The Final Station - Encasment

The Final station was in front of me. Another vat of a chemical this was black and thick. I now realized I had never seen any zippers or closures on the gimps. Now it made sense. why gimps were always gimps.

I was carried above the chemical. A machine lowered a pair of goggles like glasses over my eyes and put a set of ear buts in my ears. My lips were again covered with a sealing plastic to keep them closed, and tubes in my nostrils allowed me to breathe. I felt another machine paint some sort of metal paint in lines along my body, and over my cock and balls.

Then I felt myself being lowered into the vat.

In my ears I heard the words repeating over and over, "You are gimp 349-12/1. You belong to the city. You can be used by anyone for any purpose. You are just a gimp. You will serve or you will be punished. Be a good gimp and you will be rewarded."

I felt myself down in the goo, warm goo but not scalding. The words repeated over and over. The drone all I heard as I felt my mine programmed to obey." I stayed down in the goo for quite a while, feeling it harden around my skin.