You obey

“Very well,” you nod. “We will obey.”

“Good,” the man snaps his fingers. One of the guards starts circling you with a measuring tape, then he takes a box from the dispensers, and puts it on the ground next to you. “As a ****, you will still have to undergo some training. But I believe if you carry on this mindset, there won’t be much harm done, and you will prove to be an excellent subject on the market.”

You see a straitjacket emerge from the box, gold in color, alongside with a pair of **** ballet boots, a fist sized ballgag, a blindfold, and three other straps that could be placed anywhere on you. You start to look around scared. But there is no mercy. Your arms are soon unlocked, and they are placed inside the straitjacket. You feel the zipper pulled up from your back to the center of your neck, then your forearms are strapped together to further restrict your movement. The cuffs on your ankles are removed, and your legs are placed inside the ballet boots. The boots get connected by a short chain, then your ballgag is replaced with one gold in color. Your blindfold for now is placed on your neck, just as the two straps are. You also receive a leash, around your arm's length, connected to the O-ring on the collar of the straitjacket.

“MMMMM!!!” Out of an instinct, you start to struggle, wiggling your arms and upper body vehemently. But there is nothing you can do.

You receive an injection in your thigh. You are not sure what it is. Then you are calloused to your feet “Enjoy the rest of your life my dear!”, as one of the guards grabs your leash, and starts nudging you forward as you try to tiptoe in the ridiculously high heels.

After around fifteen minutes of constant struggle you arrive to a row of cells, determined with blue forcefields. Most of them are occupied by a ****, blindfolded and kneeling, others are empty. You are knelt down in one of the empty ones, and soon the blindfold is locked on your head. Your leash is attached to a D-ring on the floor, and your thighs and forelegs are strapped together using the two additional straps. Then the guard switches on the forcefield, and you are left alone in your confinement.

FUCK! That is the first coherent thought your mind is able to muster. This mission has gone sideways. It really-really-really has gone sideways. You have to find a way to get out of here. And you have a strong feeling that you will be better off doing it quickly.