The Cinch

Ashley however looked more like a professional pie eater.

Rolls of pale skin sagged over her Marks and Spencer ‘Magic Knickers’ and support bra. Maybe she needed more magic than any high street retailer could provide.

Ashley fitted the belt, then the arm and leg straps and finished by slipping the neck cowl over her head.

Stansa was back on the screen telling the viewer how great they must look and feel.

Ashley did feel good, a strange tingle was emanating from the belt. Maybe this was the real thing!
She looked down and decided that she could go another notch up on the cinch belt.
A quick breath in…another notch.
Damn, but she was looking a lot slimmer just by wearing the cinch. It had shaped her waist like an old fashioned girdle but looked sleek and stylish, if a bit Goth-like for her tastes.

She looked down again.
Could she manage another notch?
She fumbled with the small buckles. As the pin slipped into the next hole on the belt, it cut a V shaped gouge deep into her thumb.

“Ow.” She pulled her hand away instinctively and traced a line of blood three inches long from the buckle along the cinch belt.
The effect was instantaneous. A ripple of energy pulsed through the cinch belt. But it didn’t stop there, the arm wraps, leg wraps and neck cowl vibrated in response.

No not vibrated, squirmed!
The blood was absorbed by the fabric of the belt.
Then the cinch emitted a strange cracking sound. That awful knuckle-cracking sound that the men in the office did to annoy her.

She looked at her waist, bewildered.

The cinch tightened again…on its own!
Ashley tried to release the belt but it was stuck fast.
More of her blood across the cinch fabric.

The belt tightened another inch.

“No!” was all she managed. Then the rest of the cinch set began to reduce in circumference as well.

The neck cowl tightened around her throat. She could feel her pulse throbbing against the fabric. No, it wasn’t her pulse.
The cowl was pulsating with an intrinsic energy of its own.

She dug her fingers under the fabric, but as she fumbled and pulled at the band around her throat, it seemed to constrict even more in response.
Ashley started to choke. Cold darts of panic shot through her nervous system.

“No, no, no.”

The computer screen blinked back into life again.
Pim Stansa appeared again; smiling as ever. He seemed to be looking directly at her; through the screen.

The waist cinch clicked up another notch.
Ashley was finding it hard to breathe now.
Pressure seemed to be building all over her body. Her limbs were tight and sluggish as the bands restricted the blood flow to her extremities.

As spots of light danced across her vision, she staggered and knocked the computer monitor to the ground.

The picture flickered then turned a solid blue.

The cinch bands on her thighs cut so deep into her legs they now resembled a roast of meat in a butchers shop.
Both her arms and legs had turned a mottled shade of red. Swollen veins accentuated their path like a ghastly road map.

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