My head pounds as I come to, my body fighting before my vision clears. I am Jade, my blonde locks tangled, mile-long legs quivering, and massive, juicy tits, so huge they strain this white canvas straightjacket, nipples stiff against the rough material. They ripped off my panties, leaving my bare ass and sensitive pussy defenseless against this cruel strap. Years of gymnastics sculpted this body to perfection, every muscle honed for strength, but it is useless now, trapped by this fucking unyielding canvas and locked in a thick glass box, barely bigger than a dog kennel, just enough room to stand or take a few steps.
The box sits inside an iron room, its bolted door mocking me. The air smells too clean, like a hospital drained of life, sterile and detached, making my skin feel raw. I yank at the straightjacket, its straps biting into my shoulders, arms pinned across my chest. The canvas is a goddamn fortress, refusing to give. I roll my shoulders, twisting my torso with gymnast flexibility, but the buckles dig into my back, locked tight. This fucking jacket is crushing me, I think, rage boiling as I realize I am powerless against it. “Somebody help me!” I scream, voice thick with fear, bouncing off the glass in a hollow echo.
My chest heaves, massive tits bouncing against the canvas. I kick at the glass, my long legs stretching, toes pointed, hitting with a thud. The wall doesn’t budge. I’m stuck like a fucking dog in this thick glass kennel, I snarl in my head, my strength useless against it. The crotch strap rides up my tail, wedged tight against my pussy, scraping it raw. I squirm, trying to shake it loose, but it is too damn tight, grinding deeper into my sensitive flesh, making me hiss in frustration. “Get me out of here!” I yell, fear spiking, the echo mocking me.
I arch my back, pulling at the sleeves, fingers clawing at the sewn-shut ends. My shoulder smacks the glass with a bang, and my strength means nothing. This shitty jacket’s a torture device, I think, my body trapped like a damn animal. “You bitch, you set me up!” I snarl, my voice sharp with frustration, burning at her deception. I catch a camera high on the iron wall, red light blinking now and then, watching me. It pisses me off more, but I cannot dwell.
I throw myself into a roll, shoulders twisting, legs kicking out, searching for a weak point. My elbow hits the glass with a crash. This fucking glass box pins me like a trapped animal, I think, fury spiking. The canvas tightens, straps creaking, my massive tits squeezed so hard I gasp. The crotch strap digs into my asshole, grinding my vagina raw, unyielding despite my frantic shakes, a raw edge that makes me grit my teeth in anger.
I keep fighting, kicking the glass again, legs flexing, striking with a smack. Nothing. This goddamn glass trap barely fits me, I curse in my head, my body confined. “Fuck this place!” I roar, rage consuming me, the sterile air swallowing my voice. I pull harder, rolling onto my knees, shoulders straining until my muscles scream. My arm slams the glass with a whack, and this shitty jacket owns me, I snarl in my head, fury choking me.
I slump against the glass, panting, my body spent. The straightjacket holds me tight, the thick glass box a perfect kennel. I am trapped, no way out, anger burning raw. I am stuck, body bound and seething, nowhere to go.
