“All these restraints will fit you exactly.”Īs Liz stared at the package, she began drooling. “All of these items had been made exactly to your measurements, Ms. Liz could see a card on the front with her name, her mugshot from that one time she was arrested, and a list of several of her measurements. The nurse lifted one of the packages up off the desk, and showed it to Liz. Liz considered taking the second option then and there. “It means that either you cooperate with us, and we’ll let you be in control of your body while we put all this stuff on, or you don’t, and we’ll take that away from you, shove you inside this stuff, and tighten the straps so much that you’ll beg us for mercy.” “W-What does that mean?” Liz replied, getting way too excited for her permanent imprisonment. We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” the nurse told her, as she slid a hand down Liz’s side and stroked the side of her breast. “I just want you to know that there’s no getting out of this. One of them, the blonde, walked over to her, and put her hands on Liz’s shoulders from behind. The businesswoman stood up and left, leaving her alone with the two latex nurses. “These two nurses will begin preparations for you to live out your sentence.” “Really?” she asked, squirming in her seat. The JF Institute was also an insane asylum, so no doubt they used her favourite item of bondage, the straightjacket. She imagined what it would be like, how good it would feel, to be trapped, locked away deep within one of the facilities dark rooms, struggling against her bonds with no chance of escape. This was more than she could have ever hoped for. And she was being sentenced to permanent bondage, to imprisonment for the rest of her life. She knew that Elena would sometimes send nosey reporters there to disappear. “You will serve out your sentence at the JF Institute, our current location, starting now.” “You have been sentenced a lifetime of bondage and isolation,” the businesswoman stated. She had been tied up as Elena’s slave for several years now. However, there was no way Liz could have done it. She had felt the sunlight on her skin for the first time in years, and she had hated it. It was enough that they had raided the gang's headquarters with a SWAT them.Įlena had offered Liz up as the culprit, and the police had arrested her. That had caused too much noise for even corrupt officers to ignore, especially with people outside the city more powerful than them wanting an arrest. The police had come to arrest one of Elena’s bikers for the murder of a judge. “You have been found guilty of the first-degree murder of a federal judge.” “Elizabeth Jong,” the businesswoman spoke with a cold voice. One of them had blond hair, and the other was a brunette. The woman in the business suit sat across from her, and the other two stood at her sides. She loved the feeling of powerlessness that came from bondage, but she couldn’t stand the feel of latex. Just then, a doorway opened in one of the walls, and three women, one wearing a business suit, and the other two clad in tight-fitting latex suits and carrying large packages wrapped in plastic, walked in. She belonged to Elena, and she belonged in a tight straightjacket, all bound up for her mistress to tease and torture. Seeing herself naked, seeing herself unbound, it felt wrong. Her skin was paler than the last time she remembered seeing it, before she became a slave. She would have liked to experience the thrill of being strapped tight in the back with her straightjacket. They had given her a sedative after they had strapped her into the back of the police van, and they must have taken her clothes when she was unconscious. She looked down to examine her naked body. Elena was the most powerful gang leader in the city, and when police would come to arrest her, it would often end up worse for them than it did for her. It must have been for a crime so big, that it could not be ignored by them. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. The walls were all painted white, and she couldn’t tell where the door was, or even if the room had any doors. There was only a desk in front of her, another chair beyond that, and to her right, a table. The room she found herself in did not have much furniture. Liz awoke to find herself sitting in a chair, stripped naked.
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