Star Trek - Star Bound

Commander T'Pol woke up lying face down on the padded floor, hear head ached all sorts of illogical thoughts ran around inside her mind. Violent thoughts such as breaking the nose of the ensign with the irritating whistle. sexual thoughts Hoshi Sato what would she be like in bed, other random things stirred through her mind attempting to eat the ships entire supply of fudge cake. Seeing what would happen if she released the doctors jumping spiders in the mess hall. She tried to move but she couldn’t. Images and memories flashed through her head she remembered the Trellium-DH2. It was meant to be safe they were meant to harvest a little sample to try to build an enhanced sensor grid. A human probe had picked up deposits in an asteroid belt she had accidentally been exposed when they were putting it into the cargo bay after mining an asteroid they had grappled into the landing bay. She remembered it had started her break down it had been more subtle it had taken a few days to affect her.

She could remember crying over Charles tucker as he lay unconscious in sick bay a shattered pelvis five broken ribs bite and scratch marks all over his body. She had been instructing him on a massage technique then they had been kissing then she had lost it. she remembered being stunned and waking up in sick bay. She had proposed the solution herself, There was A cargo bay adjacent to sick bay that could be converted into a padded room. There was a bear room one moment, then input the right code and ten seconds later the padding rolls had slid over walls floor and ceilings anchoring themselves mechanically down creating a safe environment.

T’Pol had willingly striped down and picked up the restraint she had her doubts about the device it seemed flimsy. It was meant to be a high security institutional device like a straightjacket suitable for long term use, for very strong humanoids, with appropriate fittings. The reality was a simple light shirt the sleeves were long with no openings . The fabric was thin and stretchy it did not appear very strong. It was a light blue somewhere in texture between silk and spandex but there appeared to be no fastenings. T’Pol pulled the shirt over her head and guided her arms into the sleeves. She put her head through the neck and pulled the garment down just far enough to cover her modesty. She looked at the doctor questioningly. 

Dr. Phlox the chief medical officer held up a data pad. This is a one of a kind item I am not sure how old it is. It appears to have been designed for highly adaptable patients ones with far greater musculature than a normal humanoid even one with quite advanced shape changing abilities even biomechanical implants and all manner of other unusual abilities. I acquired it from a merchant who swore he acquired it from an archaeologist, but it will work with a universal data port. The doctor continued it is an institutional restraint It has an interface I can simply upload The Commander’s physiological data. As soon as the data pad was finished The simple garment morphed growing incredibly tight around T’Pol’s lithe form from her neck to her waist her shapely body was covered in skin tight silky fabric. The material over her arms and shoulders grew tight showing every sculpted muscle. T’Pol looked at her arm in surprise . The retreating garment was now displaying her lower half. She tried to pull the fabric down but she could not even grip the fabric with her encased fingers. Immediately the garment grew tighter around her fingers further limiting there movement. It took two seconds for the collar of the garment to rise forming a high collar pushing her head back so she was virtual staring at the ceiling. Then there was some sort of corset effect in about three seconds her waist was drawn in from her hips to just below her rib cage. It would be impossible for her to get out of the jacket the material became more rigid about 3 inches must have been pulled in from her trim waist.

T’Pol looked at the tips of her hands the garment was morphing, heavily padded mittens encased her hands. She turned to the doctor “this may be appropriate after all.” The garment grew tighter over her breasts T’Pol found her breathing becoming a little laboured. The fibre of the garment contracted when worked. T’Pol looked at the doctor “what is to stop me from biting someone or myself or screaming my head off”?

As if in answer A strap shot out from one side of the collar works itself between T’Pol soft lips then attached itself to the other side of the collar. T’Pol had a look of surprise and indignation she cried out. It took a few seconds but a ball made out of a different material formed in-between T’Pol’s lips her cries were muffled. After three seconds it was an inch wide after four seconds it was two inches wide her cries were reduced in volume. T’Pol had a little difficulty with her jaw . After five seconds it was three inches wide T’Pol did not look happy her jaw was stretched into a wide oval her eyes wide, almost no sound came out. After six seconds the blue ball was three and a half inches wide it seemed to stop growing. T’Pol relaxed for a second this was a mistake. A strap extended from the back of the bottom of the garment and with a will of its own slapped T’Pol across her pert round bottom she cried out. The gag got worse the strap was at the centre of the ball it moved halfway to the front pulling the massive object deeper into the Vulcan’s jaw, a strap formed under her jaw from left to right forcing her to bite down harder on the ball. 

The strap extending from the back of the garment moved again it slapped T’Pol again across her pert round bottom with substantially more force. She cried out in surprise just barely and rubbed her bottom. The gag increased in severity the strap was at front of the ball moved further towards the front, pulling the gagging mass deeper into the Vulcan’s jaw, between her stretched soft lips. A strap formed and extended over her forehead another strap met it forming a Y shape over her nose this anchored to the back of the collar behind her head and drew itself tight. under her jaw the strap became tighter forcing T’Pol to bite down harder on the ball. The strap at the back of the garment moved spanking T’Pol again very hard across her pert round bottom. T’Pol made the faintest squeak and knew with resignation what was to come next. The gag increased in severity it seemed to swell a little the straps all tightened digging into her pretty face. Then the garment added a strip over the top of the gag like a muzzle from the top of the collar to just under her nose, the muzzle grew tighter for a few seconds then stopped. Nothing T’Pol said could be herd not even a mumble.

The strap hanging down behind T’Pol slithered back into the jacket two seconds later a strap started extending from the waist band it looked thick and heavy it looked like it would soon become a crotch strap. But a second Strap emerged, the jacket was designed to be as secure as possible, it would not go with a single crotch strap, instead it when with two one either side. They went between her legs then attached to the back of the garment they got tight very quickly cutting into T’Pol’s crotch and framing her spanked ass. The Vulcan squired at the tightening straps trying to get them into a more comfortable position they continued to tighten until her flesh was bulging either side of them. 

T’Pol was feeling humiliated gagged like this and exposed. The jacket formed another strip at the front this seemed to be more of a design for modesty rather than restraint a panel to cover every thing up, it seemed to have manual fasteners so it could be strapped and un-strapped . It went between T’Pol’s legs and attached to the back of the garment with two clicks. Dr Phlox thought out loud” I wonder how it will adapt to the long term hygiene needs of a patient“. T’Pol found to her embarrassment a pad forming over her pubic mound it seemed to be made of an absorbent material like a dipper, it was humiliating that she was unable to even regulate her own functions. T’Pol felt something between her buttocks a rubbery bulge. She realised that she was going to be plugged for hygiene reasons. Her muscles clamped down tightly but in a second a thin shaft of rubbery material pushed past her defences. It grew to the size of a finger then two then three it showed no signs of stopping as it continued to inflate. After ten seconds T’Pol had a nice big butt plug as part of the pad shove up her ass then inflate impossible to expel.

T’Pol was taken by surprise by the next addition, she found straps extend from the ends of the jacket. They zipped behind her round to the front meeting joining and shortening all in a fraction of a second. As her arms were pulled behind her back T’Pol had to agree It would make a jacket far more secure if you put the patients arms behind there back, she had far less motion with there arms there. The strap got tighter T’Pol felt here shoulders protest as her arms were pulled back as far as possible till her elbows were practically meeting. Then after another second the jacket  added a strap round her elbows to make it more secure also side loops and then they really tightened , T’Pol could feel her joints going numb. The jacket was going over board T’Pol could feel it furtherer tightening a second layer was added from elbow to finger tip making it tighter over her forearms but also giving her a bit of padding over the side and back loop.

Some fabric started to form at the bottom of the collar, it looked like a bubble for a couple of seconds then hood pulled itself over T’Pol’s head. It was tight and claustrophobic. The Vulcan felt pugs push themselves into her ears and expand removing all sound. Thick rubbery pads pushed into her eye sockets removing all light. tubes slithered down her nasal passages past her nose she couldn’t even smell anything the hood grew tighter and tighter. It left just a grommet where a feeding tube could be attached to it and holes for T’Pol’s nostrils. With the inbuilt force feeding device. T’Pol had no option to resist, no reason for them to un-gag her. With the hood the pads over the eye sockets the sound absorbing material over the ears the tubing blocking her sense of smell. The Vulcan woman in the jacket would not know what was going to be done to her until it was to late, she couldn’t anticipate anything”.

T’Pol tried to walk about the padded cell, the jacket was getting  round to deal with her feet and legs. Soon she wouldn’t be able to run away or kick. First a strap appeared on T’Pol’s right hand side with what was probably an ankle cuff, then the same appeared on the other side of her body the straps got longer and soon she had a pair of ankle cuffs. The straps from the ankle to the waist of the jacket began to shorten. T’Pol was soon forced into a kneeling position, where she couldn’t kick couldn’t resist. T’Pol tried to struggle to pull against the ankle cuffs. The jacket punished her for trying to resist. The plug wedged in her bottom sprang to life it grew larger, both in length and diameter T’Pol felt the corset around her waist tighten reducing by an inch she stopped struggling. 

A straps emerged from the back of the jacket from around T’Pol’s elbows then formed a pair of toe cuff. They locked tightly round her big toe’s right then left then pulled backwards. T’Pol felt her body put into an incredibly secure hog tie her body curved dramatically every piece of her incredibly flexible body put to use against her until the tips of her toes were touching here elbows, her bent legs spread wide. The jacket further reinforced the patient’s bindings covers over her feet to ensure her feet would be in an impossibly arched endpoint position with far less movement. Then for over kill it add a tightly sealed sheath from ankle to knee over each of her doubled up limbs.

T’Pol felt the Trellium-DH2 working against her, more illogical impulses were assaulting her body and mind. It must be the strange compound. her body was being turned on, she was coming into heat her nipples were hardening her lower regions getting moist. T’Pol knew logically that any attempt to struggle against the jacket would cause it to become tighter and more uncomfortable but she also knew that the tighter it was the more she was being turned on. T’Pol began to struggle against the restraint for all she was worth.

There was about five seconds then the jacket reacted. The jacket extended a strap and rolled T’Pol onto her front. With pinpoint precision the strap began to paddle her ass until it shone. Some sort of nerve stimulation device on the soles of her feet began to tickle them. Some sort of liquid was forced down her throat suddenly T’Pol’s guts knotted and twisted writhing in agony, she wanted to explode. There were electric sparks over her nipples. The plug in her ass expanded further. T’Pol felt the toe to elbow hogtie get tighter the strap had shrunk a little , the corset around her waist grew an inch tighter the strap holding her arms in place shortened another inch forcing her to hug herself more tightly. T’Pol was so close but not quite there, she stopped struggling for a moment to regain her breath.

T’Pol continued her futile struggle again. The inside of the jacket began to itch against her skin. The sleeves tightened further from wrist to elbow. The sleeves of the jacket became uncomfortably tight. Thick straps appeared around her wrists and below her elbows tightening themselves. T’Pol felt a strap form around the base of each of her breast then draw tight she felt them bulge from the assault. Still she struggled on, T’Pol felt a web of straps over her breast they got tighter . The reinforcing harness that went over her breast cut them in half then in quarter then in eights. The jacket began to shrink soon it was far smaller than she had thought possible. T’Pol was forced to arch her spine further putting her body into an exaggerated s curve. The jacket clinched in her waist, to create a hourglass figure. 

With every second she resisted her breasts were forced deeper between the harness of straps. T’Pol’s shoulders were wrenched back and hurt more, the effect made her breasts look bigger. T’Pol was sure that She should stop at this point, but she didn’t. T’Pol found her head spinning ,she was panting for breath. The material grew tighter added considerably to the tightness of the jacket. The hood grew tighter over her head, still an illogical desire drove her on she was enjoying the pain the sensation. 

The gag in her jaw seemed to swell it was very large, it was a real jaw breaker. The duel crotch strap tightened. The two straps started at T’Pol’s hips framed where her thighs met her crotch and then reappeared behind her framing her well spanked ass.  The jacket wasn’t happy both straps shortened until they were so tight that T’Pol’s flesh bulged on either side of the straps giving her a very sexy bubble butt. The straps holding her arms tightened pulling T’Pol’s elbows closer and closer together. T’Pol was flexible but this was really severe. 

T’Pol realised the plug in her ass was inflating a lot. The corners of the diaper pad sealed around T’Pol’s crotch, grew tighter pushing the plug further in between her buttocks. The cuffs secured round her ankles grew thicker and tighter.  The Straps from the waist of the jacket to her ankles also tightened. The toe cuffs grew tighter and her feet were bent further back into an en point position. The anchor points on the belt forced her to draw her thighs open wider. T’Pol stopped struggling exhausted. 

T’Pol was infuriated the jacket was stimulating her everywhere but between her legs she just needed a little bit more and she would climax. The exquisitely bent Vulcan began to struggle again the jacket reacted. Her knees were spread wider, the sheaths fitted over T’Pol’s doubled over legs tightened. Thick straps appeared below the knee and at the thigh they were tightened until the flesh bulged either side. It dawned on T’Pol just how helpless she was. She couldn’t’t see or hear, she couldn’t’t move her head more that a fraction of an inch. Her arms were helplessly welded behind her back she was fast losing sensation in them. It was as if they didn’t’t even exist. The horrible plug filled her up the mixture in her stomach made her cramp combined with the pressure from the corset she had no relief from the sensation. What really worried T’Pol even more than the tight restraint was on some very real level she was actually enjoying it being so thoroughly bound , Part of her even now wished that this would never end. 

The web of straps around T’Pol’s breasts began to get tighter. It constricted like a collar around the base of each breasts. Two nipple clamps were applied to her tender buds. She found her arousal growing but the clamps were not enough. T’Pol felt a strange sensation travel through her body it took a moment for her to realise what was going on. The jacket must have a strong power source as it was polarizing like hull plating becoming as tough  as the ships hull completely inflexible. There was no movement on the hood and the jacket it was like her body was encased in a solid titanium cast a perfect immobile form fitting prison. The crotch straps were held rigid. The wrist and elbow straps were held in place, the elbow strap and the side straps were immobile. So were the straps on the ankles and toes and on the leg binders were all as tough as hull plating. It took T’Pol some time to work out what was going on but it was not as if she could do anything about it, or wanted to do anything about it. 

T’Pol felt suction a vacuum on her breasts. She began to warm to the sensation. The tickling began over her feet again. The butt plug grew larger and began to vibrate. Finally a frustrated exhausted T’Pol dozed of to sleep.

Now awake again T’Pol realised that the jacket had upgraded itself while she slept. the jacket was far more strict. A higher narrower posture collar , a far tighter corset gave her a wasp waist. The mittens in the ends of the sleeves were made tighter. The gag was upgraded, it felt to T’Pol like her jaw was on the point of dislocation. The leg binders were tighter and a third strap had been added at mid thigh. The principle of the toe binding was increased so that each toe was imprisoned by its own strap stopping any wriggling all of them anchored to her elbows. T’Pol had redefine her definition of a giant butt plug and it would not stop vibrating driving her insane with frustration. Low voltage electrodes were added to her nipples clamps they were set to shock her at random intervals. A recycling/feeding canister had been connected to the gag the jacket could collect and process her waste. At random times she was force fed with a mixture of reclaimed water and synthesized protean, and Castor Oil. Poor T’Pol realise that it would only take a month for the Trellium-DH2 to work its way out of her system. She wanted at least two months like this now if the jacket would just stop teasing her. 

T’Pol slowly awake again realised that the jacket had made some changes while she slept. It had made some changes to her instead of itself. She could feel a tingling in her breasts they had grown larger however the straps embracing them had not changed. the jacket had decided her body needs to be enhanced in order to further correct and rehabilitate her. T’Pol was not sure how it could do this via nano robots or genetic modifications, or hormone stimulation and therapy she wasn’t sure. She searched her brain there were tell tail changes in its chemistry she could fell a change in her hormones . She had been changed as part of this she was no longer fantasising about Charles tucker the third she imagined the communications officer Hoshi Sato bound as she was bound the two of them trapped in similar restraints forced to enjoy each other.

After half an hour T’Pol realised that her growing breasts were starting to tingle, it took her another ten minutes to realise what was going on. T’Pol realised that her still growing breasts were starting to produce milk, the Horney little Vulcan was now desperate to be milked as well. The jacket continued to cruelly punish her via her expanding breasts the existing clamps became tighter and more complex, teeth biting into her sensitive nipples. More shocks danced across there surface there was harsh suction and constriction from the straps but still she did not seem to be able to lactate.

T’Pol estimated six hours had gone by her breasts had expanded so much that they would substantially incontinence her she would have to have her entire wardrobe altered she would need some additional back support in her garments. If the lactation became permanent she would have to devise some way of self milking. Though a thought came to her of being helplessly bound in the jacket and ensign Hoshi taking her like this sucking on her breasts until she came from the sensation. Another two hours went by. As her breast size had increased up cup size after cup size, the jacket had adapted.

There's was more area to punish and stimulate one minute they felt like they were trapped in a docking clamp next like they were trapped in the vacuum of space the next minute a live plasma conduit was discharging over her nipples. As they have been enlarging T’Pol reasoned naturally her breasts had been growing more nerve endings. She assured herself basic logic, she has grown more nerve-endings inside of them. This causes her to feel greater levels of stimulation as it happened sexual stimulation. Ironically she thought when she had a minute to think she was enjoying the harsh treatment and stimulation the larger her breasts had gotten but why hadn’t the jacket attacked her poor pussy she needed some stimulation there to come. Despite the pain, she yearned for more in the hope it would cause her to come. T’Pol tried to resist the jacket even though it had set as hard as hull plating. The jacket responded T’Pol felt as if her entire body was squeezed by a giant hand. She knew any defiance on her part would only causes the bondage to increase as a form of punishment and suppression yet she yearned to be dominated even further, eventually T‘Pol‘s exhausted body gave out and she succumbed to sleep.

Commander T’Pol woke up to find something in her mouth she panicked sucked and swallowed . More of the liquid entered her mouth. T’Pol realised what it was it was her own breast milk the next sensation hit her she was being milked finally she was able to lactate it felt so good to have the pressure released. She realised that her breasts had grow ever larger, however the strange hormone was no longer affecting her she felt they would not get any larger. T’Pol was discussed that she was being forced to drink her own milk she tried to resist but she either swallowed or choked.

Dr phlox looked at his scanner , the jacket had started forcing commander T’Pol to recycle her own milk, looking at the medical results the doctor agreed with the machines results but not its methods. it had calculated that this course of treatment would help the sub commander to build up a resistance to the element that she was exposed to, thus permanently curing her, indeed Phlox thought two months and I will be able to synthesis a protean from her blood I could mass produce and inject into any Vulcan as a cure, pity the commander has to go through it but her neural readings indicate that she was highly enjoying her predicament.

Though the doctor thought this will prolong her experience and confinement inside the jacket by a month. At first T’Pol tried to resist drinking her own milk , the rational part of her brain screamed because it is unnatural and illogical. However the rest of her brain was finding the milking stimulating just that bit closer to an orgasm. Soon found that the more aggressively she tried to drink what her own body provided for her, the more severe the she will be milked, which only stimulates her between her legs heat pulsing through her crotch and arouses her further. After a day or two Maybe she thought she had even becomes a little addicted to the flavour and the substance had the machine made any other changes to her body finally exhausted she passed into sleep.

T’Pol woke to yet another strange sensation, the jacket after two weeks seemed finally about to let her come something sort of soft material was inside her perpetually soaking wet pussy. It didn’t seem very active or very large but it was there and it was moving. T’Pol liked the idea even if it was a form of punishment. It was agonisingly slow a little like gelatine. The jacket was implants something deep inside of her womb it seemed to take hours, a strange sort of object, when it was fully inside her it started to grow. T’Pol could feel it deep in her belly it was past her sexual organs and had barely stimulated her at all. She could feel it something short like gelatine, thick and heavy it seemed to almost be alive. Over the next couple of hours T’Pol found it was capable of vibrating and expanding and moving and twisting this put immense pressure and discomfort on her poor insides but that turned her on even more. The jacket used this implant as an additional form of punishment to make her behave every time she tried to struggle. It took her a few hours to realise it but every time she struggled or resisted it grew larger. The more she fort against it the larger it got. T’Pol was not sure how long this process took but she thought that from a normal flat stomach to something like a few months pregnant had taken her a day yet after two days of struggling it had grown to such size, that she looked something like eight or nine months pregnant. 

T’Pol drifted in and out of sleep Inside her the implant seethed and swelled and vibrated, it felt terrible and wonderful at the same time. She swore she could even experience painful cramps electrical shocks if she struggled for prolonged periods of time. Of course the implant was near the nerve endings of her genitals, and this was vaguely stimulate her sexually. While it was still a painful bondage and controlling situation her mind was telling her differently. It hurts, but it also felt good, and she wants more. That was when the various enemas started. T’Pol was not sure how the machine could do it but one minute it was pumping hot soapy water into her bowels the next it was ice cold water after that burning hot chilli or all three at the same time and then it would make her hold them for hours. This cause her to swell unnaturally large until it looked like she was due to have twins. in combination with enemas and retention of these enemas she was even more degraded even more horny.

T’Pol was having difficulty tracking time it was a pon far haze of lust. It had been two and a half weeks trapped in the jacket it was still adapting. The jacket was alternating between different torments. T’Pol found it interestingly and stimulating one moment she was being squeezed extremely tightly by the jacket the implant inside her having shrunk she was small and thin tightly corseted, then in a few minutes the implant would grow the enema plug would kick in and she would being swelling up. In some ways she might have a swelling session, and at other times she might have a squeezing session it seemed random. Then the infernal jacket did them both together until she begged into the gag for mercy, then she would change her mind she wanted more she needed more to come.

After three weeks she had still not been allowed to come the jacket was stimulating her muscles with precise electrical currents. The jacket was applying electrical shocks to her muscles, forcing them to contract tightly, painfully, and sometimes opposing forces of the jacket's outer squeezing motions, even against or without her will, the jacket could now pretty much control her limbs this made her feel even more humiliated and controlled.

T’Pol’s sleep cycles had been heavily disrupted from the continual stimulation. She felt her clitoris had become enlarged by 50%. The jacket now started to stimulate her clitoris her anticipation of sexual release was thwarted be sever punishment much like her breasts were experiencing. This however was direct sexual stimulating to her body. T’Pol smiles soon she would explode this would cause her to experience severe orgasms any time soon, even under all the painful and erotic experiences. The jackets could understand her building arousal and instead of giving a release when she desires it brought her to the very brink of sexual climax. Then it held all stimulation, leaving her desperate for anything that could be experienced. T’Pol considered this an even more diabolical form of punishment, it made her even more turned on. 

Another few days when by ultimately in time, as T’Pol was forced to endure hours and hours, weeks and weeks of this incredibly painful and strangely arousing form of stimulation, she came to associate any and all forms of stimulation, even the most severely uncomfortable and painful forms, as something that is a deeply sexually stimulating. This was the only way that she would have been able to achieve the orgasm that she so desperately needed during her long confinement. T’Pol thought it was night the jacket had found another way to control her body. Suddenly T’Pol felt the muscles in her womb contract it was forcing her to experience giving birth to the implant in her womb. Her muscles were being forced to contract painfully. As her body was forced into contractions the implant squirmed and resisted, causing severe pain. Finally an object landed on the padded floor next to the exhausted and still horny Vulcan. T’Pol felt the flap slide into place something was forcing her to sleep. 

Hoshi Sato was due to check in on T’Pol she heard a degree of commotion. Hoshi could see something on the floor next to the Vulcan. It was another straight jacket ensign Hoshi picked it up she wondered where it had come from. Before the ensign knew what was going on the jacket had enveloped her. In under five minutes she was as tightly bound up as the Vulcan Hoshi had been enhanced a little so her body could with stand the stress. Suddenly Hoshi felt the jacket being pulled somewhere. When doctor phlox checked on his patient in the morning he had a surprise. 

The two restraints had worked together T’Pol and Hoshi were forced together enduring a very intimate kiss it was difficult to tell where one patients gag ended and the other began. Pipes could be seen Hoshi’s ballooning Brest milk was being force fed to T’Pol while T’Pol ‘s ballooning breast milk was force fed to Hoshi. There arms were forced into a tight embrace by the straight jacket arms they were clinging to each other with a death grip. They share a very large enema that was perpetually being pumped out of one girl into the other there legs retain the tight toe hogtie. It could be noted that both women were having there bellies expanding again .

The doctor wanted to monitor the situation it looked like T’Pol had psychically linked with Hoshi she was being flooded with nearly a month of sexual frustration. They got crewman Elizabeth Cutler to monitor the situation as a biologist and post a member of security Military Assault Command Operations - MACO Amanda Cole to monitor it. The doctor mused perhaps tomorrow they would have two pairs helplessly bound in the padded room