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			DAMSELS UNDER GLASS: THE SERIES
			Kat's Story — by Michael Masterton Chapter 8

Now that she was severely restricted, Kathleen and Jo got off their bound captive, allowing Kat to roll over on her side. 

“You’ll regret this," Kat growled, squirming in unaccustomed helplessness.  "No one ties me up.”  

Kathleen and Jo ignored her as they fought off a swarm of small robots who were scurrying around, gathering up the remaining cable ties and piling them back onto the tray.  They couldn't seem to agree on how to do it, and kept getting in each other's way as some sorted the ties longest to shortest, only to have some of the others arrange them shortest to longest.  Some of the mischievous robots wanted the roll of tape on the left, but another robot disagreed and promptly put the tape roll to the right of the ties. 

Kathleen took advantage of the confusion, grabbing a handful of the ties and passing them to Jo, who went back to their prisoner and sat her up.  They seemed to be aware of the possibility of Kat kicking them, as Jo was keeping well clear of Kat’s legs.  Kat twisted her head around, glaring up at Jo as she moved in behind her.  She strained against the cable ties that already bound her wrists and ankles, and they responded by tightening around her leather clad limbs. 

“Hey bitch," Kat screamed at Jo, "I’m talking to you!  Get these damn things off me now!”  Jo just smiled at the fuming captive. 

Working from behind, there was nothing Kat could do to stop Jo from looping another cable tie vertically around Kat’s crossed wrists, then added yet another in-between her wrists.  After these tightened around her wrists and locked themselves in place, two more cable ties tightened themselves above and below Kat’s breasts.  Jo moved around to Kat’s thighs, quickly grabbing her shapely legs before she could either swing them away from Jo, or towards her to try and knock her over.  

“Are you fucking deaf?” Kat continued her tirade of ineffectual abuse. 

Jo didn’t even look up as she added two more cable ties above and below Kat’s knees.  The loose ends of the added restraints shrivelled and detached, which distracted the attention of the cleaner robots, who swarmed around Kat and gathered up the discarded residue of her restraints.  One robot, however, was engaged in a tug of war with Kathleen, who was trying to retrieve one more cable tie, but the robot refused to let go of it. 

“Don’t bother, I don’t think she’s going anywhere now,” Jo said. 

Kathleen pulled on the cable tie like a fishing line, until the robot was dangling in mid-air.  Kathleen swung the cable tie around, and the robot smashed into small pieces as it slammed into the wall.   

"Oops!" she said in a small voice.    

The other robots scurried around and gathered up the pieces of their fallen comrade, then scooted off in single file, their incidental humming uncannily like a funeral march. 

"That's going on your expense report," Jo remarked. 

Kathleen and Jo turned to their bound prisoner.  Kat glared up at them as Kathleen, who was still catching her breath, read her her rights. 

“I’m arresting you for illegal detention, assaulting two police officers, and resisting arrest.  You have the right to remain silent, anything you do say will be taken down and used in evidence against you.” 

“Oh yeah, watch a lot of cop shows, do you?” Kat responded.  “I’ve seen ten year olds do a better impersonation of a police officer.” 

“Okay,” Jo said to Kathleen, “let’s put her in that alcove lounge she had us in.  You take her legs.  Watch her, she may try to kick you.” 

“Oh,” Kat said sarcastically, “brilliant work Holmes.” 

Kathleen moved quickly towards Kat’s booted, bound feet and grabbed her ankles, lifting Kat’s feet up in the air until she would lose her balance if Jo wasn’t behind her.  Jo started to put her arms around Kat’s torso, but stopped.  Kat felt Jo’s hands lifting the flap and reaching into the secret pocket at the small of her back.  Kathleen’s eyes widened as Jo pulled out a short, stubby knife with a wicked recurved blade. 

“My God!” She exclaimed. 

Jo clutched Kat by the chin, holding the knife up in front of her face. 

“I suppose you would have used this to cut yourself free,” Jo hissed at her bound captive, then turned to Kathleen, “we’d better hang on to this blade, it could be useful.” 

“Maybe,” Kathleen replied, “but where would we put it?” 

“I could suggest a few places,” Kat growled, then tried to bite Jo’s hand, but the grinning detective pulled it away too quickly.  Jo then laughed and tucked the small blade in one of her sneakers.  Kathleen grabbed the roll of tape, hanging it on her wrist like a bizarre oversized bangle. 

“Okay,” Kathleen said, “lift.”  

They picked up their bound, leather-clad bundle and transferred it to the lounge area, where they roughly deposited Kat on the floor. 

“You stupid bitches...” Kat growled, and thrusted her bound legs towards Kathleen, who darted out of range, then moved back in quickly, brandishing the last cable tie.  

“That’s why I fought that robot for this last tie,” Kathleen said, pushing Kat’s thighs up towards her torso.  She put the cable underneath Kat’s thighs, while Jo gathered up Kat’s hair so Kathleen could fasten the cable tie at the nape of Kat’s neck.  They stood back, watching in amusement as Kat squirmed and glared at them.  

“Just you wait,” Kat warned them, “I’m going make you both pay for this.  When I’m finished with you, you’re going to wish you never set foot on Gondaloo.” 

“I think we better shut her up,” Jo suggested.  She looked around, then went over to the couch and retrieved the rubber ball that had been in Kathleen’s mouth.  She examined it distastefully as she walked back to Kathleen and Kat.  “Those robots should spend more time dusting and less time cleaning up restraint waste,” she commented.  

“Don’t even think about shoving that in my mouth,” Kat snarled. 

"Oh, too late I'm afraid," Jo said with a gloating smirk.  "I've already thought about it... and now I'm gonna do it." 

Kathleen crouched behind Kat, and prised her mouth open.  Jo thrust the dirty ball into Kat’s mouth, and held it there while Kathleen peeled off a strip from the roll of tape.  The moment Jo moved her hands away, Kathleen slapped the first strip of tape over Kat’s mouth.  Kathleen applied several more strips, and Jo smoothed them with her fingers as Kathleen prepared the next strip of tape.  While they did this, Kat tried to kill them with the glaring expression from her piercing green eyes. 

“Poor Kat, “ Jo gloated, “all she can do now is mew like a little kitten.” 

She and Kathleen laughed as they examined their efforts. 

“Pass me that roll,” Jo said.  Kathleen obliged, and tossed the roll to Jo.  She peeled off a long strip of tape and applied it to Kat’s right cheek.  She nodded to Kathleen, who lifted up Kat’s hair, and then Jo wound the tape several times around Kat’s head.  

They stood up, towering over Kat as they studied their bound and gagged prisoner.  Their composure was briefly shattered when a robot bumped into Kathleen from behind.  They turned around, and saw that it was carrying a tray of....food? 

“Time for breakfast,” the robot announced brightly. 

“Breakfast?” Kathleen asked, "...at three in the afternoon?" 

“On today’s menu we have squid tentacles and orchid petals, washed down with a bottomless glass of warm puree-of-turnip vinaigrette,” the robot continued. 

“I’ll pass thanks,” Kathleen said eyeing the proposed 'meal' with open distaste.  Then her mouth slowly turned up in a mischevious grin and with a wink towards Jo, she gestured towards the bound, gagged, struggling and furiously growling Kat.  “...But our friend over here might want something.”  She then whispered to her partner, “this place is getting crazier by the minute.  Let’s go untie that poor redhead.  I think her name is Jamie.” 

They rushed out of the room, leaving Kat with the robot. 

“Care for some breakfast?” 

“Mpphhhh!” Kat replied in frustration.  

Seeming to take this as an affirmative reply, the robot scooted forward and attempted to place the tray on Kat's lap.  The tray and its pungent contents balanced on the captive's knees for a couple of seconds (right under her gagged, indignant face)....then clattered to the floor, dumping the 'breakfast' onto her lap and splashing her bound torso.  Kat squirmed, but couldn’t dislodge any of the sticky, smelly mess from her leather-clad legs and thighs.  The turnip puree and the fishy fluid from the squid tentacles trickled through the seams and zippers of her suit, wetting her breasts, stomach, and ribs and pooling around her seat, thighs, and loins.  It's task 'accomplished,' the robot scooted across the room and slammed into a wall.

Jamie, still securely hogtied and gagged, was immersing herself in her predicament.  She would never admit it to Kat, and she didn’t approve of her approach and attitude, but Jamie had realised this was better than the interactive video story sites.  It was the closest she could get to real peril, and still be safe.  She knew that Kat wouldn’t really do anything to harm her.  She squirmed in her tight ropes, not to get free, but reassure herself that she was helpless.  She sighed, wishing that Kat had tied a crotch rope on her.  But she found that by swaying her hips and rubbing against the bed, she was able to start a very nice motion.  She enhanced the feeling by closing her eyes, savouring the feeling of the tight ropes, the mouth filling gag... and an orgasm soon shuddered through her body.  

The door slid open.  Jamie looked up in horror, blushing red and feeling like a child who had been caught masturbating.  It was only a robot carrying a tray, but Jamie couldn’t dispel her  embarrassment from being caught in the act.  But her embarrassment was soon dispersed by concern when she noticed the robot was carrying a strange array of food.  

“Breakfast time, Dr. Seaton,” the robot cheerily announced, ignoring Jamie’s predicament.  Jamie looked at it in puzzlement as it stood in front of her, then went over and deposited the tray on a table, before scurrying back out into the corridor.  

Jamie’s struggles were now more determined as she desperately tried to free herself.  She could sense something was about to go horribly wrong.

Kat struggled against her tight bonds, even though she knew the cable ties would respond by tightening even more.  They were designed to vary the tightness in response to the bindee’s circulation, muscle exertion, and struggles.  Although they were biting into the leather of her gloves, catsuit and boots, they could not cause her any discomfort or injury.  The tape holding the rubber ball in her mouth was also specially designed, with an extra strong adhesive that gripped to human skin like a vice.  There was no hope of escaping from her bonds or gags from struggling.  Kat felt the empty pocket in the small of her back where her blade had been hidden, and squirmed in impotent frustration.  The robot that had spilled ‘breakfast’ into Kat’s lap was coming back to life, and backed away from the wall.  Kat made noises through her gag to summon the robot over to her.  

“How can I assist you?” the robot chimed as it scooted towards her. 

“Mpphhh mphh mpphhh nunnunphhh, “ Kat said. 

“Invalid input,” the robot responded.  

“Mpphhhh mpphhhh mpphh mppppphhhh! “ Kat repeated. 

“Invalid input, please repeat your request more clearly.” 

“MMMPPPPPHHH MMMPPHHHHH MMMMPPPPHHH! ” Kat screamed through her gag in frustration.  She lifted her bound, booted feet, and kicked the robot, toppling it over onto its back as she lost her balance and fell on her side.  Kat watched helplessly as sparks showered from the unhelpful robot.  Another robot rushed in, brandishing a fire extinguisher — but it pointed the high pressure jet nozzle at Kat instead of the smouldering robot.  Kat squirmed and struggled as the robot sprayed her with two careful, methodical coats of slimy, aqueous foam, from her booted feet up to her gagged face.  Almost immediately the foam dissipated, leaving Kat soaked and covered in a thick film of sticky, viscious slime.  As well as aiming the fire extinguisher at the wrong target, it wasn’t even the correct fire extinguisher for an electrical fire, Kat fumed. 

As the would-be firefighting robot scooted away, Kat looked anxiously at several small plastic caps embedded in the ceiling.  She knew they were the ends of a concealed network of pipes filled with nitrogen, and were designed to discharge in case of a fire.  As she watched, the sensor caps on the ends of the pipes blew, and started to fill the room with nitrogen.  Kat screamed through her gag.  

“Fire alert!” Eve announced, “all persons in this area have two minutes to evacuate.  After that time this area will be sealed and deprived of oxygen.” 

Slime dripped from her bound, leather clad body as Kat craned her neck and looked towards the opening of the alcove.  She shook her head and snorted through her nose, trying, with little success, to clear some of the clear oily mucus from her face.  She blinked and looked upwards.  A thick glass panel was slowly lowering from the ceiling.