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This story and image were originally posted on my SubscribeStar page back in March 2024. If you'd like to access my stories a month in advance and vote on choose your own adventure stories and other polls, enter the asylum here... subscribestar.adult/rubber-and…

Artwork is by the amazing 0formant0 and posted with his permission.

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Content tags: Non-con (NC), innocent protagonist, hoods, gags, encasement.

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Gianni Lornzo deftly wove his way through the bustling Via dei Venditori. The Mediterranean sun hung high in the sky, and the marketeers and hawkers of the town were out in force, trying to sell their wares to both tourists and locals alike. Gianni slipped between a pair of stalls and escaped into the calm and shaded backstreets, navigating the maze of narrow cobbled streets that would take him to one of the quieter parts of town: Piazza dell'Umiliazione.

Gianni stepped into the tiny square and took a moment to enjoy the plaza’s relative peacefulness compared to the throbbing market street. Few tourists ventured this far into the town, rendering it one of the cherished sanctuaries for the locals. Small ramshackle cafés adorned the cobbled square, their quaint facades overlooking a grand stone fountain at its centre.

It was a fountain unlike any other in the town. Cool clear water gushed out the top of a large stone pillar set in the fountain’s centre, spilling down its length and cascading over a set of ornate stone spheres. Around the fountain’s pedestal hung a collection of gags of varying shapes and sizes, from the dainty and delicate to the monstrously jaw-breaking. The most bizarre feature of the fountain, however, was the series of hooded heads - seven in total - that poked out from the fountain’s pedestal. One might have assumed them to be queer inanimate decorations; at least until one drew nearer and heard the feeble whimpers and moans emanating from the women sealed within the great stone fountain.

Gianni strolled across the plaza towards the fountain, making a beeline for the only head clad in an eyeless red leather hood. As he approached, he could hear the young woman within moaning pitifully, adding to the chorus of her trapped sisters’ anguish. Playfully, Gianni tapped his fingers against the top of her head. The young woman instantly ceased her moaning and attempted to look up, though the thick metal collar clamped around her neck hindered her movements.

“Ciao bella,” murmured Gianni, his voice tinged with both affection and authority. “How are you faring today, my sweet?”

The girl beneath the thick leather hood offered a feeble whimper in response. The muffled noise was almost drowned out by the sound of splashing water behind her.

“Mnng - mmg hh-hht…”

Gianni chuckled at the girl’s incomprehensible reply; he knew there was no way for her to properly respond through the thick rubber gag he’d stuffed into her mouth the previous evening. He patted her head affectionately.

“I’m glad to hear it. Are you ready to please me again, beautiful?”

The girl whimpered, but even as Gianni heard her sob quietly in despair, he could see her nod her trapped head a fraction. She was finally starting to learn that displaying obedience and submission was the only way she was going to be released. She had learned that lesson a lot quicker than some of her stone-encased sisters…

“Very good. Remember, the authorities will be reviewing your case in two days’ time. I would hate to have to give them a negative review of your behaviour… You wouldn’t want to be trapped here another two weeks now, would you?”

“N-nhh! Nhh, ph-phhz!” whimpered the girl feverishly, now trying to shake her head. Gianni grinned, enjoying the power he held over the girl’s fate. He reached behind the girl’s head, loosening the tight ties that secured the hood in place.

“Good girl…”

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Lia had been thrilled to take her first proper holiday in years. The industrious twenty-two-year-old medical student had worked hard all year to achieve top grades and was quite ready to spend a few weeks relaxing and exploring the historic market town of Loccherigo in Vesponti, a small island nation in the middle of the Mediterranean. Lia had been warned that the tiny nation had historically been (and indeed still was to an extent) extremely patriarchal and misogynistic. However, she assured herself that she’d be fine so long as she stuck to the more touristy areas.

It was most unfortunate that, barely a couple of steps outside the airport, one of Lia’s luggage tags dropped unnoticed from her suitcase onto the floor. Littering was a crime in Vesponti, and even more unfortunately for Lia, a pair of police officers were stationed just outside. Before she could even hail a taxi, the two men had cuffed Lia’s wrists behind her back and dragged her to their police car.

At the police station, Lia vehemently protested her innocence. Didn’t they see her luggage tag had just fallen off? Why hadn’t they just asked her to pick it up? No matter how eloquently Lia argued, the two officers remained unrepentant, bombarding her with question after question. Why was she travelling to Vesponti? Had she not read about the local laws and customs? Hadn’t she heard the tag fall off her luggage? Why hadn’t she secured it properly?

The stifling heat of the unventilated interrogation room became unbearable, exacerbating Lia’s tiredness and wearing down her resolve. She hadn’t been allowed a drink of water or a bathroom break in over four hours. Tears welled in Lia’s eyes as she grew increasingly fatigued, the barrage of non-stop questions pushing her to the brink of emotional collapse. Why did she keep demanding to speak to a lawyer? Wasn’t that a sign of guilt? Did she even know a lawyer to contact? If she was innocent, why couldn’t she defend herself?

In a moment of vulnerability, overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere, Lia finally broke down, sobbing as she confessed to whatever it was the two officers thought she’d done. With Lia’s admission of guilt obtained, the two officers dragged the weeping girl to an overnight holding cell. The following morning she was to be ‘installed in Piazza dell'Umiliazione’ for a minimum of fourteen days, with the possibility of ‘indefinite extension’ should it be deemed necessary.

Lia collapsed, weeping, onto the dingy cell’s rock-hard mattress, clueless as to what Piazza dell'Umiliazione even was. How had her plans for a well-deserved holiday turned into such a horrible nightmare?!

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Gianni tugged the heavy hood off Lia’s head and cast it aside. Grinning, he carefully pushed her long, red, sweat-drenched hair out of her face. Beads of perspiration glistened on her skin as he rubbed his thumb against her sweat-slickened cheek.

“Hello beautiful,” he purred. He reached behind Lia’s head and unbuckled her gag. As he pulled the thick rubber toy from her mouth, Lia gasped, a torrent of drool flooding down her chin and splattering onto the stone pedestal beneath her.

“Th-Thank you, Sir…” Lia rasped with her first breath as she raised her eyes to look up at Gianni. “Thank you, th-thank you…”

“Your manners are improving,” said Gianni, nodding appreciatively. He withdrew from his pocket a clean white handkerchief and carefully wiped away the sweat, drool and tears adorning Lia’s flushed face. “I think maybe you are close to learning your lesson?”...

(The rest of this story is too PG for DeviantArt! Read the rest of it here: docs.google.com/document/d/1kK… )

Description

This story and image were originally posted on my SubscribeStar page back in March 2024. If you'd like to access my stories a month in advance and vote on choose your own adventure stories and other polls, enter the asylum here... subscribestar.adult/rubber-and…

Artwork is by the amazing 0formant0 and posted with his permission.

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Content tags: Non-con (NC), innocent protagonist, hoods, gags, encasement.

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Gianni Lornzo deftly wove his way through the bustling Via dei Venditori. The Mediterranean sun hung high in the sky, and the marketeers and hawkers of the town were out in force, trying to sell their wares to both tourists and locals alike. Gianni slipped between a pair of stalls and escaped into the calm and shaded backstreets, navigating the maze of narrow cobbled streets that would take him to one of the quieter parts of town: Piazza dell'Umiliazione.

Gianni stepped into the tiny square and took a moment to enjoy the plaza’s relative peacefulness compared to the throbbing market street. Few tourists ventured this far into the town, rendering it one of the cherished sanctuaries for the locals. Small ramshackle cafés adorned the cobbled square, their quaint facades overlooking a grand stone fountain at its centre.

It was a fountain unlike any other in the town. Cool clear water gushed out the top of a large stone pillar set in the fountain’s centre, spilling down its length and cascading over a set of ornate stone spheres. Around the fountain’s pedestal hung a collection of gags of varying shapes and sizes, from the dainty and delicate to the monstrously jaw-breaking. The most bizarre feature of the fountain, however, was the series of hooded heads - seven in total - that poked out from the fountain’s pedestal. One might have assumed them to be queer inanimate decorations; at least until one drew nearer and heard the feeble whimpers and moans emanating from the women sealed within the great stone fountain.

Gianni strolled across the plaza towards the fountain, making a beeline for the only head clad in an eyeless red leather hood. As he approached, he could hear the young woman within moaning pitifully, adding to the chorus of her trapped sisters’ anguish. Playfully, Gianni tapped his fingers against the top of her head. The young woman instantly ceased her moaning and attempted to look up, though the thick metal collar clamped around her neck hindered her movements.

“Ciao bella,” murmured Gianni, his voice tinged with both affection and authority. “How are you faring today, my sweet?”

The girl beneath the thick leather hood offered a feeble whimper in response. The muffled noise was almost drowned out by the sound of splashing water behind her.

“Mnng - mmg hh-hht…”

Gianni chuckled at the girl’s incomprehensible reply; he knew there was no way for her to properly respond through the thick rubber gag he’d stuffed into her mouth the previous evening. He patted her head affectionately.

“I’m glad to hear it. Are you ready to please me again, beautiful?”

The girl whimpered, but even as Gianni heard her sob quietly in despair, he could see her nod her trapped head a fraction. She was finally starting to learn that displaying obedience and submission was the only way she was going to be released. She had learned that lesson a lot quicker than some of her stone-encased sisters…

“Very good. Remember, the authorities will be reviewing your case in two days’ time. I would hate to have to give them a negative review of your behaviour… You wouldn’t want to be trapped here another two weeks now, would you?”

“N-nhh! Nhh, ph-phhz!” whimpered the girl feverishly, now trying to shake her head. Gianni grinned, enjoying the power he held over the girl’s fate. He reached behind the girl’s head, loosening the tight ties that secured the hood in place.

“Good girl…”

---

Lia had been thrilled to take her first proper holiday in years. The industrious twenty-two-year-old medical student had worked hard all year to achieve top grades and was quite ready to spend a few weeks relaxing and exploring the historic market town of Loccherigo in Vesponti, a small island nation in the middle of the Mediterranean. Lia had been warned that the tiny nation had historically been (and indeed still was to an extent) extremely patriarchal and misogynistic. However, she assured herself that she’d be fine so long as she stuck to the more touristy areas.

It was most unfortunate that, barely a couple of steps outside the airport, one of Lia’s luggage tags dropped unnoticed from her suitcase onto the floor. Littering was a crime in Vesponti, and even more unfortunately for Lia, a pair of police officers were stationed just outside. Before she could even hail a taxi, the two men had cuffed Lia’s wrists behind her back and dragged her to their police car.

At the police station, Lia vehemently protested her innocence. Didn’t they see her luggage tag had just fallen off? Why hadn’t they just asked her to pick it up? No matter how eloquently Lia argued, the two officers remained unrepentant, bombarding her with question after question. Why was she travelling to Vesponti? Had she not read about the local laws and customs? Hadn’t she heard the tag fall off her luggage? Why hadn’t she secured it properly?

The stifling heat of the unventilated interrogation room became unbearable, exacerbating Lia’s tiredness and wearing down her resolve. She hadn’t been allowed a drink of water or a bathroom break in over four hours. Tears welled in Lia’s eyes as she grew increasingly fatigued, the barrage of non-stop questions pushing her to the brink of emotional collapse. Why did she keep demanding to speak to a lawyer? Wasn’t that a sign of guilt? Did she even know a lawyer to contact? If she was innocent, why couldn’t she defend herself?

In a moment of vulnerability, overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere, Lia finally broke down, sobbing as she confessed to whatever it was the two officers thought she’d done. With Lia’s admission of guilt obtained, the two officers dragged the weeping girl to an overnight holding cell. The following morning she was to be ‘installed in Piazza dell'Umiliazione’ for a minimum of fourteen days, with the possibility of ‘indefinite extension’ should it be deemed necessary.

Lia collapsed, weeping, onto the dingy cell’s rock-hard mattress, clueless as to what Piazza dell'Umiliazione even was. How had her plans for a well-deserved holiday turned into such a horrible nightmare?!

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Gianni tugged the heavy hood off Lia’s head and cast it aside. Grinning, he carefully pushed her long, red, sweat-drenched hair out of her face. Beads of perspiration glistened on her skin as he rubbed his thumb against her sweat-slickened cheek.

“Hello beautiful,” he purred. He reached behind Lia’s head and unbuckled her gag. As he pulled the thick rubber toy from her mouth, Lia gasped, a torrent of drool flooding down her chin and splattering onto the stone pedestal beneath her.

“Th-Thank you, Sir…” Lia rasped with her first breath as she raised her eyes to look up at Gianni. “Thank you, th-thank you…”

“Your manners are improving,” said Gianni, nodding appreciatively. He withdrew from his pocket a clean white handkerchief and carefully wiped away the sweat, drool and tears adorning Lia’s flushed face. “I think maybe you are close to learning your lesson?”...

(The rest of this story is too PG for DeviantArt! Read the rest of it here: docs.google.com/document/d/1kK… )