Fuck it!

You bend down again, despite every logical reason to stop, and you continue to struggle in the straitjacket.

Only to stop as you hear someone stepping in front of your cell.

“Interesting for a voluntary,” Gus says. He unlocks your leash from the O-ring, and starts leading you towards somewhere, possibly the training room. You have a bad feeling in your gut. Something is about to happen.

When you arrive to the entrance - which is indeed labeled “Training Room #5” -, you tense, as the door opens. You see floors and walls made of metal, a table, a chair, a cage with already someone in it, a set of tubes embedded in the walls, one of them occupied by a woman in a deprivation suit. You keep your eyes on the unfortunate person. Then you shudder as you see her getting electrocuted for a longer interval.

Of course, Gus doesn’t care too much about your concerns. With a firm tug on your leash, he escorts you to the table, but instead of bending you down, he gives you a slap on your ass, and walks you to a seemingly empty portion of the wall. He pushes his palm to the surface, and a drawer comes out. There is some sort of suit in it.

“This will help with your escapiness,” Gus says.

Before you could be mentally prepared, he pushes you on the table, and pulls down the straitjacket's zipper. He frees your arms, and pushes the upper portion of the black body suit in front of you. Part of you, you are not sure of the reason, entertains the idea of fighting him, but you know it’s not gonna end well for you. Your arms are placed one by one into the embrace of the suit, then your boots are removed, and you are stepped into your new confinement. You gulp seeing how tall the heels are: it must be at least ten inches.

There is a short chain, around five centimeters in length, that gets connected between your legs, then there are two clamps between your thighs that get locked together, further restricting your movement. You note there is a zipper between your legs - so at least you will be able to have sex -, then your attention is diverted, as the zipper at the height of your buttocks gets pulled up to your neck, and the end of the arms are pushed behind you. Another jolt of resistance runs through you then. But you realize there is nothing you can do. So you endure silently, as your arms get firmly strapped in place, with an additional strap between your forearms. You get an enormous gag in your mouth, this time in a harness, then a blindfold is fixated on your head.

“Much better,” Gus says, and he gives a good slap on your ass. But it is not over yet. The zipper between your legs gets pulled down, and two enormous dildos are pushed inside you: one in your vagina, one in your asshole. The zipper gets locked back soon after, keeping them in place for however long it is desired.

You hear the push of a button, and ZAP!, you feel a shock from the dildos.

“MMMM!!!” you shudder.

“This thing will keep you in line, don’t you worry,” Gus says, and ZAP!, you feel another shock running through your body.

“MMMMMMM!!!” you protest.

Only to receive another shock.

You hear a leash clink in the O-ring on your neck, then Gus starts to escort you forward. But somehow it feels the wrong direction.

You are stepped into something, it feels like some sort of tube, then you tense, as you realize you've already seen what is about to happen. You try to get out, but the tube’s door is closed in front of you mercilessly, and you have no way to get out.

You feel some sort of wires latching onto you.

Then you brace yourself.

ZAP!!!

“MMMMMM!!!” you give out a muffled noise, and your entire body twitches.

ZAP!!!

But the shocks go on regardless.

ZAP!!!

ZAP!!!

ZAP!!!

You spend in the tube what it feels like an eternity. When you are finally let out, you are exhausted and everything hurts. Despite that, Gus pats your head like a dog’s, and leans closer to your ear.

“This is what we call a discipline suit. Those who get it will be locked in it for life. But you've earned it by trying to damage the Registry's equipment,” for that, you begin what you could call a panic struggle, but Gus grabs your neck, and you resort to remain still. “The beauty of it is that the plugs can shock you until you are ****. So you either obey, or you get so much pain that you black out. Now you want to obey, or not?”

You nod.

“Good,” he says, and starts pulling on your leash. “Now move.”

You are escorted out of the room, but the blindfold remains on your head. Not like you could make actual steps! The clamps between your thighs are still locked together, and the chain is very short, so all you can do is to tiptoe at a snail’s pace, and hope that Gus will be able to catch you if you fall.

The arrival itself serves as a relief, as you no longer have to walk in this thing. You are knelt down in the cell, and get leashed to the floor again. And you are left alone with your thoughts.

How do I get out of here? You think to yourself, and start struggling in the bodysuit.

But then you discover another function of the dildos.

“MMMMM!!!” you moan, as they start vibrating inside you.

And they just keep vibrating.

And vibrating...

And vibrating...

And vibrating...