Archive of Our Own ^beta

Deep in the bowels of Rhodes Island are a row of cells. Officially, they do not exist. No floorplan includes them, no guide will mention them. Very few keycards will grant you entry, unless you know who to ask.

Most of them lie empty, unused. One holds someone who, also, officially, does not exist. One has been claimed by Closure, filled with broken mechanisms and half-disassembled electronics.

And one is being opened by Kal'tsit, ushering Red inside before securing the solid vault door behind her.

The lights blink on as soon as they enter. Inside is sparse, desolate, nothing but concrete with several attachment points screwed deep into the walls and ceiling. In the middle of the room, an doctor's exam table sits, with a small cart nearby, covered with a drape.

"Undress, and get on the table."

Obediently Red removes her coat, casting it to the ground, followed by her tunic, boots, tights. Soon she shivers, naked against the chill of the bare concrete and the laminate of the table she lifts herself onto, lying down just as Kal'tsit instructed.

Kal'tsit, meanwhile, is scrubbing at her hands, pulling on surgical gloves. "There are a few medical devices that I need to fit you with before we continue. This may be uncomfortable, but it should not hurt."

She pulls a long, clear, plastic length of tubing from a sealed bag, holding it over Red's face. "This is going to go into your nose, through your sinus down to your stomach. It will provide all the needed nutrition while you are held here. Please, hold your breath."

Before Red could react, Kal'tsit was upon her, and she gagged as the tube slid cleanly into the back of her sinuses and down her throat. And then it was done, and she coughed, eyes wide.

"Any discomfort?"

Red shook her head. Kal'tsit was already pulling another length of clear tubing from her cart. "This one will allow you to easily breathe, once contained."

This tube was merely taped to her upper lip, small protrusions on the end barely tickling her nostrils, and Kal'tsit continued to secure both tubes with more medical tape, across her face to her ear and down her neck.

Now Kal'tsit pulled one final tube from her cart. "This one is for your urethra, to allow you to relieve yourself. Do not struggle."

Again, before Red had a chance to object, Kal'tsit was holding her cock securely, carefully feeding the tube down her length as she gave a wordless cry of aurprise. She could feel every inch as it crept deeper inside her, in a feeling that was entirely new and unusual, but not unpleasant.

"There." Kal'tsit is securing this tube down the inside of her leg, thigh to calf to heel. "You did very well. Are you ready to continue?"

Red nods.

Now Kal'tsit turns to her cart, pulling a duffel bag from the lower rack. The first item she brings to the table is a pair of black compression tights, and a matching top with a hood, helping Red pull them over her new tubing, adjusting until she is sure everything lays flat and secure.

Before the hood is pulled over her head, Kal'tsit takes her first sense from her: a pair of foam earplugs, rolled tight and gently pushed into her lower ears, muffling the world around her slightly. The hood has slits for her top pair of ears, carefully guided through by Kal'tsit before she inserts another pair of plugs, and the room falls silent.

Next is a larger jacket, with mitts at the end of the sleeves that Kal'tsit gently guides her hands into, pulling a strap tight around her wrists to claim another sense. The thick neoprene weighs on her as Kal'tsit buckles the jacket at the back of her neck, and the mitts are secured to their matching clips on her shoulders. Another strap is passed between her legs, locked in the back under Kal'tsit's watchful hands.

A black leather facemask is next, the interior padding soft against her face as Kal'tsit secures it behind her head, and now the only sense remaining to her is her vision. And soon, too, Kal'tsit will take that as well.

But first, Kal'tsit bids her stand with a gesture, helping her to her feet, guiding her to the direct center of the room, where she stands, alone, as Kal'tsit leaves her to bring the remaining supplies, wheeling the cart to her side.

First in this stage is another covering for her legs, a thick wrap of fabric that binds her in place, buckled securely around her waist and knees and ankles.

Following that is a larger tube of fabric that Kal'tsit has her step carefully into, barely keeping her balance. Slowly this one is pulled tight around her, straps being tightened every few inches, securing her cocoon up her legs, to her chest, up to her neck.

Before Kal'tsit comes with the hood, she pulls the final piece of the puzzle from the cart: a thick padded visor, black glass allowing no light through. Gently she presses it to her prisoner's face, and darkness falls as her final link to the outside world is taken from her.

Vaguely she feels the hood of the cocoon being pulled over her head, secured to the front in some unknown fashion. But mostly, her world is dark and close and non-existent.

Something pulls at her from the outside, not enough to break her balance but enough to be present, slowly moving around her to repeat at each side, before disappearing. And her world is dark and close and quiet again.

Then, a jolt, and she feels her feet leave the ground. Or the ground disappear from under her. Either way her world is dark and close, and gravity has no meaning.

And now she settles into this world that is dark and close and tight around her, cradling her, and time slowly melts away, and her world is dark.