Amber's Friends: caring or cruel

Story by  shmabahamoha

Amber sat dejectedly at the table. Her life was not going well. She had just failed most of her university courses and been fired from the part-time job that she was working to pay for uni. Her friends Esther and Peter had been trying to cheer her up with limited success. But how could they understand when Esther was smart enough to have never failed anything in her life and Peter was rich enough that he could go for a decade without a job and not worry? Furthermore, Esther and Peter, her only friends, were together while she had no-one.

“I wish I could live a life without any worries or responsibilities,” Amber moaned. It wasn’t the first time she had said this since her troubles had started. She was too busy staring at the table to notice Esther giving Peter a surreptitious nod when she said this.

“I’ll get you a cup of tea. It’ll make you feel better,” Peter stated, heading to his and Esther’s kitchen. Amber mumbled in thanks. She knew she should treat better her friends who were being so kind to her but she struggled to care at the moment.

A couple of minutes later, Peter returned with a cup of tea which he placed in front of Amber. Amber managed a more audible thanks before taking the cup and starting to drink. She didn’t see Peter’s nodded response to Esther’s questioning glance. As it was, Amber soon began to feel drowsy and slid into unconsciousness.

When the sedated Amber slumped onto the table, Peter and Esther moved quickly. They carried their friend into the guest bedroom, where they laid her on the bed and removed her clothes – she wouldn’t be needing those anymore. Peter then took some rope from under the bed and tied Amber to the corners of the bed in a naked spread eagle. Peter reached under the bed again to pull out a box that had been delivered only that morning.

“What do we want to start with?” Peter asked.

“Obviously, the chastity belt,” Esther replied. “We let her wake up once it’s bonded to her and then explain her situation to her.” As she said this, Peter was pulling the aforementioned piece from the box. Its simple metallic exterior belied the complex modern technology within and hid the large phalli protruding from the interior of the panty-shaped object.

“You can do the honours,” he stated, handing the belt to Esther. She took the belt, opened it, and moved next to Amber’s crotch. She guided the two phalli into Amber’s lower orifices, pushing the chastity belt on, and closed the strap.

“Are we ready to lock it?” Esther asked Peter.

“Yes.” With Peter’s go-ahead, Esther pushed the two ends of the strap together and held it. After ten seconds, there was a beep. After 15 seconds, there were two more. After 20 seconds, there was a continuous tone for another second.

“The belt is locked.” As Esther spoke, high-tech nanites in the belt were starting the process of fusing the belt irremovably to Amber’s crotch. Similarly, the phalli were being bonded to the walls of the orifices in which they resided.

“Now we wait,” Peter said as he took Esther’s hand and led her from the room.

Many hours later, Amber stirred. Something was wrong… no, many things were wrong. As she slowly fought off the shackles of sleep, she realised she was bearing real shackles: her arms and legs were spread out and tied to the corners of the bed. And there was something on and in her crotch. What was going on? It started coming back to her when she saw Peter and Esther walk hand-in-hand into the room. She was at their place and they had drugged her.

“What have you done to me?” Amber asked, now feeling awake.

“We have given you a chasti-permalock chastity belt,” Peter stated.

“A what?”

“It’s a chastity belt that uses high-tech nanites to permanently bond to you and keep you excited but never let you orgasm,” Esther calmly explained.

“Take it off me! Now!” Amber ordered.

“It’s too late. It’s already bonded to you.”

“Why have you done this to me, you evil bastards?”

“You kept saying you wished to have a life free of worries and responsibilities. We are giving you that life,” Peter replied.

“What does that mean?” Fear crept into Amber’s voice.

“We have a series of chasti-permalock products that will turn you into someone who cannot have worries and responsibilities.”

“Peter, don’t you think it’s time for the next one of those products?” Esther asked Peter, reaching into the box to pull something phallic-looking out and pass it to Peter.

“Yes, I think so, too,” he replied, taking it off Esther. He moved to stand beside Amber’s head.

“What is it?” Amber asked, the fear clear in her voice.

“Just open your mouth,” was Peter’s only reply. Amber instinctively did as she was told and, before she could think better of it, Peter pushed the object into her mouth. Against her struggles, he pressed it down and held it for 20 seconds. It emitted the same series of beeps as the belt, finishing with a tone. Terror was now clearly writ across Amber’s face.

“That was the chasti-permalock gag. It permanently bonds itself to its wearer’s mouth using the same high-tech nanites as the belt. Once bonded it prevents its wearer from making any sound while fulling their mouth. The central part can be removed but you still won’t be able to talk. That tone was to indicate that the permanent bonding process has started. It will take a couple of hours to complete. We will leave you to it,” Esther explained.

With those words, Amber began to frantically writhe in her bonds. The excitement at her crotch had been increasing while Esther and Peter had been talking so she had no reason to doubt the abilities of the nanites. Already, she was unable to make a sound past the gag. Now she only had a couple of hours until it was permanently bonded to her. It was bad enough that she would never been able to have sex nor orgasm again; she didn’t want to be permanently mute too.

“I hope you’ve tied those ropes well,” Esther stated, looking back at Amber as Peter led her from the room.

“You know as well as I the quality of my knots,” Peter replied, making Esther blush at the memories.

A couple of hours later, after Peter had reminded Esther of the quality of his knots, and what they could be used for, the two of them returned to check on their captive. True to his word, Peter’s knots had held and Amber was still tied spread-eagle to the bed. She looked up pitifully at them as they entered the room.

“How are you feeling, now that your mouth is permanently sealed?” Peter asked.

Amber appeared to attempt to talk but when no sound came out, she slumped her head in defeat and settled for giving him the middle finger.

“Would you say we are ready for the next step?” Esther asked Peter.

“I think we are,” he replied, reaching into the box. “I believe this is the next piece,” he said, handing something to Esther.

“The chasti-permalock bodyform. Yes, that is the next piece.” Esther stepped around to Amber’s side with the bodyform. The innocuous-looking garment appeared to be a simple tube which wrapped around the wearer’s middle. Esther knew it to be much more than that, as she explained to Amber, “this is a chasti-permalock bodyform. When I put this on you, it will bond to you – permanently, of course. It will then begin to take the form of whatever piece of clothing we have programmed it to and, in doing so, it will compress your waist like a corset.”

Having said this, Esther wrapped the garment around Amber’s waist and began to hold it together to activate the bonding. This prompted Amber to thrash frantically, preventing Esther from activating the bonding.

“Assistance please, Peter,” Esther called. Peter went over to the other side of Amber and held her down, allowing Esther to hold the bodyform together for long enough to activate the bonding. As the tone sounded indicating the start of the bonding, Amber ceased her struggles and looking pleadingly at Peter and Esther as if to beg ‘please don’t do this to me; please let me go.’ Amber’s plea was ignored as Peter and Esther wordlessly turned and left the room together, abandoning Amber to the not-so tender mercies of chasti-permalock.

When Esther and Peter next went into the room where Amber was, the effects of the bodyform were starting to become apparent. It had already visibly pulled in Amber’s waist and grown to cover her breasts and merge with her chastity belt. Its wearer was also starting to feel its effects as it had reduced her breathing to small, shallow breaths. As it had covered her breasts, it had increased her already artificially heightened arousal but it, of course, allowed no release. Nonetheless, the bodyform still had a long way to go.

“What say you to moving on with the next part while we wait for the bodyform to finish?” Esther asked. This suggestion was met with furious head-shaking from the woman tied to the bed, which was ignored by the couple standing over her.

“Can two items bond to the same person simultaneously?” Peter queried.

“Absolutely. There is no limit with the technology. The only limit is with the wearer.” Esther’s reply set off another bout of head-shaking from Amber. “The wearer seems to think there is no limit with her,” laughed Esther, deliberately misinterpreting Amber’s movements.

“I say we continue. It must the chasti-permalock boots next.” Peter fished the calf-length heels out of the box as he said it.

“Yes, it is. The boots will bond to the wearer and mould their legs and feet into the preset design, which in this case are heelless ballet boots that will hold the top of the feet in line with the legs.” Esther explained for Amber’s benefit more than Peter’s.

By unspoken agreement, Peter held Amber’s left leg while Esther untied it, put the boot on it, and then retied it (with Peter checking the quality of the knot). They repeated the process on Amber’s right leg. With the boots on and Amber safely retied spread eagle, they moved to initiate the bonding of the boots, again first with the left leg and then with the right. Amber tried to move her legs away from Esther and Peter’s attentions but unable to do so, she surrendered to the inevitable and despondedly watched as the bonding process was initiated. She felt the moment both boots had been activated as the stimulation increased at her crotch and breasts. Esther and Peter, their work down for now, turned for the door, leaving Amber writhing in a feeble attempt to stimulate herself to an orgasm that would never come.

Later that evening, Esther and Peter returned to Amber’s room. Further growth in the bodyform was visible, having grown to the top of Amber’s neck, while increasing the size of her breasts. Similarly, the boots’ work was well underway, with them now extending all the way up her legs to fuse with the belt and they had forced her feet to take a rigid en pointe position – from now on, she would have to walk on her toes alone.

Amber was faring less well as she lay exhausted on the bed. It had been a long and stressful day. The seriousness – and permanency – of her situation was only beginning to sink but her powerlessness was leaving her resigned to what had happened and to what was to come next. She still did not know why Esther and Peter were doing this to her but she knew Esther was smart and had noticed a sadistic glint to her eye as she watched and deepened Amber’s predicament.

Esther wasn’t doing much watching at the moment as she and Peter set about rearranging Amber’s restraints. Esther assisted as Peter fastened Amber’s legs to the middle of the foot of the bed and thence Amber’s legs together so that she couldn’t separate them. Amber offered little resistance to their actions as she grew to accept her position and preferred to have her legs tied together than wide apart – as it was, the token resistance she gave for appearances was tiresome due to her waist being much constricted by the bodyform, leaving her breathless. She might have put up more resistance if she had known what the bodyform would do now that her legs were together.

Having rearranged her legs, Esther and Peter set about rearranging Amber’s arms. Peter started by untying her right arm and brought it over to her left side, where he tied it to her left arm so that her arms were behind her and she was left on her side. He then tied her to the middle of the head of the bed using a rope around her neck; the bodyform would ensure that the rope didn’t strangle her. As he untied her left arm from the corner of the bed, Esther pulled out the next item – an armbinder – from the box. By now, resignation had overtaken Amber and made no attempts to stop them as Peter and Esther fed her arms into the armbinder, removing the rope about her wrists as they did so. A strap connected to the armbinder was fastened around Amber’s waist, holding her arms against her back. She did no more than wince when she heard the series of beeps ending with the tone.

“As you have probably surmised, that is a chasti-permalock armbinder that we have just put on you,” Esther explained. “It has already begun bonding to your arms and them to your back. In time, it will fuse your arms together, merging them into your back until they are completely dissolved. You will never have use of your hands or arms again.”

With the finality of that last declaration, Amber’s eyes widened in horror momentarily before she closed them in acceptance of her fate. Witnessing her reaction, Peter moved to reassure her. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine,” he stated as he took Esther’s hand and dragged her from the room.

Something about what Peter had said stuck in Amber’s brain. Why did the simple ‘don’t worry’ seem so foreshadowing – and hindshadowing. She was unable to come to a conclusion before the incessant stimulation provided by these infernal devices addled her brain once more.

Amber didn’t receive a visit from Esther and Peter until the next morning, once Esther had been freed from her own bindings. Arriving in Amber’s room, they inspected the overnight progress of the chasti-permalocks. The boots, their work shaping Amber’s legs and feet, were starting to be covered by the bodyform, which had grown from the crotch to form a skirt that held her legs tightly together down to her knees. The bodyform had also been active on Amber’s torso where it had corseted her waist down to minuscule proportions and expanded her breasts by an equal amount. Amber’s arms meanwhile, trapped in the armbinder, were still clearly present, although their distinctiveness was being lost as they were merged together.

It was not the outwards changes that had Amber’s attention, however. Ever since she had woken with the chastity belt on her, it had been stimulating her, constantly heightening her arousal. It would make her horny and then hornier and hornier and then… nothing. The stimulation would stop or fall short. Release was denied to her, leaving her on edge, internally pleading to be pushed that little bit further to take her over the edge – but her pleas went unheeded and the torture continued.

“It looks like she is almost ready,” Peter stated.

“Yes. I think we should move on to the final item,” Esther replied. Listening, Amber was unsure whether to be concerned that there was another item or to be glad that it would be the last one. She couldn’t yet see what Peter was grabbing out of the box under the bed but she was soon told anyway.

“The box is now empty, so here it is: the chasti-permalock hood, featuring the built-in chasti-permalock blindfold and earplugs,” he declared.

“Ah, good! This will bond to the wearer’s head, giving them the perfect face and hair that the mask has been programmed for. The integrated blindfold and earplugs will initially halve the wearer’s sight and hearing and then subsequently reduce them until they are removed completely when the changes conducted by the wearer’s other chasti-permalocks have been completed.” Amber goggled at Esther’s explanation. Not only had she been deprived or her hands, sex, and voice, she was going to be deprived of her senses as well! She certainly did not want that.

“Let’s get this finished,” Peter declared, “Are you ready?”

“Yes. Lead on.” Peter and Esther moved to Amber’s head. It took both of them to get it onto her head as she furiously shook it in a last-ditch attempt to avoid the diabolical device. She was, of course, overpowered and Peter and Esther prevailed to pull the mask over her head and hair. Amber panicked as it cut off her breathing but that ceased to be a problem when the bonding process was initiated. She didn’t have time to consider how she was actually breathing as, looking through her darkened vision and listening with her dampened hearing to Peter and Esther talk as they left the room, it dawned on her that she was now completed enclosed in chasti-permalock devices permanently bonded to and changing her.

Amber was apprehensive as Esther and Peter entered the room a couple of hours later. ‘Was there anything more they could do to her?’ she wondered. She certainly hoped not. She got no hints as they inspected the mask. It was moulding itself to Amber’s facial features – or rather, it was moulding her facial features to it – and it had started to pull her hair through its scalp, turning her hair blonde in the process. No part of Amber’s expression was visible through the blue eyes of the mask, which had integrated itself with the bodyform around her neck.

With their inspection complete, Peter began to untie the ropes binding Amber to the bed, first at her head and neck and then at her feet. It took Amber a moment to realise that she could now move, so used to being immobile she had become. It was only when Esther helped her to sit up that she realised she could. She also realised the limitations the permalocks imposed on her. With the bodyform’s corset preventing her from bending her waist and the armbinder preventing her from pushing off with her arms, she realised she would have struggled to sit up without Esther’s help; maybe in time she would learn how to do it by herself but for now she required assistance.

“It’s time for you to get off the bed and have a walk around so you can adapt to your permalocks,” Esther stated. By now, Amber was sitting on the edge of the bed and her feet on the floor. It took both Esther and Peter helping to get Amber into a standing position. She wobbled at first, unfamiliar as she was with the en pointe position of her heelless boots. She adapted quickly, however, and soon began to take her first tentative steps. Her tentativity was exacerbated the bodyform’s hobble skirt – now reaching to the top of her calves – which forced to her to take short, mincing steps.

With Esther and Peter ready to catch her if necessary, Amber shuffled her way out of the bedroom. It was exhausting work for her to take so many steps whilst her lungs were hampered by her waist-crushing corset – and the stimulation had never ceased. She was too self-focussed to notice Esther’s expression – that of someone relishing another’s predicament, more so in the knowledge that one was responsible for that predicament. Esther had hidden her expression, however, by the time she pulled out a chair and suggested that Amber sit, which Amber inelegantly did.

As Amber contemplated the awkwardness of having the bulge of her arms resting against the chair’s back, Peter and Esther took their own seats at the table. They were sitting in the same places as they had all been when Amber drank the cup of tea that started this all. Peter and Esther exchanged glances before they started talking.

“I’m sure you want an explanation,” Esther began. Amber tried to nod her head in response but the movement was hardly visible.

“We’re doing this to help you.” Amber’s incredulity at Peter’s statement was apparent despite her limited ability to express it. He continued, nonetheless. “You have repeatedly stated that you wished you could live without worries or responsibilities. We are giving you that life.”

“The chasti-permalocks were my idea – to which Peter agreed.” Esther took up the explanation. “With them, you are so restricted that you’ll be spurned any responsibilities. You won’t even have to worry about your food, wastes, or even breathing as the permalock nanites will take care of that and they get their energy from anywhere in the world around them – heat, light, electricity, even magnetism.”

“You don’t need to worry about where to live or what to do as we will look after you,” Peter resumed, “I’m rich enough that it’ll be no problem – and you’re low maintenance now too.” If Esther and Peter had said anymore, Amber wouldn’t’ve noticed as she was angered the way those she thought her friends had twisted her words. As she contemplated the nihility her life had become, beneath her mask, the nanites worked furiously to remove the product of her active tear glands.

Amber was sitting in the same chair at the table the next day absently watching Peter work in the kitchen when Esther emerged out of the guest bedroom.

“Peter!” she called, “you left something in the box.” Assuming that they were talking about the box the chasti-permalocks came in, Amber’s heart sank. Surely there was nothing more?

“What was it?” Peter asked, straining his memory for the answer, “I don’t remember anything else.” Peter comment gave Amber a whiff of hope it at least wouldn’t be too bad.

“The remote,” replied Esther, “how else are we meant to guide her?” A remote for what? Amber was reluctantly curious.

“Of course. Why don’t you test it out?” Peter suggested. Amber watched as Esther – who was now opposite her – pushed a button on the small black remote. Immediately, Amber felt a stimulation at her crotch – a stronger, more pleasurable stimulation than usual. Esther pushed another button and Amber immediately felt a painful jolt on her right breast – far less pleasant.

“This remote allows me or Peter to you stimulation or shocks to each of breasts, your crotch, or all three simultaneously,” Esther explained, “From now on, something at crotch means go or stop, depending on what you’re doing, and something at your breast means left or right, respectively. All three together will be used for punishment or reward.” Esther hit a button and Amber felt the stimulation at her crotch.

“That means go,” Esther stated, “so stand up.” Esther hit another button. Amber startled as she felt her crotch get shocked. She stood up this time – awkwardly but she got up – and was rewarded with pleasurable stimulation in all three places.

“That’s better. See what happens when you behave,” Esther stated. Another button and Amber felt stimulation at her right breast – so she turned right. Stimulation at her crotch – so she started walking.

Esther used the remote to guide Amber around the room for the next ten minutes. Whenever Amber was slow or refused to obey a command, Esther didn’t hesitate to use the shocks. Similarly, she used the pleasurable stimulation to reward obedience from Amber, who found the activity tiring, restricted as she was by the corset and hobble skirt. Nonetheless, Amber enjoyed receiving the stimulations; however, she was only left frustrated as, no matter how pleasurable they were, the stimulations were carefully calibrated to never push her over the edge, only leaving her eager for more (and thus ensuring obedience).

Many weeks later, Amber walked into Esther and Peter’s bedroom. It was her bedroom as well, now that they had taken to getting Amber to join them in the enormous bed. She had to admit that she wasn’t enamoured of being there when they made love, unable as she was to take part in any way. Nonetheless, she did enjoy the human touch (still perceivable through the permalocks) when they included them in their snuggling, particularly if they activated the stimulation using the remote. Sometimes, they would remove the central piece of the gag, allowing Peter to use her mouth; despite have no say over this, she surprised herself by enjoying it as the most intimate activity she was permitted.

Peter and Esther’s usage of the remote had dropped off after an initial training period. Now that she was well-trained and responded quickly to her orders, she received mainly stimulations but she still received shocks, especially if Esther was in a tormenting mood. They used the remote to guide Amber when necessary or to entertain themselves; the former was becoming more necessarily common as the chasti-permalock devices neared the end of their changes.

Amber moved to stand in front of the full-length mirror. She looked very different to what she did before the devices were installed. She started at the feet of the doll-like reflection clad in alluring black. She had adapted to the en pointe heelless boots and she was stable in them in both standing and walking. Her walking was slow as the hobble skirt, now down to her ankles, limited her strides to a foot or less. The hobble skirt formed a clean line up her legs, hugging and flaunting them, up to her voluptuous hips. Here, it smoothly transitioned into the corset that gave her an unnaturally small waist – again, no more than a foot. Her narrow waist was in stark contrast to the large orbs protruding from her chest – each of her breasts was nearly a foot in diameter.

Above her enlarged breasts lay her armless shoulders, which formed a smooth line with the sides of her torso; there was no evidence here, down her back, or anywhere else, that she ever had – or was meant to have – arms. At her shoulders began the posture collar that ran up her neck. It held her head regally erect and facing firmly forward. Her head was covered by the mask that gave her a flawless visage. The pale skin was contrasted with the vibrant red of the luscious lips and the sparkling blue of the eyes – eyes through which she now only dimly saw the world. In the centre of the face sat a shapely nose and to its sides sat well-formed ears through which she heard in muted tones. The face was framed by the long, blonde tresses currently hanging freely down to her knees; she would find herself sitting on her hair if she wasn’t careful, although Esther did sometimes enjoy styling the enchanting mass.

Amber was unsure whether the figure looking back at her really was her but she was definitely the one beneath the mask. It was she whose body had been modified by the array of devices bonded to it. It was definitely she that was being constantly stimulated to a heightened arousal, yet never receiving release. Whether or not it truly was she looking back at her, she was the one living it.

Three beeps tore Amber out of her thoughts. Where was that beep from? Ten seconds later, there was another beep. It sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it. Five seconds later, another two beeps. Definitely familiar. Finally, five seconds later, there was a tone. It was from the chasti-permalocks, she realised just as the room went dark and her world went silent. With the chasti-permalock blindfold and earplugs activated, her transformation was complete. She would see or hear no more.

Amber’s knees went weak as this fact sunk in. Just when she thought she was about to collapse, she felt arms wrap around her and hold her up. The embrace – it was Esther, judging by the height – stabilised her physically and mentally. Her situation may be Esther and Peter’s fault but her friend was there for her, easing her worries. This, she realised, was what the removal of her sight and hearing would finally force her to do: live a life without worries or responsibilities just as she had wistfully sought. There was a real peace to be found in her current situation and for that she leaned into her friend’s hug in silent thanks for what they had done to her.