The Plastic Prison.

Deborah awoke, slowly, holding onto her head. Somebody had hit her from behind…! Why? What had she done, to anyone?

She didn’t know it was just because she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time…

She got up and looked around, then looked down at herself. She tried to scream…

Apart from the transparent bra and knickers, she was naked. She was also wearing a muzzle that felt like it was made from the same material, firmly sealing her mouth shut. Mewling, she tried frantically to pull it off, reaching round behind her head to find some kind of clasp. There wasn’t one. It was moulded to her face…

Eventually, she gave up trying to remove it and started exploring the room instead. It seemed to be completely empty…

A foot or so away from the wall, however, something stopped her. By feeling about, she found there was a transparent wall all around her, a foot away from the walls all around her. She couldn’t get to the door or the windows to open them; she couldn’t even open the curtains…

She was sat back down on the floor in the middle of the room, legs curled under her, when the door opened. A woman came in and stopped at the other side of the wall holding her in.

“Hello, cutie!”, she said. “Aren’t you a pretty one. How’s my little pet doing?”

Furious, Deborah threw herself against the wall, right in front of the other woman. She didn’t even blink.

“Wear yourself out doing that all you want”, she said. “It won’t do anything. That wall can stop a nuclear blast.”

“I hope you like your new uniform; it’s on for life”, she continued. “It may feel soft and comfortable, but it’s harder than diamond. Anything that you tried to cut it with would slice your skin off before damaging it. I could have sealed you up in it completely, but I fancied playing with your breasts later, after I’d trained you. That’s why there’s still a clasp on the bra. The knickers and muzzle, however, are permanent.”

“Anyway, have fun. I’ll check in you later.”

The woman left, shutting the door behind her, leaving Deborah screaming into her muzzle…

Deborah seemed to be left alone for what felt like days.

She was getting really hungry and thirsty. How was she supposed to eat and drink with this muzzle on?

There was a surprisingly simple solution to it, which the woman explained to her.

“At waist height, in the far corner of the room, is a ‘projection’”, the woman said. “Just push your muzzle up against it; the projection will go in, and you will be able to suck on it, getting water and liquid food.”

Sadly, Deborah wandered over. She found the ‘projection’…

God, it was in the shape of a penis! She was going to get food and water by giving it a blowjob…

Tears streaming down her face, Deborah started sucking…

“You may have to move up and down on it, to pump it”, the woman called, with a laugh.

Beyond humiliation, feeling totally degraded, Deborah pumped herself up and down, until she had drunk her fill.

She then gestured to the woman, pointing at her knickers. She needed the toilet.

Working out what she was asking for, the woman pointed to another corner of her room.

“There’s another fitting over there”, she said, “it should be at the right height. Just sit on it, and make sure it goes firmly into your backside. There’s a tube inside the knickers fitted into your urethra, that will also open when the fitting is connected, allowing you to relieve yourself.”

Deborah cried again as she sat on her transparent toilet and went. The system clamped on to her as she sat, gave her an enema, then flushed her out.

“See, there you go”, the woman said. “Everything you need. I’ll come and give you a cuddle later, if you’re good.”

She went out again, closing the door. Deborah just curled up into a ball on the floor and wept…

Later that day, the woman came in. She was also now naked.

She undid the clasp on Deborah’s bra and took it off, then started massaging her breasts.

“These are a lovely pair”, she said. “It almost seems a shame to pierce them…”

Deborah, her eyes wide, tried to pull away; the woman gave her an injection, and she crumpled to the floor.

When she next awoke, she was wearing her bra again; however, her nipples were now exposed, had rings through them and there was a gold chain running between them. The woman held her as she sobbed, gently tugging on the chain every now and then, stroking her head and holding her.

“I promised you I’d give you a cuddle later”, she said. Deborah just mewled into her muzzle…

After the woman had left, Deborah tried to unclip the chain; all she ended up doing was hurting her nipples by tugging on them. She then noticed that boxes had started arriving on the other side of the wall penning her in.

“Your new bedroom furniture”, the woman said. “As well as a few more ‘accessories’ for you…”

Deborah screamed into her muzzle as the woman walked in holding a thick gold collar. It was attached to a chain. This had wrist and ankle cuffs on it.

“You’ve been a bad girl”, the woman said. “Using your hands and feet way too much. This new harness for you will pin your hands behind your back and keep your walking to a small shuffle.  It will also make it easier for me to play with your breasts without you interfering. Don’t worry, the chain moves out of the way enough for you to still be able to go to the toilet, I’m not heartless.”

Deborah tried to push her away, but she was way too weak. She was soon chained up…

The light glistened off of her golden shackles as she sadly wandered round her enclosure…