Absolute Despair Detention Club

"Absolute Despair Restraint Club" This is a luxurious, high-end private club. As its name suggests, the Absolute Despair Restraint Club's primary service offers extreme, despair-inducing restraints, designed to satisfy the most insane desires within some individuals. Their offerings are diverse, ranging from short-term to long-term engagements, and there are even rumors of some individuals being permanently held within. However, one thing is certain: the Absolute Despair Restraint Club is incredibly reliable. They strictly adhere to the terms of their contracts and their logical extensions, which is the main reason for their consistently excellent reputation. ... Ling Zi sat on a bench on the bustling commercial street, her gaze fixed on the information displayed on her phone screen, oblivious to the occasional glances cast her way. Her attire today was casual, a combination of hot pants and a white shirt that accentuated her delicate features, making her look exceptionally refined. The thigh-high black stockings added a touch of perfectly judged sexiness to this ensemble. Wherever she went, her beauty was enough to attract a throng of admirers, driving them wild. But here, these were not the reasons she drew so much attention. The true reason she was being watched by so many passersby was singular – she was not restrained. Ling Zi knew very well that this commercial street was centered around various elements of restraint. Naturally, being unrestrained here meant she was temporarily free. And in the eyes of experienced sadists, "free" was practically synonymous with "available for some loving attention." This wasn't her first time on this street, and she understood its vibe. If it were any other time, she might not have minded engaging in a playful session with someone at a restraint café. Catarina, her childish thoughts exposed, felt another wave of shame. Even Thesia, with her eccentric personality and aggressive demeanor, couldn't help but let out a laugh as she pulled the corset's V-shaped laces taut with all her might. "Heh, I didn't realize you were such a naive child. I don't dislike the tough-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside type." Following that, she slapped a hand onto Catarina's buttocks, which were now more pronounced from the leather straps. She mused, "Hmm... I'll put a gag on you first, so you don't blurt out any more words." Thesia unbuckled the straps of the horse-bit gag one by one, until it could no longer maintain its shape and became a shapeless mass. Then, she forcefully shoved the metal bar, covered in thick silicone, into Catarina's mouth. "This horse-bit harness is for you to get accustomed to. In a couple of days, you'll be fitted with a more comfortable composite gag that won't press on the corners of your mouth." She said this with a relaxed air, her fingers moving without pause, expertly pulling the straps of the gag over the head, around the sides of the face, and tightening them at the back of the head before fastening them. "Since this is just for acclimatization, it won't restrict your vision. But you must have seen the high-class ponies when you arrived; they undergo blindfold training." The complex horse-bit gag was like a toy in her hands. Soon, the chin strap was pulled over the head and secured, preventing the wearer from opening their mouth. The leather extensions, wrapped in iron, were adjusted to rest on either side of the eye sockets. In an instant, Catarina found her peripheral vision gone, able to see only what was directly in front of her. Her entire field of vision had narrowed considerably. "However, there will be some restriction on your hearing. Following commands to walk is a mandatory lesson for ponies, and you won't escape it. Today is mainly about letting you adapt to your role; training hasn't begun yet." Finally, Thesia fixed a pair of exquisitely crafted leather attachments, shaped like horse ears, to the left and right of the crown of the head. Far from being out of place, they exuded a fetishistic charm, serving as the perfect finishing touch. Having completed this, she glanced at the pile of props, which had only been reduced by half. "You didn't think that was all, did you?" "There's still a whole bunch of props I haven't put on you yet." "When you come to the canine and feline zone, you should dress up like a cute kitty, right~?" After handling the electronic entry ticket, Sailuo gave a gentle tug on the leash in her hand, urging the reluctant maid to follow her pace. Who made these rules...! Shinji grumbled inwardly, but he obediently followed along. What else could he do at this point? Get punished again? Or be thrown into the zone and turned into a pet? "And these thin, stiletto heels aren't just for show. It's a miracle I can even walk steadily... Sigh, is this something to be proud of...?" Completely numb with shame, Shinji had no other recourse but to distract himself by letting his thoughts wander. "Hey, look, that one over there is your fate." Shortly after entering the zone, Sailuo slowed her pace and nudged Shinji with her elbow. "...?" Shinji instinctively followed her gaze, then quickly averted his eyes, looking elsewhere. Sailuo was pointing towards a temporarily set-up glass enclosure. It was lined with thick, plush padding, contained a small den about chest height for a normal person, and was furnished with cozy furniture, bathed in warm lighting. The problem lay with the person confined within the cage. It was clearly a tourist, forced into a white latex kneeling dog suit. There were no visible openings anywhere on their body. Their limbs were contorted and folded, and their head was covered in latex, with only micro-perforations allowing for breathing and observation of the outside world. "It" lay on the ground, struggling relentlessly against the latex encasing its body. But every tourist and guide present knew that such an effort was futile. "Its cage is one-way transparent, so the person inside doesn't know what's happening outside. I doubt it even knows it's on display," Sailuo said casually, as if she were a genuine tour guide, but Shinji understood her meaning. "If you don't behave, that will be your fate too."

"This little thing is probably badmouthing me, isn't she?" What she didn't know was that Lahtia could actually guess her true reactions, but no one cared about the thoughts of a latex doll. A minute later, the two arrived in a room that had been specially cleared out. There was no extra furniture here, only a cage, a sofa, and a full-length mirror. It was somewhat spartan, but it was perfectly adequate as a resting room for the latex canary. "I don't need to tell you, do I? Kneel." Wendy expertly placed one leg on the edge of the sofa, assuming a half-kneeling posture, waiting for today's restraints to be applied. Compared to her first experience, she now not only had to wear specially made figure-eight leather hobbles on her thighs and calves, but also an additional pair of identical hobbles between her knees for reinforcement. This not only prevented her legs from being separated but also made it incredibly difficult to move or attempt to lift her thighs. In addition, the hand restraints used during placement had also been changed. Instead of inflatable disabling gloves, a combination of regular long-sleeved disabling gloves and single hand mitts was used, leaving no possibility of escape from the fingers to the entire arm. Both Wendy and Lahtia were familiar with these strict restraints. One accepted them silently, while the other quickly applied them. In just over ten minutes, the latex doll was completely immobilized, like a statue kneeling on the sofa. "Alright, today's new prop is this~" To allow people to clearly see the newly added restraint prop, Lahtia deliberately did not add an eye mask to the latex hood, only securing the gag to prevent the doll from expressing useless opinions. "Mmph...!" Wendy reacted almost immediately, struggling violently as if she were extremely resistant to the bizarre-looking prop. It was a neck brace, or rather, the complete version of a forced posture collar. It was made of latex, metal, and leather, with countless metal ribs supporting the entire structure from the inside. It extended down to the shoulders and covered half of the face. This alone was enough to restrict the head and neck, let alone the iron rod on the front that was not yet fully secured. Undoubtedly, for anyone restrained, having their head movement restricted would be a desperate experience. "Miss Wendy, you should know that resistance is futile." Unfortunately, no matter how Wendy twisted her small shoulders or moved her slender arms, she was still unable to contend with the tough leather and latex. The secure restraints not only restricted her body but also imprisoned her will, truly turning her into a latex doll with no power whatsoever. The so-called rest time was merely a trap set by Lahtia to wear down her resistance, gradually making her realize that during this half-year period, her "master's" commands were absolute. "Alright, it's time for your rest."

"Gonna restrain me again...?" Lingzi hesitated slightly, but ultimately chose to trust the other person, or rather, trust the Absolute Despair Restraint Club, and obediently clasped her arms behind her back. "Such a good girl." Jing first unfurled a single-hand restraint, sliding it through the gap between Lingzi's arms and waist, adjusting its position and angle before pulling the zipper up with one hand while securing the zipper head with the other. This club-exclusive restraint featured a two-layer fastening system. After pulling the zipper to its end, Jing removed the zipper head and threaded a red elastic cord through the outer holes of the restraint, forming a diamond-shaped net. She then yanked the cord taut, stretching the material to its limit, tied a knot, and completed the fastening. The remaining steps were straightforward. Similar to other single-hand restraints, Jing only needed to cross two fastening straps around Lingzi's upper arms over her chest to finish the entire process. Its most unique feature was that the end was not sealed, leaving the wearer's hands exposed. It was obvious that this was specifically designed for latex dolls equipped with inflatable incapacitation gloves. "Mmm... So tight!" The combined effect of latex, zippers, and the elasticity of the cord created an unnaturally tight restraint, forcing Lingzi's elbows together, leaving no room between them. She should have felt discomfort, or at least some nervousness, but in reality, she felt a thrill, a sense of comfort, and even a desire to cheer. From the beginning of the game until now, this was the first time she had experienced such a degree of restraint. While the sensory deprivation had been thorough, it hadn't directly restricted her limbs. The single-hand restraint, however, fulfilled a deep-seated desire within her. In simpler terms, masochists often secretly enjoy themselves when they're struggling... However, this was still not the full form of the single-hand restraint. Because the hand portions were open, it was prone to shifting up and down when struggling. While not enough to break free, it did create a sensory deficit. "Now this is what I call a complete restraint~ It should be this thoughtful." To address this issue, Jing produced two Y-shaped straps designed by the club. She attached them to the four buckles at the end of the single-hand restraint and the D-rings located below the inflation ports of the incapacitation gloves. This way, no matter how hard Lingzi struggled, the single-hand restraint could not shift. Furthermore, because the straps were connected to the D-rings, she couldn't even separate her hands. "We still have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves~ It's only been half an hour, after all." With heightened excitement, Jing embraced the latex doll's waist again, murmuring almost inaudibly, leaving a deep, burning kiss mark on the smooth, clean latex surface. "My little plaything~" Sere smiled and patted Shi Yi's head, then produced a full-body catsuit made entirely of leather. Grabbing Shi Yi by the ankles, she began to pull it on. "Cooperate with me, or you know what will happen." "Mmm..." The moment her skin touched the leather, Shi Yi recoiled and had no choice but to obey. She straightened her knee in the direction of Sere's fingers, until her entire thigh was inside, then switched to the other leg. The process wasn't easy. She could feel that the catsuit was deliberately made a size too small for her measurements. The leather pressed against every part of her body, but not to the point of pain. It was clear that the purpose of this design was to restrict her movement. "Just like the restraint suit I put on you before, this one is also thickened. However, it's not as thick as that one, otherwise, you'd look a bit plump... Hmm, you're too thin. While you feel good to the touch, you'll need to gain some weight to become more sensual later." *I'm cute, okay...!?* Shi Yi's silent protest was cut short as she froze, losing all inclination to think such thoughts. She had heard a sentence. "But that will be at least a week from now. At the very least, because I want you to challenge yourself with the longest duration of restrained helplessness." Sere said as she guided Shi Yi's hands into the sleeves of the leather catsuit. Her movements were swift. After dealing with the most troublesome limbs, she quickly forced a zipperless, one-piece hood over Shi Yi's face, then zipped up the main body of the catsuit from behind and fastened the four wide, heavy straps, completely eliminating any possibility of escape. "Mmm...!?" By the time Shi Yi snapped out of her daze, it was already too late. Her body was sealed within the leather once more. Even though there was no actual restraint this time, her movements were still extremely difficult because the leather was not as soft as latex. More importantly, only after the suit was fully on did she realize that the hand portions of the catsuit were designed as incapacitation gloves. The thick, padded leather forced her fingers into a curled position, making direct contact with the outside world difficult. Additionally, sturdy metal plates were embedded between the leather at the soles of her feet, forcing her to keep her toes pointed and preventing her from walking. "I hope you have fun, my dear..."