Women's Bondage Prison, Lucy Intake

Note: This is a work of fiction for adults only

Lucy paced the small prison cell as she tried to comprehend the events that had landed her in this plight. The echoes of her high heels clicking on the stone floor were matched by the clinking of her ankle chains that limited her pacing to small, dainty steps. A cold breeze from the barred window high on the back wall of her cell fluttered her skimpy prison skirt. They had not issued her panties and her naked pussy felt the breeze, as what they called a "skirt" was no more than a four-inch wide ruffled wrap of sheer cloth that hugged her hips and covered nothing of her most intimate flesh. Lucy had seen wide belts that covered more and to call this a skirt when her clean-shaven pussy and ass were on full display was ridiculous! But the breeze not only landed on her naked flesh below but also exposed her perky red nipples above.

Lucy had not been issued a shirt but rather a quarter cup bra-like garment that lifted and pushed up together her already ample breasts. Exposed like this, Lucy had been told that all recently arrested and pre-transport suspects were clothed in this manner to ensure security. Virtually naked, Lucy agreed she could hide nothing on her body in this uniform but had tried to explain she had nothing to hide. Having been stripped and searched before, she was already helpless and clearly hiding nothing. When they issued her a prison black-and-white striped pillbox hat that matched the coloring of her skirt and bra, she had protested further. But threatening looks from her jailer quickly ensured she pinned the dainty hat to her long and flowing brown hair. She supposed the striped stockings and towering high heels they also forced her to wear were less bad in comparison to the rest of this uniform.

As the breeze again rustled the smooth flesh of her pussy, Lucy tried to think how she could escape this situation. Her thoughts flashed back to the mistakes that had led her to this cell, this skimpy prison uniform, and ongoing horrors. Not long before, Lucy was a bright adult student at her university taking on an aggressive course of studies on ancient religions. She had been so focused on her studies that she had shrugged off frequent passes from suitors. They came too often for her liking and she feared they were due more to her striking good looks than an appreciation for herself as a person. Lucy knew she was fortunate to have such tall legs, a slender waist, exaggerated breasts, gentle face, and long flowing brown hair. But she was more embarrassed of her looks as they attracted attention she did not want! She worried people would not credit her for her scholarship and instead only her looks, and so took efforts to dress down. Around campus she wore baggy clothes and sweaters and sometimes even eyeglasses with no prescription lenses to attract less attention. She never would have even imagined wearing her current prison uniform, let alone that anyone would force her into such exposed clothing with her pussy and nipples on full display.

The trouble for Lucy started when she began to pursue the university prize. To win the prize, she made a plan to travel abroad and visit Country A where she could conduct new work at the shrines of the ancient religion she studied. Country A was far away from home and across an ocean, but safe enough that travel was easily arranged. Lucy stayed in a large city there and her local guide took her to fascinating sites in the immediate countryside. Being a foreigner Lucy was even more careful to dress down and give few clues to her hidden beauty. A week into her stay, Lucy encountered a local who told her of even more amazing shrines to visit not so far away. Lucy did not need to visit them but the desire to go beyond what was necessary to win drove her to reach these newly learned-of sites. Lucy talked to her guide who agreed and the next day they set out towards those seldom visited locations. Several hours into the car ride through rocky deserts the trouble began.

A military jeep had appeared from nowhere and pulled over Lucy and the driver. The driver looked confused but stopped the car as the jeep pulled up. When asked for papers, Lucy handed over her passport and letter of welcome. A wave of hatred crossed the soldier's face as in a flash Lucy realized something was very wrong. The driver had somehow gone south which was the direction everyone knew to never go as the border with Country B there in the south was feared. How Lucy had not noticed they were heading south was a mystery as she was sure the car was traveling north too. Both the driver and Lucy were handcuffed and placed in the back of the jeep. Lucy had tried to protest but her pleas were ignored.

Lucy shuddered as she recalled what she knew of country B. It was a poor country, despised across the world as they were widely known to violate human rights without regard for modern morals. Last year a story made the news of a young woman who escaped and told her misadventures. The newspapers had not printed the details but Lucy had been curious, so sought out the lurid details through online sleuthing. The girl had been kept in a leather bondage harness and forced to eat and drink through a dildo in her prison cell. To earn the right to this food, she was made to perform perverse acts of pleasuring herself or other prisoners. During the days she was forced to work at a loom powered by the pumping of her bare pussy on a dildo that served to regulate the speed. How she escaped was unclear but the story had given Lucy chills!

Lucy never had time for relationships but knew she was excited by bondage. The story of this girl from Country B terrified her but aroused more gentle fantasies she always had hidden. She always imagined the thrill of being handcuffed by an imaginary boyfriend and ordered to expose herself to him. Her shame at having such a figure and large breasts was banished by this fantasy as the control of her body was no longer her own. She sometimes imagined this imagery boyfriend ordering her to open her mouth as he stuffed a large ball gag between her gaping teeth. No longer able to protest, Lucy was free to allow herself to abandon her shame and embrace her hidden desires.

The closest Lucy came to her fantasy was once, when she attended a Halloween party, dressed as a prisoner. Her black-and-white striped outfit was not overly revealing but showed off more curves than her daily dress. Lucy had attached one end of toy handcuffs to her left wrist and matched the outfit with heels. Her friends all made the same jokes about her being a bad girl tonight and needing to be tied up or spanked and Lucy made sarcastic faces back at them in reply. Nothing happened at the party but when Lucy came home she found her panties wet with excitement of living even a sliver of her fantasy. Now handcuffed in this jeep, Lucy wondered if she would be tied up or spanked tonight?

When the jeep arrived at some type of fortress, Lucy was led into one wing and the driver another. She never saw the driver again, and found herself locked in a small room. After what may have been hours, the door opened and a soldier told her to remove all her clothing. Lucy protested at the request as the order was given again. The soldier called for help and within seconds Lucy felt hands yanking, then scissors cutting off her clothing. In a few seconds she was stark naked as the soldiers gasped at her beautiful body, no longer disguised by her baggy outfit. They were not used to seeing a young woman of her looks in their remote outpost. Lucy used one arm to cover her breasts and another her pussy but it was of little use with such large breasts. One soldier pulled out a camera phone and started to take pictures. Lucy spun around but realized she was now exposing her bare ass and so dropped to the floor and tried to curl up in a ball. This led to howls of laughter as her bare pussy was clearly exposed between her legs and Lucy raced to cover it with the hand not protecting her breasts.

Lucy's plight ended as she was forced into an interrogation room, dragged there by a soldier. The room was bare apart from a metal desk and two seats. One seat was different and featured what Lucy could clearly see was a large dildo protruding straight upwards. The soldiers gestured her to this cruel seat and again Lucy refused. The dildo was too tall and wide for any woman to fit inside her and Lucy could not imagine it inside of herself. But it soon was inside of her as the soldiers lifted Lucy up and impaled her onto the massive dildo. Lucy did not register how quickly it happened but felt the locking of ankle cuffs bolted to the floor and a collar around her neck that was chained to the back of the chair. The width and depth of the dildo led Lucy to immediately lift herself off this unwanted intruder but her collar and ankle cuffs only allowed her to lift her pussy a few inches up and not enough for freedom. As she sank back on the massive shaft she now felt its girth force her labia lips even more apart and its depth penetrate her inner self.

Lucy was left - alone and impaled - for some time before the commander entered. Lucy protested the grave injustice and dishonor as she covered each of her massive breasts with her unshackled hands. The commander gestured to her spread pussy and the moisture around the base of the dildo that had resulted in Lucy trying to force herself off this intruder. Lucy's face flushed with shame as she expressed the outrage of her treatments and the blatant violations of her rights. She moved her hands to cover her pussy and the base of the intruding dildo, but quickly realized this left her ample breasts exposed. The commander resolved the issue by handcuffing her slender wrists behind the chair, leaving Lucy fully exposed. Lucy broke down and started to sob as her helplessness became clear. Before this hour she had never never seen a dildo and now she found herself forced to ride a massive one while baring her large breasts in a remote military outpost.

The commander interrupted her sobs and yelled that she was charged with entering the country illegally, of bringing illegal drugs into the country, and even worse of carrying letters for the freedom fighters trying to overthrow the government. Lucy stopped sobbing to protest and explained she had no idea what the last two charges referred to. The commander pulled out a bag of drugs and a long letter which Lucy had never seen. Her mind flashed to the driver and she wondered if he had taken her south in an effort to sell these drugs and deliver this secret letter? But it did not matter as the charges were all on Lucy and the commander told her she would have to face trial for her grave crimes. Lucy had enough sense to demand to speak to the ambassador but this only prompted the commander to laugh as he reminded Lucy that her country had broken off diplomatic ties with his. But he indicated that Lucy could speak to the ambassador of an intermediate country as a gesture that Country B still respected law and order. With the dido stretching her vagina, Lucy wondered what law and order meant here but was thankful for any help.

Lucy must have spent half a day bound to the dildo chair awaiting the ambassador. With her hands cuffed behind her back, her collar chained to the back of the chair, ankles chained to the floor, and the massive dildo in the chair impaling her, Lucy had no means to find modesty. Even her breathing caused the massive dildo to shift inside of her and no position on the chair could relieve the swelling of her labia lips around the thick base of the intruder. To lessen the suffering, Lucy recalled her gentle bondage fantasies and imagined if a boyfriend would ever bound her like this. She pretended her lover had ordered her to mount the chair and spread her pussy between the dildo for his pleasure. He ordered her to wear metal shackles on her wrists and ankles and a thick collar around her neck. He ordered her to thrust her massive breasts forward and force her rosy red nipples erect while she was made to pleasure herself on the massive dildo. She imagined him smiling with his own pleasure as she abandoned herself to the shame of her bondage and emitted a low moan as she felt her pussy begin to rhythmically gyrate against the dildo deep inside her.

During such a low moan that was actually very loud, Lucy heard the interrogation door open as a man in a neatly-pressed suit entered. Lucy flushed in shame and stopped her gyrations on the dildo as she panicked at such a humiliating way to meet the ambassador. The ambassador did not seem concerned and sat down across from Lucy and explained the facts as if she was a woman dressed in a business suit meeting in a fancy office, not a naked and chained beautiful woman who had been just pleasuring herself on an oversized dildo.

The facts were simple in that the ambassador said her country understood her plight but was unable to help right now. The abuses were already well known, and he recalled the case of the escaped girl Lucy already knew about. While her country was not willing to create a conflict given the profitable trade and desire to avoid a war, he explained that they were aware of several other girls in her plight. He was seeking to build a base for action and assured Lucy that he was sure diplomacy would lead to her release within two years. In the meantime, he suggested she comply with the rules of Country B, even if cruel or crude, as he had seen many girls who complied be released quickly. He told her that their harsh justice and lack of modern sexual enlightenment, as she found herself currently experiencing on this chair, were normal in Country B. But he did assure her they never hurt anyone. Still, the drugs and revolutionary charges against her would take tremendous work on his part to overcome. He again asked Lucy how she had made such a clear mistake in driving south right across the border and wondered how she had not seen so many warning signs to turn back. With that he left the room and Lucy found herself alone on the chair and impaled on the dildo.

Later Lucy was taken back to her cell and given her skimpy uniform in which she paced while recalling these recent events. As the breeze continued to flutter her skirt, tickle her pussy, and keep her nipples perky, she thought of simply removing these revealing clothes but recalled the words of the ambassador. When more guards came to look at her and take photos, Lucy forced herself to not cover her breasts or pussy and instead did as directed and followed their cruel commands. Their favorite pose was with her hands behind her head, with her palms resting just below her prison hat and behind her long brown hair, her breasts thrust forwards, and her legs spread apart as far as her ankle chain permitted to reveal her gaping vagina between spread labia lips. They also forced her to face the back wall and bend down and grasp her spread ankles, revealing both her pussy and anus as well as pendulous breasts hanging straight down. She recalled also being told to squat with her thighs spread wide and hands held below and supported each of her massive breasts.

Lucy was unsure for how long this lasted but grateful to be rewarded with food and water afterwards. Recalling the story of the escaped girl, she was not surprised that her food and water came from a cart parked outside her cell bars from which two large dildos protruded into her prison cell. Sitting on her knees, Lucy was able to suck on the water and food dildos as her hunger and thirst removed any reservations in taking a dildo in her mouth for the first time in her life. To increase the flow of food and water, her hands squeezed the dildos' shafts as her lips sucked deeply on the tips.

The next morning Lucy was led in her uniform to a waiting prison bus. Several other women were led out to the bus and each was beautiful, with ample breasts and long legs, just like Lucy. Lucy was forced onto the bus but noticed no seats. Instead there were just rows of poles on the floor and chains hanging from the ceiling. Lucy was led to a pole as the soldiers attached a textured dildo to the top of the pole and then raised the pole so that the dildo slid into Lucy's pussy. They gripped her wrists and quickly chained them with the shackles hanging from the roof of the bus. With her high heels, Lucy found this one-bar prison in her pussy was surprisingly effective as she could not lift herself off the dildo and any relaxing of her legs would result in deeper penetration. Lucy found it best to keep her long legs close together and touching the pole so as to gain more height, and less invasion by the cruel dildo.

Lucy noticed other similarly bound prisoners wearing the same humiliating outfit as her. Her eyes rested on the woman directly across from her whose long black hair flowed past her shoulders and around her bare breasts. Her prison hat hung at an angle on her head as her bra-like garment forced upwards a pair of breasts that even Lucy admired. Like Lucy, this prisoner's skirt covered nothing and allowed full access to the massive dildo forcing this girl's lower lips apart and invading deep into her pussy. The sheer black-and-white striped stockings and high heels matched Lucy's as this girl's legs also hugged the pole to avoid further penetration. She imagined this girl was also forced to pose for cruel photos yesterday and their shared shame caused each to avoid eye contact.

As the prison bus started to move, Lucy realized the challenge of these desert roads. The constant bumping of the bus over the rough rocky road meant that Lucy could never find solid footing, especially with her high heels. With each bump of the road the dildo went deeper into her pussy and with each dip the dildo came gliding out. Lucy tried to move her legs and dance on her high heels to stop the movements of the dildo but her efforts were in vain. She looked across at the woman with long black hair and saw she had abandoned herself to the ride and was simply riding the dildo for pleasure. Lucy reflected on her plight and lack of control and wondered if she too should abandon herself. She imagined her boyfriend had ordered her to mount this cruel pole despite her pleas of modesty. She imagined him ordering her to spread her labia lips and invite the tip of the dildo in as he gently rubbed her massive breasts. She imagined his command to deeply impale herself and then pleasure herself on this dildo while he watched her humiliation. In and out, he demanded she move faster and thrust deeper as she felt waves of forbidden pleasure flow through her. Waves of wetness flowed down Lucy's legs as low moans of organism emerged not only from her mouth but that of her fellow prisoners on this bus.

Lucy was in such a state when the bus stopped inside the prison walls and a matron boarded. She walked past the rows of crudely bound prisoners and expressed her disgust at their abandonment. Lucy flushed with shame as the matron pointed to the wet pole protruding into her even wetter pussy and now-erect rosy red nipples. With no means to protect her modesty, Lucy tried to explain how this was a cruel situation and she was an unwilling victim. Before she could finish, the matron had forced a large ball gag into Lucy's mouth and moved down the line of prisoners. Lucy had never been gagged before and her howls of outrage emerged as low moans that no-one paid any attention to. Lucy waited an hour on the bus and was released from her bondage by what she assumed to be another prisoner - one with special privileges?

Lucy felt these were bad privileges as the girl assigned to her wore an outfit of skin-tight black latex with holes cut out for her pussy, ass, breasts, mouth, and eyes. This special prisoner wore massive dildo plugs in her pussy, ass, and mouth that protruded beyond each orifice in a most cruel manner. The leather above the neck was clearly a harsh mask that allowed entry for the long dildo gag, small holes for breathing by the nose, and larger holes for the terrified eyes to peer through. The girl's long hair was bound into a high ponytail that emerged through the top of her leather helmet. Her wrists were shackled, with each wrist linked by 6 inches of chain to the nearest nipple ring that hung from her massive breasts, protruding from holes in the latex uniform.

This special prisoner had clearly been bound like this before as she was skilled at moving her large breasts in a fluid motion with her hands to avoid ever tugging on her nipple rings. This special prisoner's ankle shackles drew the most attention from Lucy as there was no simple chain linking the two cuffs. Rather a thin chain ran up from one ankle cuff, through an eyelet in the large dildo stuffed into her vagina, and back down to the other ankle. Lucy understood why this special prisoner took such small shuffling steps as she tried to avoid pulling the massive dildo out of her vagina only to have it rush back in from the elastic cords that held it in place. This poor prisoner wore a number tag hanging from the large metal collar around her neck and Lucy read it as F278DD653C. F278DD653C also sported two bells from each nipple ring that were bound together by a two inch chain threaded through each nipple ring.

Lucy immediately understood the sad look in F278DD653C eyes but could not communicate with her given the large dildo gag forced deep into F278DD65C's mouth and the ball gag currently in her own mouth. F278DD653C was a beautiful woman that Lucy saw her reduced to an object with every sensitive hole deeply plugged, cruel chains pulling on her large nipples and puffy labia, breasts even larger than Lucy's provocatively displayed, and beautiful face locked in a punitive helmet-hood. This thought made Lucy temporarily forget her own plight and stuffed pussy as she hoped to avoid the fate of F278DD653C. F278DD653C was quick to unhinge the dildo in Lucy's pussy and lower the pole while rapidly unlocking her wrists from the cuffs above and taking out the ball gag. Lucy felt glad to be empty of the invader in her pussy and mouth as F278DD653C gestured as best she could with her bound hands that Lucy should exit the prison bus. She escorted Lucy off the bus and into a line with the other prisoners in what appeared to be the main prison yard. F278DD653C then did her best to shuffle away as each step pulled on her vaginal dildo, forcing her to take small but quick steps towards an open door leading into the main prison.

Lucy and the other prisoners were ordered to place their hands behind their heads and thrust out their breasts while spreading their legs. After her recent experiences, the advice of the ambassador, and seeing F278DD653C, Lucy was quick to obey this order that just a few days ago would have been a bad nightmare. As she held this position, she looked around the prison yard and took in her environment. Along one wall she saw a cell block with barred windows facing from the ground level of the yard to at least four stories above. Looking at the barred windows on the yard level, she saw many women prisoners peering out from behind the barred windows at her. They were easy to notice as each wore a black-and-white prison striped pillbox hat, like hers, and its pattern was easy to see against the sandy yard and stained yellow walls of the prison. From each set of bars facing the yard, Lucy could see at least two prisoners looking out of what she assumed was their cell window.

One pair appeared to be clutching the bars with their hands as if for support. But what was of more note on closer inspection were the large red ball-gags worn by each that no other pair of prisoners appeared to be wearing. Lucy focused on this pair of prisoners gazing at her and saw they each flashed their bright white teeth over the top on the shiny red ball-gags that forced their ruby red lips into a stretched circle around the overside intruder. Even with their mouths forced open and tightly sealed by these gags, both girls appeared to gaze at Lucy with pity in their eyes. These two girls had delicate and beautiful faces and Lucy wondered how they could take in such large ball-gags and what else they were forced to wear or take in below their faces which were invisible to her for now.

Lucy's focus on these two prisoners was cut short as she was gestured inside the cell block and towards the intake area. Each prisoner in the line was led to a wooden cross where wrists and ankles were bound, so as to spread-eagle each. Lucy's skimpy skirt, bra, stockings and heels were removed while her hat remained. Lucy tried to understand what was happening but in an instant she felt a sharp pain in each of her nipples and labia lips as they were pierced with a sharp needle. A new latex-bound and -hooded prisoner with a different number, her hair in paired pigtails, emerged and rubbed an ointment across each piercing that soothed the pain. But when this same prisoner next attached small rings through each of the four piercings, Lucy protested and called out. But it was futile and Lucy felt the weight, even if small, of the rings now dangling from her nipples and labia lips. A matron next visited Lucy and gave each new ring a tug to ensure they were well bound to her sensitive flesh.

Now naked apart from her new rings and prison hat, Lucy was given high heels and then unlocked from the cross and led to the intake room. She was led to a wall with a standard prison mugshot background and told to stand upright with her hands placed behind her head. Lucy could not imagine anyone, even the imaginary boyfriend of her fantasies, photographing her like this, but remembered the words of the ambassador and what she had done just yesterday. She recalled the girl who had escaped and committed herself to buying time through temporary compliance.

They handed Lucy a letterboard to hold that had her new prison number on it. But this board was unique in that it had two semicircles cut out on the top for her to force her breasts through. Lucy held the board at the sides after fitting her breasts into each semicircle with the final effect of lifting her breasts and forcing her rosy red nipples straight and forward. After these photos, the letterboard was taken and she was given an even less traditional one. Lucy stood in her high heels and dainty prison hat as she was now forced to support the weight of this new smaller board via chains descending from her new nipple rings. The weight was shocking for Lucy as her breasts adjusted to the weight. The humiliation of her body used to hold up a sign that reduced her to a number and prisoner made her face flush and even more so when she was ordered to place her hands underneath and support her own breasts to ensure the sign was straight and level.

The next humiliation was worse and added to her plight when Lucy was forced to support a second small board, this one only 4 inches by 2 and featuring her prison number, from chains that were suspended from her labia rings. The weight on her labia was new to Lucy and she felt the stretching of her tender flesh there with acute waves of pain. They next forced Lucy to turn around, bend over, and spread her butt-cheeks. Lucy blushed at this request but complied as the shifting weight of the boards supported by her nipple and labia chains made her gasp.

Lucy was thankful as the letter boards chained to her four fresh rings were removed and almost grateful when handed back the board with cutouts for her breasts. She gladly grasped its edges and forced her breasts through each semicircle with renewed enthusiasm to have her nipple and labia rings free. But her relief was temporary as a strange device was rolled up to her. Resembling a clothing rack on wheels but with numerous poles supporting a range of increasingly larger and thicker sizes dildos, Lucy trembled as the first dildo was positioned between her labia lips. With a button press, the guards activated the pole of this smallest dildo to rise, spread her labia lips, and force itself fully into her vagina.

Fully penetrated, Lucy wondered if they planned to leave her like this as she had been bound on the bus ride. But instead the guards called out to move to what they termed "#2" which was a wider and longer dildo. As it was inserted into her pussy, Lucy felt this one more but was able to take it in without great trouble. Lucy found the #3 hard to take and with #4 worried she would be ripped apart as her tender flesh could barely accommodate the massive intruder.

She grimaced as they forced a #5 into her and was thankful they did not try #6 through 10. She repeated the same process for her rear and it was determined her maximum size was only a #3.

Next Lucy was marched to a nearby wall that featured a row of parallel but increasingly thicker and wider dildos protruding at the height of her mouth. Lucy had never had oral sex but knew what she must do as she took the #1 size dildo into her mouth until her lips kissed the wall. The photographer ordered her to pause with her hands behind her head and nipple rings pressed to the wall as he snapped images from her left and right side. Lucy next moved to the #2 dildo and struggled to take this one in as it was too deep and tickled her throat. She gagged on the #3 but a tap on her labia rings gave her the motivation to take the dildo into her throat as she tried to breathe through her nose. The #4 was so wide her lips were barely able to pass it through her mouth. The matron told Lucy that while she had not done well with her sizing, all girls here rapidly learned to increase the size of all dildos in a very short time.

Lucy was also sized for other garments. She was buckled into a series of leather strap harnesses that were fitted to frame her breasts and pass on either side of her labia as they connected between her front and rear. She was placed into different helmets and hoods, some that were no more than a thin layer of latex and one that isolated all her senses and left her in terror. She was sized for collars and cuffs and when done her letter boards were adjusted and she was forced to take a second round of photographs. Lucy's final number was C821DD534F as displayed in her second round of photos that now featured her penetrated in all holes, by the largest dildos she could fit.

With the intake nearly finished, Lucy had now been sized for all the dildos and gags, as well as harnesses, chains, and other devices she would need to wear or allow into herself as a prisoner. She was led into a small side room that featured three parallel rows of long horizontal metal bars at the height of her face. Every two feet along each bar was a dildo gag and hanging below it was a pair of short chains to link to a prisoner's nipple rings and slightly longer to her labia rings. Lucy approach her spot and obediently opened her mouth to allow a #3 dildo gag into her mouth before she felt it buckled behind her head and underneath her long brown hair.

The chains which emerged from the base of the dildo gag were first linked to her nipple rings, but these chains were too short and forced her breasts up with tension on her tender flesh. Likewise, the chains to her labia rings were too short, so unless Lucy stood on her tiptoes she would stretch her most intimate flesh. Bound in this manner, Lucy was helpless to stop the insertion of what she later learned was a #3 anal pear equipped with a pair of handcuffs attached to its base. Lucy found her hands bound against her rear as she balanced on tiptoes to keep the pressure off her labia and nipples while working to not gag on the massive dildo buried in her mouth. Lucy was bound like this for some time as other prisoners were led in and bound in the same manner as they finished their intake. When the three rows of bars were each filled with ten prisoners, a matron entered. She looked at the rows of bound girls, naked apart from their heels and prison hats, with their large chained breasts and chained pussies all creating a picture of helplessness only increased by their tender lips forced to embrace the massive dildo gags that impaled their fearful faces.

The matron scowled at these bound prisoners as she read the many charges each was facing. Lucy tried to look to her right and left but the dildo in her mouth limited the mobility of her head so she instead focused on the chained labia and spread anus of the prisoner directly in front of her. The matron explained the rules of the prison as each prisoner listened with keen attention even while bound in such a precarious manner. They learned they would each soon face trial for their crimes but any bad behavior here would be reported to the court and hurt their chances of freedom. But good behavior would earn each prisoner points that the court would use towards consideration of their release as it reflected penitence and punishment already undertaken to atone. But with too many negative points, a trial was not necessary as the prisoner would be found guilty as a formality.

To prove the point the matron called in prisoner #F278DD653C. #F278DD653C was still bound in her latex outfit and hood and the #10 on her plugs made all the prisoners in the audience gasp through their dildo gags. The matron explained that this prisoner was very naughty and refused to follow the rules as she pointed to #F278DD653C who bowed her head. But our country shows kindness and if she can earn 1,000 credits she will be allowed to go to trial. Today she has earned 2 credits for helping to process you. The matron explained that the judges would visit the prison before the trial and inspect the prisoners in their daily routine to also assess their commitment to the rules and eagerness for reform. Those prisoners who took on extra duties and extra punishment often left early, the matron explained. Those who are lazy and avoided paying for their crimes stayed longer.

This speech motivated Lucy to follow every rule. She retreated into her fantasy world of her imaginary boyfriend who ordered her to embrace this new level of bondage. He wanted her to take this dildo even deeper into her mouth. He wanted her to be bound by her nipples and labia and to be handcuffed to an anal pear currently spreading her. He ordered her to be bound like this naked and wearing only her heels and the small prison hat. He saw she was beautiful but so were the many other naked prisoners each presenting their chained breasts and chained pussies for him. They also took in the dildo gag for him and allowed their anus to be spread. In this sea of flesh and chains, Lucy knew she had to obey him even more and wanted to obey him. She could not afford to lose him now that he could pick from so many other prisoners.

The matron next explained the uniforms and how on certain days a new one would be issued and on others they must wear the same outfit. The basic uniform included heels, stockings, skirt, corsets that exposed their breasts, and a hat. Lucy learned the basic uniform was more than just clothing and she would have to wear metal shackles on her ankles and wrists as well as a collar at nearly all times. A thin metal waist belt was to be often worn, but this could be covered by the skirt. It could be used to harness dildos and plugs as well as other devices. Each prisoner had to keep her uniform spotless and the matron outlined how they must shine the leather of any harness or dildo straps, polish their high heel shoes, remove any burrs and stray strands of thread from their stockings and do the same for their corsets and hats. All gags and dildos needed to be cleaned daily until shining and the metal of their collars, cuffs, and chains must also be spotless. Their hats had to be always on at all times, even if wearing nothing else, unless for cleaning. Each cell also had to be cleaned daily with mopping, drying, and dusting.

The prisoners were also introduced to the rules around nipple bells. From each nipple ring they were to support a pair of small bells, linked by a thin chain threaded through each nipple ring. The bells were too large to fit through the nipple rings so could not fall off, but were always to be straight and level with each other by being perfectly balanced on the nipple rings. After this statement each prisoner was fitted with her first set of nipple bells. Lucy watched as a latex-wrapped prisoner first placed a two-inch, very thin chain that balanced from the bottom of each of her nipple rings. To each free end of this chain, the latex prisoner attached one small bell with the final effect that Lucy now supported four small bells from the tips of her large breasts.

The matron explained that not keeping both bells on each breast straight and level was the most common cause of lost points. She noted that the new prisoners would need to learn how to bounce their breasts as they walked to keep their bells balanced. Lucy groaned, realizing her larger breasts would once again cause her trouble just like they had before she got into this mess. The prisoners were ordered to ring their bells for the first time, as they tried to swing their already-chained breasts, still bound to the metal bar above where the dildos entered their mouths. By standing even taller on her tiptoes, Lucy found some slack in her pussy and nipple chains and used this to thrust her breasts up and down as she heard a small jingle emerge from the bells.

The matron ordered the prisoners to pause and told them to inspect their nipple bells and see if they were still straight and level. Lucy had no trouble seeing her nipple bells given the size of well endowed and shapely breasts and panicked when she noticed a bell flush against each nipple ring while its neighbor hung down with all the chain attached. The matron ordered the girls to bounce their breasts to re-center the bells and Lucy began a series of thrusts that she knew must appear lewd and debased. Lucy managed to get her right nipple bells level but her next efforts to center those on the left breast ruined everything and she was forced to restart the horrible thrusting. As these thirty new prisoners thrust their breasts up and down, the tinkle of their bells was matched by the clinking of those chains also attached to their nipple rings and the rattle of those longer pussy chains that echoed with their gyrating bodies above. When Lucy finally was able to balance both pairs of bells on her nipple rings she offered a sigh of relief that emerged as a low moan escaping between her tender lips and the thick dildo invading them.

After this exercise, more rules followed. When in their prison cells, each prisoner was to be chained by her labia rings. Lucy recalled back to when she got off the bus and looked at those two girls with delicate and beautiful faces spread by the massive ball gags who peered from behind the ground level cell window bars, and how she had wondered what else they were forced to wear or take in below their faces. Now she knew they each sported belled nipples and were linked to the center of their cell through a chain locked to their labia rings. No wonder their heads only appeared in the lower portion of the barred window, Lucy thought, as she realized they must have been already stretching their labia chains to reach the barred window while on tiptoes and using their hands against the bars for further lift. If these two girls had broken any rules or volunteered for extra punishment, they may have been wearing special dildos, bound to cruel machines, or even chained together in a horrible manner.

Punishments would be severe but also voluntary for those seeking to earn more points. Self orgasm without permission was forbidden but overlooked in certain punishment cells where a prisoner was forced to use or take in dildos, as the pleasure would be fleeting and scarce compared to the punishment. Prisoners could pleasure each other with only their tongues when fitting their dildos for the day if the size of the dildo required lubrication to be generated by a cellmate. But they had to stop before climaxing. The matron explained that in a few minutes a pair of prisoners who had not stopped in time when fitting their dildos from this morning would be led in and to demonstrate their earned punishment. There were more rules but Lucy could not imagine pleasuring another woman and was unable to pay full attention after this as she pondered her tongue licking another's labia and clit. She stared straight ahead at the labia of the girl bound in front of her and tried to imagine her fantasy boyfriend ordering her to take out her tongue and gently lick it. Perhaps she could as she imagined the returned pleasure of another prisoner pushing Lucy's labia rings with her tongue.

The two prisoners guilty of pleasuring each other were led in naked apart from their heels and prison hats. Lucy was surprised to see that she recognized them as the two girls at the window and was impressed how large their breasts were. Lucy did not consider those massive ball gags forced into their mouths, belled nipples, ringed labia, collars, and ankle and wrists cuffs to be clothes but rather bondage tools forced upon their unfortunate prisoners. The matron explained that the gags in these two prisoners' mouths were special gags that combined a thick ball gag linked with an extra long dildo gag. To demonstrate she unlocked the leather strap and pulled such a long object from the poor girl's mouth that Lucy felt her own dildo gag was small in comparison.

Lucy learned that these horrible gags had been forced upon the two girls right after they were discovered and now understood what she had seen from the courtyard. These two girls were grasping the window bars and peering towards freedom, even if it meant stretching their chained pussies, as they awaited severe punishment beyond the horrible gags already lodged deep in their throats. They had not been looking at Lucy with pity but rather hoping for pity. They both tried to now earn the pity of the matron as one explained that she had been helping her cellmate fit a #6 dildo for the first time and it would not enter without much more lubrication. Her cellmate added that she had tried to stop her orgasm but the wetness required to take a #six into her required more stimulation than she could bear. Both girls froze as the matron explained they would lose five points if they continued. Instead they each stood up straight with legs spread wide, placed their hands behind their heads, and thrust their breasts forward in the inspection posture. Standing like that and naked apart from their tall heels and tiny prison hats, Lucy started to feel pity for them now.

The matron explained that as these two prisoners had acted like dogs in heat they would be treated like that. Lucy could not picture her imaginary boyfriend would ever ask her to wear a puppy suit like the matron was now preparing from these two prisoners. But if Lucy had been a bad girl maybe he would want this for her. Maybe he would force her to be encased in latex with each leg bent at the knee and bound back against the thigh and each arm bent at the elbow and bound against itself so she was forced to crawl on her elbows and knees like a puppy. Maybe he would want to punish her for being such a bad girl and unzip the latex over her pussy and anus. He would order her to hold still as he inserted a cruel rubber hook with a rounded tip into her anus and chained the protruding base of that vicious hook, now inside of her, to the back of her collar, forcing her head back and straight up. She wondered what size dildo connected to a fluffy puppy tail he would force into her vulnerable and exposed vagina. Maybe she did need and deserve to wear the cruel puppy mask that encased her head in leather and could only be put on after she opened her mouth to take in the larger dildo gag it hid behind behind the snout. She wondered what her breasts would feel like as they thrust through the holes in the puppy suit and he tied spiked iron weighted balls to each of her nipple rings.

As the matron finished her demonstration of the puppy-suit on the two prisoners who had been brought into the room, Lucy brought herself back to reality and realized her fantasy had been played out through the reality of the two girls in the front of the room. The matron explained the punishment was designed to cause no actual harm as these two prisoners still needed to appear at trial. However, it would help them remember to be better behaved. With that, she touched a small button on each spiked ball dangling from the nipple rings and another hidden in their tails. When the elastic linking the nipple ring to the spiked ball was straight, a small current would flow into each breast of the puppy girl. However, by keeping the ball in motion and never letting it lie straight down, the shocks could be stopped. Lucy saw both girls shake their oversized breasts in wide arcs to keep the spiked balls in motion. When the cruel spikes hit the latex of their puppy suits, it offered protection for their tender skin, and the puppy girls yelped more with surprise than pain through their gagged mouths. But both puppy girls seemed experienced in this as the cruel spikes of the heavy balls suspended from their nipple rings rarely hit their skin as they kept breasts in perpetual motion.

When their tails started to vibrate, Lucy realized with horror that their hidden dildos were the source. As both puppy girls moaned into their dildo gags, the matron explained that they really were like dogs in heat. Just then the vibrations stopped and Lucy heard two small clicks emerge from their tails and then the puppy girls howled as their near orgasms were cut short as the vibrations ceased. Both puppy girls worked to thrust themselves backwards and create friction on the dildos but it only resulted in tugs on their rubber anal hooks as the chain between their hooks and collars was stretched. In this agony, both puppies stopped shaking their breasts and soon found small shocks invading their poor bodies as their spiked weights were hanging straight down. The matron attached a leash to each of the puppy girls and handed control of the poor girls encased in this bondage to another matron who led them out the door. She explained that they would learn an important lesson about self pleasure.

Lucy was not sure how she could survive this bondage prison. But as she stood there chained to the metal bar by her breasts, pussy, and the dildo in her mouth she realized her fantasy boyfriend would now want her to be punished with severe bondage. She was a very bad girl and she needed to be chastised. She felt a drop of wetness emerge from her pussy as she knew he wanted her to be in this cruel prison. She knew she was also him, and she had ordered the driver to take her south. Lucy knew she had even written the letter to the freedom fighters. She knew she would be captured, and she knew this was what she had sought. As she rattled her nipple and labia chains, Lucy allowed this half of herself to again hide as she returned to the roleplay she so desired.