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Follow Robert Nava, where certain events drags him to psychosis. Watch his world unfold as he start to realize he lives in a simulated universe.

 The desire to curb human passions and the approval for power over the most deep-seated motivations, lead to the creation of some of the most sophisticated and intricate devices of torture known to man. So there now exist anti-masturbatory rings and chastity belts.
The earliest instance of the female chastity belt was discovered in Austria by the famous archaeologist Anthony Pechindzerom and belongs to the XVI century. These tools were very popular among knights, those going into campaigns and too conscious of the loyalty of their spouses. They chained wives up and took the key away with them. Although one is able to defecate in them, they make hygiene almost impossible. Over time, the model’s measurements were improved, and the creation of locks was engaged in by jewelers. Keys were produced as a single copy, and picks to them could not be created. In addition, anyone returning from distant lands could see how many times his missus tried to escape from her ‘captivity’ which a device modified to “pinch off” a piece of the material it was protecting, every time someone tried to open it without the key.
A century later in Victorian England, a similar device with rings was invented for males which were worn to wean young boys away from masturbating. In those days it was customary to assume that masturbating lead to blindness, insanity, sudden death, and other dire consequences. However, loss of men especially the young, to sex or masturbation – this is a real torture for such behavior. These devices were made of metal, sometimes supplied with studs, and most were just very tight and prevented full erections.
But among the intimate forms there existed even more terrible devices. For example, pears and wooden phalluses. They were often used in conjunction with the interrogation of witches and heretics. Both instruments were designed to break the most sensitive of organs. Using the pear as punishment was considered more severe, since before it is applied it is heated, then injected into the mouth, anus, or vagina. When the screw tightened, the pear segments were released to allow for maximum carnage. Victims of this device could very quickly die from blood loss and painful shock.
An interesting fact: The chastity belt was considered to be leather straps, which in Ancient Rome, were used by slaves in trying to prevent pregnancy. Later, their purpose and type were transformed into their iron counterpart.
One of the main factors that drives a human being — that is the instinct to procreate, and the pleasures involved. The people who first realized this simple truth began utilizing it for the complete manipulation others. For this, many sophisticated devices have been contrived.
The husband of one beautiful girl, leaving for the far reaches of the land, safeguards his relationship from adultery. He’s asked a blacksmith to forge for her innovative underwear made from strong iron. For these next few months she won’t be able to sit nor move normally. The “chastity belt” rubs against her hips and crotch, limiting not only her sexual instinct, but also her unwashed body’s access to water.
Young boys born into religious families often suffer nightly from pain derived from the pressure applied to their sexual organs by protective caps made from metal rings, or splints.
The second type of device is used to mock actions of sexual nature, and for the aggravation of said mockery into truly monstrous forms.
A woman suspected of witchcraft is tightly bound, stripped of all her clothes, and stretched across and torture table in an obscene position. Executors take hold of wooden, oblong objects, not always anatomical in shape, and mimic sexual penetration. They do this in such a rough a manner that the unlucky sufferer experiences horrible pain and burning sensations. Gradually, the torturers gets her to bleed, as well as recognize all her sins upon this Earth.
A separate example of cruelty and inhumanity takes the form of a mechanical “pear”. It’s introduced into the natural cavities, the same way in both men and women. Already in and of itself it causes terrible torment. Then the executioner turns a screw, and “petals” unfold, tearing off bodily tissue inside the subject. After such torture, mercy means a quick death, as the victim will no longer be able to walk, nor adequately perceive their reality.
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Someone
was gently calling my name and shaking my arm. I woke up, realizing it was Dr.
Todd. “Lorrie, Dr. Acres wants to see you..”

She
helped me. “Dr. Todd. What a party. I feel a little bit hung over.” 

I got
up, we made our way to another room. It took me a couple of minutes to realize
something was very different. I was clothed in a long black nightgown. I was
still wearing shoes, but they were much tighter than the ones I had worn the
night before. Several moments later, we arrived at Dr. Acres office. Dr. Todd
knocked, announcing her name. We were told to enter. By now I was considerably
more awake. 

“Good
morning, Lorrie. It is time for you to shower, dress and eat. Your plane is
waiting at Heathrow to take you home. However, there are some things you kneed
to know. Dr. Todd, would you help Lorrie undress?” 

A
couple of moments later I was naked, except for what appeared to be a metal bra
and matching metal panties. “What the hell is going on? Remove these, now.” I
was becoming excited and angry. 

“Relax,
Lorrie. What you are wearing is a metal chastity belt and matching bra. 
Without the releasing tools they are on to stay. How long, depends on you. We
have been retained to transform you from an average girl to a beautiful one. It
will be done, either with or without your co-operation.              


“You
have been partially sedated for two weeks. 

“We
have taken the first steps. All your body hair, from the neck down has been
permanently removed. We have increased your bust from 34B to 36C. This will be
the first of three augmentations. We have also placed an agent in your body to
make your hair grown considerably faster than normal. Feel your bra and
panties. They are made of the finest steel money can buy. The design is
intricate, is it not?”

 My
boobs were indeed bigger. I tried in vain to remove my metal underwear. “I’ll
go to the police when I get home. I’ll have you charged with kidnapping.”

 “You
can go to the police if you wish. Dr. Todd take Lorrie to her shower and dress
her.” 

“Yes,
Dr. Acres. Lorrie come with me.”  Several moments later we are in a very
luxurious bathroom that I had not seen.  “Lorrie before you shower let me have
a look at your underwear.” She examined the bra and belt in minute detail. 
“Dr. Acres told me this was the new model. It takes two people at different
locations, through the Internet to both lock and unlock the belt and bra. The
seams where the locks are inserted into each other are so fine you can barely
see them.  Like Dr. Acres says without the proper procedures they’re on to
stay. Come and see for yourself.”

An
alcove had mirrors where you could see yourself, front and back. “See?” she
said.

She
pointed out the seams on the back of the bra and belt.  She was right: the
locks were completely sealed. I tried removing the belt and bra, but they
wouldn’t budge. I was starting to get angry again, but calmed myself. 

For the
first time I noticed something covering my hair. It was still elaborately
styled. “What’s this?” I said pointing to my head. “Is this locked on too?” 
I asked in a very sarcastic manner. 

“It’s
best you don’t use that tone of voice, Lorrie. Such remarks will cost you
dearly. To answer your question: No, this particular model is not locked, but
others do. It’s called a bubble. In your case, it is to prevent the hair from
becoming undone while sleeping. 

“The
second purpose is to stop your hair from getting wet. We’re wasting too much
time - Dr. Acres will become upset.” 

“Dr.
Todd, how will I go to the toilet?” 

I
showered and did my business. It seem very strange to pee through the belt. 

The
Doctor had my clothes laid out. “For the first year, you’ll wear clothes
similar to the ones you see here. You must be immaculately dressed at all
times, seven days a week. One of the basic rules. Shall we start?” 

“For
the first year, you’ll wear a training corset twenty three hours a day, seven
days a week. It will be removed only for bathing and bowel movements. Your
waist is to be reduced by three inches.”

“Dr.
Todd, have pity. I can’t breath.” 

“Of
course you can, Lorrie. Women have worn corsets for hundreds of years. Relax,
take in small breaths until your lungs adjust.” 

The
rest of my clothes consisted of a dark blue suit; the skirt was an inch above
my knee, the jacket an other inch above that. A fine silk blouse buttoned up
the back. Stockings were attached to the corset. My shoes had three inch chunky
heels with an inch platform.


Everything was very tight, the shoes cramping my feet, forcing my toes tightly
together. 

“Sit
here.” She indicated the chair where I had to sit. It reclined, so she could
put on makeup. “Hair and makeup are a very important part of your
transformation.” 


“Earrings and three gold chains around the neck, and your done.” Stand up and
have a look at yourself. Your transformation is starting and it’s only the first
day. Your jacket must be kept buttoned in the front at all times.” 

I
checked myself out in the alcove. Dr. Todd was right. I looked very much a
young professional woman, smartly dressed, impeccably made up, with highly
styled hair. What a difference from blue jeans and tee shirt. 

She
checked her watch. “Lorrie we’re taking too much time. Dr. Acres will become
upset and that is not a good thing.” 

I tried
to keep up with Dr. Todd, but it was impossible. Everything was much too tight.
My earrings bounced on my ears. “Dr. Todd, please slow down.”

“Dr.
Todd, you’re late, I am not pleased,” was Dr. Acres' response to our
arrival. He inspected me carefully. “Make sure her nails are manicured and
pedicured tomorrow, Dr. Todd. Your meal is ready Lorrie. You must hurry, your
plane is waiting at the airport.” I sat at a small table. Fruit, yogurt, fresh
whole grain rolls and coffee were my breakfast. Dr. Todd cautioned me not to
spill anything on my clothes. 

When I
was finished, Dr Acres informed me it was time to leave for the airport.
“Lorrie, when you make unauthorized trips you must be fully veiled. Dr. Todd, if
you please  He handed her a long black robe. She told me to step into it, then
pulled it up over my body. It was thick, without slots for my arms to slide
through. She adjusted it so it fit properly, snapping it shut at the crown of my
head. There was a slit for my eyes. I couldn’t see properly.  

“Dr.
Todd, this is too claustrophobic.” I complained behind the veil. 

“We’ll
take it off as soon as we get to the airport, Come, the limousine awaits.” Half
an hour later we were at the airport. “We’re taking a private jet home,
Lorrie. Your belt and bra would set off alarms from here to Istanbul.” 

The
captain introduced himself to us as we boarded the jet. “Make yourself
comfortable ladies. Dr. Todd, I believe you know the routine.” 

“Thank
you, Captain. We’ll make ourselves comfortable. My young friend will be more
than happy to remove her veil.” She unsnapped the veil, letting it drop to the
floor. What a relief to be rid of the horrid garment. I’ve come to have a new
sympathy for Muslim women. 

“Is she
not beautiful, Captain Jones?” 

“It is
a pleasure to meet you, miss.” 


“Lorrie, please sit down.” She opened a large brief case. “This envelope is
for you. But first you must put these on.” She gives me a dark blue pair of
leather gloves, matching my suit. It is pointless to argue. Like everything
else I was wearing, they were tight and uncomfortable. 

She
took a vial of tablets from the briefcase. “Here,” she handed me a tiny pill
“you must take one of these every day. It will reduce your need to urinate to
two times a day, and reduce our monthly flow.”  I took the pill. 

The jet
was considerably smaller than its commercial cousins. Consequently, we reached
cursing altitude much faster. “Scotch, Lorrie?” 

“Yes,
please. Can I open my envelope now?” 


“Certainly. I’ll remove the bubble if your promise not to do anything stupid. 
Do you promise?” 

“Yes,
Dr. Todd.” Our conversation was very stiff and formal.  She removed the
so-called bubble. I wished my hair was loose. 


Lorraine Cameron
770 Wonderland Road
London, Ontario, Canada N6K 1M3

I
take this opportunity to welcome you to the Roth International Organization.
You are now an integral part of our conglomerate. Dr. Todd has been assigned as
your mentor.

It is
in your best interest to obey her. It is not our wish to be difficult, but we
can make life very, very unpleasant. We have been assigned a task, and it will
be done. 

You
will find the enclosed photos of interest. 

Yours
truly,
Dr. Albert Acres,
President, Roth International Organization

The
letter was brief and to the point. I looked at enclosed pictures I couldn’t
believe my eyes. “Dr. Todd, is this you?” 

The
photos showed a very overweight woman, about four hundred pounds. She was
massive. Her face was blotched, full of acne I’d seen this woman in the mall
more than once, we even had a brief chat on several occasions. Once we had
coffee in the food court. To put it bluntly, she was very fat and very ugly. 

Dr.
Todd looked at the photos. Now it was her turn to blush, from crimson to red and
back again. “Yes Lorrie, it’s me... I’d better tell you what they did to me.. 

“I’d
been locked up for six years, by Dr. Acres without sex of any kind. Sometimes
it drove me crazy - I’ve fought the bastard all the way. A year ago, he
informed me he had a little treat for me. He showed me the fat lady suit.
'Four hundred pounds, Sylvia. I’ll lock you up in it for a year. It has a
pretty face to go along with the suit. Will you agree to be obedient?' he
said. 'Fuck you' was my response. 'Very well,' he said. 'Very well.' He got a
syringe, injecting the vial into my arm. I tried to resist.

“I woke
up with the suit on. From 135 pounds to 400. It was horrible. When I saw my
reflection in the mirror, I broke down. 'Please, Dr. Acres, take it off I’ll do
anything, please.'  

“'I
warned you Sylvia. One year. You will learn to be obedient. The suit will be
removed once a week for bathing purposes. Here are new clothes. Have a good
year.' 

"Three
months into my ordeal, he summoned me to his residence. 'Will you obey now?'

 “Yes,
Dr. Acres, please. I’ll do anything, anything.

“'Good
  Have you ever heard of London, Ontario?'” 'No,' I replied. You know the
rest. Another three months. I was released two weeks before your flight.


“I’m
sorry honey, but I had no choice.” She broke down in tears. “I couldn’t have
done another six months.” He released me from the belt and bra, too. It was
wonderful. ' Don’t make any trouble, Sylvia, or you’ll be a sorry lady. Come to
bed, I’m going to fuck you, silly.' I had to admit it was the best sex I’ve
ever had.”

I got
up from my chair, walked over to where she was sitting, and gave her a big hug. 
“Dr. Todd, it must have been awful. I’m sorry I was mean to you before. What
Dr. Acres has done is not your fault.” 

“Thanks
you, Lorrie. It’s very important to me that what the bastard did to me is not
repeated on you. While I have to please him, I’ll try my best to make your life
as comfortable as possible. Agreed?” She hugged me back. 


“Agreed. Is there any food on this plane? I’m still hungry.” 

‘Yes,
Lorrie, but I suggest we wait awhile. Corsets and over-full stomachs do not go
well together.” 

“Your
right, of course. What time is it?" From habit, I checked my watch. “Where’s my
watch, and cell, Dr. Todd? Come to think of it, we didn’t travel with any
bags. Where are my clothes?” 

“Your
watch, cell and clothes have been donated to charity. You don’t need the first
two items any more, your clothes would no longer fit.” 

 “Sit
beside me on the sofa, over here. I want to hold you in my arms. We can sleep
for a little while.” 

Later
she told me the so-called inheritance was a set up to get me to England. 

I sat
beside her - it was like an older sister cradling you in her arms. It was
extremely comforting. I was going to remove my shoes and gloves. “Lorrie, you
are not allowed to remove gloves or shoes. I would have to report such
transgressions to Dr. Acres.” But, Dr. Todd, they’re so tight and
uncomfortable.” I complained. 


“Whining will get you into trouble, Lorrie. When I tell you to do something,
the proper response is, ‘Yes, Dr. Todd.’  Your response must also me in a
positive manner. Answer properly.” 

I did. 
“Good - that is much better. Let’s sleep for an hour or so.“ 

The
remainder of the flight was uneventful. We slept for a while, had our meal,
some more to drink. We chatted about what was to come. A good time later, the
Captain informed us that would be landing in London, (Ontario) in 45 minutes. 

“You
must freshen up, then put on your veil, Lorrie.”

“Good. 
It is natural to complain under the circumstances. We’re making progress.” 

I
freshened up. The bubble was inserted over my hair, finally the veil.  It was
claustrophobic and unpleasant. We landed, disembarked the aircraft. I didn’t
know the time, but it was dark. A limousine awaited us. Dr. Todd informed me
to sit properly, clasping my hand together on my lap. She adjust the
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