Make something genuinely dreadful.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath as I reached the only logical conclusion and pulled my padded boards apart.

I was determined not to fail, whatever that meant. Amber and the others were able to live some semblance of a productive professional life with their white collars. Ruby, in her red collar, whatever that meant, was even in some kind of authority position. The women I'd seen being repurposed wore no collars and they were being treated like animals. I was getting one of those fucking collars.

I grit my teeth and deliberately selected the pieces I least wanted used on me. That meant no padding and no mercy. It meant I would begin my build with the hoop thing.

It was a simple ring of steel pipe, about twenty inches in diameter, with a removable straight bar that stretched right across the middle. It was as elegant as it was inescapable. I could already see myself trapped inside it, bent over with my ass helplessly exposed, a steel bar digging into my hips. I shuddered as I pulled it into my lap and ran my fingers along its sturdy rim.

From there, I made my choices more quickly. I was building a rigid structure of steel pipes. I was going to be bent more or less in half. I was going to be hopelessly ****. But I still had some power over my situation.

I didn't want that asshole, Scott, putting his dick in me if I could avoid it. He said that anything I incorporated into the design would be used, so I made sure to provide objects for all three of my own holes and included adjustable accessory rods to hold them in place. I figured I was going to be stuffed one way or the other. I wanted it to be on my terms.

I tried not to think too much about exactly what I was doing as I assembled my device. Every time I stopped to contemplate my situation, my hands would shake and I'd feel my heartbeat in the hot cavern between my thighs. It didn't make sense that I was so turned on, and I didn't have the luxury of time to process my own emotions.

Eventually, I finished and stepped back to consider what I'd made. Looking it over it carefully, I had to limit myself to seeing only a limb or two at a time. I tripped each modular piece of the thing to tug and push and yank on it. Nothing I could do would budget anything at all. Everything was tight and secure and stable. It would successfully render me helpless.

I turned my attention back to Scott, not wanting to give Ruby even the satisfaction of a look. "Finished, sir."

Scott was already watching me. My final inspection had certainly clued him in. "Good. Get into it. Ruby will assist you as needed." He tossed his head for Ruby's benefit.

I needed a little help to climb into the ring, and felt more than a little silly pushing my ass through it, but once Ruby slid the bar into place and I felt my mobility begin to vanish, no part of the process felt silly. I twisted and spread, bent and strained, voluntarily, to get each part of my body to fit into the thing I'd prepared for myself.

I was kneeling on a single slat of hard rood, raised a couple feet above the floor. My feet were trapped in rigid stirrups right behind my ass, making sure I would remain on painful knee points the entire time. I had selected a single cross-bar with rigid, locking bands for my neck and wrists and secured it to a pair of vertical posts.

The steel felt cool and unforgiving on my bare skin. Each restraint popped closed with an soft yet ominous click. I flexed experimentally against everything holding me and found I had done my job well. I wasn't even able to pull my ass in, I was **** by my position to push it out, helplessly ****.

I gasped and squirmed as Ruby moved about me, dragging her manicured nails across my flesh. She moved behind me and I heard the sounds of her positioning the accessory rods. My cheeks burned with shame as my pussy drooled with anticipation, the evidence dripping gently down my spread thighs.

She started with my ass, rubbing the soft rubbery thing against my soaked slit for lubrication before roughly forcing it deep inside my tightest, least experienced hole.

"Ungh! H-hey! Not so rough! That- ah!" I growled, cutting off as Ruby pushed the other dildo into my greedy slit. It featured a special little arm for clitoral stimulation and Ruby wasted no time pushing it firmly into position, securing it with the adjustable rods. Against my will, I let out a soft shameless groan of pleasure at her rough handling.

Chuckling, she moved back to my front and patted my cheek. "Such a slut."

I opened my mouth to respond but she took that opportunity to shove the shiny red ball gag between my teeth, cutting off my words. She secured the straps tightly around my head, and my bondage was complete.

I felt the full weight of my total vulnerability, then, as Ruby teased and pinched my exposed nipples and I could barely flinch.

"Mmmf! Mnnfnggg!" I managed pitifully. Why did I have to pick such a large gag?

Ruby grinned down at me and I saw a flash of something malicious in her eyes.