Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

That was enough for Steven to stop and watch as I was dragged into the room by Jeremy, ignoring my pleading gaze. Jeremy pushed me onto the bed, pinning me down, his hands fumbling with my clothes. "Make babies! Make babies with my honey!" He stripped off his clothes, his pale, flabby body pressing down on me. I felt so disgusted that I wanted to throw up, yet no matter how much I hit him, it didn't seem to faze him at all. On top of everything, my injured leg was in so much pain that I couldn't move it. Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered.

The dock wasn't far away, yet Scarlett never made it there before a man dressed in black grabbed her. Her arms were twisted behind her back, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. "No, release me! Let me go!" Her screaming was ignored. No matter her struggles, the man didn't let her go. He clamped his muscular arms around her and held her still. Scarlett tried to fight and wriggle herself free. She was pregnant but not handicapped! "Release me, you fucking swine!" Scarlett growled. "Let me go! Get your filthy fingers off me!"

JAY I pull out a thin, silver wire from the pocket of my pants and wrap it around his neck, pulling him down to the floor. Securing him between my thighs, my back leans against the wall for support, and I strangle the wire around his neck. His legs are kicking, scratching against the floor, and his eyes are slowly coming out. His struggle for breathing is no less than a melody to my ears. Perhaps, one of my favorites. He is pushing his claws, sharp, and making a screeching noise against the floor. The alcohol has jumped down from his head. Now, he's wide awake, scared, and facing his death, me.

I looked around confused and then it dawned on me what had happened. I then noticed that the environment looked like a lab. I tried to move I was strapped with a straitjacket which I tried to use my powers to break off but it wasn't working. The door opened for me to see the only person who could do this. "Shifter." I said threatening as Greg walked in and smiled. "Glad you're awake, how was your naptime?" He asked as he held his hands together. "Very unpleasant now that I've seen you." I replied rudely then tried to break out of the straitjacket.

I needed to do something—anything—but the situation was already slipping out of control. I pulled against the restraints, the metal cuffs digging into my skin, cold and unforgiving. The struggle only made it worse. The more I tried to twist my wrists free, the more I realised these weren’t ordinary ropes. They were handcuffs—secure, tight, not something I could break out of with brute force. Panic started to claw at my chest as I tried to think of another way, but my mind was clouded, my options growing slimmer by the second.

I suddenly feel very numb which is not a feeling I can cope with. “She told me later that she had hoped to spare me one of the many beatings that I get when someone claims they are pregnant by me and she actually did. What I wasn’t aware of was the reason behind the paternity test. I still received three beatings for it. This time I was given a choice. Take forty with the strap like a man, which is defined as no fighting, no restraints and no screaming. Grunts were acceptable but you could not cry out or scream. The catch was if I broke any of the rules involved in being a man my count started over with me being restrained to the desk and split half strap, half buckle.”

he said in a mocking tone. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and my heartbeat increased due to panic when I felt his free hand slowly removing the the strap of my dress from my shoulder. I again tried to free myself from his steel grip but it’s impossible. “Listen Mr. Knight… Don’t do this” I said calmly trying to push him by his chest. He got a hold of both of my wrists and pinned them over my head. I tried to struggle out of his hold but it only made him tighten his hold.

Then, the whole corridor became rowdy as others who walked the pathway stared and chattered wondering what was happening. "Come on Jack.. I .. I am not the… enemy." He struggles and stutters, still having his hand on mine, trying to get out of my grasp. I stared at him intensely and pressed harder on his neck before I abruptly let go of him. He crashed on the floor and had his hands on his neck trying to gasp for air. He rolled from one end to the other before he got up from the floor. There was still indistinct chatter behind us as prying eyes still had their mouths active.

Sarah screamed, "Charles, what are you trying to do? Let me go. Let me go!" She struggled and pushed him but failed because Charles was now drunk and a lot stronger than she was. Charles restrained her with even more force. Her jacket was torn off along with her suit dress, both of which were no longer wearable. Despite her struggles, he removed all of her clothes except her underwear and knickers. Her chest, however, was now also half-exposed from the struggle.

"Vacate the coordinate! My system demands an immediate return to my residence!" The exact millisecond my spine achieved a partial vertical alignment as I attempted to scramble from the bedding, Mr. Jefri unleashed a violent downward thrust, detonating my shoulder blades flat against the mattress once more. He dropped his knees to anchor a dominant, locked stance directly straddling the perimeter of my thighs, his fingers moving with practiced, mechanical speed to loosen the knot of his necktie before callously discarding his high-grade tailored suit jacket onto the flooring. "Banish the delusion that your frame will be permitted to execute an evacuation from this sector so easily."