Jana walked along the high street, miserably.

If she had known what was going to happen to her before she’d come to the country she now lived in, she would have stayed at home…

Her new ‘sponsors’ had allowed her to keep wearing her hijab, for religious reasons. However, they had modified it. It now looked more like a niqab, not a hijab; she hated the material covering her mouth with a passion, however. It concealed the long rubber penis that was firmly sealed into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. Servants of her position were not allowed to talk to anyone in public. She had thought that this was a policy all over the country; she had no way of realising it was specific to the family she worked for.

Short of breath also because of the gag and the thick material covering her mouth and nose, she hobbled back into the house with the heavy bags of shopping.

She was in the middle of packing it away when mistress came into the kitchen.

“Get someone else to do that”, she said. “Come with me, now.”

Jana followed mistress through to her room.

“Kneel”, she was told. She did.

Mistress removed Jana’s hijab, then the gag.

“We’ve had a new one made for you, because of your change in status”, she said. She held a clear latex version of the hijab that she had just been wearing. It had a built in gag and cover for her mouth.

Jana whimpered and tried to pull away.

“Mistress, please…!”

“It’s all right, little one”, Mistress said, fastening the new hijab onto Jana’s head. “It doesn’t matter that it is clear; you won’t be going outside anymore…”

Jana then heard the click of a lock behind her head. She pulled at the hijab, but it was very firmly locked on. The gag was also even tighter; she could hardly make a sound, now.

“Go to young sir’s bedroom”, Mistress said. “He has been learning the skills for getting on with women; you are for him to practice on.”

Jana started shaking her head, backing away in terror. She had heard what had happened to some of young sir’s women. Some of them hadn’t survived…

Mistress slapped Jana around the head, hard.

“Don’t argue with me! Go! Now! Be thankful that your mouth is covered and sealed. It could be a lot worse…”

Tears were running down Jana’s cheeks as she slowly headed to her ‘new assignment’. She fully expected not to be returning the next morning…

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Young sir treated her with respect and honour; he was so gentle with her in bed she couldn’t believe it.

Then he showed her the dress he wanted her to wear from then on.

It was made from completely transparent PVC; an ankle length ball gown. He fastened her into it himself, locking all the clasps and zips.

He then showed her the set of transparent shackles that went with it. Instead of chains, they used clear cord. There was a collar, a belt and wrist and ankle shackles.

“You’re mine”, he said. “I don’t intend to share you with anyone; or lose you.”

Jana cried as he fastened the shackles onto her. There was also a cord fastening the belt to young sir’s bed…

Jana’s days then got very monotonous.

All she did was sit on young sir’s bed, wearing her transparent outfit and shackled, until he came in to be with her.

She’d long ago tired herself out fighting to break the cords and get free, moaning and grunting into her gag as she did so.

Then, one evening, young sir showed her the transparent chastity belt with its plugs…

“I’m going to seal you up for now”, he said. “After all, now you’ve taught me how to look after you, I don’t want to spoil our wedding night…”

Jana’s eyes went wide as he fitted the belt and locked it. He then pressed between her legs in a certain way…

The vibrator switched on.

“No harm in you pleasuring yourself, though…” he said, walking away…

Jana was sweating buckets in her PVC dress, fighting the vibrator and grunting loudly into her gag. She couldn’t keep going like that much longer…!

She came, violently.

Young sir just smiled.

“Good. Glad you’ve enjoyed yourself”, he said, turning the vibrator off and gently cleaning her up. “A maid will be in to measure you for your wedding dress. Behave, and it will go a lot easier for you.”

Young Sir left and Claire came in with a tape measure, notebook and pen.

“You’re so lucky, marrying him”, she said. “He must have seen something really special in you.”

Claire took all the necessary measurements, utterly unconcerned that Jana was shackled and gagged. Jana tried to get her to free her; Claire ignored her completely.

Claire then stroked Jana’s head, over the hijab.

“I’ve designed one of these into the wedding dress”, she said. “After all, it’s a foregone conclusion that you’re marrying young sir, so you don’t need to say anything.”

Jana couldn’t believe it. She was going to be gagged during her wedding…!

When she first saw the wedding dress, she couldn’t believe it, either. It was made of clear latex and completely see through. Even the veil was PVC…

Jana snapped. Shaking her head, she backed away from the dress as far as she could, wailing loudly into her gag…

“Silly girl”, said young sir. “Behaving as if you have a choice…!”

He then gave Jana an injection…

When Jana next awoke, she was wearing the dress, the veil hanging down in front of her eyes.

The hijab and gag was even tighter than her usual one. She couldn’t make a sound. Her wrists were fastened together with a clear bow that had a silver lock in the middle holding it closed.

She frantically looked round for someone to help her. She didn’t want to go through with this! There was no-one there that could help her, though.

An hour later, she was married…

She was sweating buckets again because of the latex. To her amazement, though, when they got back to young sir’s room after the wedding all he did was fasten her to a loop on the wall using the ring on the collar attached to the bottom of her new hijab-veil. He didn’t undress her, or anything. Even her wrists were still bound.

She whimpered, holding her wrists out to him.

“Not yet; I want to enjoy you as you are now”, he said. “You need to get used to it as well; after all, you’re going to be wearing latex for the rest of your life. All we’re waiting for now is for them to get your new cabinet ready.”

With that, Claire put her head round the door.

“Jana’s new home is ready, young sir”, she said.

Young sir untied the cord from the wall and led Jana out of his room and down the corridor, to a wing of the mansion that she hadn’t seen before.

“This should all be new to you”, he said. “Claire is the only servant allowed to go in and out of this area. Now you’re in here, you’ll never leave.”

The trio walked into a well-lit corridor.

Jana screamed into her gag, frantically trying to get free…

There were transparent cabinets lining the corridor, built into the walls. A few were empty, but most of them held bodies. Women wearing latex wedding dresses, all firmly gagged and bound, their faces frozen in expressions of terror.

It was obvious also from looking at them that the cabinets were filled with some kind of gel, that had set solid, freezing the women in place. A metal rod came up behind each woman; fittings from the rod connected to the women’s anus, urethra and gag.

“Isn’t it sweet”, young sir said. “You’ll never need to do anything for yourself again, like my other wives…!”

Jana saw the empty cabinet further down the corridor, it’s door open, and lost it completely. Screaming into her gag, she collapsed to the floor as her legs gave out.

Young sir just kept walking, dragging her along behind him.

“Oh, get up, please, you’ll make your dress dirty. Then we’ll have to clean it before we seal you away, so everything will take longer. You really are being very inconsiderate.”

Claire picked Jana up and slapped her. “Behave!”

Jana shook her head violently, and fought to get free, but it was no use. Young sir got fed up with waiting, in the end, and he and Claire picked up the struggling girl and lifted her into the cabinet.

Fittings on her dress locked onto the metal stand; then the tubes were pushed into her. She shivered as the cold of the metal hit her, still fighting to get free.

“If you breathe in and hold it when the process starts, you’ll have more room to breathe later”, young sir said, shutting the door and locking it.

The liquid gel then started slowly rising in the cabinet…

It took half an hour to fill the cabinet to the top. Jana fought furiously all the time, but it was no use. She had, however, tried to keep her lungs as full of air as possible.

She then felt the warmth as the system started setting the gel, and breathed in…

Claire and young sir watched until the gel had set. Jana was a permanent resident now.

A single tear had been captured as it ran down her cheek…