Holidays gone wrong

Author: eckie
Title: Holidays gone wrong
Date: 01 September 2011

Holidays gone wrong

I stumbled over the ad of this sort of hotel by accident, advertising the somewhat different holiday, a hotel somewhere far from neighbors, small with only ten rooms, but promising large well equipped sm-facilities and tools for use by the guests, offering appropriate accommodation for the Masters in luxurious rooms and slaves in dungeons, cells or cages, a perfect place to openly enjoy anything one would want to.

I had been to hotels before that offered various equipment in their rooms and spent the one or other interesting night or weekend in those, so I thought it would be nice to check it out and spend my soon to come holidays maybe there then, hoping of course that some other guests would make my stay more enjoyable, finding someone to use the facilities there to the fullest during the stay. So I checked for pricing, dates, availabilities and found a good arrangement, a nice room for the duration of ten days, also checking the rest of the rooms and finding most of them occupied in that timeframe also, so hopefully there would be some interesting ones amongst them then.

I finalized the online booking and soon after received the confirmation by email. The mail also asked if I was planning the stay to be just regular or if I would be interested in some special arrangements, listing the options to spend the time either as top or bottom, either arranging some slave at my disposal or to spend the time locked and chained accordingly myself. I had not read about these arrangements on the website but was smiling when I read it, starting to think what arrangements I would enjoy most. But then I thought I would rather check out who else was there before deciding about it and replied that I would eventually be interested in either of those options, but would prefer to be able to decide after my arrival. The reply was again rather immediate, telling me that it would be no problem to check the facilities first and book one of the arrangements as wanted then.

I was looking forward, being curious, a little excited also, life at the moment existed mainly of work, eat, sleep and nothing else, so some time off there would be just what I needed. The days passed as usual, nothing exciting happening, too busy with the quirks of the daily work life, but finally the last workday was there, ending already at noon, and my trip back home went with a big smile on my face. I had already packed some essentials, a few fetish clothes, a few favorite toys, the usual necessities for a travel, I was ready to go. at first I wanted to take a flight, but they recommended, in case one had enough time at hands - to use a train instead, the train station was far, but pickup would be arranged, but they sugg4ested the surroundings during the trip would be fabulous to see. It was indeed a fantastic scenario around once we hit the first eastern country, before it was rather boring, but here it was indeed all as if time had stopped a while ago. Even though it was an almost 8 hour’s ride to this Eastern Europe country, I still enjoyed it. I know there are plenty still rural places around and hoped to find that hotel being just one of those, adding to the general experience then for sure also.

When the train arrived and I left the station, I easily found the shuttle, largely printed name of that hotel on its side, the driver standing next to it waiting for guests. I went up to him, a guy in his end twenties I thought, typical eastern European looks, well defined under his t-shirt, wearing some camouflage pants and boots. I told him my name and that I had a reservation in the hotel, asking if others were to arrive also, but he told me that I was the only one today arriving, so we would not have to wait for anyone else.

He offered to take my suitcase and placed it in the back of the van, asking then if I had also booked arrangements for the transport or not. I did not even know of those and said I did not yet book any extras so far. He smiled and said I should just take a seat inside then, unless I would be interested in anything I see then. It would be approximately 1,5 hours driving to the hotel. I stepped into the van and noticed in its back a few metal containers, a few shackles and chains lying openly also. The driver took off and we soon were on some generic small roads away from the village with the station. I could see that there was not too much population around, the occasional farm, occasional smaller village in the far, for the rest a still beautiful, untouched nature. I was sure I would enjoy the time here, away from the stress of work and the big city I live in. I asked the driver then what actually was inside those containers in the back, he laughed and told me then that they held various items that could be used to make the guests ride to the hotel special, mailbags, sleep sacks, hoods, shackles and so on. My dick responded to it and I thought why not, asking the driver if I could still opt for something now also, he again laughed and told me it would not be a problem at all, anything for the guests. Then he pulled over off the main road into a smaller road and stopped the van.

He asked me to come to the back and he would show me some options. He opened the containers and I could find as he mentioned a few different bags, some lighter cuffs and heavier shackles, several different rubber and leather hoods, a few gags, duct tape, ropes and chains. One rubber item caught my attention also and I pointed at it, asking what it was, when he took it out and unfolded, it turned out to be one of those hogtie rubber bags. When I told him that I would certainly enjoy this for the travel, he grinned widely and nodded, asking if that would be all or if he could add to it, offering to additionally stuff me then inside the large mailbag he took out of the container, it would then be suspended to the vans top for the travel also. My dick answered that question right away and I agreed to that also.

He told me that I would have to strip naturally then, so I did while he laid out the hog sack on the bottom of the van. since I never was inside one he assisted me, telling me how to lay on my front, crossing my arms on my front, then he helped my head into the attached hood, making sure the tube gag is seated well, helped my legs in the right position as well before zipping it shut, already confining me nicely into it. Then he started using a strap harness on top of it, straps restricting my bent legs, around the waste, below my crossed arms, over the crossed arms as well. with the harness in place, movement was rather heavy restricted now, my dick however was trying to get up, only held back by the rubber of the hog sack, I thought that the guy definitely must see that and felt slightly embarrassed, then again they do that regular, I was sure it was simply normal to him to see that. He ensured that I was breathing well, asking me if I was alright, the gag not allowing speaking well I grunts some yes into it. then he started pulling that mail sack over me, starting at the bottom, shifting me around as needed to be able to finally get it completely over my hog sacked body. Once that was done I felt him close the top of that sack and shortly after I felt being lifted up. He was now pulling the sack up on a hook in the top of that van until I was swinging freely inside the two sacks now. After that I heard him pack up the containers again and with a 'have a nice trip' he closed the back of the van, shortly after we moved again.

It was weird, not seeing anything, confined rather tight, swinging around in the air, every corner, every street bump, every turn, I was kept constantly in move, at some point getting a bit dizzy even, but my dick definitely confirmed the fun it was. He stopped twice shortly, one of the stops I heard him talk to someone also, and then the ride continued again. 1,5 hours are long when you do not see anything, but finally the van stopped again and we had arrived. I had expected to hear the back opened immediately, but instead for about ten minutes nothing happened, at first I thought we still had not arrived, but finally the back opened and I heard at least two guys talk in a foreign language, laughing also in between. The sack was lowered off the hook then, but instead of being released, they two carried the sack with me inside out of the van. by the change of the sounds I could guess we entered a building and a short while of being carried later the bag was put down again, but again instead of being released, it was once again lifted up, this time by an electric winch as I heard, and definitely - at least I felt like it - several feet off the ground now. I thought about asking what happened, but being gagged made that difficult, and I still enjoyed my confinement also, so I thought to just wait it out and see what comes.

I must have been left there for at least an hour, slowly thinking about being time to get out and check the hotel and facilities, when the sack finally was taken down again, and then I felt it being opened also. There were again at least two persons, talking to each other without me understanding a thing of course, getting me out of that mail sack first. Then I lay on the floor, still confined in the rubber hog sack. Then I heard a voice in English talking to me. he told me he is the manager of the hotel and he was sorry to tell me that they made a mistake, they had completely overbooked their rooms, but since I had chosen for this kind of transport, they would make sure I still could enjoy my stay, just that I would not have to choose any extras, instead they had already arranged everything for my stay here. I wanted to protest, still gagged inside the hog sack, but before I could grunt much into the gag, I smelled already something strange, and seconds after I passed out.

When I came to again I was a bit disoriented at first, I opened my eyes, but found out it was rather dark around me, it took some time to adjust to be able to see at least a little. I tried to call for someone but found my mouth still gagged, able to still breathe through it, but unable to make anything but slight grunting noises. I smelled and felt rubber all around me and trying to move I found myself inside a heavy rubber straitjacket, any attempts to move my arms were futile, I also realized that my head was covered in a rubber hood, eyes and nose with holed, and the mouth hole of course stuffed with the gag. I was on a bench and tried to get up, the moment I moved my legs I head the chains rattle, looking down then I found my feet in knee-high heavy rubber boots, stuck inside them as some heavy shackles were forced over them, connected with a short chain between them. With those shackles on, pushing off the boots was not possible. once I manages to sit up I noticed my ass hurting also, I had been plugged obviously and looking down, I realized I was wearing one of those chastity shorts, also made of heavy rubber and confining my dick well, a dick that strange enough tried to get hard not that I realized the gear I was locked in. however when my dick started growing, I immediately felt the pain, inside a pouch was added with tiny spikes all over, anytime I get hard they would cause instant pain, grunting and moaning into the gag from that pain I managed to get soft, part from the pain, part from trying to concentrate on something meaningless.

I looked around then, inspecting the situation. I was in a small room, just about 6 by 6 foot, the bench inside, some hooks and rings embedded into the obviously concrete walls, a steel prison toilet in the corner, no window, a heavy steel door with just a small barred window inside, a tiny bit light coming from there allowing me to see at least a little in this dark here. I got up and shoveled towards that tiny window in the door, stretching myself I could look out there, but just a dim lighted hallway was visible, showing me two other doors like mine on the opposite. I tried shouting for someone, but again, just a little grunting was possible. I did not even know if anyone was out there to hear me. But when waiting for some response I could hear a few more grunts from out there, obviously there were others in the same or similar situation - maybe opposite in one of those cells, maybe there were other cells in that are also.

There was nothing I could do, so I got back to the bench and sat down there, waiting, staring holes in the air ... thinking that I had not planned it, yet I seem to enjoy the moment, I wondered what else there was, what else I could try and do later then ...

Suddenly it got bright in the room; I noticed a small open bulb at the ceiling now lit and shortly after the door to my cell was unlocked and opened. I got up immediately, wanting to grunt my way to ask eventually about the situation I was in, but the moment I tried shoveling towards the man entering the cell, I felt pain, incredible pain in my groin and in my butt. It was obvious that a tens unit had been hidden connected to either end. I sat, forcibly, down again immediately and the pain stopped.

I looked to the man that entered, without the hood he might have seen my questioning but also a little angry expression, but I doubt he recognized it now. He was a man in his mid-30s I thought, tall, well defined, wearing a full army camouflage that I did not recognize, obviously here from the local army, some insignia on the shoulders that obviously I also could not assign to any ranks. He grinned at me and told me that I did well to sit down again; I should remember what happened, as that was the usual reaction when I did anything that was not permitted. He then continued that he was the manager who talked with me at my arrival and would want to explain the situation now.

He again apologized for the overbooking but added that he was sure the arrangements they chose for me would suit also, given that method of transport I had chosen to begin with. For the duration, I was to be a work slave and pleasure slave in the hotel. aside of me there were 4 other guests with the same arrangements, additionally they had two staff slaves with the same function, those staff slaves however would rank above any guests and be allowed to command other slaves at any time also. he added that I had already seen here my accommodation for the stay, each night between midnight and 7am I would be kept in the cell, either with or without added restraints, depending on my behave during daytime.

My tasks would be laid to me each morning after breakfast, breakfast was to be taken in the slaves’ common room down here in the cellblock, and same for the dinner, there was no food in between, only water in regular times throughout the day. The daytime will be spent with tasks and chores around the hotel itself, the guest rooms, the facilities in the hotel and in the dungeons and when required also in the areas around the hotel. The evening’s slaves are available for any of the guests to use freely. The chastity would stay on permanent; the shorts had a zip on the back in case a guest wanted to use a slave’s hole. Any orders and commands would be given in English, so understanding will not be a problem; however the tens will control any resistance, any disobedience, any lack of effort, and any hesitation. Rules and commands are to be followed to the letter at all times.

I wanted to grunt a protest, as I had planned it differently, but the moment I tried, the tens went off again, silencing me immediately again. The manager then just added, speaking is strictly forbidden for the entire duration of the stay, I would later be fitted with a device to ensure that at all times. Then he went out of the door and immediately another guy entered, also in full uniform, different insignias on his shoulder and I could recognize a rather thick steel collar on his neck, I assumed that was one of the mentioned staff slaves then. he told me to get up and I better did as told I thought, then he ordered to follow him I shoveled in my chained feet after him as good as I could, walking down that hall, I could make out at least ten of those steel doors, we stopped at 4 of the cells and out of each came another obviously guest slaves. one of them in a similar outfit as I was, two without restraints, but wearing a hood like I did, a gag, the same chastity shorts, rubber boots and a large collar on their neck. I could see it being locked on and holding a device on the side, I now knew what he meant before, it was one of those dog training collars, and I assumed they act upon voice then. the last one came out of his cell, dressed in a full protection suit, gas masked, probably gagged underneath too, hands cuffed on to a belly chain, legs in heavy shackles over the suits attached boots also.

We went into that mentioned common room together, where the staff slave ordered us to sit at the single large table there, plated for four people, a large cup of tea steaming, plenty bread, butter, jam. That was breakfast then. The staff slave then assisted the fully packed protection suit slave, taking off the hooded top sealing around the gasmask, and taking off that gasmask then also, as I guessed there was a gag under all of that too. The gag was also removed and so were all of the other gags, not without mentioning that a single word of one of us will punish all of us immediately. I being the new one I was not yet prepared and not yet to be trusted, so the straitjacket stayed on, the slave next to me was ordered to feed me instead.

Silently we then took the breakfast, strange to be fed; however we managed to actually get a good deal of breakfast in our stomach. When we finished, the staff slave packed up the guy in the protection suit again, added the gags to the rest of us, ordering one of the 'free' slaves to clean up and ordering the rest of us to follow. back in the hallway another guy like this staff slave already waited, taking the other two slaves with him then, leaving the hall through yet another heavy steel door, while I was to follow to the other end of the hallway, we entered a room there then, a chair, a bench, several closets. He told me to stand in the middle and then took off the gag again, followed by taking off the rubber hood also. A fresh breeze around my skin was welcome for sure. I did actually feel the need to piss and wondered ... so I asked the staff slave what the arrangement was on that. He immediately pushed a remote and I sank down in pain, telling me that I was not permitted to speak, ever. I looked at him then with a questioning face, he grinned and told me that usually during night time I was allowed to empty myself in the toilet there, during daytime taking a shit was not an option while plugged and if I needed to piss, I would just have to let it run, as the shorts would not be unlocked either, however obviously slaves were to clean up the mess they create and get punished also for failing to keep it to the allowed cell time use.

I decided to better hold it then, at least try, not knowing what would be if I did let it run right here now. He turned back to one of the closets and came back with a collar in his hands, the slave I had seen on the other slaves already. He placed it on my neck and made sure it sits tight enough before locking it. He then handled the attached unit and after a beeping sound he came to my front again, he said that it is active now and set to react on my voice, not the actual sound around, but the vibrations created by me making any form of vocal noises. I could try it, but he warned me that the unit is set high to prevent even the attempt of speaking for sure. I could not help and made some grunting noise of disapproval, but he was right, hard pain immediately went off the collar, forcing me on my knees immediately. I wondered if actual speaking would make it worse or if that was one setting for any form of noise, but the current shocks are definitely enough to not attempt anything like that.

He then started undoing the straps of the straitjacket, telling me during it that I am under both, voice and behave control now, so the jacket would no longer be required to ensure my best behave and obedience. thinking of both, the tens in ass and dick as well as the neck, having felt all of those today already made certain of that indeed, I would not want either of them go off again at any time, so I was effectively under control completely, not able to speak, complain, shout, call, not able to do anything he or anyone else with a remote would not approve, strange enough however, my dick responded on those thoughts, such effective control of another ... but the pins inside the pouch of course did their work also, I slightly bent my knees, attempting to moan from the pain, but remembering just in time that the collar would go off then, biting my lips to keep silent instead.

I stood now like the tow other, shorts, collar, boots in shackles, and when he placed the gag back, another item to make me identical also. He then winked me to follow, going back out the hall and also leaving it through the door the others had left before. A stairway took us up one floor, and when we left that building then there I realized the cells were below ground, a good place I thought to myself. I saw a rather big square, behind us a small building we just left, rather some small guard house, lot smaller than the area underneath it. The staff slave explained that he and his brother are sleeping there; around the square I saw several large buildings. The staff slave pointed at each, explaining what they were. The main building for the guest, the building to the manager and the other staff, the party building with restaurant and bar also and two large dungeon buildings. the facility used to be an old army base before it was closed, a rich guy bought it and rebuilt it to the current hotel and after some time filling it with the right staff and getting continuously guests to fill the rooms was established, ever since then it runs very well, often booked out also.

We continued to the main building with the guest rooms and entered it. once inside I was shown the facilities, where to find the cleaning materials, the trolley, the sheets, anything needed to take care of all the guest rooms and then ordered to start at the top and work my way through all rooms and hallways, making sure to leave them spotless, I was given a total of 4 hours for it and to report back down here in the storage room again. He also told me that every room, every house, the square and the entire facility with its surrounding ground was wired with those hidden electric fences. My ability to move was at the moment restricted to this building, attempting to leave would set off the tens, all of them. I would be told each time what limitations were set and better was to obey those if I wanted to avoid the pain. Over 4 hours the settings would be automatically switched, limiting my movable area to this storage room only, so if I was not here in time, I would feel that. Then he sent me off to get started.

I definitely had not planned to work in my holidays, but as I realized earlier, I was not given any choices, I could just sit somewhere waiting, but I was sure not doing the job as ordered would have harsh consequences either and I was in no position to avoid any consequences they might apply. So I started as told. at the begin very slow working my way through the first room, not being a big mess, but still to make sure every spot is taken care of, beds made, shower cleaned, etc. etc., it took its time, the hallways had to be done also, and not having a clock to look at I thought I better keep busy. Room after room, hall after hall I got faster, but since I did not know the past time, I kept going. When I finally finished I made my way back to that storage room as ordered. I was just about ten meters away from it when all tens fired up. I immediately cramped down in pain, moaned into the gag, which added extra shocks to the collar and when I finally thought strait during the pain crawled quickly to the storage room. The moment I arrived all tens stopped immediately, but I was exhausted from the pain cause those few, well 30 or 40 seconds it took to get here. He did not joke when telling me to be here in time, I will have to remember, get fast in the work...

I stood there for almost half an hour alone though, I saw a few guests pass by in the far, some of them looked great, I thought about having fun with them, but as it looks, that was not an option at this time for sure. Finally the staff slave came back. He pushed a button on a remote and then told me to follow him. he deactivated the limitations obviously and we went through the building room by room, he checked my work, and every now and then I was shocked by the tens, each time he pointed at a spot, something I had not done right, had forgotten, had to do over again. When he finished the inspection, he said that I would be assigned the same task now every day but if I failed again, punishment was due. Then we went into another building and there into the basement. In one of the rooms then I found washing machines and dryers and a huge amount of laundry on the floor. He told me it was the daily changed laundry of all buildings and my task was to get them washed, dried, ironed and stapled proper on the trolley in the corner. he then lead me in front of the machines and attached a chain around my neck, a chain that was connected to a hook in the rather high ceiling, allowing me to only stand and move in the limited area needed to perform this task. Then he left.

Looking at the amount I thought that it would take hours to get through with it, even though there were multiple machines of each, but the time it takes to be done adds up, and I would have nowhere to go and nothing to do but stay put here for this task. So I started ...the hours passed and slowly the amount of laundry was getting done and ended up folded on the trolley. When I finally finished the last sheet one of the staff slaves already entered, looking at the finished pile and then unhooked me from that chain, telling me to follow.

We went back to the cells, where I met the others again in the common room, dinner time ....simple basic food, but after a day without anything it was welcome and it filled the stomach. The one slave in his full protection suit was still the same, helped out of the mask for the meal, and placed back right after again. After dinner one cleaned up again, one was ordered to get to the dressing room to meet the other staff slave, the guy in protection was lead back into his cell and I was told to wait and watch. once inside the cell, the guy was in his full outfit placed into a thick rubber sleepsack, made to fit over the bulk of the protection suit and attached boots, only his gas masked head at the end sticking out, then the bench was lifted up revealing an empty box underneath, he was placed inside, the gasmask connected with a tube to a hole in the wall and then the bench was closed down and locked. The staff slave told me he was sentenced to 4 days like that, in the suit and in the box when not working, as he did not perform well in his given tasks earlier. Then we left the cell and he locked it.

We then went on back outside again and into one of the declared dungeon buildings. When we entered I could see in the entrance hall several glass vitrines. 5 of them on each side of the hallway, one side already filled with one salve each. they were all alike, the bottom of the vitrines had wooden stocks, keeping the feet locked slightly apart in place, on th4e top of each was a large ring embedded, each slave was locked into thick mitts, the pair connected with a lock and hooked on to that ring so that the hands were high above the head. each slave was wearing a locked on full rubber hood, no eyes, just nose and mouth holes, each mouth was stuffed with a gag also. we went to the furthest one to the other side then, the staff slave then ordered me to put each of my hands in one of the mitts he grabbed out of the still empty vitrine, locked them on, then used also a rubber hood to put me into complete darkness again, the mandatory gag was added too then before he guided me backwards into the vitrine, legs adjusted to the still half open foot stocks before closing them and then finally anchoring my mitted hands with the lock on to the ring on the top. I had to stretch a little to get there even. Then he closed the vitrines door, not before telling me that slaves are for free use to any guest during each evening guest may pick freely whoever they enjoy. Then he left again leaving me in my place with the other 'toys' on display.

Even though just simply restrained, I could not actually move much at all, and gagged in the darkness I did also of course no longer know what happened around. I imagined who the other slaves might be, two of them I must have known from the breakfast and dinner, the third from there was securely locked up and stirring in his sweat, and of course there were still vitrines empty, I wondered if they were filled too or if the six of us were all at the moment. however nothing happened for quite some time, I did hear some times voices in the hall, talking again in a foreign language, so I could not know what was said, maybe they eyes the toys, maybe the one or other was taken already for amusement, I would never know.

I drifted away a little, doing nothing but stand and stare into darkness makes you forget sometimes where you are. Suddenly my hands were taken off the ring on top, I had missed that someone must have opened the vitrine, my legs were also released and I was taken out of it. Hands grabbed me on the shoulder and lead me away from the hall. I did not see so could just trust the lead of that hand. After some walking, entering some other room (or rooms) I heard in the back some music, more voices also from some places. Not knowing where we were makes the mind imagine how the surroundings look like, who knows if I was anywhere close to the reality...

Finally the hand on my shoulder had me stop and I felt two more hands on me, together they lead me a little forward, bending me until my upper body was laying on some padded underground, each leg was then placed up on its own place, also padded and I felt them immediately restrained with several straps in place, also my upper body was restrained on to its place, both arms were then also lead in place and strapped tight. From my position I could recognize I was strapped into some sort of fuck bench, on all fours more or less, yet in the right height and position for the fun of others. the gag was then removed and a harness was then added over my rubbered head and once it was buckled up proper, I felt a tug, a piece of rope was added to a ring on its top and tied to one of the straps over my lower back holding me in place. The tug forced my head up and backward until I could no longer pull it forward into normal position, additionally it caused my mouth to stay half open already too. The next I felt was the zip of the chastity shorts being opened at the back and the still inserted electro plug was removed. I was completely immobilized and mouth and ass completely helpless exposed for abuse as I realized mow, so I realized what was to come obviously soon. Someone spoke probably to me, as it was close to my ears, but again I had no idea what he said as I did not understand the language he spoke in. then nothing happened for some time.

I must have been left unattended for 20 maybe 30 minutes I guessed, the unnatural position of my head did not do good to that either, but without warning then I felt the pain, a dick had been rammed into my still lubed ass and someone was starting to fuck me. I tried to imagine the person that belonged to the dick I believed to feel, it must be massive I thought, then again being so abrupt forced into my butt could also mean the regular size just painfully ripping me apart. He definitely was horny, fucking like a bull, hard and long thrusts, he stopped once for a moment, I could feel his dick still pulsing while fully inside my butt, then he continued his fuck. He did that a few times, it started feeling like an endless fuck and I tried focusing on it, tried to figure how close he may be, when all over sudden my mouth was intruded by another dick, thrusting in and out, making me partially gag, keeping on fucking my mouth just like the other fucked my arse. I could taste the rubber of the condom he had on, luckily I though they do care about safety, hoping of course that whoever worked my ass did the same. While the man on my back still kept going, the one in my front seemed done, I could actually feel the condom fill with warm sperm before he retreated it, pulled his condom off and threw it on my back. w while later finally the guy behind me came also, I could hear him moans and almost screams at the end, and just like the first one, once he finished he pulled off the condom which he luckily also had on and threw it on my back. I had some short breaks of nothing happening, but the coming hours my ass and mouth were mostly in use, I could tell some differences of course in size and the way they fucked, so definitely a bunch of men was present using this free fuck tool strapped down on the bench. I counted at the begin, but at some point lost that count, when obviously several men were around and one after the other switched places, continuously abusing both of my ends. I cannot be certain, but am sure I had at least 15 dicks in my ass and probably the same in my mouth, if they were the same or different people I could not tell, but when the time came that I got released from that bench I was exhausted, finished with everything and wanted to just end that day, hell even end the holidays.

Still hooded and back gagged again (the gag feeling pretty small now after all those dicks in my mouth), the zip on the back of the shorts still open, I was then lead away again, once outside of the building the hood was removed and I could see again, though it was totally dark already. One of the staff slaves was with me and now was leading me back to the cell building, down into the cellblock and back into my initial cell. My hands were still locked into the mitts; he ordered to put them on my back and locked then together. the heavy shackles went back over the still rubbered feet and he told me then that the back of the shorts will remain open, if need be I could use that small toilet during my night rest, then he left and the lights turned off, leaving me stand gagged, in my chastity with open ass and shackled, hands on my back, standing in the small cell, thinking badly about myself and the abuse of the past few hours. It was not what I signed up for, but I had been forced into it. I could not do anything anyway so felt my way towards the bench, got on it and actually fell asleep rather quick.

The lights turning on woke me up; hearing also noises from out in the hall. I had a bit trouble getting up without free hands but managed and then felt the need to use that toilet, better now, later there will not be time I thought. I was just finishing the troubles of wiping my ass with the locked mitted hands when the door was unlocked and opened. One of the staff slaves entered and ordered me to turn around and bend forward. Immediately that plug was inserted and connected again and the zip finally closed on the shorts. Then he made me kneel down and before I knew, his hard dick was shoved into my mouth. He fucked my mouth hard again, speaking again in foreign language, maybe to me, maybe to himself, but holding my head tight with his hands he kept fucking until he finally withdrew his dick and came all over my chest. then he just stuffed his dick back into his pants and told me to get used to it, for him and his brother we are every day the ones to relief themself with, and after the last night I was certainly trained to take dicks. Then he ordered me up, his spunk still running down on my chest we went to the common room where breakfast waited again. I could see the others sit already there, he unlocked my hands and took off the mitts and allowed me then to join them.

The same basic breakfast as the day before, but after such day it tastes even better and was also giving the needed strength back again. once we were finished, the guy in his full protection suit had also again been there, one again cleaned up and the others were taken to their duties, just like I was, back to the main building and the storage room, a short mention of '4 hours slave' and pointing to the trolley with all tools before the staff slave left, I knew what to do. Having done it the day before I knew better now and things went not only faster off my hands, also I did remember the spots I missed the day before and paid extra attention, and once I was finished and back to the storage room, I this time seem to have managed to be in time, as no shocks were applied. I waited there then for quite some time, either I was so early or the staff slave was late, but finally he came, again the button on the remote and again the inspection. Unfortunately he again found mistakes I made, each followed by a shock in my balls and ass, forcing me to bite the gag, not to set off the collar also by moaning into the gag. without any further words we went to the next task, just like the day before, attached to the chain working the laundry again, but the staff slave then said that for again having failed on the first task, the tens will run on random for the duration, he pushed a button again and immediately the first shocks were felt in my ass. During the task now the shocks varied, in intensity, in duration, in location, front, back and even collar were obviously linked somehow together. Some of those shocks made keeping the work rather difficult, other were merely tingling.

When the staff slave came back I was not yet finished, still ironing the last few sheets. While he waited and watched me he told me I failed again, not being in time, so I needed obviously harsher punishments, so he would report this to the manager and have him decide. I should hurry now. When I finished finally it was all back to the cellblock again, the dinner again and I assumed that the evening would again be spent as the evening before, stored on display until one of the guests has interest. however when we entered that hallway in the dungeon building, already 8 of the ten vitrines were filled with slaves waiting, mittens were again locked on, the hood again placed over my head, but instead of being placed in one of the remaining two however we went directly into the rooms and in no time I ended up strapped on to the very same bench as the evening before, the staff slave telling me that some guests had requested the slave of the evening before to be right here again, so my evening was already decided.

The evening went just like the one before, I did not count how many dicks abused mouth and butt, but I was glad when I finally was taken off the bench and lead back to the cell again. once there I was told to use the toilet if I needed, as I would not have another opportunity later the night or morning, I indeed needed and used it, with the plug in place and the shorts zipped I was then ordered on to the bench on my front, the hands again locked in their mitts on the back but then the chained ankles bent towards my butt and tightly attached with the locked mittens also, little material, effective hogtie. The staff slave then told me it was part of the punishment the manager had ordered. He then pushed a few buttons on his remote and shortly after the tens started, rather intense setting and again random shocks, I was to spend the night like that.

I did of course not sleep well that night, anytime I dozen half away some shocks brought me back awake. But I must have gotten at least some sleep. When the lights turned on and the door was unlocked again I was immediately released from the hogtie, the tens switched off and without delay it was back to the breakfast. the other three sat already there and after I took my place, four more arrived, some in straitjacket as I had been the first day, some almost free as the others, still the one slave in his full protection was also present. I wondered how he felt, how he dealt with being enclosed almost permanent inside it, but getting the breakfast was more important, time was limited and I certainly needed it for the day, another day with the same tasks I thought, boring, yet unavoidable to me.

When we finished the same procedure as usual, one cleaning up, the rest lead towards their duties, whichever they were as I had no idea where the others were doing tasks, I was usually alone in my building for my tasks. However I was this time not lead towards that building, instead I was taken to the dressing room in the basement first. Once we were there I saw also the guy in his protection suit, he was just unlocked from the belly chain, the leg shackles removed and helped to get out of that suit, obviously his punishment was served. I was told to stand against the wall, nose touching it and not move until called. Both staff slaves helped the other guy out of his misery and he was then allowed in a shower before being stuffed out as the rest, tens hooked, in chastity short, rubber boots, his collar and the gag. He then was taken by one of the staff slaves out of the room.

The other then called me over and when I stood in front of him, he had me turn over and bend, opened the zip of the shorts and removed the plug. Then he grabbed 4 (!) thick diapers and started putting them on me, over the still open and locked on chastity shorts, I ended up with a bulk around my midst, a humiliating feeling, a strange feeling with the rather extreme thickness between my legs also. next then he produced a large thick rubber short and had me step into it, pulling it up and once in place over the layers of diapers it actually fitted tight, keeping those in place and most likely sealing anything inside that would eventually come.

Now he removed my leg shackles and ordered me out of the rubber boots also. I already guessed what was to come and did not at all like it, but speaking up was no option, neither was resistance. From the pile of clothing on the floor, the ones the other slave had been locked into the past days, he took first a pair of arm long rubber gloves. He turned then and then helped my first hand into them, they were still damp from the guy before, sweat from the past days, and I could smell it too. The same for the other hand and both arms were rubbered up to the pits. then he grabbed a long sleeved rubber shirt from that pile and helped me into it, not too easy either as it also was still rather damp from the previous use. But once it was in place the next item went on. some rubber tights, no socks attached, looking rather thick however, he had me sit while helping me into those, quite some work, again still damp, even seeing some of the sweat drops run out of it still, but finally he managed to have them on and pulled up over the already rubbered bulk of diapers. Now the big part followed the protection suit. it had and entry on its backside, a zip from shoulder to shoulder, I still sat and my legs went inside, it was even wet inside, I knew there was at least sweat of a few days, maybe who knows some piss also mixed with it, I would not know. Once my feet were in the attached boots I also felt some bits of fluids still down there. It was pulled up then; my arms went into the sleeves and into the attached heavy gloves also before the top hood was pulled over my head, the head sticking out of it now. Then he zipped the back shut. When he added the gasmask, I could smell the sweat, old sweat, definitely not a good smell. Once in place the hood part of the suit was pulled over it and adjusted, finally sealing me completely into the suit. The obligatory belly chain with cuffs followed by the leg shackles finished it then. The staff slave then just said: 4 days!, and then ordered me to follow him....

Walking felt weird with the thickness between my legs, but as well of course the completely being sealed into the heavy rubber added to that. for me it was back to my regular duties from the days before, and even though I tried paying attention even more than before, in this new outfit and with the chained hands it was clear I would eventually fail. not being able to move as freely as required, but also the limited vision through the gasmask, the lenses from the dampening sweat inside the layers getting more and more blurry, it was clear I would give reasons to be further punished, no matter if it was my fault or the given circumstances made failing almost mandatory. The comments of the staff slave confirmed it after my tasks.

After the meal of the evening, it was fully enclosed as I was not back to the cell, but immediately into the party building, passing the stalls with already a few boys standing inside into another room, some sort of socializing room, a few benches and couches, tables, chairs, mild lightning, background music, obviously a room to chill in between the actions. I was stood in front of one of those padded benches, when the staff slave opened it, it turned out to be hollow, and a box basically, thickly padded inside and enough straps to see to ensure immobility of whoever is placed inside. I was helped inside that box then, strapped immediately and quickly into it, a tube was connected to the gasmask and without further talking the lid was closed and locked. It turned out to be rather soundproof also; I was immobilized, sealed in heavy rubber head to toe and isolated from anything around me. As I found out, I stayed all night in there until it was time for breakfast, not having noticed anything happening during all that time, whatever went on outside of that hollow bench was not even heard by me.

The coming days went exactly identical, food in the morning, work in the day, evening and night strapped into that bench, only change was the amount of sweat in my rubber and naturally ... filling those diapers, whether I wanted or not, it was inevitable as nothing of my outfit was removed during all the time with the exception of the gasmask during meal times. I counted the days of course, and when I was placed into the inside of that bench at the end of my 4th day, I looked forward to get out of it all the next morning, 4 days he said, and I now knew what the guy felt who had been convicted to the same treatment before me.

However the next day after breakfast, instead of the expected turn into the dressing room, it went right back to the daily tasks, the ones that despite my efforts I always failed, just tiny bits I missed, just minutes I failed in the time requirements, but still I failed. I was hoping to hear from one of the staff slaves attending to me before/after each task why I was still kept sealed up like that, but none of them said anything but commenting my failures. three more days passed, an entire week sealed up, exhausted, feeling sick and tired, I almost had given up on expecting a change, when finally we turned after breakfast into the dressing room, finally I was released and helped out of my misery, and just like the prisoner before allowed to take my long shower. And exactly as the week before, another victim was kept waiting with his nose on the wall, the poor guy would have to suffer the same treatment right after me...

I took my time for that shower, feeling more than just dirty, but enjoying also the water just pouring over my skin, after such long time of being completely sealed it was heaven. when I returned finally I could just the that poor boy that had been waiting being lead out of the room, looking exactly as I did that past week, I wondered how long he was condemned into it, I would see at the daily breakfast only, when his face was uncovered was the only time we could recognize who was inside that punishment outfit.

I did not know what was waiting for me but quickly found out. I was to stand with legs spread while the staff slaves started applying a new chastity device, all steel, looking like a tight pair of briefs actually, but first electrodes were attached to my dick and my balls, the wired lead through some rubbery mold, in this mold also my dick and balls disappeared, tight fitting, not leaving much room to expand later. Then the front part of those steel briefs was adjusted over that mold before the back half was fitted and both parts snapped shut. I did not see padlocks, so the locking mechanism was embedded into that steel already. that steel belt was sitting tight on my body now, and after they adjusted it in place I was asked to move a bit, walk a few steps, bend back and forth, see if it was not causing any issues, and as tight as it felt, it seemed to fit proper to not cause issues indeed, so I confirmed with a nod that it was alright.

I was then ordered to bend forwards to be followed by feeling a cold metal inserted into my butt, a plug of course, also wired up and once it settled in place, I could hear a snap sound; a plate on the back was locked on sealing that plug in its place. the wires from front and back were now hanging out at the top of the back part of that steel belt, they took another steel part, looking like some sort of slim long box, slightly bent however and I realized it was to fit on the backside of that belt, mounting on top of it, the wires were lead inside and connected before it was snapped shut also and once it was mounted in place , I was told that it contained the battery pack, the control unit and the remote receiving unit, all of which was locked and sealed, impossible to even attempt to get it off or disconnect anything. one of the staff slaves then showed me a small remote and pushed a few buttons, each of them letting me feel immediately, dick, balls and ass were all under the control of that device, he demonstrated the slight tingling, but as well the punishment, which made me cramp down and almost fall when he applied it. I was sure failing would have that sort consequences while I was locked inside it, so I better kept focus on their rules and orders.

Then they produce from one of the boxes in the room a large pile of leather. at first I thought part of that was a straitjacket maybe, but I was wrong, when they unfolded the parts I realized it was one of those bondage suits, a leather suit with tons of laces, so that once it is put on it could be not just tightened on to the body but as well laced together to create one large piece tight on the victim’s body. I was first helped into the pants, with the loose lacing it was not difficult to get inside. Then the upper part followed, also still rather loose. I expected them to start tightening the lacing now, but instead one of them grabbed a whole bunch of flat long metal kind of bars. I was ordered to stand straight and then they started inserting one after the other into the leather. What I had not noticed was the prepared slits inside that leather, each able to fit one of those long metal bars. Starting with the pants, one inserted on the left half of the back of each leg, one on the right half, one on inside and outside of the legs, and also on the front side two of them inserted. They disappeared inside the leather completely; just the slight bulging where they were inserted showed them being present. then they started the lacing up of those pants, with each tug getting tighter and tighter around my lower body and naturally tightening that unforgiving metal also, when they had finished, I had a second skin of leather from waste to ankles, not just stiff from the tight lacing, but kept straight by the metal also, metal going from ankles to top of the thighs on each leg now.

Shorter metal pieces now followed, inserted into the top leather part, three on the front, three on the back, and one each on the sides, additional four around each arm. Once they were all in place, the lacing started again, making the top part as tight as the bottom part, and again each tug limited my freedom even more. when they had finished it, the two parts were also now laced together, creating a one piece leather skin around my body, from the collar on the top part down to my ankles, only head, hands and feet uncovered now. I was thinking what use they planned for me in this outfit, limiting my movements so extreme, but then they already continued.

Leather gloves were fitted on each hand, matching the suit, fitting about 3 inches over the end of the leather sleeve I already was wearing and only then I noticed the small half d-rings attached to that sleeve, fitting exactly into matching holes on the gloves, once put in place a leather strap was lead through them, all around my wrist, and with a small padlock sealed on to it. Only now I noticed even more rings on that suit, prepared to hold either locks or straps probably. They did not stop however, a pair of boots followed. Unusual boots however, as they seemed to be made for that suit also, the lacing of the boots not in the front, but on the outside, making it also easy to slip in while still unlaced... the tricky part of course now was getting into those, I was told to lift one leg and attempted it, but the stiffness of the tightly laced leather and the added metal made that almost impossible, only with lots effort and the help of the other staff slave I was able to lift my leg without falling and the first boot went on my bare feet. the same happened with the second, both boots on my feet, tall enough to reach almost my knees, both then immediately started lacing them tight on to my legs, and just like the gloves, the top ends of the boots were attached to the leather of the pants with a strap.

A hood followed now also, the eyes were sealed with somewhat darkened lenses, still able to see, but no longer clear, even though the room was rather bright, in darker areas I would most likely be blind. Nose holes and mouth hole were also in that hood. It matched the suit also, once over my head it was laced tight and the neck part sealed on to the collar part of the suit, the same way as the gloves locked on with a strap then. A pretty wide large gag followed, inserted into my mouth, strapped on to the buckles on the hood and naturally also padlocked in place then. I stood now head to toe in leather, underneath wired up inside a steel chastity brief and kept rather stiff by the lacing and the steel bones inside the leather. I was told to move my arms up and down - I could get them up and down and left and right, but I could no longer bend them at all, only my wrists I could bend. While they stabilized me I was told to move my legs then, the same there, I could move them back and forth or to the sides, I could bend the feet at the ankle, but I could not bend the legs themself. I was then told to bend my upper body forward, carefully trying while not losing balance I manage a little, kept by the stiffness of the laced on leather it was possible to bend a little, but not very much of course. One staff slave nodded to the other, obviously in approval of their work, which must have taken at least two hours until now. No further chains for legs or arms were added, not really necessary anyway, in my current situation running or making any fast moves was impossible already.

I was then lead out, slowly, the path inside the building with both staff slaves assisting me to left and right, but once we went outside I was told to walk on my own, and to be careful, as falling means not just pain, but also will render me impossibly helpless, getting up without assistance is not an option in my leather prison. I thought if I had to perform the usual tasks again, that was absolutely not doable, that required more ability to move my limbs, and I was right, I was not lead back to the usual building. Instead I was taken to another building, which turned out to be the official reception building, where all new guests would arrive or checking out guests leave from. I was stood in front of the entrance door with my back towards the door and then one of the staff slaves handled the remote of an electric winch. From above, prior unnoticed to me, hanging off a chain a steel bar was lowered just above my head. both immediately then started handling some chains, attaching them to rings on the upper front and back of that leather I was sealed into before slowly lifting the bar up again with the winch, just until I almost lifted off the ground, then they stopped. Another short piece of chain was attached to the top of the hood and then on to the bar above, keeping my head facing straight forward now. another steel bar was produced out of nowhere and placed behind me, at each end attached steel shackles, placing each of my wrists into one of them, with that my arms were kept slightly spread away from the body, also of course taking them to the front was also not possible anymore then. another bar followed, similar to the previous, larger shackles at its end and immediately one of my ankles went inside one of the shackles, then spreading my legs about 3 feet apart the other went inside its shackle, and while doing so I already was with my feet off the ground, already hanging in the suit on those chains from the top bar.

One of them stepped back, nodded to the other, and then the winch was activated, lifting my higher off the ground, continuing until my entire stiff spread body was just above the door frame of the entrance. Since I could not look down anymore, all I could see was the open of the area, facing actually the driveway to the whole estate. I would see people arrive or leave, but nothing else. One of the staff slaves showed in my vision then, seeing him walk away towards another building, the other took the remote and pushed a few buttons before also disappearing towards another building. not seconds later I felt the inside of my steel briefs already, at first slight tingling, changing to pulses, tingling again, waves, varying constantly, not just in the wave/pulse but also in its strength, they had set it to random and just left me, a welcome view to arriving guests ...

I spend the entire day there, luckily it was not very sunny and hot, I would have had no cover from that at all. I did see a few cars arrive; some leave, heard some comments about the nice entrance decoration, but other than that nobody paid any attention to me. it is clear that when doing nothing but hanging there, time runs very very slow, several times I wondered how long I was up here already or how long before being taken down again, but one just cannot know, loses track completely, I did try moving here and there, causing me to sometimes swing a little there above the entrance, but that was all the change I had throughout the day. When it finally turned darker I knew at least an approximate time of the day, and shortly after I was indeed taken off that place above the door.

Chains unhooked, bars unlocked, I was able to....well very limited ... move again. it was going back for some food now, however, I was naturally in this position unable to eat by myself, instead I was slowly lead into the room, kept standing next to the table where the others already were eating and some fearfully looking at me, probably fearing they might end up in the slave outfit sooner or later also. One of the other slaves was ordered to feed me after they unlocked and removed the gag. It is an even more strange feeling to be unable to eat yourself, depend on someone feeding you, but there was not really any choice...

After finishing, while some did the cleaning up and others left, probably ending in the hallway standing in their vitrines for grabbing by guests, I was lead back to the party building as well, wondering however in my current situation what I was to do there. The more I walked, the easier I adapted to the stiffness and inability to bend much parts of my body. Inside that party building I was then brought into a room behind the large bar there and immediately after I arrived, another staff slave who obviously was overseeing that part of the services started fixing a device on to me. it was basically just a large plate, a serving plate, but on each side attached two restraints, each of my wrists immediately strapped and locked into it, I practically had to hold this serving plate now, unable to let loose of it, several straps were attached to the plate also in order to attach it to the body, ending up with me standing there, holding a large serving plate in front of me. I was lead out of that backroom then towards the actual bar, and there I saw suddenly another figure just like myself, same looks, same plate strapped on, standing on one end of the bar, while I was placed on the other end, ordered to wait. I was told then that the barmen would fill the serving plate regular, my task was to walk around and allow the guests to take what they desired, also of course empty glasses or bottles would be placed on to the plate to be returned to the bar. In the center of the plate a small bowl was placed, I was told guests could order, colored chips thrown into the bowl will indicate what drinks they want, and the barmen could fill it accordingly then. a last warning not to stumble, as severe punishment would follow on that, before the staff slave disappeared again and left me in my place. Unable to speak, blurred vision, unable to bend my limbs, that was a challenge for sure and I feared the night would be long too, but then again, it was definitely better than the nights strapped on the fuck bench and the nights isolated in the hollow bench in the chill out room. Well at least I thought so...

When the first guests arrive, each of us two 'waiters' was used as needed; trays filled and sent off into the crowd. at first of course having trouble to adjust, walking stiff, not spilling, definitely not dropping anything, not stumbling, having to find the way around people, naturally they do not have to get out of the way, but us 'waiters’ were not to be in their ways. hours passed, slowly getting used to the situation, of course sweating inside the leathers, making it clench even tighter on to the skin, being thirsty myself, and getting exhausted, a lot coming together, but since I did not want that tens inside my steel briefs being activated, I did the best I could to do as ordered.

With more people coming the location filled quite a lot, I could not really anticipate any activities going on, and too much having to focus on the given task, but obviously it was a good successful evening. For us two 'waiters' of course the larger crowd meant more troubles getting through without problems, and of course, it was almost predictable, glasses and bottles fell off the tray, happening to both of us. I lost even the count on how much was broken, but the comments of the barmen were not good naturally, at some point then one of the staff slaves came to me and said that usually the tens should be used for punishments, but the last two hours of service would be done without it, but the manager was not at all pleased, he would have expected his slaves not to fail, especially after being here already for a while and knowing it will have severe consequences. While continuing the service and trying to focus on not failing even more, well you may guess - being too careful usually forces exactly what you try to prevent and while walking with another full tray of drinks I stumbled, glass breaking, a big mess, and if I could have screamed, I would have, stiff as my body was I really hurt when falling flat on my front, but even worse, as I was told I was helpless now, people around laughing on my futile attempts to get up, but I had to remain on the ground, in the wet and dirt, until finally one of the staff slaves showed up and helped me up, not even saying anything, just shaking his head a lot.

When the evening was finally over, all glasses and bottles back where they belong and the trays finally unstrapped from us, we were both lead back to the cells, however not allowed anything, instead similar to the day I spend over the entrance door, I was chained on to a bar off the ceiling and lifted off the ground about one foot. I assumed the same happened to the poor other victim sharing my faith. Without anything else the lights turned out and I was left alone, hanging in the air, still unable to move much. I tried of course, but other than causing some slight swinging there was no change to my situation. Shortly after however the tens inside the steel chastity were activated, rather strong, causing loud moans into the gag. It was again set to random, a lot stronger however as it was during daytime.

The night was spent with little sleep, lots moaning from the partially heavy pain in groin and butt area, in between the 'seconds-sleeping' that a body takes when exhausted. But the night itself turned to be rather endless. when the lights finally turned on again I was happy, hopefully getting out now, my 'holiday' was almost over anyway, and it was not really what I expected, though I do admit I did for some part enjoy the treatment.

Instead of being taken off and allowed to join the others for breakfast, only the gag was removed, and one of the staff slaves was feeding me, just to place the gag back after that immediately again. Without saying anything he left and locked the cell door again. Not sure what was to come I wondered... part of the punishment for the failing last night? Spend the day here? At least one or two hours must have passed without any attention to me before the door opened again.

In came two staff slaves and a guy I had not seen before. He looked at me, turned this suspended body around a few times, checking obviously out, before all three disappeared again. I wondered what it was, also wondered if the other boy like me received the same treatment, he should be in one of the other cells here also then.

Again at least an hour passed before the two staff slaves entered again - and this time with the manager attending also. he had a small book in his hand and read in it, nodding a few times, shaking his head a few time, finally he told the tow staff slaves: this one has failed worse than the other, so the other will get another chance, seal him in and have him on entrance door duty for the coming few weeks. This one here is of no use for me, so seal him too and get him ready for transport.

I did not know what that meant, I could just imagine that the other will spend his days above the entrance as I did last day, what the sealing in meant, I was not sure, and definitely had no idea what getting ready for transport meant. My time of holiday here was soon over, so probably I was to leave then now, being as he said 'of no use to him'. Just the sealing in part was confusing still.

The manager left then and the two staff slaves started ... while one left the cell the other let me slowly down until my feet touched the ground again, I had a steady stand, but was still kept by the chains above me. The other returned in the meantime already, a toolbox in one hand, two bars with attached shackled and a roll of thin... not sure what it was, laces? Rope? in the other hand.

First my wrists and ankles were places into the shackled bars as the day before, rendering them rather useless again. The winch was adjusted to ensure a steady contact with the floor while still being held by the chains above firmly. Two small pieces of tape then were used over the lenses of the leather hood; I was totally in the blind now. Then they started working, what I thought was on the laces of the boots first. I was not sure what they did, but it felt to get a bit loose first and then tight again, continuing all the way up the boots, same for the other boot and then continuing on the rest of the leather suit also, parts were briefly loose and shortly after tight again, I had no idea what they were doing now. The noises I heard did not make much sense either, and neither of them spoke during the entire time. They kept busy for at least an hour or more, before the tape came off the lenses again, I blinked a bit to adapt to the light again and then saw both in front of me nodding to each other. I could see lots of short cut pieces of the laces on the floor, but I was still as tightly laced into everything as the time before, so was a bit confused.

They then removed the bars with the shackled and took me off the chains holding me on to the ceiling. then I was lead out of the cell, not as I expected to the dressing room, also not as my second guess was towards the entrance door, once we left the building I could see a figure like myself already hung up there, the other boy must have been placed there already as the manager ordered - now I remembered, he said a few weeks, was he serious to keep him on that duty inside that suit a few weeks? We turned towards another corner however, walking slowly towards a building I had not been inside before. When we entered I realized it was sort of a workshop, benches, tools all over the walls, boxes, and packing materials, all sorts hanging and laying around. I thought about the 'ready for transport' that the manager mentioned, will I get a packed up free ride home?

I was placed in the middle of that workshop and chains again attached, winched up just enough to keep me stood in place again. The hood once again was fixed to the bar above, no longer allowing me to look down again. Then the two left my vision for a while. I could hear noises, again unable to assign a specific activity with them, making me curious, but as well nervous, not knowing what will happen. The noise of chains was then to hear, a noise I could at lease assign to something. shortly after one, or both, I did not see, handled my ankles, considerable chain noise was to hear, so I assumed I would get some shackles added to my treatment, not that it would be needed in this outfit, but maybe as enhancement to the punishment. Some more noises I could not really identify followed. Then I saw one of them before me again, but looking down and handling something at my waste, unable to look down I could not realize what it was of course. But some chain noise was involved, so I had my imaginations and after again some unidentifiable noises I had each of my wrists indeed placed into some shackles, from the feel they were rather heavy though. Some more unidentifiable noises and the staff slave disappeared from my vision again. I could not resist and had to try of course, so tried moving my arms and noticed they were limited even more mow, I could not move them very far to the back anymore and also when attempting to move them to the front, at some point the chains held them back, chained to obviously some waste belt they had locked on.

Suddenly I felt something placed on to my neck, a rather wide collar was fitted on, with it I would also not be able to fully look down later, even when the hood was taken off the chain keeping my head up at the moment. more of that noise I could not identify and then again chains, the noise of chains moving and the unidentified noise going along, starting at the bottom, obviously attaching a chain to the one between the leg hackles, the next noise made me assume that the chain is being pulled through a loop or ring in the front of the waste belt, then I say the head again of one of the staff slaves, shortly after the second one, both obviously standing in front of me and handling that chain, now handling it at the front of the wide and heavy steel collar on my neck. What I saw then however got me worried. After some time of fiddling around on the front of the collar I heard that noise again and this time I saw a few sparks, could it be... are they really...

When they finished, both stepped back, nodded to each other and left my vision again. I could feel the weight of the chain, connecting the collar with the legs, looped through the waste belt also. The winch was now released and I stood freely on the ground, both then undid the chains holding me on there and lead me to another part of the workshop. in the corner I saw a large box, similar to the hollow bench in the chill out room, just enough for a body to fit, heavy padded, probably just as sound proof and the same amount of straps inside to attach the body in there. While I looked at it with a little fear of having to spend again endless times in it, one of the staff slaves must have grabbed a full head gasmask, he then pulled it over my leathered head and made sure it is proper adjusted to allow breathing well before zipping it shut on its back. I was told to get into the box then as I feared; both assisted me, as now I had hardly the movement needed with arms or legs to get in on my own. Once I was inside, each and every of those straps was quickly buckled shut, immobilizing me in the already rather tight box until I almost could not move any part of my body. A tube again was connected to the gasmask, leading to a connecting piece at the side of the box. I expected the lid to be shut, but instead one of the staff slaves just nodded to the other, and while waiting next to the box, the other left.

A few minutes later he came back, bending over me then I saw the face of the manager. So he went to get the manager obviously. He started talking, telling me that he wanted to say good bye in person, also in the name of his staff slaves who as I realize are not permitted speaking to other slaves. But at least he wanted to tell me what was to come. Throughout my stay I had been rather useless, failing every day, even simple tasks not fulfilled properly, actually of all salves present the past days, I had failed the most of all. Because of that he simply does not have use for me, unlike as example my yesterday’s co victim that he has given another chance to prove himself, he does not believe I would learn quickly enough to fulfill his standards. In his line of hospitality business standards are very high and failing is just not tolerated. However ...he made a short pause...

One of the guests has shown interest in training you up and making you a useful object for his own purposes. At first I was opposed to handing him a useless object but he was persistent, at the end making me an offer I could impossibly refuse, so I agreed and that is where you are now. You may 2wonder what the boys did the past hours, so let me at least explain before you are shipped off. The laces in your suit have been replaces, I am sure you noticed. Instead of the former leather lacing, you now are sealed into the suit with steel wire. Thin enough to bend well, strong enough to be rather difficult to cut, then again who knows when you are supposed to get out of the suit again. Additionally it was requested to put on the steel shackles and collar, and I am sure you realized they are not just locked on, the boys are good with the welding, and those are pretty permanent now also on your limbs and neck. If or when any of that comes off again is no longer in my decision, someone paid a hell lot to get you into those. If it is of any interest, I can assure you that the price was good; in fact you will pay for the renovation of one of the buildings here completely, so at the end you DID have some good use to me, even if it was not as planned.

The boys will finish the package now, and by tomorrow evening you will be at your destination, no need to tell you where that is, as it will no longer matter to you, but one thing be assured, your stay here will be deleted off all books, and your affairs back at your former home will be taken care of properly also, so do not hope someone will look for you, you future is in the hands of the guy who bought you.

Then he disappeared off my vision, one of the staff slaves taking a brief look into my eyes, I thought to see a little sadness in it, but without delay then the lid was closed and I could hear the power tools, screwing the lid shut with at least 20 screws. during that already the tens started working, not too extreme, but enough to force moans into the gag, I tried even screaming, protesting, tried getting out, get enough movement to undo any strap, yet all of that was no use, I even doubt that anyone outside would have heard the attempted screams, from the outside just a large wooden box, maybe labeled with a destination, but no sign of knowing that inside a victim is about to be kidnapped for hood into an uncertain future as slave.

While nothing happened for a while I attempted screaming or getting free, of course without success, and at the end I gave up, starting to sweat inside the box, realizing that I was trapped, unable to make anyone aware of my situation, and as he said, most likely nobody will even look for me. by tomorrow night he said, so that is more than 24 hours travel, who knows where to ... while in my desperate thoughts suddenly the box moved, I was carried for a short while, then what I think shoved a little, then nothing again, before after a short time I think that I notices movement, I was in a car, a truck, a van, I had no idea, but obviously on my way to an unknown destination with an unknown future....

That holiday DEFINITELY did not go as planned, and right now, I do not like any part of it anymore....