Women's Bondage Prison Pt. 13

Lucy often lost track of time in this prison. It may have been an hour or day or weeks later when Lucy was back in her own cell with Claire. She told Claire her troubles and how her conversation with her lawyer had landed her back in the training cells. Claire pointed to the wide number seven-sized dildo in her uniform box and explained that she was having a hard time too as the matrons were now forcing her to wear larger-sized plugs. Lucy felt grateful for her number six-sized dildo that was already deeply nestled in her. Since leaving the training cells, Lucy was forced to wear this junior training dildo that would randomly stimulate and then lightly shock her. The matrons said it was to help reinforce what she had learned from her time in the training cells.

Lucy continued to feel degraded by her prison uniform but knew better than to complain about the contents of her box. She was now adept at quickly putting it on and ensuring her breasts were jutting out and pussy conspicuously framed. Both Lucy and Claire finished their preparations for the public visitation day. Claire used her chained hands to smooth Lucy's pussy lips around the base of her dildo since Lucy was forbidden to touch herself like that. Claire straightened Lucy's pussy strap and helped adjust her skirt. Lucy had to help Claire more as there was the matter of the number seven dildo. Following the rules, Lucy got on her hands and knees and crawled towards Claire's pussy.

Claire sat on her cot with her legs spread widely to offer a clear target for Lucy's tongue. Lucy could see that Claire was already aroused as her nipple bells chimed as her breasts heaved and her clit enlarged as Lucy got closer. Claire was already moist as Lucy carefully worked her tongue into Claire's now slippery cleft. But to fit this number seven dildo, Claire would need to be much wetter. Lucy pushed her face deep into Claire's crotch so that soon only her long brown hair and prison hat bobbing up and down were visible. Claire worked hard to avoid climaxing in Lucy's face as she began to grind her hips while biting her lip. Down below, Lucy was immersed in Claire's pussy as she hoped her soft licks could bring some relief to her cellmate. As she felt Claire's now stiff clit thrust in her face, Lucy knew it was time to back out. Claire groaned with disappointment but quickly got to work as she shoved the number seven dildo into her now aroused pussy. Lucy had to help with the pussy strap and even tightening it all the way left the massive dildo hanging two inches beyond Claire's now engorged labia lips.

Lucy quickly cleaned her face in the sink and applied simple makeup. She placed blush under her eyes and quickly applied eyeliner for a baby doll eyes look. Before prison she had rarely worn makeup but her prison training included lessons on what they called ladylike appearances. Lucy wondered if being forced to wear a bulbous dildo and this salacious uniform were ladylike but banished the thought as she finished her look.

Now both prisoners waited. Lucy loathed being this exposed as she knew what a sight she cut in her skimpy uniform, heels, and chains. But maybe one of the visitors would take pity on her and help her. Last week, one visitor had helped a girl get an early trial date after hearing the poor prisoner explain her misfortunes. Another had helped a prisoner earn early parole into the maid service. As the first visitor approached their cell, Lucy set to work.

"What are you doing time for, prisoner?," she asked Lucy.

"It's not my fault ma'am," Lucy replied in a bashful voice. "They say I cannot control myself and need to learn restraint. But I am a good girl and it is not true."

"What do you mean control yourself?," the visitor asked Lucy.

Lucy swallowed and her face turned a deep scarlet. "They say it is, well I mean, they say I cannot control my pussy ma'am. But I can and am not a bad girl."

"Good girls do not wear dildos like you are right now," the visitor commented as she pointed to the broad base of the black rubber plug splitting Lucy's labia lips in a wide circle.

"But they force me to wear it," Lucy pleaded. She tried to point to the pussy strap holding the dildo in place. But a tug on her nipples reminded Lucy that today each of her wrists were connected by a thin six-inch chain to their nearest nipple ring. Lucy had not realized she had been covering her breasts with her hands until she tried to gesture at her pussy strap. She blushed again as she saw the visitor inspecting her chest.

"Good girls also don't wear nipple rings or display their breasts like that," the visitor noted with concern in her voice. Lucy implored the visitor that she was also forced to bear these rings and bells. To prove the point she bobbed her breasts to try and throw off the humiliating objects. Just then the dildo came to life at full power and Lucy was caught off guard.

All morning she had felt its size inside her, but it had not been buzzing. It was hard not be stimulated with such an object buried deep inside her, but Lucy had been careful to avoid movements that caused it to shift and stretch her. But now the dildo was stimulating her faster and stronger than she could remember.

"What are you doing?" the visitor called out as Lucy rolled her hips and began to move her pussy with the pulses of the dildo. Lucy tried to stifle a moan of pleasure but failed as sounds passion flowed out and echoed across the small prison cell.

Lucy tried to reply to the visitor but the words came out as another long moan of pleasure, as days of denial created a tidal wave of pleasure. Her body shook with passion as orgasm after orgasm rocked her. Even though Lucy tried to stifle her later moans, her peeling nipple bells and clanking chains gave her away.

"I am sorry ma'am," I could not control it. The dildo made me. Please help me get out of here," Lucy apologized to the visitor who was looking at her with disgust. Without the dildo I don't orgasm." Lucy saw the look on the visitors face and corrected herself. "I mean I can control my orgasms.

But the visitor was already walking away.

"Maybe you should try a different approach," her cellmate Claire suggested. "Watch how I handle it," she told Lucy as she prepared for the next visitor.

Before long, Claire was introducing herself to that next visitor. "They locked me up because I was a very dirty slut. My pussy was always wet. But the strict punishments here are helping me. As you can see, they are stretching my pussy with a thick dildo and this is teaching me the consequences of my actions. I also used to flaunt my breasts but now you can see they are bare, belled, and chained to my arms. My uniform shows everyone my punishment and helps remind me of my wicked past. If you will take the dildo out, I can show you how much I have learned. If you want to unchain my breasts, I will push them through the bars for you to inspect".

The visitor produced a small key and gestured for Claire to approach the bars. She removed the nipple chains to free Claire's hands from her breasts and then unlocked the pussy strap. Claire helped the dildo glide out of her pussy and held its base in her hands. "Would you like me to lick it clean ma'am?" she asked. Seeing a nod, she questioned if she should suck or lick the dildo and when told both were acceptable, went to work.

Lucy was horrified as the dildo was still sticky with Claire's juices. But Claire seemed to not notice as she pushed the dildo deeper into her mouth than Lucy thought possible. With a gag, Claire let the dildo out of her mouth but did not pause as she transitioned to long and passionate licks up and down the shaft. When the dildo was clean, she placed it on a shelf in the cell and approached the bars.

Batting her eyelashes at the visitor, she said in a coquettish voice, "Even though I can take a large prison dildo, my pussy is tight. Please see how much I have learned in prison and test my tight pussy. I won't cum unless you want me to. Let me also push my breasts through the bars so you can test them too. They are very heavy but also very sensitive, especially my nipples."

The visitor produced a strap-on and Claire positioned her now naked pussy over a large gap in the bars designed to offer easy access. Her breasts just fit between the regular cell bars above this gap. Claire used her hands to guide the strap-on into her pussy and then grabbed the bars for support. She started gently, slowly moving herself up and down the strap-on while the visitor stroked her exposed breasts. Claire began to breath heavily as she worked at a quicker pace and the visitor started thrusting back. "Please ma'am, you can see I am a good prisoner" Claire pleaded. "Can I cum please. The prison dildo only stretches and helps punish me. But you can see I am still tight. Can I please cum?" The visitor agreed and in seconds Claire was moaning in deep pleasure. But seconds later she was on her knees, licking the strap-on clean.

After the visitor had left, Lucy asked Claire why she had debased herself and lied to the visitor. Claire pointed to her pussy which was still without any new dildo and jiggled her breasts to show they were not chained to her hands. No words were needed as Lucy felt the cruel intruder stir deep inside her.

Lucy tried a new approach for the next visitor. She used her hands to cup her breasts and stood by the bars with her legs spread as far apart as her ankle chain would permit. She gave inviting rolls of her breasts and arched her hips in a teasing manner. She tried to offer a shy smile which she alternated with a look of humiliated shock complete with abashed eyes and a wide open mouth. Lucy tried to look like an innocent girl, so shocked and dismayed to find herself in prison that she was did not even try to hide her swelling breasts and undulating pussy. Surely someone would come assist such a helpless girl forced into such cruel situation. Her mortification from the collar up and salacious movements below soon attracted a new visitor.

"I got into trouble because I was a bad girl," Lucy explained in a shy voice. "I am so naughty that I have to wear this big punishment dildo," she said while thrusting her pussy towards the cell bars. "It stretches me and shocks me when I have improper thoughts. I earn many shocks because I have many improper thoughts and am so naughty," she said while suggestively shaking her breasts and letting her bells chime. "They often make me wear punishment weights from my nipple rings," Lucy coyly explained as she continued to roll her breasts. "As you can see, I have large but very firm breasts so can take even heavy weights," Lucy said while batting her eyelashes. Gesturing down to her feet, she explained to the visitor that the tall heels she wore stopped her from escaping.

When asked if she wanted to escape, Lucy quickly replied no. "I have always had a prison fantasy," she bashfully admitted. "But I did not know prison would be like this," she said while blushing as she moved her body in a wave to highlight her skimpy uniform and plugged pussy. She held her hands out to show how little she could move them away from her breasts and clanked her chains to show how bound she was. "I am still not used to prison dildos," Lucy explained as she again rocked her hips to give the visitor a better view of the dildo splaying her. "This one is very tight for my pussy and you can see from how my love lips are spread so widely around it," she said in a kittenish voice. "Having it inside me makes me very wet," she whispered in an ashamed tone. "But I am a good prisoner and so I fight against temptation. I am learning to control my passion through my prison training. Would you like to test my progress?" Lucy said in her best seductive voice. "You can call me Lucy or Prisoner C821DD534F. I follow every order," she said flirtatiously as she allowed her body to move in another suggestive curve.

Lucy hoped her show would entice the visitor to remove her punishment dildo and maybe even let her orgasm like Claire just had. But instead, she soon found herself wearing four punishment weights of spiked metal balls dangling from each of her nipple and pussy rings. Worse, the visitor added a cruel anal plug that was set to shock Lucy every half minute. The stinging of these new shocks caused her to jump and writhe which swung the new weights that further stung her. Just as she was able to settle down and her weights stopped swinging, a new shock would arrive and start the process over again.

Lucy was soon in tears as she pleaded with the visitor to end her torment. "Please, I was not trying to flirt with you," she pleaded. "I am desperate for help and hoped you would take off my punishment dildo. I am sorry I was bad," Lucy moaned. She was about to say more when she yelped as the anal plug released another charge. Lucy's body sprang into motion as her chains clanged while the iron balls attached to her breasts and pussy began to swing wildly.