would open each package and read the card it came with to her. The boxes contained everything from negligees to sex toys and toasters. Mentally Sherri laughed at the idea that she was getting wedding presents, as if it was going to be a normal wedding.
 
   Time passed and something strange began to happen. From the first day Sherri had arrived, there had only been April and Jeff, and of course her betrothed, Sam. But now there were others as well, their low indistinct voices buzzing in her ears. It didn’t take long to realize what was happening. The room was being decorated for a wedding, hers.
 
   Later people began to fill the room, wearing formal attire. They would file past Sherri and offer congratulations. They were congratulating a corpse for all they knew. She either looked dead or in a coma. Then she realized she had hit on something. Sam had probably given some tale on how he was marrying his girlfriend who had been in a terrible accident and was in a coma.
 
   Everyone took pains to make the scene appear as normal. Some of the ladies would have tears in their eyes, as they offered their congratulations. Some would squeeze her hand or kiss her on the cheek, not knowing perhaps that Sherri could not feel any of it.
 
   After a time Sam arrived with a minister in tow, stood at Sherri’s side, and took her hand and held it. The minister did a traditional ceremony.  A woman Sherri had never seen before spoke the words that the bride might have said. Finally came the finale, Sam and Sherri’s stand in bride said, “I do.” And the minister pronounced them man and wife. Sam slipped the wedding ring on Sherri’s finger and kissed his paralyzed bride tenderly.
 
   Everyone cheered and the champagne began to flow. Sam never left her side as he sipped champagne from a glass that was far too dainty for his fat fingers. He was constantly kissing Sherri.
 
   The attendant, April, came to Sherri, wearing a formal gown and said, “Jeff said that you should enjoy your wedding party and were to have some champagne.”
 
   The woman pulled a syringe from her purse and stuck the feeding inlet, injecting pink champagne into it. After the third injection Sherri was as drunk as everyone else. Up until that point her diet had been strictly controlled. The booze made her giddy and then sick.
 
   The bile managed to push up through her esophagus of its own accord and ooze from her mouth. The taste was terrible and made her that much more ill. Luckily dead muscles allowed no more to rise. The wedding party thought it was funny that the bride had drank a little too much champagne.
 
   They all congratulated Sherri once more as they filed from the room. The men gave Sam winks as if they knew what groom does on his honeymoon. That is exactly what he did. Her sleep periods had been suspended for the night and he touched, kissed and had sex with her for hours, while she only wanted to die from the ill effects of the champagne, and Sam’s repugnant touch. She begged silently for her sleep period to come soon.
 
   Finally Sherri got what she wanted and slept longer than anytime since she had arrived at her new home. In the days following the wedding, Sherri saw many things change. She was moved to a room away from the other inanimate women. Sam moved in and it was like a normal home, other than the fact the wife was lifeless and despised her new husband utterly.
 
  The marriage was legal and binding, Sherri had been told, and according to the law Sam could pull her life support at anytime he wanted. If at anytime Sam could have known how much she hated being with him he might have pulled the plug. But of course he never would, Sherri was always wet and ready for him, and that was all the proof of love Sam needed.
 
   One day Sherri was surprised to see a new attendant. Sam said, “April wanted you to know she got her wish. She is like you now.”
 
   Inwardly Sherri smiled for her old attendant/friend.
 
   The end of part one
 
 
 
Edited by Rachael Aug. 2005
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