Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

Alyssa asked Luther gulped down and moved away,,, " You,,,,,," He wanted to talk but stopped " Tell me what's wrong,, you're making me scared " Alyssa said " Am sorry,,, nothing. You should take your bath,,I will help you " Luther smiled and she nodded He pecked her lips and carried her in a bridal style heading toward the bathroom *why does she smell of human?? Why is she still human??* Luther thought inwardly as he helped her with the bath " How do you feel?" He asked and she smiled

“Do it, Ted.” The male who replied had a deep, gruff voice for a human and it sounded as if he spoke through a door or wall. It gave 466 time to glance down his body. Restraints held him upright on his feet and tightly bound to a flat wooden surface. Thick straps were wrapped around his wrists, elbows, chest, waist, thighs and ankles. The strange tubes that were taped to his body were alarming. Were they injecting some fluid directly into his veins? He snarled again, lifted his chin, and gave the human a glare that promised swift death. He struggled but the straps across his body didn’t break.

Her voice was filled with a mix of desperation and exhaustion. I stopped my movements immediately, sensing her distress. Her body started to sag, but the ropes held her up, preventing her from collapsing completely. "H-H..ur.ts," she whimpered, her voice trembling as she wiggled her cuffed wrists, seeking some relief. "Sh..it's okay, bambi. Deep breaths." I wrapped my hand around her stomach, providing support as my other hand worked swiftly to unlock the cuffs. As the restraints released, her hands fell free, and she leaned against me, her body numbly seeking refuge.

RAISA POV The vehicle doesn’t bounce. That’s the first thing I notice. There were no chains or rattling cages. Just a low hum and the steady pull of acceleration, like we’re freight, not prisoners. Blue restraint bands lock my wrists to the floor rail, same tech as the seal, humming at a frequency that keeps Midnight pinned and snarling inside my skull. Jaxon sits across from me, with his hands free. Of course, they leave him unbound. He leans back, calm as ever, eyes tracking the faint light strips along the walls. “High-end transport,” he says mildly. “Rival camp’s improved.”

I'm helpless as I watch him press a button on the prod and the buzzing turns into a high pitched whine and the pain this time is so unbearable I collapse to the floor convulsing in agony and I have no choice when Eclipse forces the shift on me. She turns to the human with a low growl and doesn't understand the look of lust on his face. 'Fucking hell, you are stunning. What a fucking specimen.' Suddenly he clicks a button and the cuffs and collar tighten forcing Eclipse to stand four square unable to move her paws and then the collar tightened further forcing her neck down until her head touched the floor. The human chuckled and said coldly. 'Go ahead little wolf, struggle, please, fight thos

Inside, they begin pulling out weapons and equipment to arm themselves. However, this is not the type of equipment I was hoping for. There are a couple of massive restraints that are basically high-tech handcuffs that look like they were designed for a gorilla. There is a massive shock collar and an electro-wire net. And to top it off, the soldiers pull two sniper rifles from the suitcase and bandoliers of liquid-filled darts. Those are... tranquilizer guns?

I swallowed hard, my curiosity mounting. I moved forward, my fingertips brushing lightly over a collection of restraints mounted neatly on the wall. Soft leather cuffs, velvet-lined blindfolds, and thick, braided ropes. Each item was meticulously arranged—waiting, almost expectantly, for a submissive to test them. My fingers hesitated on a pair of delicate-looking silver handcuffs, trailing over the cold metal. Would they feel as delicate as they looked, or would they bite into my skin, holding me firm, utterly at his mercy?

It was hard enough seeing the random no-furs treated like this. There were warded restraints on the sides of the box they were strong-arming him into and Hades was still too messed up to put up much of a fight. Another buzz of his collar made sure of it. He'd scold himself for not keeping track of how long it took to reset the collar before it could zap him again, as that might be vital information later.

"You think these humans can protect you from me?" "I think this can!" Maximus snarls. He pulls a pair of heavy, iridescent shackles from his belt. They shimmer with a fine, floating mist—silver dust, suspended in an electromagnetic field. It’s a restraint designed to paralyze a wolf’s nervous system. Maximus lunges past the HRB agents, driven by a psychotic need to reclaim the power he thinks I stole. He reaches for my arm, the silver-dusted shackles swinging toward my skin.

He tried to swing his feet off the gurney and found the straps he hadn’t noticed before—thin polymer restraints, translucent, already tightened. “I didn’t put those on,” Rios whispered. “No,” Halden said. “You didn’t.” The voice softened, almost kind. “Please remain calm. Your cooperation will reduce discomfort.” Dante laughed once—short, bitter. “You sound like a customer service line.” “I am optimized for compliance.” Elara moved to Dante’s side, fingers trembling as she tested the restraints. “They’re smart polymer,” she muttered. “Heat tightens them. Pressure tightens them. They’re—”