Like to be locked up

The General walked into the room, his expression one of complete satisfaction. The capture of the mole within his army was a lot harder than first thought, but finally……there she was. His formerly loyal subordinate, Captain McMahon.

An experienced and tough solider, the Captain had spent many years alongside the General. Destroying rebellions, quashing attempted coups and successfully controlling the puppet government they put in place. It was unfortunate that Captain McMahon felt the need to develop a conscience in her later career.

Hours and days of interrogation failed to break the Captain. Of course it was no surprise, she had been trained to be the best, to defend her position and her comrades until death. The General was almost at a loss for his next move, but then…..well, why not use something a little different as a motivator.

The sight was macabre. The Captain was unrecognisable in her current state. Her austere and respected uniform had been replaced by the cloying, skintight latex suit and full hood. Her muscular figure looked immense in the glossy material, every sinew straining against the heavy leather armbinder pinning her arms and shoulders back behind her. The military grade combat boots were replaced by the ankle ballet boots, painfully forcing her toes downward. As for her medals? They would be melted down and would form part of the metal used for the slave collar. The leash was hooked to the wall, futile struggles as she tried to shuffle away from him.

But the most grotesque feature of the Captain’s new station? The rubber gas mask welded to her hood. Her expressive eyes begging for release, the wheezing breaths under the mask, made more laboured by the gag she had to endure.

She wasn’t going to talk.

So the General decided to make it a more permanent feature of her captivity. Now, as she kneeled on the hard floor, straps running around her thighs and legs, fusing her into a frog tie….she grunted and shifted.

The General’s eyes were drawn to the most important accessory of the Captain’s uniform. The rubber pump and hose running from the crotch of the suit. The Captain was fully aware of the situation too. She had been stuffed with the toys since the suit was put on her, and the General visited every couple of hours to place his heavy boot on the pump…..and squeeze.

He never asked any questions, he never did anything else. He just squeezed the pump.