You get encased for good

Hours later, when he arrives, you are sitting in your place idle, knowing very well that you’ve lost. You are going to be contracted. And you will spend the rest of your life in slavery. It is a fate you have no way to avoid.

“Wat a day, huh?” Neil remarks with a grin as he steps in front of you. He gives you meat and vegetables in exchange for sucking his cock, then he unlocks your leash from the floor, and starts leading you towards the docking ramp at the front. You are soon joined by Elena and five additional crewmembers. She seems unusually excited.

From the ship, the crew takes you to a rented speeder. Neil and the five crewmembers sit on the chairs, while you two are to entertain them with your mouths on the floor. The route takes around twenty minutes to complete. After that you arrive at the **** Registry, climb up the towering stairs, and enter the building. The place is full of people of course, and there is a long line ahead of you.

You and Elena glance at each other numerous times as you wait. You are continuously pinched, and fondled by the crew. Not that it is a rare sight in this place! Not far from you, one of the soon be owners starts to ram his newfound subject, locked helplessly in an armbinder in the middle of the crowd. Poor girl. You think. At least you hope she is about to enter willingly in his service. Seconds later, you feel an index finger enter you. You bite on your gag from the pleasure, only to find yourself wanting, as it leaves just before you could climax. This will be your life forever, something reminds you then. Nevertheless, you stand motionless. And wait until the line passes.

“We just found these two on the corner. I guarantee they are eager to serve, and all we need is a contract and some gear to keep them,” Neil says to the receptionist. Of course: this is meant merely as a running joke to the other.

“Would you like a large cage or two smaller ones?” the receptionist laughs.

“Two small ones please,” Neil answers.

A moment later he is handed a holo-brochure, with a long list of outfits and accessory items he could choose from. He starts browsing for the outfit he told you about earlier, and you find yourself truly scared of what is to come. You watch hopelessly as all sorts of restrictive devices show up on the screen, then your heart skips a beat as he reaches some sort of outfit. You can clearly see it fully covers the wearer’s body, from a face mask equipped with a blindfold and a dildo gag, to a heavy, thick-armed straitjacket, to pants with lockable clamps running through them, ending in a pair of connectable **** ballet boots with the height of ten inches.

You feel a shiver running through your spine, as he selects a color of black, and issues the suite for you. Deep down you know: You are getting locked in this for good.

Neil on the other hand is much more forgiving with Elena. She receives a massive ballgag, a light and sexy straitjacket, a pair of **** ballet boots with seven inch heels and a ten centimeter chain to connect them. All of them in red. Judging by the small smile on her face, she seems more than content with the choice. And why she shouldn’t be? It is you who gets the harsh treatment.

Neil hands back the brochure to the receptionist, and the contracts are soon handed out to you. He quickly signs his name on the papers, then your cuffs are unlocked, and it is your turn to ratify things. Part of you, bit naive, assumes you would have the choice to make a scene. But you are in a **** registry alright, full of armed men, let alone the six pirates you arrived with. You take the pen, and you sign the paper. And Elena does the same.

“Excellent,” the receptionist says with a wide smile on his face.

Next you are escorted to a room at the side of the complex called “Equipment Ground”, which works as a staging area of sorts. You see bags, crates and cages all around you, organized by size and color. You take a worried glance at Elena, then you look back, seeing two men bringing out your items.

You glance at your suit, and you gulp: It looks like a prison of its own. Then you gulp again, as you see the two enormous dildos that are built inside the suit.

Of course: there is little time to get yourself acquainted with the thought. One of the men grabs you from behind, and steps you closer to the dreadful thing. The cuffs on your ankles are unlocked, and one by one you are stepped into the monstrous heels. You brace yourself, and you grunt “MMMMMMM!!!”, as both of the giant dildos are pushed inside you, one digging deep into your vagina, the other deep in your asshole.

Next, your cuffs are unlocked, and your hands are pushed into the arms of the straitjacket. You freeze motionless from the thought of being locked up like this for good, but that only helps the workers, who quickly place your arms in the embrace of the straitjacket, and wrap the rest of the material around your body. You feel the zipper pulled up from your buttocks to the top of your neck. Then the arms of the straitjacket are strapped tightly behind you, with an additional strap locking your forearms to prevent any movement. You want to protest again, and you feel your gag finally unlocked: Only to have the mask’s giant dildo pushed in place. “MMMMM!!!” Your hair is held together and pushed through a small hole, creating a pony-tail, then the entire mask gets zipped together, with the built in blindfold descending on your sight.

You feel a strong slap on your ass.

You try to make a step forward, but you almost fall, and get caught by the men around you.

You hear some laughter, but it is muffled. You realize you are deprived of sounds proper.

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!” Scared, you start to struggle in the straitjacket, wiggling your arms vehemently in every feasible direction. But there is nothing you can do. Soon, the clamps running through your legs are locked together, alongside with the high heels, then you are lifted up and placed in what you recognize as a vertical cage, barely able to hear the door locking. The clamps on your sides, thighs, neck, and atop of your head are utilized one after the other, locking your body in a kneeling position within the bars. Which you might never leave in this life.

You renew your struggle, also try your luck with the clamps holding you in place. Of course: There is zero point in doing it.

After that, you hear something get turned on, and you discover an additional function in your suit.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!” you scream to your gag as the two dildos begin to vibrate.

You feel the buildup for an orgasm that seems especially powerful.

But there is another surprise waiting for you.

ZAAAAP!!!

You feel a shock coming from the dildos, rippling through your body. Then the dildos stop for a couple seconds, then they continue once you are back from edge.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!” you scream to your gag, as you feel an orgasm coming again.

ZAAAAP!!!

Only for the process to repeat itself.

You find yourself at the edge of insanity, even by the mere thought of living the rest of your life like this. You continue to struggle, hopelessly, all the while your cage is brought back to the cargo hold. By that time your muscles are too tired to continue. So you just kneel there. Enduring what you didn’t even think possible merely few hours prior.

Around an hour passes, and you hear small thuds that you recognize as footsteps. Your dildo gag is removed, and a pill is pushed in your mouth. You gather some saliva and swallow it. You simply have no other choice.

“I was always curious about this suite,” you hear Master’s voice. He speaks aloud and articulates his words carefully so you could understand him. “I always had this dilemma, because nobody I captured would want to live like this, and none of them really deserved it to be honest. But you tried to escape, and as I’ve said, I was curious of this thing for a while. So you just won the prize here.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Master uses this motion to show the dildo back in your mouth. He locks it in place expertly, then you feel a pat on your rubber-covered head.

“The pill I gave you contains a patch of nanites. They are to repair any damage the bondage does to your body. They won’t help with anything else, and they work slow, so they are not good against serious business. But you can be kept like this for quite some time as it is.”

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!!” you groan as you feel another orgasm closing.

ZAP!!!

Only to have your cycle start once more.

“This stuff is made of ruanite. It cannot be cut or torn, at least not by us common people. It also costs a lot of money, but it is also very durable, so it can be passed **** to ****, as it basically outlives its subjects.”

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!!” you groan as another orgasm is reaching you.

Only for a repeat of the inevitable.

“Oh, and technically speaking, you can expect to get sold a lot of times, as people get bored watching you suffer. But there will always be others who are interested in this sort of thing, so I doubt anyone would ever bother letting you out. Not with the kind of money some twisted fucks are giving for it.”

You hear small thuds that could be footsteps. You determine Master is going for the door.

“Oh, and if you hadn’t noticed, this thing doesn’t have a zipper for your private parts. So sex won’t be a thing for you from now on.”

You hear other thuds, then you recognize the closing of the door.

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!!” you groan as another orgasm is reaching you. Only for the cycle to repeat.

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!!” and to repeat.

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!!” and to repeat.

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!!” and to repeat.

You keep struggling, as much as your aching muscles let you. But you are locked in what is the probably the most secure thing in this sector. And thus there is zero traction to your efforts.

Nevertheless, you keep trying. Right to the point when you pass out from exhaustion.