The Prison - Cap 1 (Patreon)

There I am here.

Again.

The damn guards dressed me in the harshest prison garb I'd ever tried on.


My arms are glued to my back and my legs are bent by the rigid stitching made for this purpose; and everything is sealed in an elastic blanket of shiny latex resin, which is completed by being pressurized under vacuum, making my body stay inside a shiny package.


It's impossible to move this thing.

I practically stay in bed all day.

Or when not, the guards come to make fun of me.

They do not abuse prisoners and do nothing improper. However, they play a lot when they can.


Every hour a guard comes to feed me and help me urinate.

Or walk around the yard or put me in the middle of the square with other prisoners.


But this position of mine is only during the day, eight hours a day.


At night I go to my six-meter-square prison saddle that looks more like an aquarium where I can at least move my legs there.


This is my condition as well as other prisoners in Sir Merlin's Heaven, the Master of that Prison.


And a sadistic guy super friends with my owners. I won't talk about him now.


Well.... now I try to move a little.

with difficulty I place my forehead on the floor to support myself with my knees


Damn it! this is horrible.


I look like a bizarre animal moving around with my arms behind my back and legs forcefully bent wearing a prison leotard.


The good thing is that the entire prison is padded with cushions and the floor is made of soft rubber.


- Oops! Huh...

the guards brought in a rookie


A rookie to keep me company?