But nobody came.

Minutes went on like hours. Just when Jen started to worry about her eyes leaving their sockets, the whole wardrobe started to move. First sideward, then down and down and down. For a while, her blurry lenses only showed some plain grey walls, but then she found herself in the bottom of some plastic box.

Finally, the pressure went away. She could catch a glimpse of the wardrobe side with the evil hook disappearing in the ceiling before the transparent box’s lid shut over her head.

“What... What the fuck! Let me out! What is this place?”

Of course, she did not say it. The mask was still muting her.

The place she was in now was even bigger than the first hall. There were hundreds of boxes and capsules. Some were occupied by other girls. The closest to Jen was wearing an armbinder that stretched itself between her legs and all the way to the belt on her waist. Light blue pointy-toe stiletto boots she was wearing were separated by a spreader bar at her ankles. She was screaming something, but no sound escaped her box.

Jen looked away and sat down properly. All she knew was that the length of her stay in this box did not depend on her. Soon her fingers discovered the keyholes in the shoes and the dildo, which meant she was trapped in them without escape as well.

Jen could only let out a hopeless sigh. At least she was not wearing an armbinder.

“Soon you shall start using these free hands to entertain yourself. The best thing you can do in the Storage.”

ENDING #29