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but extremely thoroughly, giving her time to adapt to the steadily increasing compression, then tightened a little more and a little more until the edges met over her spine and he was able to tie the final knot, Paula’s waist was squeezed down to a literally breath-taking twenty three inches that set her still-naked breasts heaving rapidly to the quick, shallow pants that were all the corset’s vice-like grip permitted.
    Once he was sure that she could breathe satisfactorily through her nose, he unbuckled and removed her ball-gag, but immediately replaced it with a thick, hard shaft of rubber attached to the inside of a heavy rubber hood that encased her entire head and left only her eyes and nose exposed.
    In the few seconds that she was un-gagged, Paula tried to protest that she really, really didn’t want to be hooded, but it made no difference and as the laces were pulled tight and knotted behind her neck, the rubber shaft was forced deep into her mouth, bulging her cheeks and silencing her even more effectively than the ball-gag had managed.
    The third and final addition to her costume was a tall, stiff leather collar that made her hold her head up and prevented her from bending her neck and when Professor Goss locked it in place over the hem of her hood and its knotted laces with a small padlock, Paula realized that even if her hands were free, she still wouldn’t be able to remove either the collar or her gag without the key.
    Dropping the key into his pocket, Professor Goss walked across the subterranean room that was to be Paula’s home and prison and stopped beside a large floor-to ceiling mirror.
    “Come here, Paula.”
    His tone was commanding and although she didn’t want to obey, Paula shuffled towards him with the tiny, mincing steps imposed on her by her enormous high heels and hobbled ankles, her blue eyes wide with hopeless resignation and anxious concern as she made her laborious way to his side.
    Since declining his offer to let her try to escape…an attempt she had instantly realized was doomed to failure…he had grown noticeably in confidence and authority, seeming to take her acceptance of her hopeless situation as tacit approval of his actions.
    Much as she would have liked to tell him otherwise, she couldn’t, of course, and although she had tried to indicate her reluctance and growing alarm as he showed her around the facility and pointed out the many complex machines that were to form part of the tests she had agreed to let him carry out, he had ignored her muffled questions and protests.
    When they finally reached the underground “test area” where she was to be imprisoned, he had casually locked her in while he fetched the corset, hood and collar she now wore and which restricted her ability to communicate even more severely.
    Professor Goss waited until Paula reached him, then indicated a spot directly in front of the mirror, “Stand there. I need to make sure that you don’t go wandering about and getting yourself into trouble while I set up the first test.”
    The chains dangling alongside the mirror made his meaning perfectly plain and when he lifted the first and clipped it to a ring on the front of her collar, Paula knew that she wasn’t going to be allowed the opportunity to get into trouble.
    Or no more trouble than she was already in anyway…
    The second chain went to the same ring, the third and fourth to the sides of her corset and she was secured facing her own reflection and unable to turn away.
    A breathy squeal leaked past her gag as Professor Goss’s hand snaked around her torso to lift her left breast and despite his assurance that he was only replacing the firm globe back into its molded rubber cup, the touch of his fingers instantly re-ignited a hot glow of arousal in her belly.
    Her skin tingled to the feel of his hands and she felt her nipple stiffen as he gently pushed her breast into position and slid the zipper closed and when he cupped her right breast,