Jenny was working at the lab.
She was tired, but happy. She’d just finished the prototype of her new ‘home prison’ system, that she was going to offer to the government to help them with their overcrowding problems. The concept had taken a lot of thinking about; she had to admit, though, some of her fetish ideas had somehow bled into the design…
She got up to go home and stretched. Suddenly dizzy, she overbalanced…
Before she could stop herself, she fell backwards. By sheer chance, she fell into the cubicle that she’d designed to apply her new ‘system’. The door slammed shut. Before she could stop it, the system activated automatically…
A pulse from the cubicle instantly paralysed her, locking her in place spreadeagled inside. All she could do was whimper and moan quietly as the cubicle sliced off her clothes…
Now naked, she flinched as the spray hit her, knowing what was going to come next. The cubicle waited, and her skin started tingling all over…
The water spray that came next removed all of her hair. Her skin was so smooth now, she looked like an oversize doll.
She whimpered again as she felt the next spray on her skin. That was the latex suit, in a vivid orange. A transparent mask had sealed itself over her face to ‘protect’ it. This mask also rendered her completely dumb, as it sealed her mouth shut.
She felt the heat as the latex reached the edges of the mask, sealing her in. The system started printing numbers and barcodes onto the suit. Jenny tried to scream as she read the reflection of the printing:
Prisoner 00-1 – Violent case. Sentence: Life without parole
The suit was permanent. There was no way of removing it, and it also had a curfew system fitted, because she was a dangerous prisoner. Any attempt to leave the room she was assigned to would cause the visor to go opaque. If she insisted on trying to leave, shocks would be administered…
A metal collar was then sealed round her neck, a metal belt round her waist. Her hands were sealed into balls, making them completely useless.
Once the sequence had completed, Jenny was released from the cubicle.
Frantically whimpering, she spent the next minutes trying to free herself, earning herself a punishment from the suit. She couldn’t pick up anything; she couldn’t enter any codes, couldn’t speak them, anything!
She started bashing her hands on the desk, frustrated. The suit picked it up as her breaking the rules, and punished her again, harder. Jenny passed out from the shock…
Tanya, Jenny’s lab assistant, let herself in as usual the next morning, and chuckled as she saw the shape on the floor.
“Oh well”, she said. “Saves me having to push you into it. I see it works, too; the life sentence I programmed in has been registered against you. I’ve always wanted a bondage pet, and now I can also get the credit for your design, after the ‘unfortunate accident’ when testing the system…”
There was a faint moan from the ‘shape’. Jenny was waking up. Tanya laughed as she saw the look on Jenny’s face, imploring her to set her free…
Speaking slowly, so Jenny could lip read, Tanya feigned shock and said she couldn’t help her because the suit was set to a life sentence. Jenny should know how secure her system was…?
The tears and distraught look on Jenny’s face said it all. Tanya couldn’t keep a straight face any longer...
“I always wanted a sex toy I could properly own”, she said, sliding her hand between Jenny’s legs. “Now I’ve got one…!”
Jenny’s back arched and she moaned loudly. The suit enhanced any touch in erogenous zones tenfold; it was part of the torture, to edge the prisoner without allowing them an orgasm, ever. At the same time, Tanya was reprogramming the location for Jenny’s confinement…
Jenny’s visor went opaque, and she slumped, unconscious, ready for loading into a sack for transport. Tanya slid her into the transparent sleep sack that was designed for transporting prisoners and put her onto the lab sack truck and carted her out to her car, putting her in the boot.
Rubbing her hands together with glee, she returned to the lab and locked up, then left to go home. She was having a day off today, to unwrap her new present…
A week later, the new prison system was introduced to the public for the first time. Unwittingly, Jenny was used as a test case to show the system working.
“A violent convict, now happily serving in a household” was how she was portrayed. The mask was just tinted enough so that nobody recognised her, and Jenny was by now so scared of any punishment that she followed her instructions exactly.
The fiction was that Jenny had snapped from a nervous breakdown and gone off the grid, leaving it to her assistant, Tanya, to complete the project on her own. This she had done and been suitably rewarded with a promotion. She had read all of Jenny’s notes and knew exactly how to look after and maintain the system, and understood all the concepts behind it, so she could answer any questions asked.
Tanya also ended up keeping her toy…