Vanessa's permanent restraints

Vanessa was enjoying not knowing exactly where to go. She kept bumping into fences and other bits of scenery, and whenever she did she giggled under her hood. She thought of how she looked, and it was keeping her turned on. But it wasn't enough. Even though she was trapped in her outfit, it wasn't a real danger. Someone could let her out at any point. She needed that escape ability taken from her.

Kurtis, being the only one who could still see, ended up leading the way. Kate was able to see her husband and Vanessa in through her hood, as well as the occasional other resort goer. As they passed by a restraint stand, she was also able to see every single restraint hung up on the wall. She paused for a moment to study the wares, which caused Vanessa to bump into her.

"Oh, hello ladies," the keybearer at the shop greeted. "Don't you two look all lovely like that."

Vanessa giggled. She brought one leg up in an attempt to strike a pose.

"These are all beautiful restraints," said Kate. "As you can see, a slut like myself desperately needs the rest of her limbs restrained. Those cuffs would be perfect!"

Kurtis had noticed at this point that his wife had wandered off, and came back to retrieve her. "Alright, Kate, maybe later. We have somewhere to be, remember?"

Kate's costume made her cross her arms in a mock pout. "You're mean. Not letting me get tied up."

Kurtis glanced over to the keybearer. "Sorry about that. her restraints are making her act a bit out of character."

Kurtis managed to pry Kate away from the stall, and the three of them continued on their way.

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Back at the villa, Alex and Alyssa had begun to squirm around the ground. Alyssa had got the hang of movement rather quickly, and was currently caterpillar-crawling over to the part of the villa where the sun was. Alex, on the other hand, had got rather distracted with the wind on her private areas, and was starting to go crazy at her inability to reach them with her hands in order to pleasure herself. She desperately needed to find something to grind her crotch on, and so set about trying to move around the villa.

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The trio made it to a building in the middle of the resort, one that was all glass and metal and out-of-place in amongst the warm wooden huts everywhere else on the island.

Kurtis lead the way inside, to a lobby where there were displays around the area of all the types of locks that were provided. Kate immediately went off to explore. Kurtis and Vanessa went up to the two staff members in the middle of the lobby. There was a man and a woman, both completely naked and encased in what appeared to be glass. Their faces and arms exited the rectangle of glass and were free to move about, but the rest of the bodies were frozen in the rigid plinths, which reached all the way up to the ceiling but hung above the floor about two feet.

Kurtis approached the male staff member. "Hello, I was wondering if my wife and I, and our friend here, could get some permanent restraints fitted?"

The encased staff member smiled. "Of course. I presume you wish to be locked in your current restraints?"

Kurtis lifted up his hand, which was holding the blindfold and gag that would attach to his harness. "Yes, however, I need to apply these as well."

"We can arrange that for you, sir. Now, how long do each of you have left on your stay here?"

"Well, my wife - that lady in the ball hood over there- and I are here for another week. Vanessa, how much longer are you here for?"

"Mmm mmmms." Vanessa replied. She was trying to say 'two weeks' but was unable to do so.

"I think she was trying to say weeks?" The female staff member called out from her plinth.

Vanessa nodded her head.

"Ok, our unit is weeks, how many of them do you have left miss?" The male staff member continued. "Hmm once for each week."

"Hmmm mmm."

"Two weeks. Got it. I will just enter that into our system. Now, who will be paying for this?"

"My wife and I will cover Vanessa's bill here."

Vanessa attempted to protest this, but her pointed mumbling was lost on everyone.

"Perfect. Now, do you have an idea of what type of permanence you would like, or would you each like to be walked through your options? We can offer each of you a one-on-one for no additional charge."

"Yes please, that would be great."

"And are you wishing to undergo your procedures right away?"

"Yes."

"Good. I will have someone come and collect each of you. Please make yourselves at home in the lobby until then."

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Alex had not had much luck attempting to find an object, so it was quite the surprise when she bumped into Alyssa. She was startled at first, but did not retreat. She didn't quite know how, but she thought that Alyssa could help her somehow. At this point, Alex was face down with her boobs squashed on the ground, and was beginning to feel a bit of pain. Helpfully, Alyssa nudged Alex with her head, and managed to tip her over onto her back. Lacking either the energy or desire to reposition, Alyssa stayed propped up against Alex, until her head was resting on Alex's taped belly.

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Each of the trio had been taken to a private room, where they had been released from their bonds temporarily, in order to discuss the specifics of their permanence contracts. Vanessa was with an older, kind lady, and was grateful for her help, but was fidgeting nervously. She was wanting desperately to get back into her outfit.

"Look, can we just skip all the ts and cs, I just want to get locked into that thing," Vanessa pointed across the room to where her new favorite article of clothing lay. She was currently naked, and had rejected the complimentary robe.

"Here, swallow this," The woman (whose name was Cynthia) ordered, offering Vanessa two pills. Vanessa swallowed them without much thought.

"What were those?"

"Pills that slow your body's need to consume food. after all, you can't exactly eat while wearing that, can you?"

"Good point. Now can I get dressed again?"

"Hold on. I admire when someone is eager, but we still need to run through your options. As it happens, you have several available to you with this outfit."

"I have options?"

Cynthia opened a drawer in her desk and slid a folder over to Vanessa. In it were information pages on every option that the clinic had available to them.

"What's this?" Vanessa started skimming though the folder. "Permanent locks, superglue, stitching, zipper replacement, glass encasement, latex coating, vacbed, piercings....man, here I was thinking there was just the one option."

"Many people do think that, yes."

"Dare I ask what stitching is?"

"It is a fairly radical procedure where we sew certain orifices shut. The process is reversible before you leave the island, but it does leave a bit of a temporary scar."

"What? Orifices as in, my vagina?"

"And your anus, mouth, eyes. Even your nose and ears could be sewn shut if you wish. But not all at once, mind."

"That's...very radical, yes. Do people go for that?"

"The rare brave soul, yes."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow. "Would you recommend it in my position?"

"Oh I always reccommend it. In fact, its my go-to option." Cynthia took a photo from her desk and showed it to Vanessa. It was a photo of herself, in a bikini, with her eyes and mouth sewn shut with black thread. "My work schedule is one-month on, one month off. Guess what I wear on my month off?"

The whole concept terrified Vanessa, but she had to admit there was something overwhelming about the concept. It seemed very dangerous, but not unappealing. "Hmm, I'd be lying if I wasn't intrigued, but I don't know if there's much point if people can't see any of the part of me that would be stitched."

"You do have a point. In your case, I would recommend there two options." Cynthia took the photo back and flicked to two pages in the folder. "But that's something to remember for your next visit."

The two pages in question were on the topic of 'zipper replacement' and 'superglue.'

"What exactly is zipper replacement?" Vanessa asked.

"Oh, its a bit of a catch all term for costume alteration. Basically, once you are inside your lovely leotard there, we will alter it so that any means of removing it, such as laces or zippers, are removed and a more permanent enclosing mechanism is put in its place. In this case, I would assume we would either stitch the back shut, heat-melt the plastic together."

"Oh, that's hot," Vanessa replied. "However, logistically speaking, I am wanting to hold onto this outfit once I leave the island. Wouldn't that kind of ruin the outfit?

"Well, we never try to talk of what comes after the process, seeing as this is supposed to be permanent, but we can undo the alterations."

"I see." Vanessa studied the pages in front of her again. "And superglue, I presume is..."

"We coat the inner surface of the costume with superglue that hardens upon skin contact. Once you put on the suit, it bonds to your body with a strength firmer than steel. The suit becomes a permanent part of you as it were."

Vanessa had to close her eyes and picture that feeling. It was just what she was wanting. "Mmm. Sounds perfect. Lets do it. Both of them please."

Cynthia smiled. "Good, now, I will just have you sign this contract. Make sure to read it carefully and ask if you have any questions."

Vanessa immediately signed the contract when it was presented to her, and barely skimmed the document. She was impatient, and fine print was never important. "Good, now, can we get started?"

"Yes we can, wait there, I will get the necessary tools. Here, put these one whenever you are ready. They are for your safety, to prevent any glue getting into your body." Cynthia handed Vanessa a bunch of plain white stickers in various shapes and then left the office, leaving Vanessa to stare at her leotard with anticipation, and study the stickers in her hand.

Each sticker was labelled. There was 'Left eye' 'Right eye', 'Mouth', 'Ears', 'vagina' and 'anus'. Vanessa started with the eyes, as they were the most straightforward. The stickers were extremely strong, and after she had applied each one, she was unable to find any purchase along the edges to remove them again. Vanessa realized that this was dumb of her and she should have done her eyes last. She felt around on the desk to find the other stickers.

The mouth sticker was designed to fit a gag in it, and so the middle section stretched like a condom. The outer edge of the circle was the adhesive section, and so Vanessa opened her mouth as far as she could and applied the sticker. She figured that if her gag had not been part of the leotard that she would have applied a sticker over top of one.

The vagina and anus stickers were very similar, designed to accomodate a plug in each. The anus one required a lot of contortion on Vanessa's part, and she wondered why no-one had been given to help her put these on.

Lastly were the ears. Even though Vanessa was not using ear plugs, she figured that getting glue into her ear cavity was not going to be healthy for her, so applied these stickers as well. She could still hear, albeit it at half the volume as normal.

Now that all the stickers were applied, Vanessa waited impatiently for Cynthia to return.

Five minutes later, Cynthia returned, holding a box full of tools and bottles. She was impressed at how fast Vanessa had got ready, and commended her skills.

Cynthia got to work with the glue first, while Vanessa twiddled her thumbs. The coating took about fifteen minutes. Cynthia reassured Vanessa several times that she was almost done, since she was getting rather antsy and spinning in her swivel chair.

When it came time for Vanessa to put on her suit, she practically leapt out of her chair. This was it! This was the moment she was wanting. She welcomed the sweet embrace of the leotard, and couldn't wait for it to encase her completely and permanently. The arms went in first, in order to get the inner straitjacket layer applied and buckled. These buckles were, however, swiftly removed by Cynthia, who cut off the buckles. She then cut the straps to a minimum length and stitched both ends together, giving Vanessa zero slack around her straitjacketed arms. The ends were then fused together more with the help of a heat gun.

The rest of the suit was then applied, and Cynthia took care to not damage the stickers when slotting the condoms into place. The glue dried rather quickly, and Vanessa could feel the grip of her suit become like iron. The final step for Cynthia involved lacing the corset (Of which the laces ran all the way from below the ponytail sleeve to just above her butt) to its maximum constrictness, and then removing the zipper track that sat over top. Cynthia then got to work stitching the suit shut, a process which was long and arduous, but one that Vanessa was in bliss with. With each pull of the needle, she could feel her freedom ebb away more and more. If she had any regrets, it was too late now.

Once the lacing was done, another application of the heat gun fused the suit fully shut to the point where it was hard to see the stitches, and impossible to see the gap between them. If Vanessa could have seen a photo of her back, she would have loved it. The thong back stretched up in one unbroken stretch of fabric. Once again, the only visible parts of her body were her glorious thighs, and her ponytail sticking out the back of the hood.

To finish the look, as an added bonus, Cynthia removed the toe box and heel from Vanessa's stilettos, and then glued them onto her feet. This was a surprise to Vanessa, but not an unwelcome one.

"There we go, Vanessa, all done!" Cynthia patted Vanessa on the butt, and then lead her over to the doorway. "All glued in and sealed in with nowhere to go. Now, remember, you will need to report here every two days to get an injection to keep up your lack of needing to eat food. But for now, enjoy your lovely little outfit!"

Vanessa almost immediately came, with the knowledge that she was permanently stuck. There was exactly zero slack or give in her suit now, like there had been earlier. She no longer felt as if she even had arms, or a face. Her breasts heaved in time with her frantic breathing, and her knees slightly buckled under the feeling of ecstasy.

Once Vanessa realized that the feeling would not go away, she resolved to move past it and set off to find Kate and Kurtis.