Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

His burn scars caught the cold light overhead, and for once, his calm expression sharpened into something colder. “You are walking into a hunt without knowing if the wolves beside you are yours,” he said. “I know,” I replied quietly. He reached into his coat and pulled out a syringe filled with clear liquid. It was small. Deadly in silence, not violence. “This is not a weapon,” he said. “This is a restraint. A Veilkeeper compound. If injected into the neck it will paralyze a wolf’s shift for several hours. It will stop them from attacking and keep their wolf suppressed.”

Everyone in the room was more worried than they let on. Each truly seemed concerned about her well-being. Another lady came in to check her vitals and the IV that she just noticed was stuck in her arm. Looking up she could see the dripping coming from the bag to the top of the tubing before it eventually made it down to her vein. One thing she did remember was, that she was not fond of needles and she made a move to rip the IV out of her arm. Restraints. They had wrist restraints on her. The inside of the leather bracelet contained soft wool to protect her from hurting herself and the struggle was stopped almost as soon as she started.

I am walking around, then realise she is standing at the door like a lost puppy. “Come in, seriously. Right, restraints. There are a lot of types.” I begin showing her the restraints first, then other items. We spend ages in the room, and she finally relaxes. While the bowl, cage and some other items still scare her, she is more open and able to talk about it. “What is this?” I turn to where she is. “Nipple clamp.” I watch as she quickly puts it back down. “Okay. This?” She looks at me questioningly like it is something crazy.

"I tried to be nice to you, and that did not work, so you now get restrained, and the rest of the trip will be back here." "You… you can't be serious," Jessica stammered. "What if you crash? I'll get killed." "No, you won't," Hayden said nonchalantly as he secured her hands behind her with handcuffs. He turned her, nudging her back until she sat in the back of the SUV. He fastened soft restraints around her ankles so she would be a little more comfortable as he explained. "If you look, you will see that I have multiple utility bolts built into the back. That is what the cargo net that will hold you in place will attach to. You will be nice and secure for the rest of the trip."

"This one for advanced players who crave the edge." He moved down the line, explaining each tool with a care that made me realize this wasn't just about sex or power for him. This was his craft, his passion, something he'd studied and perfected. "The cuffs," he said, touching a pair of padded leather restraints, "can hold you without cutting circulation, designed to keep you safe even when you're struggling." His fingers moved to a set of clamps. "These adjust from gentle pressure to intense, depending on what the body needs."

Her thighs press together instinctively. "Hands up," I say, guiding her wrists to the restraint points on the headboard. The leather cuffs are soft, lined, built so they won't bite into her skin even if she pulls hard. I buckle them carefully, checking the fit with my fingers before tightening them. "Too tight?" "No. It's perfect."

"If we kick the door, he shifts. We don't fight an Alpha in a confined space. We trap him." Walking out of the store, the men gathered near the tailgate of their rusted pickup truck. Silas pulled a heavy metal lockbox from the truck bed. Popping the latch, he revealed a terrifying assortment of specialized restraints. Thick, heavy iron collars laced with pure silver. Vials of concentrated wolf-bane liquid. A modified, heavy-duty pneumatic dart gun.

“With all due respect, Alpha. You are under arrest for organ smuggling, illegal blood trafficking, authority abuse and the killing of thirteen innocent men who were your employees. Don't get me started on the numbers of victims of your failed organ transplantation and the dead bodies you have incinerated over the years. You are charged with forced possession and illegal procession of turning a human, a crime punishable by a death sentence.” Lincoln smirked triumphantly as he raised the refined shackles in the air, a silver handcuff that comes with ankle cuffs and collar, meant for strict restrictions for Alpha wolves. The central chain makes it nearly impossible for them to escape and would

“It’ll hurt. We usually sedate, but I don’t have full stock yet. I can do a light restraint and keep it as gentle as possible.” Colt nodded once, like he’d already decided. “Do it.” His certainty made my stomach flutter, annoying, unwanted. I hated conflict and force. Yet there was something strangely comforting about someone who didn’t wobble under decisions. “Can you hold her?” I asked. His eyebrows rose slightly. “Me?” “Yes,” I said, then immediately worried it was stupid. “Only if you’re comfortable. The safest restraint is calm hands.” For the first time, his expression shifted into something like surprise. Then he stepped closer to the table, rolling up his sleeves. I saw the tattoos.

Inside the cabinet hung an array of gleaming leather restraints, handcuffs, heavy ropes, crop whips, and intricate, high-end restraints that looked incredibly dangerous and professional. Roe’s breath hitched, her heart stopping as she looked from the collection to the wicked smirk on her stepfather's face. "You're into BDSM?!”