Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

"You don't like your accommodation, little bunny. I built them just for you. Reinforced perspex glass all around so my staff can keep an eye on you at all times. A chamber with a secondary biometric lock, so even if you get past the first door, you won't get to the second. All air is pumped through the vents as an isolation chamber. All furniture is bolted down. And when we need to enter the room, you can either comply and get into the silver restraints, or we gas the room" He just smiles as he watches me go from one corner to another. Checking every surface, every corner, every inch, trying to work this out. He watches me intently and comes up to the glass when I start slowing down. "You lo

“That’s normal. We’re going to keep this very light tonight. The goal isn’t to push you hard. The goal is for you to experience what it feels like to give up control in a safe environment.” He reached over and picked up a pair of black leather cuffs from the bedside table. “These are padded,” he explained, showing her. “They’re designed for comfort. I’m going to restrain your wrists and ankles to the bed. You’ll be able to move a little, but not much. Is that something you’re comfortable with?” Eden looked at the cuffs, then back at him. She nodded. “Words, please,” Julian said. “Yes,” she said. “I’m comfortable with that.”

With a towel in his mouth, he couldn’t speak, only managing to whimper, and his body was constantly struggling to free himself from the restraints. Charlie saw him struggling desperately, but his entire body was basically close to motionlessness due to the very rigid restraints. Charlie couldn’t help but smile. “You guys are too cautious. Tying up his hands and legs would have sufficed. You did not need to restrain his fingers as well. Look at Mr. Kazumi now—he’s feeling all anxious.”

she snapped at him, cutting him off. "No, miss. We are using electric cuffs on his ankle, and we are controlling his behavior using the transmitter's desires, we can send tens of thousands of volts of electricity coursing through the prisoner's body from a distance of up to 100 yards. so don't freak out, if he gets to do something we will do what we have to do miss West." Was he an animal? Athena knew about using these stun cuffs. Or electric cuffs. They are preemptively placed on prisoners, those who don't misbehave will still suffer that psychological trauma, and recall that many prisoners have not yet been convicted of any crime.

I do as he asks, steeling myself against the inevitable pain. He’s almost gentle when he slips the cuffs around my wrists and secures them. The silver cuffs burn into my wrists, but at least the collar that goes around my neck is made of some kind of leather and while uncomfortable, it doesn’t hurt me, but it weakens me so much that I can’t even stand by myself. “We’ll forego the leg restraints,” Lester says. “I don’t think they’re needed.”

“Let’s see who breaks first.” Silence. Long. Heavy. Then— “Conditional agreement accepted.” I exhale slowly. “Good.” My heart is racing. But I don’t show it. I walk toward the chair. Step by step. Deliberate. Controlled. Not forced. Chosen. Because if they think they’re controlling me— they’re wrong. I sit. The restraints snap into place instantly. Cold metal locking around my wrists. My ankles. My chest. The wires connect. Sharp.

After hearing a couple of drawers open and close, he moved closer to me and pulled me up with one arm. Having taken his dress shirt off, he now stood shirtless as he reached above my head and slid two metal hooks towards the middle of the front poster, attaching two thick leather cuffs to each hoop. Not saying a word, he grabbed one of my wrists and brought it up to the cuff, locking me into the restraint. Repeating the same process with my other wrist, both of my arms were now restricted above my head.

I felt the responsibility grow like sweet weight. I secured the padded cuffs—ones that don’t hurt the wrists—to the headboard. Safety is sexy. “Now lie face down,” I said firmly, and she obeyed. My troublemaker was more compliant than I’d expected. Once she was positioned, I pulled her arms up. I held her wrists, kissed each finger before placing them in the cuffs, and felt her relax when she realized I wouldn’t hurt her. The simple act of restraining her said as much as any words: here, I took control, but she was fully aware.

“W-well… you see… it’s… um…” The older man sighed, dragging a hand down his face before giving me a painfully embarrassed smile. “You could be dangerous.” I stared. The younger guy brightened, nodding quickly like that made everything logical. “So! Ah… for our safety… restraints.” My head dropped back against whatever I was lying on, a cot made of woven grass and animal hide. I closed my eyes for a beat, exhaling through my nose in resignation. Honestly? Fair enough. My voice came out rough. “I get it.”