LOCK DOWN

Extract

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It wasn't so much a walk as an assisted hobble. Every step she took was one that saw the pain seem to intensify. Every step seemed huge, her lifting a foot and moving forward into a step. It was like every step was an effort of mammoth proportions. She could feel the hand of the woman hooked into, and under one of her arms and she was helping Scarlett. She wasn't leading her - she was letting Scarlett take the steps in her own time. It was as though even this was part of the entertainment and the sadistic pleasure for this couple. The very act of making this woman walk in her own time to a point that she couldn't see, and didn't know how long it would take her, or what exactly would happen when she got there seemed to be part of the deliberate build-up of anxiety in Scarlett.

There was every single painful step but there was the weight of her breasts and the sway of them as she moved as well. She was feeling things, sensations that she hadn't felt for a long time because of how she had been bondaged and kept in one position. It was like she was learning to walk again and each and every step she took, took a massive amount of effort and as a result she took a massive more amount of agony as that urine inside her, and that oily substance sloshed and added to the pressure she was feeling. There was no doubt that the stature, the stance and the body language that existed now was not those that had applied to Scarlett before this turn of events in her life.

In effect Scarlett had been led to a form of 'treadmill'. She had reached the point in the warehouse where this treadmill was and she had been given a second to gather her thoughts but then she had needed to 'step up' onto the platform that she would be secured to. That has been pure effort and agony for her. And she had this sense of being higher up, off the ground and that was true. And this woman turned her gently but that didn't help the pain, in fact it made it worse in short very acute bursts. Then her hands were being brought out, stretched to her sides, and cuffed to a short length of chain, one at a time. And once again, her hooded head was secured above her and Scarlett wished this wasn't the case.

Having more movement in her head was something that she had liked for that short time. It was like a brief interlude and distraction from the pain. But it was short and it was never a complete distraction and now her head was secured again with minimal movement. There were other things being done around her, she could sense that. Every one of her senses was enhanced and heightened and she just knew when something was happening. She could feel a body and hands 'busy busy' around her but she didn't know what they were doing. she was getting used to a new position, and at a new height. 'You will have to walk. You will have to keep up. If you don't keep up you will be given severe electric shocks. And you do not want that to happen, trust me. If you are shocked, then the body's instinct is to evacuate your bladder and bowels, but you cannot do that and so there will be this new intensity to the pain, another level that you will feel. You really do not want to experience that."

And for some reason, the way that voice sounded, there was like this acceptance that Scarlett would be shocked at some time, or several times going forward. She was simply warning Scarlett what would happen. Not kindness of course - it could have been kindness at one point, warning her in advance of the pain she would feel and the shock. But no, this was the sadist in full flow. This was her putting Scarlett under pressure as though she wasn't under enough of it already. And Scarlett was processing the words. She could never be blamed for thinking that the precipice of her suffering had been reached and surpassed but how wrong would she have been? She was processing now that she would have to keep walking. She was working out that it was a treadmill that she was on and she was working out that her walking would be a constant thing. Hence the 'constant motion'. How did she feel about that? Her emotions would have been suppressed somewhat simply because she had to get through what she was going through. But her fear was being heightened in the most succinct way. She was being fed the image in words and she was building that picture in her mind. The trouble with building pictures like that in the mind was that the gaps were filled in with the worse possible scenario. It was like prep time all over again. The truth would be bad enough, she already knew that but now she was filling in those gaps with the absolute worst case scenarios. Constant electric shocks. Her stumbling on those heels. Her trying to beg for mercy and not being able to.

When the platform she was on began to move it was slowly. There would have been little point in starting the treadmill off quickly - there would have been a stumble. These sadists were fair if not sick in the mind for allowing Scarlett to get used to actually walking on the extreme heels of the boots she was fitted with. She knew she had to walk, she was encouraged, or 'reminded' by the little tug of the points that she was secured by. Her wrists, her head - if she didn't keep up then there would be that little pull from her cuffs and head restraint, and she knew that she had to be slightly quicker. But those steps were something that she had to get used to. Until this point she had stood on the boots only, except for that very slow, ponderous assisted walk to the treadmill - apart from that she had stood on one spot. But now she was having to put her long legs and her hips into a walking motion and that was something that she had to learn. It was something that she had to process in her mind but it was something that she had to absolutely learn from scratch. And it was something else that she had to suffer from. Each one of those steps meant that the appendages, still up inside her anus and vagina moved, and they shifted inside her. She became more aware of the 'size' of her anus every time she took a step because of the size of the appendage that moved. This was a young woman being reminded with every step, what she was, or more to the point, what she had become. And reminded of the substances that had filled her to bursting point.