Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

From there, Lexus’s arms were confined in industrial-grade restraints, and his hands were secured together in prisoner-grade suppression shackles. As if that wasn’t enough insurance, the male wore a double clasped full guard muzzle. A full metal piece covered the alpha’s mouth and nose, and small holes throughout provided the only access to fresh air. Azrin realized Lex must have also been wearing a bit, much like the contraptions humans used on tamed horses. Although Lexus growled at him, it was far too muffled to have just been the muzzle.

He’d follow this man into a meat-grinder. Gam spent the next forty minutes rigging a pair of high-tech tactical restraints. They looked like heavy-duty steel, flickering with a faint blue light that mimicked a neural-lock. To anyone watching, it would look like Timothy had Kan’s nervous system on a leash. Timothy picked up the black leather-and-chrome restraints, his fingers tracing the cold metal as he looked up at Kan. "If there were another way, I'd take it."

I pulled out the metal to examine it further and asked, “We get this on your brothers’ wrists and then what?” “Any cuffs made out of these will be activated when they are attached to the person. Even when they are in their wolf form, they won't be able to move,” Androkles answered distractedly, swiping his merlot eyes in awe all over the room. “They aren't regular metal. They are godly restraints.”

Above it hung a series of specialized medical restraints—delicate, articulated limbs of silver and steel, designed to hold a shifting wolf in place mid-transformation. Killian stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at the restraints, his eyes blowing wide as the mechanical precision of the cruelty settled into his mind. "This isn't a pack house," he whispered, his voice trembling with a fury so cold it seemed to drop the temperature of the room by ten degrees. "This is a factory. They weren't raising leaders; they were harvesting weapons."

Beta Ezra pushed it open, revealing a room that looked like a laboratory. It had stone walls. Equipment I didn’t recognize. A table in the center with restraints— Restraints? My feet stopped moving. “Luna?” One of the healers prompted gently. “What… what are those for?” I pointed at the leather straps attached to the table. “Just a precaution,” the older healer said, her voice neutral. “You could experience involuntary shifting during the initial treatments. The restraints ensure you don’t hurt yourself or us.” Shifting? My wolf had never responded violently to anything. She was as docile and beaten down as I was.

He is a trained enforcer and considerably larger than me and for about fifteen seconds the outcome is not obvious, his elbow coming back hard into my ribs twice, and I absorb both and hold position and keep the forearm across his throat without increasing the pressure because I am not trying to choke him, I am trying to outlast him, and eventually the training he has and the training I have meet somewhere in the middle and he stops moving. I get the zip ties from the desk drawer, the ones that have been in there since a security briefing two months ago when Cassidy distributed them as part of an emergency restraint demonstration and I never took mine back to the supply room, and I use three

"Thank you." “Remember, the reel with the tension cord is here. That’s where it expands and contracts to fit you and Justice.” He points to a metal circle under my armpit while he adjusts the straps. “It’ll be under her armpit too. Don’t let it break, or else it won’t fit no more. If it breaks when you’re in human form, the harness will strangle Justice.” “Don’t strangle Justice.” I nod. “Got it.” “Yeah, don’t strangle Justice.” She parrots me.

"What do you mean by that?" "Let's just say she's receiving some unique therapy to help unlock her potential." He turned back to me, and I could see something almost like pity in his eyes. "Don't worry, she's not being harmed. At least, not in any permanent way." I struggled against the restraints, fury building in my chest. "You bastard. When I get out of these—" "You won't," he interrupted calmly. "Those restraints are reinforced with silver threading and blessed by a witch. Even at full strength, you couldn't break them. And with wolfsbane still in your system?" He shook his head. "You're stuck, my friend."

Eventually I lowered my gaze and sighed. "I'll wear it, but please, don't make me feel like a pet on a leash." "I can't promise I won't but you'll want to stick close anyway. You're going to get hit with the scent of a lot of different Frentin all at once. As you get used to it it won't be so bad, but you're going to need to hold it together." Icaan's words made me hesitate, but he was already clipping the collar around the restraints I wore and attaching a literal chain between it and his arm. I was connected to him and wearing tags that clearly stated I was his property.

Sandra thought for a few minutes and turned around to look at him. “Tell me what you used, in the order you used them, and I’ll tell you if I liked it.” He sighed, reaching into the case and pulled out the handcuffs. “These?” he asked, and she smiled. “I liked those…I mean they were alright, and the blindfold wasn’t so bad. I didn’t realize how many other senses I could use at one time, until I couldn’t see what was happening.” “That’s the whole purpose of the restraints. Take away resistance and you have no choice but to explore new feelings and sensations. So, we will keep them. You remember these,” he said picking up the gold and diamond clamps.