You get a new suit

When Neil comes to fetch you, 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.

“What a day, huh?” Neil remarks. He gives you breakfast in exchange for sucking his cock, then he lets you out of the cage, and starts leading you towards the docking ramp at the front.

You are at the same planet you went previously, and you are escorted in a shuttle to the very same **** building and to the very same receptionist.

“We want to change her outfit to a more restrictive one,” Neil says.

The holo-brochure is handed to him a moment later, 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 awaits you. You watch with horror as all sorts of restrictive devices show up on the screen. He begins to brows them like nothing, then suddenly stops when 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. You are getting locked in this for good.

Neil gives back the receptionist the holo-brochure, then you are escorted to the ”Equipment Ground” again. Your cage and your new suit are quickly brought in front of you. You look at the thing, and you gulp: It looks like a prison on 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 dread of being locked up like this with the dildos, 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!!!”, you grunt. 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.

Then 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 option.

“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.

“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 of this. 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.