Sara [female protoganist, bi]

So I decide to agree to this proposal, and after few days after court I was called to be transferred into new prison. Case I have 7 years sentence, I was glad that I’ll be free in just one year.

Before transfer lawyer of this prison give me documents that I agree to take part in this experiment. This document was so long and boring, and after few hours of reading I give up in sign it. Layers looks very happy and congratulate me that after year I would could be free. And I can say I was happy too.

Then they ask guards to lead me into the bus that will transfer me to this new prison.

As I made my way into the back of the bus, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The guards looked at me with cold, emotionless eyes as they closed the door behind me. "We have procedures to follow when transferring prisoners," one of them said gruffly. "We know you haven't hurt anyone, but we have rules."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I knew I had made a mistake, but I didn't think it warranted such treatment. Suddenly, the guards commanded me to take off my clothes, and my heart began to race.

"Maybe you could call a female guard," I suggested, trying to keep my voice steady. "I can't take off my clothes right here."

The guard sneered at me. "Sara, you will do what we say, or we will **** you to do it."

Feeling humiliated, I began to undress, removing my clothing one piece at a time. I had never felt so exposed before, and the feeling made my skin crawl.

"Your bra and panties too, sweetie," the guard said as I stood before them in nothing but my bare skin.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. But I knew I had **** but to comply. I removed my bra and panties, handing them over to the guards.

They then led me over to a strange-looking hand cart with what appeared to be a latex sack on top of it. "Get in," one of them barked.

Feeling a sense of dread, I climbed into the sack and lay down. The guards quickly zipped it up, leaving only my head exposed. As they began to buckle me into the sack, I couldn't help but notice the strange, tingly sensation of the latex against my skin.

"This is one of the experimental tools of this facility," one of the guards explained as they tightened the straps. "It will keep you from hurting yourself or anyone else."

I tried to protest, but the guards ignored me. They then attached a compressor to the sack, and I felt the air begin to be sucked out of it. Soon, I was completely immobilized, unable to move even my fingers.

"Finally, the hood," one of the guards said as he placed a leather hood over my head, completely blocking out my vision and muffling my protests. "Now we're ready to move. Have a nice ride, Sara."

The last thing I heard was the sound of the bus's engine roaring to life as it began to pull away. I was left alone, bound and helpless, with nothing but the sound of my own breathing to keep me company.

As the bus jolted and bumped along the road, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises awaited me at this experimental prison. I had agreed to the program in the hopes of getting out early, but now I was beginning to regret my decision.

But despite my fear and uncertainty, there was a part of me that found the sensation of the latex sack and my complete immobilization strangely exhilarating. I tried to push those thoughts to the back of my mind, knowing that I was in a dangerous situation and needed to keep my wits about me.

As the hours passed, I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind foggy from the effects of the hood and the tightness of the sack. I didn't know what was going to happen to me once I arrived at the prison, but I knew that I was in for a wild and unpredictable ride.