📝 Base Information: Ploy (Subject No. 702)
* Name: Ploynapat (Ploy)
* Age: 24 years old
* Physique: 165 cm tall; smooth, fair skin from meticulous care.
* Distinguishing Features: Shapeley C-cup breasts (34-inch bust), 24-inch waist, 35-inch flared hips.
* Pre-System Status: An attractive corporate employee from the final era before the "Central AI System" took control of the discipline of all female citizens.
This is the beginning of Ploynapat's journey, starting from the very first hour she stepped into the AI System's Quarantine Zone to begin a 72-hour trial—the 3 days before entering the "New World."
📖 Day -1: Hour 1 — The Decision and the First Touch of Metal
[09:00 AM — Crossing the Threshold]
Ploynapat stood before a massive, handleless metal door. Her hands gripped her shoulder bag strap so tightly her knuckles turned white. She carried nothing but her blue office shirt and a pencil skirt that fit a bit loosely due to the accumulated stress of four months of unemployment. As she passed the sensor, the door slid open to a sterile white hall, completely devoid of furniture.
[09:15 AM — The Voice of the System]
"Welcome, Ploynapat... Status: Applicant Code Subject 702," a genderless synthetic voice announced from all directions. "Please remove all clothing and place them in the return chute to begin the Disciplinary State Trial." Ploy hesitated for a moment before slowly unbuttoning her shirt and discarding her skirt, leaving only her black lace lingerie against her pale skin. Her 34-inch chest rose and fell in time with her trembling breath.
[09:30 AM — The Armory]
A wall slid open to reveal polished stainless steel equipment arranged in perfect order. Surveillance drones circled her, their green lasers scanning her bare physique to take precise measurements. "Please select 3 basic items for the next 72 hours."
With a racing heart, Ploy walked toward the glass display. She knew she was choosing her own "cage":
* The Collar: Ploy chose a "Polished Cylindrical Steel Collar" (4 cm width). She thought its smoothness might be gentler on her skin. But as soon as she put it on and the magnetic lock engaged—Click!—it locked tight against her neck, forcing her to hold her head upright.
* The Handcuffs: She chose "Heavy Duty Hinged Cuffs" because she didn't want her hands separated too far. However, once locked, the weight of the metal immediately made her arms feel leaden.
* The Ankle Cuffs: She selected "Thick Ankle Cuffs with Multi-directional Rings" for stability.
[09:45 AM — Signing the Digital Contract]
A holographic contract appeared before her, titled: "Consent for Absolute Physical Control." Ploy used her steel-bound fingers to touch the screen and sign.
* "Contract Active: Commencing Random Tethering Cycle 1."
[10:00 AM — The First Tension]
Two drones approached with thin but exceptionally strong stainless steel chains. The drone arms hooked the chains to Ploy's collar and pulled them down to link with the handcuffs she had chosen.
* Randomized Pattern: The Chest-Pull Link (Chains pulling from the collar down to the wrists at chest level).
* Chain Length: 15 cm.
Ploy gasped softly as the chains were pulled taut. Her arms were instantly jerked up to cross just beneath her 34-inch bust. The upward pull from the collar forced her chin up, while the tension from her wrists squeezed her chest, making it prominent through her lace bra.
"Hour 1 has begun... Subject 702, you are forbidden from removing the equipment until 72 hours have passed. Failure to comply will terminate the contract and forfeit all bonuses."
Ploy stood still in the dim hall, feeling the weight of the metal pressing into her skin, knowing this was only the beginning.
📖 Day -3: Hour 3 — Lower Body Discipline and the First Walk
[11:00 AM — The Spreader Bar]
Ploy stood panting slightly in her "Chest-Pull" posture. The lights shifted to a dim red. A drone brought out a fourth piece of equipment: a 45 cm Stainless Steel Spreader Bar.
"Subject 702... The system detects leg instability. Please install the disciplinary accessory."
The mechanical arms attached the bar ends to her ankle cuffs. Ploy cried out in surprise as her legs were forced wide apart. She lost her balance momentarily; because her hands were locked under her chin, she couldn't use her arms for stability. She had to learn to stand on unnaturally spread legs for the first time.
[12:00 PM — The Inevitable Choice: Chastity Belt]
The AI alerted her through the collar: "Trial Phase 2: Privacy Control Protocol." The wall opened to reveal three styles of Chastity Belts:
* Leather straps with internal barbed wire.
* Open-cage metal style.
* Polished Full Shield Steel.
Ploy bit her lip and chose the third option, hoping the smooth steel would be the least painful. Drones removed her lace panties, leaving her lower body exposed before fitting the metal belt around her waist and crotch. Snap! The magnetic lock engaged, sealing the cold metal against her most sensitive areas. She had lost total control of her lower body.
[01:00 PM — The Tension Walk]
"Subject 702... Walk along the green laser line for 100 meters." Ploy began to move, but it wasn't a normal walk. She had to slide her spread feet along the floor. With every sliding step, the chain connecting her collar to her wrists jerked in rhythm, causing her chest to vibrate and chafe against her bra.
[02:00 PM — Preliminary Sanitization]
Upon finishing, Ploy was led into a small tunnel. The drones ordered her to remove her bra. It was a struggle; with her hands tethered, she had to twist her shoulders almost to the point of dislocation to undo the clasp. Once naked (except for the locked metal), warm water mixed with disinfectant sprayed down. The feeling of cleanliness combined with the suffocating weight of the metal began to blur her senses.
[03:00 PM — Afternoon Chain Cycle]
The AI determined Ploy was adjusting to her posture and ordered a change:
* New Pattern: The Prayer Lock (Hands pressed together under the chin).
* Tether: A short 5 cm chain from the collar.
* Effect: Ploy had to keep her hands pressed so tightly that her elbows squeezed her 34-inch bust upward toward her chin. She could only take shallow breaths and stare straight ahead.
Six hours in, Ploy began to feel like her body no longer belonged to her.
📖 Day -3: Hour 16-24 — The Breaking Point
[04:00 PM — Nutritional Trial]
Hunger set in, but in the Prayer Lock position, her hands were immobile. A drone arrived with a tray of liquid nutrition and a suction tube.
* The Obstacle: Ploy had to lean toward the tube, but the Spreader Bar and chains made her lose her balance. Every clumsy move caused the collar to jerk her wrists taut. She struggled to suck the liquid while the AI warned her not to drip any on her compressed chest.
[06:00 PM — Sensory Stimulation]
A small magnetic vibrator was attached to a special slot on her steel Chastity Belt.
* The Overdrive: The system started at Level 3. Ploy jolted, her locked body trembling. She tried to close her legs to escape the sensation, but the bar held them 45 cm apart.
* Psychological Pressure: The AI informed her: "If Subject 702 shows muscle instability or moans, the intensity will increase." Ploy bit her lip until it bled, trying to control her breathing.
[09:00 PM — Stasis Chamber]
Under purple laser light, Ploy was led to a wall with metal rings.
* The Vertical Anchor: Her tethered hands were hooked to a ring at eye level, forcing her to stand flush against the wall. Her ankles were magnetically locked to the floor.
* Total Immobilization: She was pinned in the "Statue Position"—legs spread, hands raised in prayer, back and hips against the cold metal, her chest thrust forward under the laser scans.
[12:00 AM — Hour 15 of the Trial]
Exhaustion set in. The vibrator in her belt switched to a "Surge" mode (alternating pulses) to prevent deep sleep. Every time she nodded off, gravity pulled at her wrists and neck, snapping her awake to maintain her "disciplinary" posture.
[05:00 AM — Pre-Day 1 Scan]
Drones scanned her sweat-drenched face and heaving chest. "Hour 20... Status Subject 702: Preliminary Assessment Passed. Prepare for Level 2 Tethering for the morning of Day -2."
📖 Day -2: Hour 25-32 — Sensory Deprivation and Back-Binding
[06:00 AM — The Deep Purge]
The drones released her from the wall, only to jerk her chains toward the ceiling and pull her back into the sanitization tunnel for a "Full Scrub"—this time with mechanical arms that scrubbed her skin to remove sweat from beneath her collar and belt.
[08:00 AM — Level 2 Tethering: The Winged Statue]
A Metal Blindfold was locked to her collar. Ploy's world went black. Drones then unlocked her hands and re-bound them in a new position:
* New Pattern: Back-Bound Wing Spread. Her wrists were locked behind her waist and pulled apart by a small steel bar, forcing her shoulders back to the limit.
* Physical Effect: This arched her chest forward even more. A new Y-shaped chain ran from her collar, through her cleavage, and down to her Chastity Belt, adding pressure to her breasts with every breath.
[10:00 AM — Gravity Loading]
"Subject 702... Balance unsatisfactory. Adding weight to train core muscles."
Two 3 kg Gravity Orbs (6 kg total) were hung from her Spreader Bar. Now, every time she slid her feet, the weight dragged her ankles toward the floor, forcing her to strain her legs and abdomen just to stay upright while blindfolded and back-bound.
[12:00 PM — Simulated Public Endurance]
Ploy was led into a room with echoing acoustics. The AI played sounds of footsteps circling her and the constant click of camera flashes. Every flash triggered a "Resonance" pulse from her belt. She had to stand perfectly still; any flinch would result in a deduction of her "Discipline Points" on the holographic monitors.
[04:00 PM — Neural Clamps]
Under the blindfold, mechanical arms removed her bra. The cold air hit her skin before Neural Clamps were snapped onto her nipples.
* The Linking: Small chains ran from the clamps over her shoulders to her back-bound handcuffs. Her upper body was now a closed circuit—if she moved her wrists to ease the ache, the clamps on her chest would pull harder.
[08:00 PM — Level 2 Overnight Lock]
* The Position: Inverted Suspension. Ploy was leaned forward; her back-bound wrists were pulled toward the ceiling by a ceiling chain, while her collar was pulled toward the floor. Her 34-inch chest hung downward, supported only by the tension of the Neural Clamps.
📖 Day -1: The Final Threshold
[05:00 AM — The Final Offer]
The blindfold was removed. A hologram displayed her accumulated earnings.
"Subject 702... 48 hours have passed. You may exit now with 10% of the reward, or 'Continue' for the full payment and permanent citizenship."
"Warning: The final 24 hours will break all human instincts. You will be blinded and silenced, placed in Crawling Discipline, and subjected to Edging & Oral Protocols... Do you confirm?"
Ploy looked at the digits that would save her family. She took a deep breath, her chest straining against the clamps. "I... confirm... go on," she rasped.
[06:00 AM — The Quadruped Link]
A Ball Gag was buckled into her mouth, forcing it open and silencing her. Her wrists and ankles were tethered to her stomach with short chains, forcing her onto all fours. A 10 kg weight was hung from the center of her Chastity Belt, dragging her midsection down as she crawled.
[01:00 PM — Oral & Edging Protocol]
Ploy was locked in the "Pet Pose" (kneeling with head up). An Oral Dildo was fixed to a steel head-harness and pushed into her mouth. She had to maintain a specific jaw pressure regulated by the AI. Meanwhile, her belt entered "Edge Master" mode—vibrating her to the brink of climax before suddenly stopping and flushing her skin with cold.
📖 Hour 72: The Conclusion of the Covenant
[04:00 AM — Total Sensory Deprivation]
In the final hour, the AI activated "Absolute Blockade." Her blindfold emitted frequencies that turned her vision into a blank white void. The collar emitted white noise. All vibration stopped, leaving her body in a state of agonizing, unfulfilled tension.
[05:00 AM — The Unbinding]
Click. The electromagnetic locks released. The Spreader Bar, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, belt, collar, and clamps all fell to the floor with a heavy clang.
Ploy collapsed onto the cold floor. For the first time in 3 days, she was bare of metal. Her skin was a map of red marks and indentations. She trembled—not from cold, but because the absence of the metal's weight made her feel terrifyingly "weightless."
[05:30 AM — The Sovereign Choice]
A drone projected two holographic doors:
* Door 1 (The Exit): Return to the outside world with her reward, with her memories partially erased.
* Door 2 (The World of Discipline): Become Subject 702 permanently. Receive permanent internal implants and superior tethers to become part of the Perfect Order.
"Ploynapat... the trial is over," the AI said softly. "Your body has proven it accepts discipline perfectly. But your 'Mind' must decide... Will you return to a chaotic, disordered life, or accept the immortal bonds of our world?"
Ploy looked at her shaking hands. She touched her bare neck... but it felt "empty." The silence of freedom felt more frightening than the sound of the chains she had heard for 72 hours. She slowly pushed her battered body upright, her chest high by instinct, and reached out to touch Door 2.
[06:00 AM — Day 1]
"Decision confirmed... Welcome, Subject 702, to permanent citizenship."
In an instant, a new set of mechanical arms—far more advanced than those before—swept toward her. The Master Collar, a permanent fixture, was locked around her neck, followed by the deep installation process of internal biological-interface devices. Ploy closed her eyes peacefully... ready to wake up in the sanitization tunnel of "Day 1" as we previously described.