By StyleMe

Chapter 6: Final adjustments

One day when the voice woke me up as usual, everything was different. The chair was gone. There were just two chains hanging from the ceiling with some kind of handcuffs attached. With the announcement, ‘Get hands into shackles for final adjustments.’ The tingling in my crotch increased again. Like a robot I balanced on my heels to the chains and put my hands through the cuffs. As I had expected, the cuffs locked me in immediately and the chains were pulled up until my arms were stretched high in the air and wide apart.

Silence.

There I was standing. In a totally different, but still vulnerable position. My arms and heeled feet hurt.

For the first time since I was imprisoned the metal door at the other end of the room suddenly opened slowly. In came Dave wearing the same horny outfit like the day he had kidnapped me. He was also carrying a suitcase, smiled at me and said:

‘Hello Steve, nice to meet you again! Obviously my project has succeeded so far. You’re still alive, healthy and hopefully horny. I can tell you that today is your final day in this dungeon. The Masters can’t wait to see the results. I’m here to do the final adjustments that will introduce you into your old world, but new life.’

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