Women's Bondage Prison Pt. 12

Note: This is a work of fiction for adults only.

Lucy was nervous to meet her lawyer as she waited at the bars of her small holding cell. This was her first visitor and she had mixed feelings. She needed to talk to the lawyer but she could not meet anyone dressed like this.

Looking in the dirty mirror of her cell, she saw her youthful face reflecting. Without a ball gag stretching her ruby red lips, Lucy recalled her life before prison and how she used to look. But the black and white prison striped pillbox hat she wore on her head, with her name and prison number printed on it, quickly brought her back to the present.

She blushed as she checked her nipple bells and pulled her labia rings straight. The matrons would not bring her to the visiting room if her uniform was not perfect. These piercings were part of her uniform and subject to strict rules. The soft tinkle of her bells and tug of her small labia rings delivered a constant reminder of the need to obey regulations.

Lucy was still not used to her tall stilettos or walking with ankle chains. She hated the clanking of her shackles and clicking of her heels that echoed with even the smallest movements. She felt that her prison-striped thigh-high stockings only focused attention on her naked thighs, exposed pussy, and labia rings. The micro skirt they forced her to wear was a parody and even when she was standing up, it still stopped just above the top of her pussy. Yet it was so tight around her waist that it was impossible to pull down even an inch. The equally tight training corset revealed her toned stomach before forcing her waist even narrower and then ending in obscene quarter cups that pushed together and lifted her enormous breasts. With her hands chained together with one-foot of chain, Lucy had limited mobility but enough to adjust her skimpy outfit.

The situation was ridiculous but she was helpless. Complaining would only land her back in the training cells. She shuddered as she recalled her last sessions with the extra weights she had earned for speaking back to the matrons. The memory of the darkness of those cells, the painful shocks, and the impossible denial was enough to make her tremble. As her nipple bells chimed with the shudder, she grew anxious and looked down to make sure they rested back in a straight position as they hung from her breasts. Everything had to be perfect if she wanted to see her lawyer. Lucy spread her legs so her ankle chain was taunt and cupped her hands together behind her head so that her breasts stood even further out.

When the guards came, Lucy allowed them to attach a leash to her nipple rings and another to her pussy rings. The ignominy of being leashed by her most private flesh shamed her, as she was not even treated like a dog and led by her collar. As she struggled to keep up with the guards, Lucy thought of new curses for her tall heels and clanking ankle chains. But the tug on her nipple rings kept her focused on shuffling along the cell block and trying not to fall or have her labia painfully stretched. Lucy thought of speaking up and telling the guard that she would follow without any leashes. Where was a chained, uniformed, and belled prisoner like her going to escape to that made leashing her pussy and nipples necessary?

Lucy sighed with relief when they reached the visitation room. But her relief quickly evaporated into worry as she saw many other prisoners sitting on metal stools and talking to visitors behind a glass barrier. To communicate, each prisoner was speaking through a phone. Some were speaking to lawyers, some to officials, and some to guests. The shame of having to be dressed and exposed like this mortified Lucy. But at least her skimpy uniform, nipple bells, and chains were not out of place as she gazed at many beautiful prisoners also wearing the same outfit. While the prisoners wore their hair differently, with many ponytails and long flowing hair, they each sported the same prison hat, tight corset, flimsy skirt, stocking, and heels. Like Lucy, their large and belled breasts were prominent as they provocatively jutted out. Even without their uniforms, these oversized round breasts would easily identify all the prisoners.

But Lucy was even more worried about the phone than her exposed breasts. As she looked at the other prisoners, she noticed that every 20 seconds or so they would bob up and down. If they had been wearing even a mini skirt instead of the short band of fabric that was the uniform skirt, a visitor may not have seen why the prisoners bobbed on their stools. Lucy did not need to recall the prison rules to see the thick dildos that the prisoners were thrusting themselves against. Some tried to conceal their movements but their quivering breasts and trembling legs made it easy to see what they were doing. What Lucy could not see was the hidden pump inside the stool and the connected flywheel that powered the telephones. She knew from the rulebook that if she wanted to talk she needed to keep working the dildo on her stool.

As Lucy walked to her stool she saw her lawyer behind the glass. She wondered what the lawyer must be thinking as she prepared to sit down. The dildo on the stool was wider than she was used to, and Lucy needed to spread her pussy lips to help it fit inside of her. She wished she could hide the sight of her now taunt pussy lips as they spread around the wide base of this dildo. Worse, the stool and dildo were positioned so close to the glass divider that Lucy's breasts were pressed against the glass in a lewd manner. To start the call Lucy had to begin intense lewd movements on the dildo. She gave a pleading look across to her lawyer before starting to thrust with her thighs.

Lucy quickly understood why most prisoners were doing more than just speaking. Lucy could make out bits of their voices as they tried to talk while they panted, moaned, and cried out. "I did not do it. Ohhhhhhh. Please. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. I am so sorry. Ohhhh", she heard from her neighbor. Lucy knew this voice and looked over to see that it was indeed Giana. The long-legged raven-haired prisoner was fighting to keep the phone line open as she plunged up and down on her thick dildo in a desperate manner. Giana's dark ponytail swung wildly as tried to restrain her undulating breasts with one chained hand while holding the phone with the other. Between moans, she tried to plan her defense for her upcoming trial.

It did not take long before Lucy was working to contain her own moans. Her moist pussy was the signal that this must be enough to start the call. Lucy picked up the phone as she forced the dildo deeper inside her. But there was no connection. In mounting desperation, she began to pump on the dildo at an even more rapid pace. But still, there was no connection. Only when she was sweating with exertion and speed did she hear a click and her lawyer's voice. "You need to be careful Lucy, if you orgasm our visit will be over."

Lucy heard the words as she fought back a rising tide of passion. Her nipple bells were ringing wildly and her ankle chains clanking loudly above her pants and grunts. The size of the dildo filled her thoughts as she forced herself up only to rocket back down onto it. Her lawyer tried to explain what Lucy needed to do, but it was hard to listen as she began to lose control. She dropped the phone in her passion and started to pump herself towards a grand climax. Right now she did not care that she was dressed like a prison sex object or would surely be punished for orgasming in the visiting room. She was so focused on the dildo that she did not see Giana's look of horror or the guards approaching.

Lucy was not surprised as she was escorted back to the training cells. A long line of breasts spilling out of the cells told her she was in good company. At the end of the hallway, one of the cell doors was open and waiting for her. Lucy waited outside it in position as the matrons attached the massive training dildo and accompanying anal ring. She held still as they next connected the wires to her labia and anal ring, added the connected ball gag, and finally attached nipple chains to each side of the gag. The nipple chains linked to her gag made Lucy feel like a horse. The matrons tested the fit as an electrical current flowed up Lucy's vagina, through her labia rings, into her anal ring, then up her back through to her gagged mouth, and then finally into each of her breasts. Lucy tried to not move or scream to avoid the crop as tears began to fill her eyes. When the test was over she was led into her cell and the cruel rubber anal hook was adjusted and then inserted. As the door of her cell slammed shut, Lucy prepared herself for the first round of many.