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Kims Tail
Chapter 3
By
Rubberwolf
2008
Story codes: f-self, reluctant, imprison, gag
After her morning jog, without the pony gear, Kim decided to explore the rest of the buildings. So, having showered and changing into a cotton dress, she ate breakfast and set out to explore.
As well as supplies, an office and a sports room, Kim found something quite strange. It appeared to be, from what she could remember of her education, a milking room. Walking past the various stalls, which for some reason looked wrong, she found that it lead into a reasonably sized, enclose field. No cows were evident, and so Kim turned around and left. It made sense, she suppose, to be a little self sufficient, rather than relying on other people for supplies, she just couldn’t picture Jim as farmer Giles.
After a cup of coffee in the kitchen, she considered what she had found so far. Other than the stables and a dungeon, she was sure that Jim had other unsavoury indulgences to his sick preoccupation scattered about the island. Perhaps she would find something interesting in the building behind the house.
The large, concrete box was out of keeping with the rest of the buildings. Obviously newer, Kim could find no indication as to its content, since it boasted no windows. She walked around its large, square perimeter as far as she could, since a section of it seemed to lead alongside the house, and Kim remembered a door which she had pondered from the semi enclosed courtyard at the side of the house, next to the stable buildings.
Retracing her steps, she eventually found a door set into the rear of the building and reaching for her keys, was surprised to find that the door opened easily.
Stepping into the gloom, fluorescent lights activated to illuminate a strange, tiled, shower room. Kim turned but found that the door had closed behind her. It was then that she noticed that there was no doorknob. After some frantic pushing and trying to ease the door open with her keys, Kim eventually decided that she was not leaving that way and so turned to the door at the far end of the room, however, she nearly jumped out of her skin when a female voice echoed through the room.
“Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided. Once you have done this, coat your body liberally with the decontaminating jelly. You should leave this on for at least fifteen minutes and should be liberally applied to all areas of the body, including hair and private areas. After fifteen minutes, you should shower before proceeding into the next room. Thank you for co-operating fully with the requirement of this facility.”
“Hello. Who is there? I don’t want to go on, so if you could just open the door for me?”
Kim was puzzled. There was no response.
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
No response again. Kim decided that this must be a recording, activated when she came in. What the hell was this place, Kim wondered? She knew some of Jims business interests, but this was definitely weird. However, if it was a recording, then she expected that she could ignore it. Striding over to the door at the far side of the room, she found that, although it had a handle, it was locked. She banged on the door and called out again. Although she knew that this place was empty, she tried anyway, turning the door handle briskly left and right.
“Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided,” the message repeated.
Perhaps it is waiting for me to try the shower and so, stepping over, she turned the shower on and let the water run for several minutes, before turning the water off and trying the door handle again.
“Please get undress,” the message continued out its long instructions.
Kim looked at the metal box attached to the table. Pressing down, Kim found that the bottom moved, like a set of scales. Reluctantly, she removed her shoes, placed them in the box, gave the shower a quick blast and tried the door.
“Please get,” the message droned on.
Kim took off her dress and tried the shower, then the door. Again the message was repeated. Reluctantly, Kim stripped, placed all of her clothes in the box, before trying the shower and door. No luck.
This time the message was shorter, omitting part about getting undressed and launching straight into the instructions about the disinfectant jelly. How did it know? Was somebody really here?
With a growing sense of foreboding, Kim smeared the contents of the disinfectant jar she had found, putting on the swimming goggles before doing her face and hair.
“An alarm will sound after fifteen minutes. When you hear this alarm, please proceed to the shower cubicle and wash off the jelly, making sure that none remains, as this may cause irritation.”
Great, now it tells her.
Kim spent an uncomfortable time waiting for the buzzer but, after an eternity, where she imagined her skin burning or pealing, the alarm sounded and she raced for the shower.
After she had finished she looked for a towel, but couldn’t find one and so, dripping wet, she pulled off the goggles, letting out a cry of alarm as she did so. The goggles were tinted orange and, upon removing them, she sore that her skin had taken on a honey orange tan. Some areas, where the jelly had obviously been applied thickly, had blotched to a rich golden brown. Stepping back into the shower, she tried to scrub out the tan that she had acquired, but nothing would shift the blotchy stains on her skin. All the time, the voice continued to demand that she proceed to the next room.
Eventually, getting out of the shower, Kim retrieved her clothes from the box.
“Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided before proceeding onto the next room.”
Cursing, Kim threw her clothes into the box and stalked to the door, which opened easily. Stepping into the gloom, she remembered what had happened the last time she had stepped into a room in this place, but it was too late and the door had closed behind her.
“Please complete all of the tasks required before proceeding into the next room,” the voice intoned as the lights flickered into life.
Kim shivered as she looked around the room. It was a bare concrete room. A small plastic palette bed, with a plain duvet was set in one corner. Another door was on the other side of the room. Kim strode over and tried the door, but again was not able to open it.
“Please complete all,” the woman’s voice continued and Kim reluctantly started to explore her surroundings, not that there was much to see as she examined the room. Some hatches, which she could not open, were set into the floor. Other than that, she found nothing.
Kim had tried calling out, banging on the door, getting angry, shouting, crying, but nothing would work. If she tried the door, the same message would repeat. Despondently, she walked over to the cot bed and sat down to find out what the voice would ask of her next.
Kim lost track of time, she had tried sitting, and pacing, screaming occasionally, but the door remained the same. Just what the hell was this place? What the hell had Jim done here? What would happen to her? Curling upon the duvet, which was attached to the bed and offered her minimal comfort, sleep eventually found her.
She was eventually awoken by the voice.
“Please eat everything in the tray.”
At first Kim did not register what had been said, but after it had been repeated Kim crawled out of her cot and, after stretching her aching limbs, walked over to the opposite wall, where a tray had appeared. The moulded tray contained some sort of dried biscuits on one side and water in the other. Kim bent down and tried to lift the tray, but it was anchored firmly in position where it had jutted out of one of the little doors that she had noticed earlier. Peering down to look into the hatch, she could only make out a dark void beyond. Sitting down, Kim picked up the biscuits and bit into them. They did not taste that nice, but they were not bad either. After some more of these, she cupped her hands into the water and took several gulps. Finally, she had eaten about half of these biscuits and, although the voice prompted her on two more occasions, the food tray eventually slid away.
After several moments, a sliding sound caught her attention and she looked over towards the door that she had come in by. There, on the floor and firmly secured in place, was a large litter tray. As if in response, her bladder started to ache in that familiar way. If this were the only option open to her, then she would take it. Squatting down over the tray, Kim relieved herself with a satisfied sigh.
Kim did not know how long it was until her next meal, but her stomach growled loudly. She paced the room and took stock of her situation. At least she was being fed and the most she would have to endure this for was another week when the solicitors tried to radio and, finding no response, sent someone out to investigate. However, this was not the main concern. Kim worried about who had last used this room. How many other people had been subjected to this or were she the first one. She hadn’t seen anything like this in the DVDs that she had watched, but she had not gone through his whole collection and besides, he may not have videoed this. Yeah right. Where was this leading, she wondered? If this was an old project, how much food was left? Was the food bunker full?
Kim lost track of time, but when the next food arrived, Preceded by a buzzer, rather than the voice, she ate all of the biscuits and drank all of the water. She was starving. While eating, she noticed a sound behind her and, turning, watched as a fresh one replaced the litter tray as it rotated around, like the secret fireplace in Indiana Jones. Regardless, she had done more than wee the last time that she had used the box and it had started to smell.
After sleeping and being fed for several more times, where the buzzer noisily announced it was time to eat. Kim thought of Pavlov’s dog and sure enough, upon hearing the buzzer she had noted that she was drawling.
This time, when the buzzer sounded, another door had opened depositing a small plastic and wire thing into a tray, along with a small Allen key. A panel above this tray opened, revealing a small monitor.
“Please place the devise into your mouth and secure it using the Allen key provided, as shown in the video on the screen above the tray,” the voice intoned.
Kim had had braces when she was younger and this looked similar to the material that the dentist had used to secure them in her mouth. Looking at the video she saw that she was to place the device inside her mouth so that it sat across her tongue. This would, in effect, trap her tong. What the hell was this?
“No way. No fucking way,” she raged at the voice. “ You can go screw yourself if you think I am doing this she screamed and stomped over to the cot.
“Please place the device into your mouth and secure it using the Allen key provided, as shown in the video on the screen above the tray. Food will not be issued until your you have carried out this task.”
Kim fumed, but the message kept repeating. Kim raged at the voice, but eventually thirst and hunger won. She did not know how long she had refused, but she knew that, unless she wanted to starve to death, she would have to do as she was told. Defeated she walked over to the tray and fitted the device.
“Please continue to tighten until you hear the buzzer,” the voice advised.
How the hell did it know, she wandered. Perhaps there were some sorts of sensors in the thing. She didn’t know, but she tightened the Allen key until her tongue was held firmly in place and the ends, which fitted over her molars, would not budge at all.
“Please place the Allen key back in the tray,” the voice urged in an infuriatingly flat tone.
Kim gulped down her food in silence. She had no choice. She could make basic noises, but her ability to form words had been severely limited.
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