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Caroline 05: Cleopatra
Copyright Oggbashan July 2020
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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Now that Caroline was having her creations made for her, she and Angela could devote their time to designing and making prototypes of new ones.
I knew that I would be the victim of the prototypes. Caroline would design and make it; Angela would design the software. Either the artefact itself, or the software, could go wrong. They tried to think of safety devices but only a test would prove if there was any danger to users.
“Nick,” Caroline said, “I will have a new design for us to test tomorrow.
“OK, Caroline,” I said. “I think I can manage that. What’s this one called?”
“She will be a giant Cleopatra, the last Egyptian Pharaoh.”
“OK, and what does Cleopatra do?”
“She catches — usually men — as they wander around in the club…”
“Jerry’s club?”
“Yes. Cleopatra is a commission from Jerry. She hugs them before they are gagged and wound tightly in silk strips to make them become a helpless mummy.”
“A mummy?”
“Yes. Like those silly Japanese game shows. But first I want to try just a detail. Are you ready, Nick”!
“What for?” I started to ask.
Caroline slid something small between my lips. Before I knew what she had intended I heard a hiss of air. Whatever it was she had put in my mouth had expanded into a pear shaped gag behind my teeth. I couldn’t say a word. I shook my head but I couldn’t displace it. Even with free hands I couldn’t pull it out yet it wasn’t impeding my breathing at all. I grunted.
“Can you say anything, nick?” Caroline asked.
I tried. It was impossible. All I could do was grunt faintly.
“Great,” Caroline said. “I thought it would work. I tried it on myself several times but it isn’t the same as doing it to someone else. How do you escape from it? You can’t. I could remove it but it is designed for Cleopatra to use. Come and meet her, Nick.”
Caroline took me by the hand and led me into the next room where her experiments were conducted. Facing me was a giant statue of Cleopatra as an Egyptian Queen wearing the Pharaoh’s double crown. Even without the crown she was nine feet tall. She was wearing a golden pleated dress that fell from her bust and had the traditional black hair. Around her bare right arm an asp was curled.
“I haven’t activated her yet, Nick. She would just be standing in the club’s bar area looking like a statue. That’s all she would appear to be until a man, usually a man although it could be a woman, goes too close, especially if their back is turned to Cleopatra. Please come and stand with your back to her, about two feet away, Nick.”
She led me into position.
“One of the features I and Angela are working on is how Cleopatra would gag her victim. We haven’t got that mechanism right yet, so I’ve gagged you already. Assume that one of the first things Cleopatra would do it insert that self-inflating gag into your mouth. But before that? I’ll turn her on and she’ll show you.”
I heard a click. Suddenly Cleopatra’s arms whipped around me, trapping my arms by my sides. She lifted me bodily off my feet. With one arm still holding me and the other lower arm across me her hand moved towards my mouth but did nothing. I assumed that movement would be intended to end with me gagged. She turned me around so that my head was facing her cleavage before pulling me deep into it. As usual with Caroline’s later constructions despite being apparently smothered between two massive breasts I could still breathe freely even if I couldn’t say a word.
From under the folds of her long pleated skirt two arms appeared and started to wrap around my legs with bands of twelve inch wide silk strips. As each strip surrounded my legs it was pulled tight before fastening on itself, probably with Velcro. My legs were jammed together as the arms moved up to repeat the process around my hips and hands beside them. The strips rose further and Cleopatra’s arms moved to allow access while still holding me immobile. Once I was wrapped from feet to shoulders the movement changed. My shoulders were covered and the strips just rested diagonally across my body until more strips were tightly bound across my chest.
Cleopatra’s hands fitted a white balaclava on my head. It didn’t restrict my neck but all my head except my nose and eyes were covered. Finally another two strips covered my lower face and forehead. Cleopatra turned me around to face outward. Her arms were holding me upright but unlike before they didn’t need to hug me tight. I was helplessly mummified with strips of white cloth unable to move anything except my eyes. Cleopatra’s mechanism appeared to stop at that point.
Caroline wheeled a floor length mirror in front of me so that I could see I was a mummy from head to toe resting in front of Cleopatra with my Beşevler Escort head leaning back into her cleavage.
“Are you OK, Nick?” Caroline asked. “Blink once for yes, twice for no.”
I blinked once. Although I was gagged and helplessly bound, I wasn’t hurting at all.
“OK,. Thank you. You haven’t got a safety ring because we haven’t programmed Cleopatra’s response to that yet. It would complicate matters too much when she is being developed. You won’t be able to blink for the next part but you should still be able to breathe. It won’t last long. It would last much longer when Cleopatra is fully functional but not now. We just want to test the next action before we move on to setting her up for other things. OK?”
I blinked assent. Caroline moved out of my sight and behind Cleopatra. I felt Cleopatra’s arms move slightly as she started the next action.
She put a torso with large breast forms on my chest before the other arms wrapped that tight to me. Looking in the mirror I now appeared to be a well-endowed mummified woman, not a man. Cleopatra pulled a hood over my head. Although it was flexible it covered my head completely yet I could see through the painted eyes. I now had Cleopatra’s face and hair but not the crown. Because the mask didn’t move I looked like a mummified Cleopatra. She added a dress to match hers, falling to the floor and splaying an inch or so beyond my feet. I was now an almost complete smaller replica of the giant Cleopatra behind me.
Caroline moved behind Cleopatra to switch her off. The arms relaxed their grip. I still needed them to hold me upright but they were not hugging me tight.
“That’s it, Nick. We’ve tested every action we’ve programmed so far. What we haven’t done is the systems to reverse what Cleopatra has down to you. Angela and I will have to do that.”
Caroline reached up and pulled the Cleopatra mask off my head. She and Angela eased me out of Cleopatra’s encircling arms and put me on a settee. Caroline removed the bands over my lower face and forehead before removing the white balaclava. She pushed a finger into my mouth. The gag deflated and she pulled it out.
“This will be the most difficult part, Nick,” Caroline said. “I’m not sure we can get Cleopatra to insert this gag and remove it. There are so many variables. I’m thinking I might scrap the idea of a gag. If Cleopatra’s victim screams and pleads it will make no difference to her and might amuse the other people in the club. If he has got a safety ring, of course he could stop Cleopatra, but so many men decide not to wear one.”
She leant over me and kissed me. Mummified as I still was I just had to accept whatever Caroline wanted to do. I was surprised when Angela kissed me too and made a real production of it.
“Why, Angela?” I asked when her lips had moved away.
“Because, Nick,” She said. “Perhaps because you are still tightly wrapped and cannot do anything I don’t want. But mainly because you have behaved impeccably towards me and I love you for it.”
I might have answered but Angela was kissing me again. I was delighted that she felt she could.
It took Caroline and Angela at least a quarter of an hour to unwrap me. The bands around me were so tight and stuck down hard. They were worried that getting Cleopatra to do the unwrapping would be difficult to make work effectively and quickly enough, especially if the emergency ring had been used.
When I was finally released I was grateful to be able to stretch and exercise my arms and legs. Being immovably wrapped might be erotic but I thought I had been restrained for too long. I said so.
“OK, Nick, how long do you think is reasonable?” Caroline asked.
“I was restrained from the first moment Cleopatra grabbed me until you finally unwound me for three-quarters of an hour. Even if Cleopatra was quicker than you two, it would still be half an hour. There are two things wrong with that. The first? Ten minutes is long enough to be aroused. The second? Half an hour means that Cleopatra wouldn’t have many victims in an evening. If she is going to be a feature of the club she ought to be able to grab more victims.”
“OK, Nick. Angela and I will think about how that might be done. Have you got any ideas?”
“It is the wrapping and unwrapping that takes the time. If you were to replace the bands with a bagging scenario? The bag could look like mummy bandages but if it restrained the victim in one action? It would be far quicker to do and undo. And if the bag were to incorporate the breast forms? Another process would be eliminated.”
“Thanks, Nick. Those ideas might work but I think we’ll forget the gagging.”
“How was that supposed to work, Caroline?”
“The gag is disposable, for one use only. It was going to be attached to the tail of Cleopatra’s asp. She would force the tail between the victim’s lips and the gag would expand as it did for you.”
“How does the gag work?”
Caroline showed me one. It was small and flat at the end of a plastic rod.
“The gag is made of heavyweight plastic. Beşevler Escort Bayan Its normal shape is the pear that filled your mouth but before use all the air has been extracted to make it flat. When it is detached from the rod, or Cleopatra’s asp tail, that exposes a one-way valve. As the gag assumes its normal shape it drags air in through the valve. The air fills the space and because the valve shuts — the victim can’t deflate it.”
“But you did, Caroline. How?”
“There is a weak spot just by the seam. It that is penetrated air can escape and the gag can be deflated, But — you couldn’t. Why not?”
“Why couldn’t I?”
Caroline held a hand in front of my face.
“I have long nails. You haven’t. Your nails, and most men’s nails, aren’t long enough to penetrate the week spot. But many women’s nails are.”
“So if a man was gagged with that, he couldn’t remove it. Only a woman could.”
“Yes, if she knew where the weak spot is and how to use her nails on it.”
“That could be interesting. If you had some gags on the bar counter a man could be gagged with one and unable to speak until a woman released him, but he couldn’t ask her. I can see some of the customers having fun with that”
“Or the barmaids could use them,” Angela said, “on a customer who has had too much to drink, or is argumentative.”
“I think Jane and Teresa would like to use a gag on Jerry sometimes,” I said.
Caroline and Angela laughed.
“Yes, Jerry can be a self-opinionated asshole sometimes,” Caroline said.!’I’m sure his wife and sister in law would love to gag him occasionally.”
“And if they never tell him how it can be removed?” I added.
“OK, Nick. I’ll get some made up and we can test them at the club, and get Jane and Teresa to demonstrate on Jerry.”
“I can see that the gags might have a commercial future,” Angela said, “for women with foul-mouthed partners. I wish I’d had one for my ex. But perhaps not. If I had silenced him, he would have used his fists on me instead of sometimes just words.”
“I’m sorry, Angela,” I said, “You didn’t deserve that.”
“Um. I can see the potential,” Caroline said. “I’ll have to work out the unit cost and perhaps we could charge enough to make a profit even if women take them away from the club. Ideally one pound a gag would be about right if I can get them made in quantity for less than fifty pence. The prototypes cost more than five pounds each — expensive for a disposable item.”
“One thing puzzles me still about the gag,” I said. “How could I breathe when it was in?”
“That’s because the gag is in two layers,” Caroline said. “The inner part is stiff plastic. The outer part looks the same until the whole thing expands. As it does, it opens up clear airways around the central core. It also makes finding the weak seam more difficult because the outer layer has expanded to hide it. If you can feel for the break where the seam is? Then you can use a fingernail. But if you don’t know what you are feeling for? You could fail to deflate it.”
“So, if a woman took one home to use on her partner, even if she had been told how to deflate it, she might fail? That could be embarrassing? He couldn’t speak, eat or drink.”
Caroline laughed.
“And he couldn’t either. But there is a way. If one were to use a small sharp object like a kitchen knife, that would slice through the outer layer.”
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We adjourned for drinks. I could see that Caroline was thinking hard. Whether about the gags or Cleopatra? I didn’t know.
But Angela had reminded herself of her ex and I could see she was remembering how she had been treated. I opened my arms to her, unsure whether that was the right thing to do.
It seemed that it was. She sat on my knees and rested her head against my shoulder. It took Caroline five minutes to notice.
“Angela? I know Nick is a non-threatening man, but he is mine,” Caroline said.
“I know, Caroline, but he is the only man I trust,” Angela replied.
“Trust? Nick trusts us too much. He might not be threatening but you and I are a threat to him. Either my creations of your programming could go wrong and Nick is our victim. He is very tolerant and I love him for it, but we use and possibly abuse him too much.”
“Yet he never complains,” Angela said.
“Never?” I replied. “That’s too strong, Angela. I do complain sometimes but Caroline rewards me for my acceptance of the testing.”
“I wish I could, Nick, but I’m frightened,” Angela said.
“Frightened? So you should be, Angela,” Caroline said. “Nick is mine, and if you rewarded him as I do, I’d be very annoyed.”
“You’ve no need to worry, Caroline,” Angela said. “The most I’d ever do is this.”
Angela bent forward to kiss me briefly on the lips.
“And that, from you, Angela, is amazing,” Caroline said. “A year ago you’d never have done that.”
“And is only possible because you and Nick love me, and I love you both,” Angela said before kissing me quickly again and getting off me to hug Caroline.
“OK,” Escort Beşevler I said. “You two love me, and I love you too. But, Caroline, you stopped Cleopatra. What was she going to do next?”
“Next? That part isn’t working yet. What I intend is that she will take a newly mummified version of herself, place it in a mummy case, close a transparent lid, and stand the case up against a wall where it will be fastened in place so it can’t fall over. The victim, however much he struggles, would be unable to free himself. Only Cleopatra could do that — eventually when someone else presses another switch.”
“Or unless the victim has a safety ring?” I suggested.
“Yes, Nick, when we have incorporated that into Cleopatra’s programming. We have to get the full cycle from capture to the placing of the mummy case tested and operational before then. Now we have decided not to make her gag her victim that will make the next parts less difficult. We were going to use the asp. I think all I will do with the asp now is make it move on her arm so it appears alive. That would be fairly simple. But that is all for another day. We have tested what Cleopatra can do now. It will probably take a week before we are ready to try the full sequence.”
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That night Caroline rewarded me with normal sex. By the morning I knew I had been well used and satisfied. I was still sleeping when she announced that breakfast was ready.
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Caroline had underestimated the complexity of Cleopatra. It was two and a half weeks before she was ready for me to be her trial victim again, But Caroline has found a manufacturer who could produce the gags in quantity. In a batch of one thousand they cost forty-seven pence to make.
They had been put on the club’s bar a week ago and had proved very popular. At any one time at least half the male members were silenced, and perhaps a quarter of the women. About three or four times a week Jane or Teresa had fitted a gag to Jerry. They didn’t tell him how it could be removed. He wasn’t pleased to be silenced but even more annoyed that he couldn’t drink. But Jane and Teresa were pleased that even the threat of a gag could make Jerry more amenable to behaving sensibly.
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I stood with my back to the giant Cleopatra again. This time I wasn’t gagged. Caroline had placed the long mirror in front of me so I could watch the process. Cleopatra’s arms whipped around me to hold me in a tight hug. Unlike before when bands of cloth had gradually wrapped around me, in one swift movement a white cloth covered me. It appeared to be mummy bandages but was one piece. It included the breast forms from the previous version but went further. Somehow my hips had widened and I had a pronounced waist. My shape under the white cloth had changed to something obviously feminine. It tightened from feet to just below my neck to hold me immobile.
Instead of the white balaclava, my lower and upper face were wrapped with white bands of material leaving my nose and eyes uncovered. Although the lower band was tight across my mouth and lips I could still just about speak through it. Cleopatra added the copy of her dress before hooding my head with the mask of her face and hair. Now I couldn’t speak but I could breathe through my nose and could see through the painted eyes. Despite the tight covering over my mouth I could still get air there. I was a smaller replica of Cleopatra and I looked like a wrapped woman.
Cleopatra picked me up and moved to put me down inside a mummy case. She swung the transparent lid over me and fastened it in place. I could hear the four clicks as the clasps locked. She stood the case up. took it across the room and pushed it against the wall. There were fittings on the wall into which Cleopatra pushed the case. They clicked shut and the mummy case was firmly attached to the wall.
Caroline moved the mirror so I could see myself. I appeared to be a mummified Cleopatra, dressed in her clothing and with a painted death mask on my head. Struggle as much as I could, all I could do was move my head about a quarter of an inch. Even if I had been able to escape from the tight wrappings, I was locked into the mummy case with no way to release it from inside.
I tried to make the small movement that I would need to do to activate the safety ring, had I been wearing one, and if Cleopatra had been programmed to respond to it. It was just possible but not easy.
Caroline and Angela high-fived each other with broad grins.
“Cleopatra works!” Caroline said. “Thank you, Nick.”
“You’re stuffed, Nick, aren’t you? ” Angela said. “Stuffed into a mummy case, dressed as an Egyptian Queen, and helplessly mummified.”
“But that’s long enough for this demonstration,” Caroline said. She pressed a button on Cleopatra.
Cleopatra unclipped the mummy case from the wall, tipped it horizontally and put it down on a padded bench. She unclipped and swung aside the transparent lid before lifting me out. She took the mask off my head before removing the bandages around my head. She held me upright as she peeled the dress upwards. Finally the tight restriction around my body was relaxed and removed but Cleopatra still held me upright. If she hadn’t, I might have fallen over as my muscles were stiff. She swung me around, kissed me on the lips and sat me on the edge of the bench. Her arms were still positioned to catch me in case I fell.
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