A P.A.M.P.R. Suit

You gaze up from the ground and are met by the titanic form of a different model of suit. It seems to be feminine, holding the same design, chest space, and curves as the others, but it's runes hum with a purple glow about them. It's body is larger, more bulky than the others, the hair a different style, and the groin of which not baring a black bag, but simply a metal barred cage in the shape of a curved tube. On it's chest, where it's name plate should be is instead a new one, reading 'P.A.M.P.R. Suit'. Focusing on the name plate is when you notice that there are two more behind the one infront of you, built the exact same way, though they have no cages, and are infact pulling up one of the boxes you had neglected to check and try to open it.

"All pris-is-is-isoners designated deserv-deserving of lllllllllllllevel five punish-punish-p-p-punishment are permitted to be-be-be-be-be-be sub-subjugated to the prisoner's autooooooomated mental pacific-pacific-pacification refiner suit. Please st-st-stand by for administered punish-ish-ish-ish-ish-ish-ishment." The voice was just as rusty as the others, and though you had no idea what mental pacification meant, it can't be anything good. You watch as the pieces of its body let off a loud hiss, steam spraying from its shoulders and hips before the many metal pieces that make up the front start to separate and role back like gliding magnets. The inner layer of the suit sends a chill through your skin, the source of the faint pink seen before being revealed as a dark pink fleshy material, steaming with heat as a thick white ooze drips from it. The interior was not what you were expecting, especially with the outer shell being so cold, hard, and dusty, but in that thought is when you feel your knees scrape against the brick floor again, the two Iron Wardens marching forward while dragging you along. In a flick of their wrists, they spin you around, disorienting you for a split second and giving your back to the open suit. There is almost no time to kick and fight before you feel a soggy warmth engulf your back and cause your goosebumps to flare.

You pull on their metal sphere hands as they effortlessly slip you inside, outstretching your limbs before slimy metal cuffs brace your wrists, waist, and ankles one by one, then they convert to the same dark pink fleshy membrane. Oddly enough though, you can still feel the cold breeze of the dungeon on your ass cheeks as they are pressed through some kind of opening or cup, you aren't really sure. With you now being sufficiently restrained, they step back and let the suit work it's magic as the pieces begin sliding back in place, bricking up over your form and hiding it under the metal woman. Of course you thrash, you shack and toss your weight in some attempt to break from the bonds, but nothing can free you now, the barred opening of the groin simply laying over your cock and balls. You feel each piece cement itself in with the fleshy membrane beneath, the white ooze starting to leak from the openings as it gets tighter and tighter around you. Covering your chest, you can feel a slithering along your nipples in the open cups of the breasts, and two more licking up and down your temples just before the last piece clamps down on your face, fully concealing you inside the metal suit.

"Pr-pr-prisoner secured. Resizing-resizing chassssstity cage." Her words come to mind in your state as the bars around the groin outstretch like a balloon. The feeling of a cold metal ring snaps around both the base of your cock and balls, happening out of view of your frozen metal body. The bars come back to your cock, somehow still solid as the metal constricts around it, getting tighter and smaller to **** back the head of your cock to a near crushing degree before it settles on an uncomfortable squeeze, the sound of an audible "click" echoing in the chamber.

"Chastity cage resizedddddddd. Pe-pe-pe-penial sex-x-x-xual access reduced by 92%." Trapped and locked under a restricting suit of metal, you start to panic with the slithering around your nipples and temples only getting worse. Your cock trembles in the cage as you wonder how long you are going to be in this state, or if they will ever let you out. Are you going to starve to ****? Will they feed you? Will they let you use the bathroom? What will the suit do to you now?