You stick together

You decide to stick together, trying to find a way out of the predicament you fell into. First you dedicate some time to get rid of the suits. However... No matter how much you try. It is impossible. The ballgags are placed in too firmly to get rid of. Your final saving grace being your teeth (as you don't have the fingers in your hands and feet to use) denied of you.

Hopeless you stumble on the streets for some time. But there isn't anyone who would help you at the slightest way. Then finally you arrive to a caravan with a row of women bound in chains and latex, wearing masks. Two other women wearing latex but without mask leading them.

You do not what this caravan is. Nor it is explained to you as the three of you are put on leash and get collared to the others.

"Mhm!" you bite on your gags. But your captors are relentless, and you are **** to go forward.

It turns out that the caravan is part of a courier service, the people who are marched serving as the new candidates. The life of a courier is harsh. The vibrators stay to motivate you. Your face is covered by a mask. The heels are replaced with boots so you could walk faster. But in turn you have to walk a lot.

You are groped, used and whipped on a regular basis by those you deliver packages to. And by your owners as well. These moments serving as the only highlights of your **** life. Aside from that you are threading the streets in a hurry or you are in a vac bed resting your sore muscles. The rest you do need as this type of life is demanding.

Of course your collar shocks you **** if you are too far away. This means that escape is impossible.

BAD END: COURIER ****