What will happen to you next?

You spend the next few hours sitting idle in the cage, trying to reconcile with everything that happened. You truly became a ****. There is no denying of that. But you also see that it's not over yet. With the nanites in your veins, your urge to have sex might be a lot higher than it used to be. But you wouldn't be the only woman in her twenties out there who's entire life revolves around getting something in sufficient size between her legs.

Question is: how exactly should you get out of here? Perhaps you could fake that you love Neil until he lets you go. But why would he? You could also keep your eyes open for an option to escape. But even then, you would still have to get out of the straitjacket.

As you keep thinking, suddenly the door opens. You tense in the cage. And you soon recognize Neil's footsteps, as he starts to circle around you. At one point he stops, and two fingers start to invade you from the rear.

"Mhm!" you moan, sinking your teeth into your ballgag. Then the fingers leave. Your body left wanting.

"So: you wanna head out to the party or will you get flogged first?" he asks.