Struggle

You begin to struggle against the bindings forming around you. Thrashing your arms trying to break free from your latex prison.

"Ugh, I'm not in the mood for disobedience" The Princess says angrily and waves her crop around again. Your bindings get tighter. The ball gag turns into a large penis gag reaching the back of your throat. Your catsuit continues up your head blinding you. Falling to your knees as your legs become strapped ankle to thigh. You struggle some more but to no avail.

"Put him in our most secure remote cell, let him stay unclaimed" Is the last thing you hear as you are dragged away.

Your enclosure for the past week was a mystery to you. All you could tell was it was cold, dark, and made of stone. At some point your ears were filled with plugs so you couldn't hear anything. A guard or another prisoner would come by and play with your cock through your latex catsuit. Sometimes they would get carried away and let you have an orgasm, but most of the time they teased you without release.

Something changed all of a sudden. Your ears weren't plugged anymore, but everything else was still the same. You could feel yourself being moved by several pairs of hands, but still couldn't see anything. You let out a muffled cry but are met with silence. Eventually the hands begin to strap you upright into what feels like a box, and then left alone again.

You begin to hear what sounds like a crowd murmering, except you are on the other side of a glass window.

You think you hear Sasha and Emma!