Hard Time - A Group XS Story

Chapter 1

"Guilty!" the judge banged the gavel. Annie Summers sat dumbfounded. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Eleven months ago she had finished all her coursework and finally passed the CPA exam. She got a job at a small accounting firm in the city with a diverse clientele of the rich and powerful. Then two months ago the office was raided by the state regulatory commission. The senior partners were led out of the building in handcuffs. Annie thought she'd have to find a new job, instead she found herself desperately in search of a lawyer.

Apparently the senior partners had been tipped off about the investigation, they knew someone was going to go down for it, so they began forging documents to point the finger at Annie. She should have known better. They often came by her desk and told her to sign off on paperwork for accounts she'd never worked. They told her they did it all the time, that she needed to be a 'team player'. It made for a very open and shut case against her.

It didn't help that her bosses were all represented by the best law firm in the city, Prendergast & Summerfield, while she was stuck with an overworked and hopelessly outmatched public defender. When she was called as a witness during her bosses' trial their attorney, Lisa Shaw, had managed to manipulate Annie and twist her words so that she essentially implicated herself for the crime. Their cases were quickly dismissed and the full weight of the justice system came to bear on her.

Her attorney begged her to plead guilty to avoid a longer sentence, but Annie was adamant. "I didn't do anything wrong. I won't plead guilty," she had said. Now as the judge considered her sentence, she hoped her pride wouldn't be her downfall.

Annie stared up at the judge. Judge Kellerman looked her up and down as she stood behind the defense table. Annie shuddered as his eyes hungrily lingered on her chest. The creep had been ogling her the entire trial, making casual remarks about how pretty she looked, or how she was too attractive to be on trial for such a serious offence - the kind of remarks that everyone else would pass off as a innocent old judge, but which made Annie incredibly uncomfortable. She tried to play on the judge's lust by dressing a bit more revealingly than she considered appropriate for court. Her generous cleavage peeked out above her red, silk blouse. Her tits seemed to be bursting out from behind her blazer. And her skirt was just short enough that one could see the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings when she sat down behind the bench.

"Miss Summers," the judge said, "I have to say that I am very disappointed that such a promising, and I daresay, beautiful young woman would throw her career away over such a foolish crime. My only hope is that a harsh enough sentence will dissuade you from the path you have chosen and reform you to your full potential. I hereby sentence you to seven years at a state correctional facility. Normally a so-called 'white collar' crime would see you assigned to a minimum security prison, however, due to budget constraints and overcrowding you will instead be assigned to Harden Maximum Security Prison. I am good friends with the warden there, and I'm sure she will see to it that you get the attention you deserve."

Judge Kellerman gaveled the case closed. Annie slumped down into her chair, stunned.

"Oof, tough sentence," her public defender unhelpfully observed. "I've got a few clients in Harden - it's no picnic. My advice to you is to keep your head down and don't attract any attention from anyone. With good behavior, maybe you'll be out of there in three or four years."

It was small consolation for Annie, who wiped a tear away from her eye as the bailiff approached to take her away.

Chapter 2

Warden Marissa Schwartz puffed on her cigar as she looked out the window of her office at the windowless white van taking the unwitting Kathy Winter away to the Group XS compound. The hapless young whore was going to be in for quite a surprise when she found out what they had in store for her. If she thought prison was bad, it was nothing compared to the treatment she'd get amongst the sadists at her new home. Just thinking about it made her pussy run like a faucet.

She turned to her desk and opened the inmate list on a page marked "Category A - Section A Prisoners - Solitary" and looked down the list of names. Her eyes alighted on the name Simone Simons. She picked up the phone and dialed a number, waiting patiently for it to be answered by one of the few guards assigned to the section. "Ah! Carrie?" she said when the phone was answered. "How is Miss Simons doing?" While she listened to the reply the warden pictured the young black girl who was due to be released in 2 months time into the hands of "Probation Officer Feldman" and her new home with Group XS.

"Oh good!" The warden said as she heard how badly Simone was coping with the strict regime for Category A prisoners in Section A. "Perhaps she would like some exercise then? I was thinking how nice it would be for her to take a little stroll down to the Punishment Cell later on, I fancy the little black whore needs to be taught a lesson with the bullwhip and then given some instruction on how to lick white pussy, don't you?" She looked at her watch. It was still only 9:15. "In fact, why don't you take her down there now and let her do a little horse riding until I can make it? I think she'd like that, don't you?"

As she spoke, the warden's hand worked under her skirt and found its way under the silken fabric stretched across her cunt and she began to massage her clitoris. "Yes, the more I think about it the more I'm sure you, and whoever's on duty with you now would enjoy that pink tongue lapping your pussy while I beat some manners into Simone with the bullwhip!"

The warden sat down at her desk to finish the rest of Kathy's paperwork. It wouldn't be long before she was declared a parole dodger and a warrant put out for her arrest. Fortunately for her she wouldn't be picked up and sent back to prison, unfortunately it would be because she was being bound and tortured in the bowels of the Group XS dungeons.

Marissa dived into the rest of her paperwork, all the while thinking about poor Simone just waiting for her. The intercom on her desk buzzed.

"Yes?" Marissa asked.

"Ma'am, there's a Ron Hardman from the State Bureau of Prisons here to see you," her assistant chirped through the speaker.

Marissa furrowed her brow. She was expecting his visit, but not until tomorrow. She cleared her desk and instructed her assistant to let him in. A moment later a tall, overweight man in an ill-fitting suit shambled into her office. Marissa put on her best fake smile and stood up to greet him.

"Mr. Hardman," she said, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Good morning, Warden Schwartz," he replied as he made himself comfortable in a chair beside her desk. "I know I'm not due to perform your annual inspection until tomorrow, but I needed to drop by and let you know about a slight change in plans that came across my desk."

Marissa sat back down and slid her list of special inmates out of sight. It took great willpower to keep a look of contempt for the man off of her face. He'd been 'inspecting' her prison for years, however, she'd found early on that the surefire way to get a glowing inspection report with minimal prying into the affairs of her prison was to make a 'volunteer' prisoner available to him for an afternoon. He didn't even demand anything kinky, just some tart to polish his knob and then he'd be on his way.

"Do tell," Marissa smiled.

"You see, we got a new hire in the bureau. Some young do-gooder, fresh out of college, looking to make the world a better place and blah, blah, blah," he said. "Anyway, she's been assigned to me to learn the ropes and will be accompanying me for your inspection tomorrow."

"I see," Marissa said leaning back in her chair. This wrinkle would certainly complicate things, but she would be prepared. She'd been doing this for a long time and discretion, along with a healthy dose of bribery, was all part of the job.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention," Marissa continued. "And since you're already here, perhaps you'd like to begin your inspection a little early... perhaps at the conjugal visit trailers?"

Mr. Hardman put on a wry smile. "Yes, I think that would be an excellent idea." He stood up from his chair. "I think maybe a blonde today," he said.

"Certainly," she replied. She went back to her directory of Section A prisoners to look for a 'volunteer'. Of course, the inspector's dalliance would be recorded and saved off. You never know when you might need some blackmail or a fall guy.

Chapter 3

Kathy shrieked into the wad of rubber jammed into her mouth as the van applied its brakes for what seemed like the thousandth time this journey. Despite her best efforts, her breathing grew ragged. She sucked in the hot, moist, recycled air from her and her fellow victim, Tina. The duo shared a connection to a rebreather bag, the tubes erupting from their gagged mouths met at a large inflatable rubber ball. The only way to expel their wasted breath was if they both exhaled together at the same time. A feat, which was made nearly impossible given that the two girls were blinded by heavy hoods and bound in place straddling a leather strap in the back of the van.

Between blasts of electricity rocketing out through the two dildos she rode, Kathy bobbed and swayed atop the strap as the van slowed. Her legs had been folded double and bound in place so that her pussy and ass bore her full weight, pressing the metal invaders in deep. She felt a shudder translate down along the leather perch she shared with Tina. A guttural moan echoed through the breathing pipe that connected them. Her tortured companion was cumming again. Kathy couldn't blame her, she'd orgasmed several times herself on their hellish journey to who-knows-where. The combination of fear, adrenaline, and the constant wiggle of the dildos as each girl struggled for balance was enough to extract a tiny modicum of pleasure between the heavy bouts of pain.

She waited for Tina to calm down so that she could once more sync the girl's breath to her own and draw fresh air in through the rebreather bag. They rediscovered their rhythm, but something was different. It took Kathy a minute to realize that the van wasn't moving. For the past several hours they'd been bounced and jostled as the van took the 'scenic route' to their destination. Every tap of the brakes activated the electric dildos, every blink of the indicators was matched by a surge of electricity to the nipple clamps snapped onto the girls' tits. But now they were stopped, the van definitely wasn't moving and yet their tortured cunts and asses were being spared the punishing blast of their metallic lovers. The only sensation was the gentle swaying of the strap as she and Tina balanced atop its leathery perch.

Through the thickness of her leather hood she thought she heard the rear doors unlatch. She felt an unmistakable rush of cool air across the few parts of her body not bound in hot, confining leather.

"We're here!" Helga announced loud enough for the girls to hear through their hoods.

Kathy sighed in relief, desperate to be free from her torture. Tina, on the other hand, sobbed in pain and disappointment. Perhaps she had been hoping that a breakdown or a speeding ticket could have alerted some rescuer to the plight of the two girls trapped in the back of the van. Now, however, there would be no hope of rescue. Only more pain and humiliation at the hands of Group XS, as Kathy would soon realize herself.

Rough hands attacked the straps binding Kathy's legs. As soon as they were free she lowered them to the floor and stretched her stiff muscles, then eagerly lifted herself onto tiptoe. The metal dildos slid slowly out of her aching holes till only the tips remained as she danced from foot to foot. She winced as the nipple clamps were yanked free, the rush of blood to her tortured buds brought a new kind of pain to her tits.

The hands moved to her head, where the pipe connecting her to the rebreather bag was disconnected. Kathy eagerly gulped down the first truly fresh air that she'd breathed in hours, her bound chest rose and fell with every treasured breath.

Next, the top of her hood was unhooked from the chain holding it up to the ceiling. She slumped over into her captor's arms and was lifted completely free from the dreaded leather strap. She assumed the thick leather hood would be removed next, then she might finally get a chance to look around, but there was no such luck. Instead she was dumped onto the cold concrete floor outside the van and wrestled out of her tight leather pants. She gasped as the metal pins lining the crotch and seat of her pants peeled free from the sensitive areas that they had nestled into during her journey.

She was left laying on the cold floor for several minutes, presumably while her travelling companion Tina was likewise freed. She was too exhausted to do anything other than lay there. She yearned for her arms to be free from the leather straight jacket that kept them pinned behind her back. Or for her tits to be unbound from the thin ties that wrapped cruelly around each base as they jutted out from the exposed holes in the front of her leather garment.

Kathy nearly jumped out of her skin as she suddenly felt the harsh electric jolt of a cattle prod on her unsuspecting thigh. She reeled and writhed on the ground until a heavy boot kicked her in the ribs and a male voice ordered her to get up. She struggled to her feet with difficulty due to her arms trapped behind her back.

No sooner had she regained her feet than she felt another vicious spark on her ass. She surged forward involuntarily, propelled forward by the painful jolt at the same time that the voice ordered her to get moving.

Kathy didn't know where to go. She was still completely blinded by the tight leather hood. She took a few tentative steps forward and was rewarded with another shock. "Faster!" the voice commanded.

Fear, adrenaline, and pain launched her along. She blindly marched forward with no idea where she was or where she was going. Her feet slapped against the cold concrete as she moved. After a few paces she sensed that she had passed through a doorway, the concrete gave way to tile. Still she was urged onward. She bumped into a wall and her course was corrected by a rough shove to her shoulder. Faster and faster she ran with liberal use of the cattle prod attacking her backside. Kathy bounced off of walls and banged her way around corners as she raced to stay a step ahead of the electric shocks. She ran through the labyrinthian hallways, her breath whistling in and out of the shiny metal tube embedded in her gag.

Finally they arrived at what she perceived was their destination. Her handler ordered her to a halt. Kathy was ready to collapse to the floor, but before she could she felt a chain being attached to the ring on top of her hood. Then there was a loud rattling as the slack was pulled out of the chain and Kathy was dragged beneath the point where it was mounted on the ceiling. The chain was shortened further and further until Kathy was practically dangling from the ceiling by her hood. Only her toes touched the ground to give her some respite.

Kathy stood teetering in fear and exhaustion, wondering why they were doing this to her. What had she done to deserve such cruel treatment? Who were these people? She needed to get ahold of someone at the prison to let them know that she had been abducted.

Suddenly Kathy's chest exploded in pain. She screamed into her gag in agony as she reeled from the cane stroke that had landed on her tits from out of nowhere. She suddenly flashed back to the image of Tina, her travelling companion back in the van, whose bound tits had been layered with aged welts and bruises, unmistakable signs from a fierce thrashing days before. Before the pain had even receded from the first blow, another strike landed across her tits. Kathy saw red. She'd received spankings before from some of her kinkier clients in her work as an escort, but that was absolutely nothing compared to this. She planted her toes on the ground and twisted herself around to shield herself from another blow.

The next strike landed across her firm round ass instead. She lost her footing and spun back around. Crash! Another strike assailed her tits. Kathy panicked. She pulled against the sleeves of her straightjacket, futile though she knew it was. She lifted her leg to kick at her assailant. Her ankle was easily caught by her attacker and she was rewarded with three quick snaps of the cane across the sole of her foot. These were somehow worse than any of the other strikes.

She lowered her leg and received another strike across her chest, the pain magnified by the tight bindings around the base of her tits that held them swollen and bulging from her chest. Over and over the cane whacked into her tits, sometimes down onto the tops, but just as often up from underneath so that no area was spared. Kathy cried and wailed, helpless to resist the ruthless assault on her exposed mounds.

Finally the cane stopped. Kathy was left sobbing, dangling from the ceiling by her hood, no longer with enough strength to even hold herself up with her toes. Rough hands spun her around by the shoulders. A body pressed up against her from behind, reached around and mauled her battered tits with large calloused fingers. Kathy struggled against his cruel grasp.

"Now, now," a gravelly voice growled into her ear. "Do you want to properly thank me for your introduction to our little club, or would you like another demonstration of what we can do?" His fingers traced the single welt running across her ass. "Maybe we can work on this next?"

"Nnngh, nnngh," Kathy begged.

Her assailant spun her back around to face him. "Well then," he said, "you'd better show me your appreciation."

His strong hands picked her up from the floor as if she weighed nothing. He nudged her legs apart with his knee while holding her by the waist. She felt the tip of his stiff cock enter her pussy. Kathy, now knowing exactly what he had in mind, wrapped her legs around his hips as he released his grip and lowered her more fully onto his member.

He let go entirely, letting Kathy sink down onto his dick. He made no motion to help as Kathy wriggled her hips back and forth and levered herself against the chain connecting her hood to the ceiling in an attempt to fuck him to his satisfaction. Her aching tits pressed up against him, screaming in pain and serving as a warning that she'd better do a good job or else her ass would be next.

Chapter 4

There was a loud buzz and the barred door in front of Annie swung open. She was guided into a large empty room with the rest of the new arrivals that had come in on the bus with her. It had been a whirlwind of filling out forms, taking fingerprints, submitting blood samples, and more before she was finally ushered into a small room and told to strip naked for a cavity search. She shrieked in surprise when the guard who arrived to conduct the search turned out to be a man. He angrily demanded that she bend over the table while he conducted his exam. She felt as if she would pass out as the man with the largest hands she'd ever seen (who had been chosen for the task for this very reason) explored every intimate nook and cranny in her body. Then she was issued her prison uniform, a pair of canvas shoes and a flimsy gray jumper with no bra or panties, and told to wait for the warden to address the new prisoners.

As she and the other prisoners were ushered into the large room they were arranged in two neat rows facing forward. Several of the girls nervously chatted. For Annie the reality of her situation was finally setting in. This was to be her home for years. She vowed to be the model prisoner, hopefully that would earn her some time off of her sentence.

After a short while, a woman with close cropped gray hair and a dark wool skirt and jacket walked in. She was flanked on either side by a pair of butch female guards, tapping their wooden batons menacingly against their palms. The woman paced up and down the rows, not saying anything, just looking each prisoner up and down with a scowl that did nothing to disguise her look of contempt for each woman. Finally she finished her inspection and walked to the front of the room to address the new arrivals.

"Welcome to my prison," she said. "I am Warden Schwartz. You will address me as such. You are here because you have made some bad decisions and this is where our justice system has decided to put people that make bad decisions. You might think that you can serve your time quietly and then be on your merry little way. Well, that's not how I do things in my prison.

"Despite what the bleeding hearts in the state capital think, you are not here to be rehabilitated. You are here to be punished. When you leave my prison you will never want to come back. That's all the rehabilitation that you need. Is that clear?"

There was a snicker in the back row. The warden's face hardened and she stormed up to the prisoner who dared to laugh at her. It was a young woman, in her early twenties. Her hair had been dyed purple and she had a full sleeve of tattoos running up each arm.

"Is something funny to you?" she growled into the woman's face.

"Yeah. You," the woman laughed flippantly.

In a flash one of the female guards advanced on the prisoner and slammed her baton into the prisoner's gut. The woman doubled over. As she did so the guard grabbed one of her arms and wrenched it up behind her back. "Show some respect for the warden," the guard growled.

"What's your name?" Warden Schwartz asked.

"Ah! Ah!" the prisoner cried as her arm was twisted higher up her back. "Veronica Clark."

"Well, Veronica," the warden said, ignoring the woman's distress. "You're not starting things out on the right foot. I think a few days in our punishment section will give you a chance to adjust your attitude." She turned to the guard. "Section A. Category A. Punishment detail."

The guard nodded and ushered Veronica out of the room with her tattooed arm still pinned up painfully behind her back. Marissa returned to her position in front of the prisoners. "I will now be giving you your cell block assignment. Remember it. It will be your home for the duration of your stay."

She went to the end of the row, looked the prisoner there up and down one more time, then gave her an assignment. She did the same for each prisoner as she made her way down the row. Each woman being assigned to either Section A, B, or C. It could have just been Annie's imagination, but it seemed to her that all the younger and more attractive girls were assigned to Section A, whereas the older and rougher looking ones were given to Section B or C.

When the warden finally got to Annie, she held her breath while the stern warden eyed her like a piece of meat. She was quickly assigned to Section A, the same as the troublemaker, Veronica. Before she could think about what this meant, a guard came through the door ahead of them and barked, "Section A prisoners, follow me."

Annie dutifully got in line and followed the guard out the door. The section A cellblock wasn't far away. They stopped at the end of a row of steel-barred cells. "Alright, fresh meat," the guard announced. "Welcome home."

They moved more slowly now as the guard yanked random girls out of line and assigned them to cells. Each of the newcomers was put into a cell with an existing inmate, who would ostensibly 'show them the ropes'. Annie looked at the faces of the women who'd already spent time in this prison. She thought she'd see hardened and angry expressions, instead she saw fear and defeat on their sunken and hollow eyes.

Annie was given her cell assignment and was surprised to see the cell empty. "Your cellmate is in Special Detention," the guard explained. "You might see her at dinner if she doesn't get herself in any more trouble."

The door slammed shut behind her and Annie took in the eight by ten foot room that would be her home for the rest of her sentence. Before she could get too comfortable though there was a commotion coming from the adjacent cell.

"Open number thirty seven," the guard hollered down the hall. There was a loud buzz and the cell door swung open. Annie watched as the guard stormed into the cell and grabbed its occupant by her long red hair and dragged her out into the common area in view of all the cells. He threw her to the ground and went back into the cell. The red-headed girl quickly climbed to her feet and stood at attention with her hands behind her head, elbows pointing out.

"What the hell is this, prisoner?" the guard asked, returning from the cell holding a hairbrush.

The prisoner's eyes grew wide with fear. "That's not mine," she stammered. "It belongs to my cellmate. She's in Special Detention."

"So you knew about it and didn't report it?" the guard asked, clearly speaking loud enough for the benefit of the whole cellblock.

"No, sir, I-"

"Silence! Your lies are only going to get you into more trouble."

The guard reached up to the prisoner's shoulders and tugged at the ties holding her jumpsuit together. The garment swiftly tumbled to the floor, leaving the terrified, trembling woman standing naked in front of everybody. Annie looked down at her own jumpsuit and noticed with trepidation that it, too, was held up by two flimsy ties at her shoulders.

"Grab your ankles!" ordered the guard.

Annie gasped as the woman immediately complied, thrusting her firm pale ass out for all to see. Without a moment's hesitation the guard walked around behind her, raised the hairbrush over his head, and whack! He slammed the flat side of the brush into her ass. The sound of the impact echoed through the cellblock, followed by a muted yelp from the red-haired woman. As her ass started to glow red from the first strike, the guard raised the hairbrush again and delivered another blow, and another, and another.

Annie watched in stunned silence while the guard rained blow after blow after blow into the woman's defenseless backside. All the while the woman held a white-knuckled grip on her ankles and fought to maintain her position, an anguished grunt escaped her mouth after every strike. Only after the entirety of her beautiful round ass was glowing bright red did he finally stop. He threw the hairbrush back into her cell.

"Stand up," he said. The woman shakily reassumed her stance at attention, her elbows trembling as she held her arms behind her head. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," the prisoner replied quickly. Annie could now see the tears trailing down the woman's face.

"Good. Let's not have this happen again or you'll be punished more severely," he said. "Back to your cell."

The woman hurried back into her cell, moving stiffly as her flaming red ass ached with every step. The guard threw her uniform in after her and slammed the door shut.

Annie remained dumbfounded by the sadistic display she had just watched. What had she gotten herself into, she wondered. Unfortunately for her, this was nothing compared to the punishments being meted out elsewhere in the prison.

Chapter 5

Crack!

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Simone's pained shriek was muffled by having her head trapped between the thick thighs of Carrie Pierce, head guard of Warden Schwartz's 'special punishment section'.

Carrie leaned back in the sex swing that she lay in and spread her legs. Simone pulled her tear-stained face back from the confines of Carrie's wet, sloppy cunt to take a breath. "Keep licking, whore!" the guard ordered.

Simone groaned as she leaned forward and resumed pleasuring the guard with her skilled tongue. Doing so forced her to rock forward on the wooden pony that she was perched upon. The wooden ridge buried itself in her aching pussy. She'd been 'riding' the pony all morning, awaiting the arrival of Warden Schwartz, who'd been delayed by other responsibilities in her prison.

Simone's legs had been folded double, with her ankles held to her thighs by tight leather straps, ensuring that her full weight pressed her body down onto the peak of the triangular wooden block. A nylon rope passed behind each knee and under the pony to ensure that she couldn't fall off. Her neck and wrists were trapped within a steel 'fiddle', a sort of metal stocks with a hinged larger hole on one end for her neck and two small holes in line with the metal struts on the opposite side of the hinge for her wrists, keeping her arms held immobile about a foot and a half in front of her body. This left her back nicely exposed to the bullwhip which had already been used liberally all over her vulnerable flesh.

Simone's ebony skin glistened with sweat under the harsh lights of the windowless punishment cell. Standing ten feet behind her Warden Schwartz drew back her bullwhip for another strike. She'd already had her turn laying back in the swing, elevated to a height where Simone's skilled tongue could give her the pleasure she'd dreamed about all morning, watching as Carrie expertly applied the bullwhip to the poor girl's muscular back.

Crack! The next lash landed almost perfectly on top of a previously drawn welt. "Ayee!" Simone screamed, pulling her face from Carrie's throbbing, wet pussy.

Crack! Crack! The warden delivered two rapid strikes. "Get your face back in there!" the Warden raged. Simone rocked forward on the pony once again, grinding her tortured pussy against the horse yet again. "And when you're done with Carrie you'll service every guard in the punishment suite. And you'd better do a damn good job if you don't want to spend the night up there!"

Carrie saw the warden draw the whip back for another strike. She closed her strong thighs around Simone's head, pinning the girl's face against her pussy.

Crack!

Chapter 6

Annie awoke the next morning, surprised to find that her cellmate had arrived some time over night and was sleeping soundly in the bunk below her. The girl's wispy blond hair framed her pretty face. She couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty years old. She looked so innocent and peaceful, laying there quietly as she was, but her puffy eyes suggested she'd been crying a lot recently.

A loud buzz sounded, waking everyone in the cellblock who wasn't already up, including Annie's new cellmate. "Line up for chow time, ladies!" a guard called out. Every door in the block swung open. Annie moved to get in line. Her cellmate stiffly shuffled out of bed to stand behind her.

"Hi, I'm Annie," she whispered over shoulder.

"I'm Zoe," the girl mumbled.

Annie had a lot of questions for her new cellmate, but a warning glance from a nearby guard stifled further conversation. After yesterday's demonstration she didn't want to do anything to get on the guards' bad side.

They marched off towards the cafeteria. Annie was hoping that breakfast was better than the 'dinner' that they were served the night before. She couldn't tell whether the meatloaf that they gave her was actually meat or the cardboard box that it had come in. Mealtime was one of the few times they interacted with prisoners from the other sections. They were all served together and sat at long tables in the large cafeteria.

Seeing the general population only further confirmed Annie's suspicion that only the younger and more attractive prisoners were in Section A. Furthermore, the Section A prisoners seemed much more passive and subdued than the others. They kept their eyes fixed to the floor and talked in low whispers, if they talked at all. The Section B and C prisoners were much more boisterous and rowdy.

Annie and Zoe loaded their trays up with food, or whatever it was that passed for food in this prison, and headed toward an open table near the rest of the Section A prisoners. Before they could sit down, however, they were intercepted by a big, pockmarked, beast of a woman from Section C.

"Well, well, look who's back from her little vacation," she sneered. Zoe made to step around the nasty woman, but the brute grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. "Where are you going? I'm talking to you."

Annie, feeling protective of her young and innocent-seeming cellmate, stepped between the two women. "Leave her alone. She clearly doesn't want to talk to you," she said.

"And who the fuck are you? Her new girlfriend?"

"I'm her cellmate," Annie replied defensively.

"Ha! Fresh meat! Has she licked your pussy yet?"

Annie gave her an appalled look.

"No?" the brute replied. "Why not? She's sucked off just about everyone else in this prison. Guards, prisoners, anyone who she thinks might go easy on her. I bet she's even licked the warden's tight old pussy, eh?" She prodded Zoe, who blushed and looked away. "But she hasn't sucked off old Rhonda yet, has she? And why not? I ain't gonna give you any diseases that you don't probably have already."

Zoe tried again to walk past the large woman, but Rhonda grabbed her arm and dragged her back towards her. The commotion had by now drawn the attention of most of the cafeteria.

"Come on, baby," she cooed. "Just a little taste. I gotta know what I'm missing out on."

Rhonda raised her meaty paws to the ties holding up Zoe's jumpsuit. She yanked them undone and Zoe's clothing quickly fell to the floor. There was a collective gasp from nearly every prisoner watching as the jumpsuit fell away, revealing Zoe's enormous tits. But that wasn't the surprising part. Every square inch of titflesh had been battered black and blue like her chest had gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer.

"Oh my," Rhonda whistled. "Did your girlfriend the warden give you those pretty marks?"

Before Zoe could respond, a gruff male guard approached the three of them. "Is there a problem here, ladies?" he grumbled.

"No, sir," Rhonda was quick to reply. "Just catching up with an old friend."

"Alright then. Keep it civil," the guard said. He turned his back on the women and started to walk away. Zoe made to follow him, hoping his proximity would dissuade further harassment from Rhonda. However, as soon as the guard's back was turned Rhonda shoved Zoe into Annie, who fell backwards towards the guard. She threw her tray up into the air in surprise as she tried to brace herself for the fall. Instead she and Zoe tumbled into the guard, who, a second later was pelted with the contents of their breakfast trays.

The entire cafeteria suddenly erupted, the ruckus serving as an opening to vent the prisoners' pent-up rage. Trays flew everywhere, prisoners jumped to their feet seeking out scores to settle. But almost immediately there was a shrill whistle and a dozen guards launched into the room wielding billy clubs. They beat and battered their way toward their fallen guard, thrashing anyone who came within range of their batons. The entire thing was over almost as fast as it started.

The fallen guard picked himself up off of the floor, his face red with rage. He wiped runny eggs from his face and pointed at Rhonda, Zoe, and Annie. "Take them away! Now!"

Two guards pounced on each woman. "Looks like another week in solitary, Rhonda," one of the guards remarked jovially.

"Oh, you know me," Rhonda replied. "I kinda like the peace and quiet."

Zoe, however, was much more distressed. She knew it wouldn't be solitary confinement for her. Section A prisoners got 'special detention'. Annie didn't see the look of horror on her cellmate's face as they were dragged out of the cafeteria.

Chapter 7

As Zoe and Annie were being dragged through the cafeteria, Junior Inspector of Prisons Isabella Rogers was stepping out of her car. She smoothed out the wrinkles from her business suit and gathered her papers. She was right on time for her appointment to meet with the warden about the inspection.

She walked through the courtyard to the visitor's entrance, her high heels clacking on the hard pavement as she went. She tsk-tsked at the ostentatious fountain in the center of the courtyard. Such a waste of tax dollars on something so frivolous. She made a note in her record as she stood in the shadow of the huge jet of water streaking up from the fountain.

A guard dog barked as she approached the security checkpoint. Isabella laughed. "This happens every time," she explained. "Dogs love me." She signed herself in, presented her credentials to the guards at the entrance, and submitted her bag to be searched for contraband, then she was taken straightaway to the warden's office.

The warden was seated behind her enormous mahogany desk (another unnecessary expense that Isabella took note of). She didn't stand up as Isabella came in and introduced herself.

"I'm sure you heard that Inspector Hardman is a bit under the weather?" Warden Schwartz said, fully aware that the likely cause was the flu-ridden prisoner she had plucked out of the infirmary to fuck him yesterday. "I hope you don't mind conducting the inspection by yourself, Ms. Rogers?"

"Not at all. Please call me Isabella," she replied. "I've taken the liberty to pull up the records for this facility. I have to admit they're rather impressive. Your budget is solid. Prisoner complaints are essentially non-existent. Your recidivism rate is among the lowest in the country. When women leave your prison, they sure don't want to come back."

The warden squirmed in her seat as Isabella read off the highlights of her report. She nodded along indifferently, as though her focus seemed elsewhere.

"But," Isabella continued, "just because your numbers are good doesn't mean that I won't give your prison a thorough review."

She thought she saw a twinge of annoyance on the warden's face, but it was quickly replaced with a forced smile. "Of course, Ms. Rogers. I would expect nothing less. Our doors are open, if there's anything you'd like to see, just name it and I'll make it happen."

"I think I'd like to start with your personnel records. I'm curious about the guards you have working here. It's rather unorthodox to have so many male guards working in a female prison."

The warden shifted again in her seat. "Yes, well the state doesn't afford us nearly enough budget to pay the guards very much. We have to take who we can get. I've had to come up with some creative incentives to recruit and retain the staff that we have."

Isabella took a breath to ask the warden what she meant by that, but was interrupted as the woman leaned forward and pressed a buzzer on her desk. "Maureen," she said, "would you take Ms. Rogers to the human resources office so she can look over our files there?"

Before the warden even let go of the buzzer her assistant was through the door, leading Isabella by the arm towards the file room.

As the door to her office closed behind Isabella, the warden leaned back. There was an audible gasp from between her legs. Marissa looked down at the partial face exposed from the tiny crate that sat behind her desk instead of a chair. The warden grabbed a towel and dried the saliva from her black latex panties and then lowered her dress.

"Oh, Simone," she said to the box, "I do so love that thing you do with your tongue when you become frantic for oxygen."

She grabbed a bottle of water from her desk and held it up to the prisoner's lips. "Drink," she ordered. The wretched little thing was probably rather thirsty considering the fact that she had spent the entire night packed away in this tiny box, placed there after she'd been taken down from the wooden pony the previous day. She marvelled at how her guards had packed her into such a small space, especially since the box was designed for the comfort of the person sitting on top of it rather than the person residing in it. All that could be seen of Simone was her mouth and nose where they protruded from a leather padded hole in the top of the box.

"Open," Marissa commanded, after the girl had eagerly downed all the water. Simone complied and the warden snorted up a gob of phlegm and spat it into the girl's mouth. "That's breakfast. Be a good girl and I'll have something more substantive for lunch."

She shoved the box further under her desk and went to go have a look around her prison.

Chapter 8

Kathy Winter was awakened by a female voice hollering into her cell, "Good morning, sunshine!" She lifted her manacled hands to rub the sleep from her eyes before remembering that she still wore the damned hood that she had arrived at this facility in. The world around her head remained a hot, tight, uncomfortable, black void. After fucking the man who had caned her she was caned again, not for her attacker's sadistic satisfaction, but for her benefit - to drive home the fact that she was truly and hopelessly fucked. There would be no relief. There would be no escape. There would be no mercy.

When they finally took her down she was blindly guided down twisting hallways, again with the cattle prod constantly urging her recklessly forward. She was shoved into a tiny cell with concrete walls on three sides. It was no more than two feet on each side, with a ceiling so low that she had to stay stooped over in a standing position. Somehow, through exhaustion and despair, she managed to fall asleep leaning against the bars of the door. As she slept, copious amounts of drool poured out of the metal pipe jutting out of her hood, covering her bruised and battered chest with saliva. Her ass was worse off. The marks from the cane had combined to form one huge bruise spanning both cheeks. Several times during the night she had shifted so that her ass pressed against the wall. This immediately awoke her from her slumber as the pressure renewed the pain from her beating. At some point someone came by and poured an awful tasting slurry into the pipe jutting from her mouth, she obediently swallowed under threat of more violence.

The door to the cell swung open. Kathy, unable to see what was going on, tumbled out after it. She was caught by the hands of her captor. "I'm Mistress Lisa," the woman said. "I'll be looking after you today."

"Mmmph, mmmph," Kathy pleaded to her unseen attendant, desperate for relief from the relentless torture she'd experienced since leaving prison. But her pathetic grunts were ignored. She felt a leash being snapped onto the front of her collar, then a tug guided her along to wherever it was she was being taken to next.

The trip wasn't very far. She plodded along on the cold concrete, her bare feet slapping against the hard floor. The leash attached to her neck was tied off to a wall while Mistress Lisa busied herself with something else. With her hearing muffled by the thick leather hood, Kathy could hardly tell what was going on around her. She strained her ears and thought she heard an anguished groan. Another prisoner? She couldn't be sure. The only other poor soul she'd met in this place was Tina, her companion from the van ride. How many more people could they have here, she wondered.

There was the distinct rattling of chains and more pained groans, then Kathy felt the leash being detached from her collar.

"You look thirsty, cunt," her mistress said. "Kneel!"

The order was accompanied by a kick to the back of her legs that dropped her to her knees. Her head was yanked back by the ring embedded in the top of her hood. She felt a funnel inserted into her tube gag. Kathy was parched. Aside from the 'meal' she'd had during the night she hadn't had anything to eat or drink since leaving the prison. Her dry tongue eagerly waited at the end of the pipe. She heard the trickle of liquid hitting the funnel... then retched as the taste of acrid, salty piss poured down the tube and into her mouth. Her captor's hands held her firm as she tried to twist away. Kathy coughed and shook, fighting to expel the awful fluid from her mouth - all she accomplished was snorting the salty piss into her nose.

"Drink whore!" her captor screamed, slapping her face through the hood. More piss flowed down the pipe. Kathy struggled to obey. Her stomach fought to return the disgusting liquid back up her throat, but she took gulp after wretched gulp until finally the stream tapered off.

"You look hungry too," the woman said menacingly. "Might as well give you something to eat while we're at it."

Once more a foul tasting slurry was poured into her mouth. Kathy cringed at the taste, swallowing as fast as possible so it wouldn't spend any more time than necessary in her mouth. The gruel kept coming and coming.

"I bet you think this tastes like shit," the woman remarked. Kathy moaned as the slop drained into her mouth. "Well don't worry, it's not all shit. We also mix in some protein powder and other nutrients. We can't have you dying of malnourishment, now can we?"

Kathy stopped swallowing as the woman's words sank in. She felt her stomach rebel and try to force her meal back up. Mistress Lisa's hand quickly clamped over the end of the pipe, leaving nowhere for it to go.

"You'd better swallow that down and keep it down," she said with acid in her voice. "This is some of our best stuff," she added in a friendlier tone. "The slave who prepared it even took the trouble to chew it up for you so that it would slide down your gullet more easily. Wasn't that nice of her?"

Kathy was thrown to the floor while her captor tidied away her meal things. Kathy lay on her side, retching and heaving, willing herself to keep down her meal lest she draw the ire of this new tormentor.

After a moment she was dragged back to her feet. Hands guided her forward until she felt her thighs bump into a low table in front of her. The manacles were removed from her wrists and her arms were yanked behind her and fitted into a leather armbinder. Her shoulders were pulled back as the laces were drawn tighter and tighter, forcing her to thrust out her chest, her big battered tits hung proudly before her.

With her arms secured, she felt hands grabbing at her ankles. Each foot was positioned on the inside part of either table leg, her ankles locked in place with a metal shackle. There was enough slack in the connection that she could rise up onto her toes, but not enough that she could move her foot away from the table leg. As she rocked back on her heels she could feel that there was some sort of lever or pressure switch under each one.

After her ankles were locked in place she was shoved forward until her face met the top of the table in front of her. "Stay there!" she was ordered as she stood bent over with her ass thrust out. She nearly jumped up as she felt a gob of cold lube smeared onto her asshole. She bit down on her gag as she felt first one finger and then another unceremoniously jammed into her puckered brown hole to loosen her up.

"Ngggh!" she protested when this was followed up with a six inch long, cold, metal dildo. The lube paved the way for its entire length to glide up into her ass except for a broad metal ring welded onto the bottom end. The dildo was drawn in and out several times, slowly assfucking Kathy as she lay bent over the table wondering what was next. After a dozen or so thrusts it was fully inserted once more and Kathy was yanked upright.

"This might pinch a little," Mistress Lisa said casually.

"Aiyyyyyee!" Kathy shrieked as her left nipple exploded in pain. It felt as if some vicious bird of prey had snatched the tip of her tit in its sharp talons. Kathy's chest heaved. Short, sharp breaths escaped from her tube gagged mouth as she tried to acclimate to the agony of the nipple clamp. She thrashed her chest to and fro before realizing that there was no way to shake the cruel clamp loose, and trying only made the pain flare worse. Her captor waited a few minutes for Kathy to calm before snapping the second clamp onto her other nipple and sending her spiraling into misery once more.

As the piercing bite of the clamps cooled to a persistent debilitating ache she heard two more agonized shrieks from someone standing not too far in front of her, perhaps another victim of her mistress's awful devices. Then she felt a horrible twisting and tearing at the painful clamps, a sensation that would have brought her to her knees if her present position hadn't prevented it. It seemed that her mistress was connecting a chain to each clamp, there was a weight pulling Kathy forward and down. She yielded to the pressure and tipped her body forward to alleviate some of the strain.

After a few more minutes her mistress said in a loud clear voice, "I think we are ready. By now you slaves have surmised that you are not alone in today's punishment. In fact, I think you may know each other rather well after yesterday's journey." Kathy immediately remembered poor Tina, the other occupant of the van who was tortured alongside her on her journey to this awful place. Somehow putting a name to the previously unknown victim standing nearby made her feel a little better. At least she wouldn't be experiencing this alone.

"Since you are both hooded and gagged I think it would be helpful to explain the situation that you will soon find yourselves in," Mistress Lisa continued. "You are standing facing each other on either side of a table. Your nipples are connected to each other via two long loose chains and an empty bucket rests on the table. It is attached to the center of the two chains. You'll find that if you each lean back a little then the tension from the chains ought to lift the bucket free from the table. Why would you want to do that, you might ask? Well, in a minute I will activate an electrode that is on the table. If the bucket is resting on the table then it will complete the circuit that you two are making with those lovely metal chains and you'll get a nice little shock."

The gravity of the situation sank in as Kathy realized that she'd have to intentionally pull on her nipples, tugging on those horrendous clamps, and relying on Tina to do the same if she wanted to avoid the electric shocks.

"Now, to keep you girls on your toes, as it were, there's another twist. Beneath each of your heels is a pressure switch, if you lower a heel you will turn on a faucet positioned above the bucket which will make the bucket get heavier and heavier. Isn't it delightfully diabolical?" the woman asked.

Even though the woman hadn't yet started the setup, Kathy found herself rising up onto her toes already. It would hurt enough just holding up the empty bucket, she certainly didn't want to add to her suffering with additional weight, and she hoped Tina would be of the same mind.

"We're just about ready to start," the woman said. "But there's one more thing. You may have noticed that there's nothing holding those lovely buttplugs into your worthless assholes. Well that's where our prisoner's dilemma comes in. If both of you let your buttplugs slip out then you will both spend the night in our punishment cell and you will be tortured again tomorrow. If one of you lets your buttplug slip and the other does not, then the one who keeps it in will get a few day's rest in her cell while the other gets a hardy lesson in the true meaning of pain. If you both manage to keep your plugs in then you will both spend the night in the punishment cell and maybe get a day off after that. Got it? Good."

Before either girl had any warning Mistress Lisa activated her setup. As the bucket was still resting on the table, the electric current immediately surged up into the bucket and through the metal chains connected to the girls' bodies. Kathy shrieked. This was no 'little shock', it was a blast of white hot electric pain blasted into her tits. It rocketed down through her body, making a beeline to the metal plug shoved into her ass before exiting through her feet and into the ground. She reflexively threw herself back, helping to lift the bucket free from the table, though also tearing viciously at the cruel clamps attached to her nipples. Unfortunately she also rocked back onto her heels. As she depressed the switches on the floor she heard the loud patter of water landing in the empty bucket. She quickly realized her mistake and jumped back up onto tiptoe.

It took a second for the water to cut off, even after she had lifted herself from the switches. The cruel cascade of liquid rattled into the bucket, sending tremors translating up the chains to her crushed and stretched nipples. The whole sequence took only a few seconds, but left Kathy gasping for breath. How could she be expected to maintain this torture for any amount of time? The only 'good' thing was that the surprise of the shock hadn't caused her to expel the dildo. The current had caused her muscles to tense up, grabbing tight onto the hard metal plug.

Chapter 9

Annie's concern grew greater and greater as she saw how distressed Zoe was at being sentenced to special detention. After being hauled out of the cafeteria Annie watched as Zoe, still naked, had a thick black cloth bag pulled over her head. There was a wad of leather stitched into the part of the bag around her mouth. A strap circled the bag there which was buckled closed, locking the leather gag into the girl's mouth.

Annie glanced down at Zoe's swollen and bruised tits. Who, or what, could have caused such damage? What had they done to her? Surely she wasn't in line for the same sort of cruelty for herself! Zoe must have done something especially egregious to have earned such harsh treatment.

Zoe was fitted with manacles connecting her wrists and ankles which were fed through a chain wrapped about her waist. The last Annie saw of her, Zoe was being led away, taking small, rapid steps due to the short chain connecting her ankles. Then, Annie, too, was bagged, gagged, and shackled.

She was led through doors and hallways of the prison with a guard on either side of her. At one point she found herself descending steps into a basement that she didn't even know the prison had. The final door she went through was a heavy, solid steel that she could hear the guard struggle to manually open.

"We've got another one for you, Carrie," one of the guards said as they stepped inside. "Three days of special detention ought to teach her some respect."

"We'll take good care of her," someone, presumably Carrie replied. "You're just in time for lockdown," she said to Annie. "Let's get you prepped."

The guards who had escorted her shoved her forward and retreated through the heavy door and closed it behind them. More hands grabbed her and pulled her forward. Her fetters were removed. She gasped as the ties to her prison jumpsuit were undone and her only clothing fell to the floor. Naked, they threw her on top of a table. Annie felt so vulnerable while, naked, gagged, and blindfolded, she felt her legs lifted up. Someone pressed each of her feet into a wad of clothing and started sliding it up her legs. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was skintight and the guards struggled to fit her into it.

The outfit came up over her hips and she noticed that there were cutouts in the material for her pussy and ass. Her hands were guided forward into the armholes and the material was pulled up over her chest. She blushed as one of the guards pawed at her tits, squeezing them into a set of holes in the front of the clothing. With everything finally in place, the zipper running up from the small of her back to the back of her neck was closed. Annie shuddered as she felt the material draw tight across her body. A small lock at the top fixed the zipper in place. Annie was in a skintight bodysuit that ran from her feet to her neck.

Not done yet, the guards fitted each of her hands into a pair of elbow length opera gloves made of the same material. It overlapped with the bodysuit that reached to her wrists, leaving only her tits, ass, and pussy uncovered.

She felt hands reach up behind her head and undo the buckle on her gag. As she flexed her aching jaw the bag was pulled up over her head. Annie wasn't sure what she expected to see in the special detention holding area, but it certainly wasn't this. It was a dank, dim room, longer than it was wide with concrete walls and a concrete floor underneath an unfinished ceiling with exposed conduit and utility pipes overhead. But what immediately drew her attention were the two rows of holding cells, one up against either wall to her left and right. Though 'cell' wasn't really the right word for what they were. Instead they were cages a little bigger than a kennel for a large dog.

Inside each cage was a prisoner dressed head to toe in shiny black latex, aside from their tits which jutted obscenely from the holes in their bodysuits. They knelt with their heads submissively bowed forward, eyes cast down, peering at the floor through the pair of eyeholes in their shiny black hoods. Their wrists were handcuffed behind their backs and their mouths were stuffed with large red ballgags.

Annie looked down at her own body and saw that she, too, was wearing a black latex bodysuit identical to the girls in the cages. She was stunned. Her jaw dropped.

"You can't do this!" she said, recovering her senses. "This is inhumane! This is cruel and unusual punishment! You're not allowed to do this! I have rights! I'm going to - ahhh!" She was cut off by one of the guards reaching up and viciously pinching her exposed nipple.

"Hey, you hear that Carrie?" the guard joked. "This one says she has rights!"

"Is that so?" Carrie said, turning toward the new arrival. "Well, not down here." The guard with the vicelike grip on her nipple twisted. Annie dropped to her knees in pain. "Down here you are to be punished. Down here you are to suffer. And if you were to ever try and tell anyone about what happens down here then you will soon wish you had never been born. Am I clear?"

The guard twisted Annie's nipple harder. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Yes, I got it," Annie gasped.

The guard released his grip. Annie sagged forward in relief. A tight latex hood was pulled over her head. Her wide eyes peered out through the eyeholes with fear and uncertainty. And she smartly opened wide when a bright red ballgag was brought up to her mouth. Her wrists were fixed behind her back with a pair of handcuffs. Before moving her towards an empty cell halfway down the row one of the guards sprayed her with polish, working all up and down her bodysuit and hood until she gleamed under the harsh lights of the basement dungeon.

In a different context Annie might have thought she looked sexy, wearing a skintight shiny latex outfit. But here there was only humiliation, anxiety, and fear. Being led to her cell she was reminded just how exposed she was, with the cool air passing over her uncovered pussy, ass, and tits.

The cage door opened by sliding the entire front panel of bars up from the floor. She was shoved to the ground and ordered to crawl in. With her hands fixed behind her back she shuffled forward on her knees.

"Turn around!" the guard ordered. Annie spun to face outward from her cell. The door slammed down in front of her. She could see now that there was a small square gap in the bars on the door, about six inches on each side. The guard undid a latch and slid up the section making up the top of the square. "Put your head in there."

Annie tipped her head forward, effectively sticking her head out of the cage, and the guard snapped the panel shut around her neck. Her head was now trapped inside the barred section. She peered out at the other prisoners and realized that they, too, had their heads enclosed in the same way. Now that she was closer she could see their exhausted and dejected expressions even through their tight latex hoods. Each girl had a pool of saliva on the floor beneath her mouth from the drool leaking out from behind her gag. She looked between the bars of their cages and was alarmed to see that, like Zoe, these girls had marks and bruises on their breasts, though not nearly as severe as her cellmate had.

She glanced from cage to cage seeing more of the same until Carrie stepped in front of her. "Eyes down, princess," she snarled. "It's lockdown time - a chance for you to think about how you can be a better prisoner."

Annie sighed and cast her eyes to floor in front of her. She moved to sit back on her ankles but realized that with her head trapped in the bars she couldn't lower herself far enough to rest. She'd have to spend this entire time with her knees pressed into the hard concrete floor. Little did she know that this was only the beginning.

Chapter 10

Isabella set down the stack of personnel records and stretched. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something. This prison seemed too good - on paper, at least. She pushed back her chair and stood up. Maybe a walk around would help. As she opened the door to the office she'd occupied and stepped out into the hallway she was immediately met by Warden Schwartz headed her way.

"Ah, Ms. Rogers, I hope everything is meeting your expectations so far?" the warden asked.

"Yes. I don't see anything wrong that would merit inclusion in my report," Isabella replied. "Though it appears that many of your guards are lacking background checks."

The warden started walking down the hall with Isabella, subtly guiding her away from any 'sensitive' areas that she'd rather her not see.

"Yes, well we've put the requests in, but the justice department is so backlogged that they often don't come back in a timely manner. I assure you, we make sure to vet our staff thoroughly during interviews," Marissa responded, not mentioning that she never bothered to submit background checks for the guards that she knew would not pass - hardened criminals and thugs who would be completely loyal to her and shared her 'interests'.

The pair walked past a window overlooking the magnificent fountain in front of the prison, its jet of water seemed to loft even higher into the air than Isabella had remembered when she arrived. "Warden, I have to ask," Isabella said as she looked out the window, "you complain that you're budget constrained, and yet you maintain this ostentatious fountain. Why?"

The warden paused beside her and smiled. "Ah, that. It was a gift from a local philanthropist, Martha Van Pelt. She gave a very generous grant to the prison to help us with some renovations. Her only condition was that we also install this fountain, her own design, to 'inspire the inmates to push farther'. She pays completely for its operation and maintenance."

Isabella nodded understanding. "Very generous indeed," she agreed. "Can the inmates even see the fountain from the parts of the prison they have access to?"

Marissa shrugged. "I don't think so, but if you've ever met Mrs. Van Pelt you'd know that she always gets her way and doesn't take kindly to objections."

The warden guided Isabella towards the staff dining room. "Allow me to buy you lunch," she said. "Our cooking staff is remarkably talented. I bet you our prisoners have never had anything on the outside like what they get in here."

"That sounds great," Isabella said. "After lunch I'd like to take a look at your inmate records." She thought she saw the warden ever-so-slightly break her stride as she said this.

"The inmate records? Mr. Hardman never wanted to look at those. The prisoners themselves actually have very little to do with how the prison is run," she explained.

"Nevertheless, I would still like to see them. I want to know what these women are up to at an individual level while they are under your care," Isabella insisted.

"As you wish," Marissa said. "Though we're in the middle of digitizing our inmate records, so we might not have a complete set available for you to see today."

"Anything you can give me will be fine, I'm sure," Isabella smiled. "But let's eat. I'm starving."

Chapter 11

"All right, prisoners, chow time!" the guard called out as he paced in front of the cage that Annie kneeled in. He unlatched the panel that locked her head in place. Annie pulled herself free and sat back in relief. She'd spent most of the morning in 'lockdown', kneeling with her eyes cast to the floor and a growing pool of drool growing beneath her gagged and hooded head. Almost immediately upon being locked in that position she realized that she couldn't rest her neck on the section of cage that enclosed it due to several sharpened burrs that lined the bottom edge. So her back bore the strain of holding her stock still, leaning forward with her latex covered feet pointed to the back of her cage, and her hands cuffed behind her back.

She stretched her stiff muscles as the guard moved back up the row sliding each cage door open. The other prisoners, knowing the drill, crawled out on their knees and set themselves before a long narrow trough that had been placed between the rows of cages. Annie followed suit when her cage was opened. She moved forward and kneeled in front of the empty trough, sitting back on her haunches. She looked into the empty container and saw pieces of dried food stuck to the sides and bottom, apparently it hadn't been washed since its last use.

Once everyone was out of their cages one guard moved down the line of prisoners and removed the ballgag from each girl's mouth. Meanwhile another guard grabbed a metal bucket out of the cage at the end of the row and dipped it into an unlabeled barrel. He came up with a bucketful of unrecognizable slop which he poured into the trough. He went back twice more for additional gruel to add to the container. The prisoners, however, didn't wait for the guard to finish filling the trough before shoving their faces into the revolting gruel and eating as quickly as they could. With their hands still cuffed behind their backs they had no choice but to stick their faces down into the unappetizing mass. They furiously ate, like contestants in a pie eating contest at the state fair.

Annie watched in disbelief as the women devoured the contents of the trough. She looked back at the guard, hoping that he'd free her hands so she could eat with at least a little dignity.

"What's the matter, princess?" he sneered. "Too good to dine with the other girls? You'd better eat up. Y'all got fountain duty after this."

Annie didn't know what that meant, but figured that she ought to heed the guard's advice. She leaned forward and slurped an unrecognizable chunk of something into her mouth.

"Bleh!" she said, spitting the chunk back into the trough. "That tastes awful!"

The guard laughed. "I'm sorry, your majesty, but that's all you'll be getting while you're staying down here with us. If you have a problem with it then perhaps you'd like to bring it up to the warden herself." He placed a hand on the back of her head. "Here, let me help you."

He suddenly pressed Annie forward, burying her face in the puddle of slop in front of her. Annie struggled and resisted, trying to lift her nose and mouth free from the suffocating slime. Her vocal protests were translated to a flourish of bubbles that erupted from the goo around her submerged face. The guard placed his other hand on the front of her throat.

"I'm not letting you up until I feel you swallow a nice big mouthful of this delicious meal that we prepared for you," he warned.

Annie could feel her breath running out. Through her growing panic she heard the guard's warning. She filled her mouth with the fetid food and forced herself to swallow. The guard, feeling her throat bulge with the lump of prisoner chow, relented. He let go of Annie's head and she popped up, gasping for breath.

"That wasn't so hard, was it princess?" he teased. Annie stared back at him with slop running down her face, collecting on her bare tits below. "Now keep going. Meal time is almost over."

Annie, keeping a wary eye on the guard who watched her like a hawk, leaned forward and slurped up another mouthful. She forced herself to swallow and closed her eyes as she willed herself to keep it down. Then she went back for another bite.

True to the guard's word, after a couple of minutes they called an end to meal time. The prisoners sat back on their ankles, their mouths covered in the slime they'd just eaten. Though Annie, of course, was the messiest of the bunch. One of the guards dipped a rag into a bucket and went down the row wiping the girls clean. They scrunched up their faces in disgust as the guard roughly scoured away the accumulated scum.

When it came time for Annie's turn to be wiped clean the guard grabbed her by the back of the neck with one hand and mashed his filthy rag into her face. She gagged as the cloth passed over face. It smelled like it had been dipped in piss (which, in fact, it had!). Her eyes stung as he wiped away the detritus that had accumulated on her eyelashes. He took special care to clean up every last speck, spending longer than was necessary pawing at her tits to get them all the way clean before finally moving on to the next girl.

Once everyone was tidied up they were returned to their cages, but they were only there for a few minutes before one of the guards announced, "Time for fountain duty!"

Chapter 12

Tina was trembling. Kathy could feel it as the girl's vibrations translated up the chain that connected their nipples to the heavy bucket suspended between them. Kathy herself fought against the growing fatigue in her legs as she struggled to stay up on her toes. Over time each of the unhappy prisoners had been guilty of rocking back onto her heels and activating the switch to add more water to the bucket. That added mass now sloshed around inside the container, adding to the pain and misery caused by the pull of the vicious clamps on their nipples.

"Grrmmph mmph!" Kathy grunted encouragement from behind her gag. Her back ached, not nearly as much as her tits, but still, she'd been pulling against the weight hanging from her chest nonstop since the beginning of the punishment. Relief meant white hot pain from the electricity that would shock the both of them if the bucket sagged too low, as it already had many times.

"At least I've managed to hold on to the dildo," Kathy thought to herself. Keeping her ass clenched against the slippery metal rod in her butt had given her something to focus on other than her pain. She couldn't tell whether or not Tina still held hers. The idea of spending a few days left alone in her cell sounded like paradise and she had contemplated several times trying to lower the bucket and catch Tina off guard so that she'd drop her own dildo. But she wasn't keen on punishing herself in the process, and she didn't trust herself to hold on to the dildo if she did.

She could feel Tina begin to sag. Kathy leaned back farther to compensate.

"Nggh! Nggh!" she begged, but Tina weakened more. Kathy braced herself for the inevitable.

Bzzzt! She stiffened and screamed as the current rocketed up the chain and into her tits. Her whole body tensed and shook, exploding in agony. She fought through the pain to pull herself more upright, leaning back more and more to try and raise the bucket again. But there was no tension on the chains. Tina must have collapsed forward. She writhed and squealed as her muscles convulsed. Finally after what felt like minutes, but was probably only seconds, she could sense Tina pulling herself upright. She groaned as her tortured nipples stretched under the heft of the bucket once again. The electricity mercifully cut off. Kathy could feel the unmistakable patter of additional water hitting the bucket. Either she or Tina must have dropped down from their tippy toes during the event. The two girls gasped for breath as they resumed their tortured pose.

"Oh, that was fantastic!" Mistress Lisa laughed. Kathy stiffened at the realization that her mistress had returned. How long had she been standing there? She tried to remain still as she sensed Mistress Lisa pacing around the table.

"Are you girls having fun?" she teased. Kathy cringed as she felt her mistress tap the protruding end of her ass dildo. "You both have managed to hold on to your dildos, I see."

Kathy slumped a little with disappointment at the news. She had hoped that after all this Tina at least would have dropped her dildo, instead they were right where they were when they started.

Mistress Lisa regarded her two suffering slaves for a few more minutes. "I've got an idea," she said. She disappeared for a moment, but Kathy thought she heard her rifling through some drawers for something.

"Argh!" Kathy heard Tina suddenly complain. Before she could wonder what had happened, she involuntarily grunted herself as she felt a swift tug on her ass dildo. Mistress Lisa returned to her position beside the two girls.

"There," she said. "A couple of weights hanging from each of your dildos ought to help us determine who wants to hold out longer."

Kathy shifted as she increased the clench of her buttocks. She felt a cold lump of metal brush up against the back of her leg as the new weights swayed back and forth.

"I'll be back again in a little while," Mistress Lisa announced.

Chapter 13

"Come on, cunt!" the guard growled as he dragged Annie's neighbor from her cell and took her out through the heavy steel door. Since the announcement that it was time for 'fountain duty' the guard had been removing prisoners from the cages one by one, leading them through the door and then returning alone. Annie's mind raced with the possibilities. Were they going out to clean a fountain? Was this some new punishment that they would be subjected to? The resigned look on the faces of the other prisoners told her it could be nothing good.

After a few minutes the guard returned and stood in front of Annie's cage. She quickly scurried out as soon as the door swung open. Then she was yanked to her feet and prodded out through the heavy door. The pair moved across the hall to a small room.

"Stand there," the guard ordered as he moved her to the middle of the room. He looked her up and down. "Size small," he muttered to himself, then opened a chest and started yanking bundles of black leather out. Annie watched in silence. She knew better than to talk back. After he had pulled everything out from the chest he pointed at a table up against the wall. "Over there. Bend over the table."

Annie did as she was told. She tried to look back over her shoulder but was ordered to keep her eyes forward. The guard came up behind her and kicked her legs apart. She heard him fumbling around with something. She tried to lift herself up when she felt a wet, slippery object press against her butthole. "What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled. "You have no right to - oof!" The guard slammed her back down on the table, knocking the wind out of her.

"Shut up, whore!" the guard hollered. He tried again to insert what Annie now saw was a buttplug into her ass. She squirmed away.

"No! No! You can't!" she screamed.

Frustrated, the guard threw down the buttplug. In one smooth movement he reached for the stungun on his belt and unclipped it. He pressed the metal prongs into the bit of exposed flesh around her ass and fired.

"Aiyeee!" Annie shuddered and stiffened as the metal prongs delivered a jolt to her body. He held the trigger for several seconds as she writhed and convulsed on the table. When he let go she collapsed to the table, gasping for breath.

"Are you going to cooperate?" he snarled. Annie nodded her head weakly. He picked up the buttplug again and pressed the tip against her anus. With a few persistent shoves and several warnings to 'unclench or else', he was able to work the long, thin plug into her ass. Annie groaned as her tight hole swallowed the remaining length up to the wide base of the plug. Aside from the overly invasive cavity search when she had arrived at the prison, she'd never had anything in her ass before.

The guard unlocked her wrists from the cuffs that held them behind her back. "Flip over onto your back," he ordered, resting a hand on the stungun clipped to his belt. Annie did so, noticing now that there was a long tube with a squeezable bulb connected to the end of her buttplug.

With her ass hanging off the end of the table the guard elbowed her knees apart and picked up another dildo which had a tube connected to the end. She bit her lip as the guard penetrated her pussy with the dildo. She was going to file such an epic lawsuit once she got out of this place!

As he worked the dildo deeper and deeper Annie could feel it rubbing against the buttplug through the thin membrane of flesh that separated the two. Now completely double stuffed, Annie felt so full.

"You'd better keep that in there," the guard warned. "Use your hand if you have to."

She reached down to hold the dildo in place. The guard stepped back. "That's a good look for you," he remarked, looking at the young latex clad woman laying on the table before him, legs spread, ass and pussy filled, and her tits poking out from the holes in her bodysuit. Annie blushed bright red and held her tongue to stifle her complaints.

The guard turned to the pile of leather he'd retrieved from the trunk. He started with a pair of thick black leather pants that he put on over her latex bodysuit. They were tight. He was able to draw them up her legs by loosening the laces that ran up each leg. But it required the combined effort of both he and Annie to pull the small pants up over her hips. The tubes on the butt plug and dildo fit neatly through two small slits in the leather. Once they were up, the guard buckled a leather strap embedded within the pants around her hips, then ran two more straps, one on either side of the tubes, between her legs. He buckled those straps so tight that there was no longer any chance of the dildo slipping free, or even moving at all for that matter. He then drew every little bit of slack out of the laces on her legs until the leather fit her like a second skin (or third if you counted the layer of latex beneath).

Next up was a black leather corset. Annie had never worn a corset before and was surprised by how much it slimmed her waist. And that was even before the guard started fully tightening the laces. He flipped her over onto her front and put a knee into her back to draw the corset as small as possible. By the time he finished Annie could only breathe by taking small breaths and the guard probably could have joined his fingers around her waist.

The guard followed this up with a black leather top that fit over her front like a straightjacket. There were two holes matching the ones on her latex bodysuit through which her tits were drawn. When she slid her arms into the sleeves she found that each one ended in a thick mitten that held her hands clenched in a fist. More laces drew the leather top tight around her body.

The next item was an intimidating leather hood. Annie fought back a feeling of claustrophobic panic as the dark leather was drawn over her head. She thankfully noticed the narrow eyeholes as they were adjusted in front of her face. However, instead of a hole for her mouth there was a thick wad of leather attached to the inside. The large mass was jammed into her mouth, holding her jaw wide. As she explored the wad with her tongue she fearfully noticed the bite marks left behind by previous wearers. The guard tightened down the hood with more laces and buckles until Annie felt its crushing grip all around her head. Her breath whistled out from two small holes located beneath her nose.

This was followed by a tall matching collar that wrapped around most of Annie's neck. The material was so stiff that once the collar was buckled closed she couldn't turn her head more than a few degrees in any direction.

The pile of clothing that the guard had pulled out of the chest had all but disappeared. Only a pair of six inch stilleto ankle boots remained. He sat her back on the table, wedged her latex covered feet into the boots, and laced them up. When she was brought back to her feet she teetered precariously on the dauntingly high shoes.

"Almost done," the guard remarked. "Just a few more details."

He found a pair of leather wrist cuffs and put those on. Then he wrenched her arms around her back and connected them via a short link to the back of her collar. With her arms pinned behind her Annie was forced to thrust her chest out. She noticed as she did so that there were several long leather ties that dangled down from the leather top just below where her tits poked through. The guard attended to those next. He took each set of strips and wound them around and around and around the base of each breast before tying them off. Annie grunted her disapproval as she felt her tits swell and darken from the reduced circulation.

Next the guard knelt before Annie and took the inflator bulb connected to her pussy dildo into his hand. In the course of her growing bondage Annie had forgotten all about the inflators as she had gradually become accustomed to the fullness caused by the double penetration.

"Let's see," the guard commented. "Carrie said three pumps if you were good. One... Two... Three..."

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Annie begged as the dildo swelled inside her pussy, stretching wider and pressing deeper.

"Four... Five... Six..."

Annie screamed. She nearly toppled over as the dildo swelled to epic proportions. She felt like she would burst. Her pussy instantly ached all over. Her wide eyes pleaded with the guard, but there was no mercy.

"Maybe next time you'll keep your smart mouth closed and do what I say," he remarked. He grabbed the inflator on her buttplug. "Tell ya what, I'll only do two on this one." He didn't mention that the reason for this small gesture was that he thought that was all her virgin ass could handle without sustaining damage that he would get in trouble for.

"One... Two..."

Annie emitted a long, low groan as she felt the plug stretch her anus and expand into her ass. If she felt full before, it was nothing compared to having the two inflated dildos stuffed inside her.

The guard, finally finished, took a length of chain and hooked it on to the front of her collar. Then he opened the door and led her out. Annie stumbled after him, having difficulty following after him due both to her overstuffed holes and her exceedingly high heels. She found that the stiff leather clothing that covered her from head to toe, save her tits, was not only very hot, but also resisted every attempt to move. By the time they arrived the short distance to a room at the end of the hall Annie was huffing and puffing through the tiny holes in her hood and sweating like a pig.

Annie gasped in surprise when she saw that the room was occupied with the other girls who had been taken out of the cages before her. Each was dressed similarly, but not the same, and they each hung suspended from the ceiling by a chain connected to the front of their collars, their toes just barely touching the floor and holding their weight off of their necks. Before Annie could react, the guard hooked her collar chain up to a block and hauled her up onto tiptoe to join them. Then he left, closing the door behind him.

Chapter 14

Isabella compared the list of prisoners that the warden had provided and compared it against her own notes she had assembled from the State Bureau of Prisons. There were several names missing from the warden's list. Was she hiding something? Were the records simply misplaced? Maybe they hadn't been digitized yet, as the warden had suggested.

She needed to dig deeper. She stood up and stretched, then went back to the stack of files once more.

Chapter 15

Kathy was exhausted. She sagged under the relentless weight of the bucket as its gentle swaying tore at her nipples. Both she and Tina now trembled as they struggled to keep the bucket up from the electrode that would summon searing electric pain into their tired, tortured bodies. Over the hours the bucket had filled higher and higher with water until now it was so heavy that the duo could lift it no more than an inch from the tabletop.

Kathy's mind reeled with the image of what her poor tits must look like - nipples distended by the merciless bite of the clamps, her breasts pulled out from her chest until they resembled two stretched cones. Her body had otherwise received no visible marks from the torture. The blinding agony of the electric shocks left her mind frayed and muscles trembling, the pain would not soon be forgotten, but it otherwise caused no marks.

Somehow, through all this she had managed to keep her hold on the metal rod embedded in her ass. Mistress Lisa's cruel addition of the weights had markedly increased the challenge. There was one time when an unexpected blast of electricity had caused her to bolt upright and the rod slipped, ever-so-slightly. In a panic, she quickly bore down on the rod with all her strength, desperate to hold on. She'd been holding that tight clench ever since, just another discomfort to add to the pile of miseries that she'd suffered. After all this she couldn't lose. She wouldn't let that happen. The threat of more punishment for failure drove her beyond what she thought she was capable of. She could only hope that Tina, her companion, her fellow victim, and also her rival, had failed. The prospect of simply being left alone in her cell for a few days seemed like heaven.

Over time, Kathy and Tina had settled into some sort of miserable equilibrium. They had driven their bodies past the point of exhaustion and still they held their pose. There was a sound. Kathy's mind, desperate to focus on something other than her pain, had become hypersensitive to her surroundings. Footsteps approached. Had Mistress Lisa returned to add to her suffering?

"Hello ladies," Mistress Lisa purred. "I must admit, I never expected either one of you to last this long, but here you both are, still going strong."

Kathy slumped just a little with the disappointing news. Tina had held on.

"As much as I'd like to keep going to see who would finally give in, I have better things to do with my time," she continued.

The weight of the bucket suddenly abated as Mistress Lisa hefted its mass up and off the chains that connected the two girls' nipples. Kathy nearly toppled backwards from the sudden change in balance. She fell back onto her heels and instinctively popped back up to her toes before realizing that the punishment for standing flat footed was gone. She lowered her heels again, this time on purpose. Her calves surged with relief, then immediately cramped up.

Kathy felt her mistress's hand reach behind her and grab ahold of the metal dildo embedded in her ass. Kathy continued to clench as Mistress Lisa tugged at the rod, she just couldn't get her mind to let go. Nevertheless, the rod easily slid free. Her exhausted anus alternately puckered and gaped as it sought to hold onto the rod that had been the sole focus of her attention for the hours gone by.

She heard Tina moan as she, too, was relieved of her hard metal intruder. This was soon followed by a horrendous shriek. What happened? Had Tina fallen? Had Mistress Lisa inflicted some new punishment on the poor girl? Before Kathy could venture a guess, she was introduced to what had caused poor Tina such distress, as Mistress Lisa reached over to her tits and unsnapped both nipple clamps at once. Blood suddenly rushed into the very spot where the brunt of the torture had been focused. Kathy felt herself grow lightheaded as her tits blazed with pain, the agony slowly crescendoing like a tea kettle building up steam before finally whistling its peak. She bit hard into her gag and screamed. She collapsed forward onto the table and passed out as Mistress Lisa freed her ankles from their restraints.

Chapter 16

Annie waited and wondered. What was she in for now? Were she and the other gathered prisoners going to be cleaning a fountain dressed like a gang of bikers that scored big at a leather sale?

As she dangled from the ceiling, struggling to keep her toes beneath her and her collar from strangling her, she had the opportunity to look over the other prisoners. Upon closer examination she saw that no two girls were dressed the same. Yes, they had all been packed uncomfortably tight in leather bondage, which she'd later learn came in only two sizes - small and extra-small, but there were subtle differences that belied a certain creativity on the part of her captors.

One girl had been spared the corset, instead her belly bulged with a truly massive enema. Another sported a gag not unlike the dildos inflated within Annie's pussy and ass, with an inflator bulb attached, though this gag had been pumped so large that it seemed to threaten to dislocate the girl's jaw - her cheeks bulged and her eyes watered from the strain. Yet another went without any dildos at all. In their place she'd been subjected to a set of clamps attached to her inner labia and, more cruelly, to her clit. Small lead weights dangled from thin chains attached to each clamp. This girl's tongue had likewise been clamped and weighted and pulled out through a large ring gag jammed into her mouth.

She marveled at the variety of footwear. She, of course, wore her six inch heels, her feet already aching from how they'd been buckled into them. Someone else wore ballet boots with a shape so extreme that the poor girl was forced to stand on the tips of her toes like a ballerina. Another wore boots with no heel, instead the bottom was shaped like a horse hoof. Yet another wore knee length boots with thick, bulky soles that looked like they must have weighed a half dozen pounds each.

Her examination of the other unhappy prisoners was interrupted by the arrival of the final girl. This one, however, was not dressed head to toe in leather. Instead she wore only her black latex hood with a sturdy black collar around her neck. A large red ballgag filled her mouth. Fitted snugly around her waist was a steel band with wrist restraints welded on either side to keep her arms pinned just above her hips. She was otherwise naked. The girl stumbled into the room in apparent pain, taking halting, awkward steps. The reason was immediately obvious, the soles of her feet had just received a severe caning. Her bruised feet were just beginning to swell from the beating. Even the other prisoners seemed put off by such a wanton display of cruelty.

The newcomer was not chained to the ceiling like the others. Instead the guard took the other prisoners down one by one and attached each's chain to the back of the previous one's collar until they all formed a long line, chained together neck to neck.

Another guard soon joined them and with the loud clatter of chains they marched out of the room led by the girl with the caned feet who hobbled along, pulled by the chain attached to her neck by a guard who moved like he had somewhere important to be. From her position near the end of the line Annie could see how stiffly and uncomfortably everyone moved, herself included. The heavy bondage, obscene insertions, and ridiculous footwear left the women struggling to keep up with the pull on their collars.

They were led along dark, twisting hallways through the bowels of the prison before finally ascending a long ramp back to ground level. There, a large set of doors was thrown open and Annie was dazzled by the bright mid-afternoon sunlight. The guard led them out into an interior courtyard, surrounded on all sides by the prison buildings, though no windows looked down from them upon the dry, barren, gravel-covered ground.

They were dragged forward into the courtyard, the barefoot and naked prisoner at the front of the group had an especially difficult time as she walked upon the sharp gravel with her damaged feet. Nevertheless the lead guard urged them on until he halted them next to a row of large metal boxes mounted up off of the ground by wooden posts.

"Let's check on the poor soul who made a spectacularly bad first impression on the warden when she arrived," the guard suggested.

The chained girls turned warily toward a box at the end of the row as the guard fumbled for the right key to put in the lock on the side facing the group. As the door swung open Annie nearly fell over in surprise.

Crammed inside the box was a woman. She wore the telltale black latex hood of a woman in Special Detention, though this did not conceal her identity because Annie immediately recognized the lock of purple hair that had slipped out of the hood, as well as the tattoos that ran up both of her arms - it was Veronica Clark, the woman who had laughed at the warden as they were being inducted into the prison.

Veronica sat in the box facing forward, with her ass resting on the bottom but her legs affixed to the top via metal shackles around each ankle. Her left arm had been pulled back behind her head and locked to the right side of the box. Her right arm was likewise attached to the left side.

More appalling than the confinement were the extras that made her stay truly hellish. A set of clamps had been snapped on to each nipple. They were connected together by a small loop that pulled her tits together until they almost touched. Running down from that was another chain connected to a vicious-looking clamp that had been affixed to her clit. The chain was so short that it had the effect of yanking her pussy up and tugging her titties down, painfully stretching each connection point.

But that was not all, more clamps had been attached to her labia and attached to a chain that was fed through a hole in the bottom of the box. This supported the handle of a metal bucket that gently swayed beneath the suspended metal box.

From the looks of it, Veronica had been crammed into the box from the moment the guards had hauled her away. Her body was covered in sweat, and dried tears surrounded her frightened eyes. Annie was sweating just standing under the hot sun, she couldn't imagine what it must have been like stuffed inside a metal box out in the full sun.

"I bet you regret pissing off the warden, eh?" the guard taunted Veronica. He turned to the other prisoners staring at the miserable woman. "Don't worry, we keep her well hydrated. Don't we?"

He picked up a jug of water from beneath the box. Veronica shook her head as he kneeled beneath her box. She groaned as he poured water into the bucket suspended from her labia. As her pussy sagged under the weight of the water Annie realized that while Veronica was in the box all of her piss and shit would collect in the bucket too!

The guard stopped pouring the water. Veronica's cunt had reached the apex of her agony as it was tugged up toward her tits by her clit clamp and dragged down in the opposite direction by the weight of the bucket. The guard let her savor the pain for a moment before unhooking the bucket and lifting it above the box. On top there was a funnel leading to a tube that ran down into the box and into the gag fastened into Veronica's mouth. He slowly tipped the bucket into the funnel, watching the prisoner swallow as the mixture of piss and fresh water gathered in her mouth. After emptying about half of the bucket into the funnel he reattached the handle to the labia clamps beneath the box. Veronica groaned as her brief respite ended.

"What? I don't get a thank you?" the guard asked. He reached behind the box and unhooked something something. Veronica's eyes grew wide as she saw the cattle prod come into view.

"Nggh! Nggh!" she begged as he touched her tit with the tip. He pressed the trigger and Veronica jumped within the tight confines of her box. The shackles rattled and her body spasmed as the shock caused her whole body to seize up.

The guard waited a few seconds, then moved the tip down to her tummy. Another shock sent her body reeling. The bucket swayed violently beneath her, tearing and tugging at her poor pussy. This time Veronica lost control of her bladder. The piss that she'd been desperately holding in, trying not to add to the bucket beneath her, came blasting out, splashing into the container and adding its weight to what was already there. Veronica sobbed as the guard laughed.

"I'll see you later," he said as he replaced the cattle prod and relocked the door on the front of the box. He picked up the chain for the lead girl in the line and marched them forward once again. Annie could hear Veronica's sobs reverberating in the box as she walked past.

The guard led them towards the back of the small courtyard and around a bend to an area that had been obstructed from view by the corner of a building. What Annie saw  there made her stop in her tracks which, given that she was attached to the girl in front of her by a chain linked to her collar, caused her to tumble forward and fall to the ground.

The female guard who been bringing up the rear stepped forward and dragged Annie back to her feet. "First time on fountain duty?" the guard asked. The look in Annie's eyes was answer enough.

There was no fountain anywhere in sight. Instead, there was a large horizontal wheel mounted at waist height above some machinery. Jutting out from all around the wheel, horizontal to the ground, were nine long bars. Pushing on each bar was a prisoner dressed in heavy leather bondage much like what Annie and her companions were wearing. They silently trudged around and around the large wheel, moving at a pace that defied the look of pain and exhaustion that the appearance of each girl suggested.

"I'll give you the benefit of an explanation," the guard whispered to Annie, "something not every newbie gets. You gals will be operating the fountain on the other side of this wall. You can't see it, but it's really a rather beautiful sight, especially when the water is shooting high up into the air. That's where you come in. The faster y'all turn this wheel, the more power is delivered to the fountain. Now, to keep you motivated to do a good job there's a little pressure sensor in each of the bars. It will measure how hard and for how long each prisoner pushes. Whoever contributes the least gets an additional shift, or some other punishment if we don't think you'll last for another shift."

Annie looked again at the nine leather bound prisoners currently operating the wheel. Their bodies drank in the hot mid-afternoon sun. Their legs pumped and strained against their bondage and their exhaustion to deliver just a little more to their total effort - no one wanted to be the lowest contributor and the arrival of Annie's crew signaled the coming end of their shift.

The lead guard blew a whistle and yanked a lever off to the side. "Alright ladies, shift change!" he hollered. "Slow it down a bit while we switch you out, but if this wheel stops then no rations for you tonight, got it?"

The girls slowed, gasping for breath. The guard matched pace with one of the spinning arms and unlocked the chain connecting the collar of the girl to the end of the arm. The chain was unnecessary, given that the girl had her corseted waist pressed hard up against the sensor on the bar, but if she had slowed or stumbled the chain would have yanked her along. The guard pulled her away from the wheel and tossed her to the ground, then he took the first victim from Annie's group, the naked woman, and put her in the newly emptied position. He then replaced another and another and two more.

Annie's crew now made up the majority of the girls on the wheel, but as she quickly noticed after the guard had explained the process to her, there were nine spots on the wheel, but only eight women had been brought for relief. Someone from the previous shift was staying. The guard replaced more girls until there were only two remaining from the tired lot. They eyed each other warily, desperately hoping that the other was the one staying behind.

Annie was the last one who would be attached. The guard grabbed the chain on her collar and brought her up alongside the final girl who would be relieved. The unfortunate girl who would be left behind realized her fate and let out a plaintive wail. She futilely tried to walk away from the rig to join her companions but was tugged back in place by the chain on her collar. She sobbed as she was dragged along by the others.

Annie was locked into position. She slowly walked forward, pressing her corset into the bar in front of her. She silently groaned as she felt it pressing on the oversized dildos occupying her insides. Already her feet ached as she moved forward in six inch heels that weren't intended for standing in any amount of time, let alone marching around in circles.

With everyone now in place the guard returned to the lever on the wall and placed his hand on it. "You've got a three hour shift," he hollered. "Pace yourselves accordingly." He blew his whistle and threw the lever.

The wheel suddenly surged forward as the fresh prisoners raced ahead. Annie was caught off guard and nearly fell as the bar she was leaning into suddenly sprang away from her. The chain around her neck yanked her forward. Crack! Annie's chest exploded in pain. Somehow she managed to keep her feet as she frantically looked to see what had happened. She turned her head to see the female guard who had explained things to her earlier now wielding a long bullwhip. The guard gave Annie a wink and a smile as the surprised girl marched past.

"Guard Rachel has been assigned to make sure you ladies keep a satisfactory pace," the guard warned, too late. Annie raced forward to make her own contribution towards turning the heavy wheel. It was going to be hard few hours.

Chapter 17

Kathy Winter regained consciousness as she was being dragged across the floor by the ring embedded in the top of her hood. She had been freed of any other restraint except for her ever-present hood and collar. She reached up and grabbed the wrist of the person pulling on her head to try and relieve the strain on her neck.

"Get your filthy fucking hands off of me, you dirty cunt!" a male voice growled. Kathy let go and tried to scramble along the floor instead, but her body was simply too exhausted to do much.

"Now, now, Master V," Kathy heard Mistress Lisa say. "This slave has had a hard day. I think she just wants to rest in her cell. Isn't that right?"

Master V tossed her to the floor. Kathy nodded weakly in agreement. She wanted nothing more than to be left alone.

"First, a little something to eat." Her head was yanked back and more of the disgusting slurry from before was poured down her throat. She remembered what it was made with and started choking and gagging, but her captors were persistent and soon her belly was full with the awful slop.

She heard something that sounded like a metal grate being dragged across concrete. "Since both you and Tina managed to hold onto your dildos I believe that has earned you a night in the punishment cell. Let's get you settled in."

Master V picked Kathy up and Mistress Lisa snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists behind her back. She was too weak to struggle as her legs were pried apart and a large dildo was crammed into her pussy. Then after that her ass was filled for a second time that day with another dildo. A leather strap was fastened around her waist and a strap connected to that was cinched tightly between her legs to hold the dildos in place.

Kathy was then lifted up off of the floor by Master V's strong arms like she weighed nothing. Her feet swung about, searching for the ground beneath her. Master V took a step forward and started to lower her. She stretched her legs, seeking the floor, but felt only air. Then it dawned on her - she was being lowered into a pit in the ground!

"Nnngh!" she screamed. Her legs kicked wildly and she recoiled in pain as her foot brushed against the wall, which was covered all over in hundreds of sharp, tiny spikes!

Master V lowered her farther and farther until her shoulders were roughly level with the floor, then he suddenly dropped her. Kathy shrieked as she fell the few remaining feet down to the bottom of the pit. She landed hard and her body exploded in pain as her knees bent, sending her ass slamming into the spiked wall behind her and her tits into the wall before her. She'd have collapsed to the floor, but there wasn't enough room in the narrow pit for her to even kneel. Instead she stood wedged between the front and back wall, pressing into the spikes. She quickly regained her feet and positioned herself upright, careful to avoid the walls.

She carefully explored the space, touching the walls around her with her hooded head. The cell was roughly a circle, about two feet across with the dastardly spikes on all sides, and to make matters worse, the floor was jagged and uneven as if someone had spilled a box of Legos on the ground and glued them in place. She marched from spot to spot, seeking a more comfortable place to stand, but nowhere could be found.

"What do you think?" Mistress Lisa called down from above. "Nice and comfy? You get to spend all night in there. But now I should see to your friend, Tina. I promised her a stay in a punishment cell, too." She paused. "But come to think of it, we've only got the one cell. I think you two will have to share!"

Kathy heard a squeal overhead as Master V picked up poor Tina. "Now I think it might be a tight fit, so I'll need you to press yourself up against the wall in front of you."

Surely she must be kidding, Kathy thought. This cell wasn't even big enough for one person, let alone two! She stood frozen in fear.

"Don't make me ask you again," Lisa warned with an edge to her voice. Kathy whined as she pressed herself forward, the spiked wall attacked her aching breasts.

Master V began to lower Tina down into the pit. Kathy could sense the girl sliding in behind her. Tina's terrified feet bumped into her head, then, once she had come down as far as Master V's reach allowed she was suddenly dropped. Tina shrieked with pain as the front side of her body slid down across the spiked wall. Kathy was thrust forward, her body smashed against the sharp spikes before her as Tina was wedged in behind her. Poor Tina sobbed and trembled, unable to even fall to the ground. The space was so tight that she couldn't lower her arms from above her head. Her hands had been enclosed in tight leather mittens that kept them clenched in a fist. Kathy could feel the suffering girl's limbs groping about as she failed to find a less painful position to stand in.

"Haha! That was great!" Mistress Lisa called down from above. There was a loud 'clang' as the heavy grate was dropped in place over the top of the hole. "You two look so snug and adorable. I could just sit here and watch you suffer for hours. Unfortunately I need to use the little girl's room, which is all the way upstairs, although..."

There was a moment's pause, then Kathy recoiled in disgust as her mistress let loose a torrent of piss down through the grate and onto the girls below. Kathy futilely tried to avoid the hot urine splashing down on her head, but Mistress Lisa made sure to contort herself so that soon both of her victims were completely drenched.

"Ah, that's better," Mistress Lisa remarked. "Anyway I ought to get moving. You two are not the only hapless sluts deserving of my attention today. Enjoy your rest! You've earned it!"

There was a distant slam from the door to the dungeon being closed as Lisa and Master V left. Kathy was alone with Tina, whose despairing sobs only served to press Kathy's tortured chest harder into the spikes in front of her.

Chapter 18

Crack! Annie shrieked like a wild beast as another bright red welt blossomed across her chest. "Keep moving bitch!" Guard Rachel barked. Annie trudged forward, the fiery pain in her tits blending into the constant background of hurt and exhaustion that she felt. She'd been marching for what felt like hours, though she had no way to tell. The sun had sunk lower in the sky but the day's heat had yet to wane. Within her cocoon of latex and leather Annie was drenched in sweat that did nothing to cool her.

Every step in her six inch heels was agony. She feared that her feet were permanently bruised and mangled, and yet she moved as quickly as her tired and bound body would allow. She couldn't let herself get sentenced to a second shift of endlessly marching around and around. The enormous dildos inside her twisted and bulged with her every movement, a constant reminder of her complete and utter subjugation.

The wheel still turned at a breakneck pace, a testament to the will and determination of its unhappy operators. Annie was impressed and terrified by her companions' endurance, something she feared that they had gained through regular practice. All things considered, she didn't have it nearly as bad as some of the other girls working to turn the wheel.

Worst of all was the girl positioned just ahead of Annie, the one who had been spared the heavy leather bondage that the rest of the group was subjected to. Annie had thought this was a mercy, but instead the woman's exposed flesh had provided an irresistible target for Rachel, the whip wielding guard. The dozen or so stripes laid against Annie's defenseless tits paled in comparison to the thrashing that the nearly naked woman had received. It seemed as if no part of her body had been spared the kiss of the lash, as evidenced by the array of bright red stripes that covered her skin. Annie was secretly thankful that the woman had drawn several of the whip cracks that would surely have otherwise been doled out to herself. The whipped woman limped along, growing weaker by the minute. The vicious caning her feet had received before the start of their shift had left her hobbled and inflicted agony with every step. The sharp gravel had cut her bare feet in several places and she left a faint trail of bloody footprints as she traced her path around the circle.

Elsewhere on the apparatus there was the prisoner who'd had weights clamped onto her clit and labia. The weights swung wildly as the woman frantically marched ahead, the connected clamps twisted and pulled at her delicate bits. Over time the sharp tug had stretched her pussy downward more and more until her most intimate parts dangled obscenely between her legs. Likewise, the weight pulling her tongue through her ring gag had resulted in a torrent of saliva pouring down onto her chest which, like Annie's, had also been striped by Rachel's cruel whip.

The girl who'd been given an enema instead of a tight corset stooped over her bar, her body wracked by cramps that were compounded by the pressure of the bar on her tummy. She looked like she was ready to burst. Only the massive plug that stoppered up her ass held back the threatening mess.

The girl who wore the heavy leather boots appeared most tired of all. She could no longer muster the strength to lift her feet from the ground. Instead she simply dragged them forward with every exhausting step.

Annie completed another lap around the circle, once again approaching Rachel, who was drawing her whip back for another strike. Annie shut her eyes and braced for impact.

Crack! Annie opened her eyes. She'd been spared this blow. Instead it had landed square across the naked prisoner's tits, the tip of the whip striking directly onto one of her nipples. The prisoner threw her head back and screamed. This one was too much. The frantic woman lost control of her bladder. Piss splattered on the rocks below her and then she fell to her knees. But the wheel kept turning and quickly drew out the slack from the chain connecting her collar to the bar. When it pulled taut the woman was dragged forward. Annie could feel the added weight manifest as additional resistance on the bar. She didn't dare stop, but still the wheel slowed.

Crack! The whip cut across the woman's bare shoulders. "Get up you worthless fucking cunt!" the guard screamed.

Somehow the woman dragged herself to her feet and resumed her march, tears streaking down her face. Additional bruises now covered her knees for her trouble. Annie marched through the puddle of piss. She tried to block out the utter barbarity of what she'd just witnessed. She kept marching. She had to. There was no other option.

Chapter 19

Isabella sat primly across from Marissa's large desk. The bitch had spent most of the afternoon digging through the prison's records, but even if she had a week she'd never find anything. Marissa had been doing this for a long time and any record which might raise even the slightest suspicion had been locked away where no inspector would ever find it.

"I have to say warden, you run a remarkably efficient and effective prison. I'm quite impressed," Isabella said. "Your budget is healthy. Your books are well kept. This is a textbook example of a well run prison."

Marissa smiled. "I certainly do my best. Does this mean that your inspection is complete? You are certainly more thorough than your supervisor, Mr. Hardman, has ever been."

"Just about," Isabella replied. "There were a few anomalies in some of the files I examined. For example, the rate of women skipping out on their parole officers after release is significantly higher than average."

"I can hardly be held responsible for what happens with these women after they're released from my prison," Marissa said while thinking of all the hapless parolees who had been released only to find themselves in the clutches of Group XS instead. Which reminded her - she ought to check on Kathy Winter sometime soon to see how she's been enjoying her new accommodations.

"That's true," Isabella continued. "But there are other discrepancies which make me feel like I'm not getting the whole picture. To that end, I would like to interview several of your inmates."

"Certainly," Marissa gave her best fake smile. "I'll have my assistant call up a few girls right away and you can chat with them." Of course they'd be from a set of prisoners she could trust to be discreet.

"No," Isabella replied firmly. "I will be picking the prisoners to interview." She picked up a list from her notes and read from it. "Simone Simmons. Zoe Peterson. Annie Summers. Veronica Estrada."

Marissa stifled a gasp. She could feel the blood rushing to her face. She recognized all the names from the Special Detention list in Cellblock A.

"May I see that list?" Marissa said, trying to hold her voice steady. She took the paper and saw more names, all from Special Detention. How had she gotten them?

"It will take a little while to assemble these women," Marissa explained, she looked up at the clock. "I'm afraid that by the time we get them all ready the guards manning the interview rooms will have already gone home for the day. It is getting rather late."

Isabella leaned back in her chair. "I suppose you're right. And I wouldn't want to keep any of your guards here late on a Friday." Marissa relaxed and took a breath. "I will return on Monday and I want to speak to these women first thing. Once I have talked to them I will submit what I'm sure will be a glowing report about your prison. But not until then. Got it?"

Who did this bitch think she was? As far as this prison was concerned, Marissa was God. This pencil-pushing tramp had no right to come in here and interfere with her operation. She swallowed her growing anger. "Understood. You will have your interviews with all of these women on Monday. I await your return." She pressed the buzzer on her desk to summon her assistant to escort Isabella out of the prison.

After the door closed behind them Marissa slumped down in her chair. That was close. But now she had the weekend to prepare for that meddlesome fucker's return. She stood up, smoothed out her skirt, and walked over to a sturdy cabinet in the corner of her office. She undid the lock with a key from her keyring and flung the doors open, then peered inside.

"Did you hear that?" Marissa asked innocently. "Our friendly inspector of prisons would like to have a little chat with you. You wouldn't have anything bad to say about what goes on here, would you?"

Zoe, slumped up against the side of the cabinet, stared back at her, her eyes wide with fear. "Nngh! Nggh!" she grunted, shaking her head. Marissa smiled and looked down at the terrified girl. It was only a couple of hours ago that she'd taken the miserable woman out of the Special Detention area and brought her to her office. Unfortunately her duties as warden got in the way of her having any fun with the prisoner so far. So instead she'd taken about a hundred and fifty feet of stretchy cord and wrapped it tightly around and around the girl from her ankles up to her neck. Then she'd stuffed the immobilized whore into her cabinet to wait until she had found some free time.

"That's right. Nevertheless, I think I may need to call in a few favors to make this problem go away," Marissa said. She looked down again at the helpless cunt. "I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to play with you today. I was so excited to spend some time with you again. Though maybe you can tell just how excited I was from all the pussy juice in my panties. Have you finished cleaning them yet?"

She gently brushed Zoe's bulging cheeks. The girl's mouth had been stuffed full with the warden's panties and then fixed in place with several strips of duct tape.

"Mmph hmmph," Zoe responded, eager for the filthy panties to be removed from her mouth.

"I'd better leave them in, just to be sure," Marissa replied. "I tell you what, one of my dear friends has invited me to a lovely party tomorrow. To make it up to you for not spending time with you today I will bring you along. I'm sure you'll have so much fun!"

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Zoe begged as the warden moved to close the doors once again.

"I'll be back for you in the morning," she chirped. "And you'd better not make a mess of my cabinet or you will be severely sorry." She closed the doors and locked them. "Goodnight!" she called over her shoulder as she strolled out of her office.

Chapter 20

Annie was beyond exhausted. The sun had sunk below the level of the walls. She mindlessly marched forward, her body one big mass of pain. She felt the bar that she was pressing her corseted waist against suddenly surge forward. She snapped out of her daze to see a line of prisoners, chained neck to neck marching around the corner of the courtyard. A jolt of adrenaline reinvigorated her and she joined the final push to keep the wheel turning. She was desperate to be relieved and would do anything to avoid another shift.

The guard who had escorted the new prisoners walked over to the wall and threw a lever. "All right ladies, that'll do for now. You know the drill, keep the wheel turning while we change you out or it'll be no rations."

Annie slowed to a stroll as the guard approached the first girl on the wheel and replaced her with a fresh prisoner. Her anxiety grew as more and more girls were replaced, and still she remained. Finally it was down to two - her and the nearly naked prisoner ahead of her. The poor whipped woman could hardly move. She trotted along, limping on one leg, eyeing the guard warily.

The guard walked towards the two of them. Annie could feel her pulse pounding in her ears. He stepped up alongside Annie and matched her pace. When he leaned over and unhooked her from the bar she nearly wept with relief. The nude slave ahead of her, on the other hand, let out a devastated wail.

Annie had her collar chained onto the end of the line of her fellow exhausted prisoners. The guard addressed the nearly naked girl that remained on the wheel. "You just can't help but disappoint, Laura. You're in no condition for another shift. The rest of you ladies will have to do with one less. Guard Rachel, would you find Laura a nice spot in one of our boxes for her to recover. Maybe she can give Veronica some company?"

Rachel dropped her whip and moved to unhook Laura while Annie's crew was led to the exit of the courtyard. Along the way they passed the boxes that she'd been shown on the way in. Veronica still occupied the box on the end of the row as evidenced by the pained moans echoing from within and the gentle swaying of the bucket beneath her, now a bit heavier than it was a few hours ago. Soon the box next to her would be occupied by the unfortunate whipped woman who was now being taken off the wheel.

The chain of prisoners marched back into the dark hallways of the prison, quickly dragged along by a guard indifferent to their exhaustion. They arrived back in the staging area where, one by one, they were stripped of their bondage gear and returned to their cells with their hands cuffed behind their backs.

Once everyone had been returned to their cells they were once again fed with several buckets of slop poured into the communal trough. This time Annie ate ravenously. The day's exertion created an appetite that overcame even the worst tasting gruel. After that it was lights out. Annie laid down on the hard concrete floor inside her cell and was soon fast asleep, too tired to feel sorry for her sad situation.

Chapter 21

Kathy had finally managed to fall asleep. She remained wedged between Tina and the spiked wall in front of her. The gentle heaving of her chest drew the sharp spikes across her tits as she stood slumped over. Soft snores echoed out through the pipe in her hood.

Suddenly she was jolted awake as a bucket of ice cold water was poured over her head from above. She was startled hard into the wall, mashing her tits forward into the pointy spikes. As the last few ice cubes in the bucket rained down she heard a taunting voice call down, "See you in another hour!"

She and Tina trembled with the cold, sobbing and miserable, hoping that they might get some small amount of rest before their evil tormentor returned.

Chapter 22

Annie awoke on the hard floor. She was stiff all over. Everything ached. She raised her head from the puddle of drool that had seeped out from behind her ballgag and looked around, hoping that the previous day was just some horrible nightmare, but she was still in the special detention area of the prison. She guessed it was morning since the guards were different from the ones she had seen before. She dragged herself up off of the ground and squatted over her waste bucket to relieve herself, then sat quietly waiting for what new horrors the day would bring. The guards had mentioned before lights out last night that they'd have another shift of fountain duty around midday. She would be dreading every minute until then.

Slowly the other prisoners around her began to stir and awaken. A short time later the guard announced chow time. Annie sat back patiently as the other prisoners were let out of their cages and lined up in front of the trough. She remembered her hunger and exhaustion from the previous day and resolved to get more calories in her no matter how bad the slop was that they fed her.

She was the last one released from her cell. She shuffled up to the trough on her knees, her hands still cuffed behind her back from the night before. The guard who had opened her cell reached in and grabbed her waste bucket. Annie blushed as she heard him slosh the contents around. It was bad enough having to go in front of everyone else, she didn't need to be reminded that her toilet was a bucket that she slept next to.

She watched as the guard carried the bucket over to the slop barrel and, to her horror, dipped it inside! Her stomach turned as the piss and shit tainted slop spilled out into the trough along with the rest of the unrecognizable 'food' from the barrel. She thought back to the previous day when the group had been fed using a bucket from someone else's cell - she hadn't made the connection then.

"What's the matter, princess? You don't look so good," teased a guard as he removed her ballgag.

Annie stared at the sludge before her. The rest of the prisoners had already shoved their faces into the trough and were hungrily chowing down. She remembered what happened before when she showed reluctance to eat so she lowered her face to the slop. She held her breath and tried eat something that least resembled human waste. Her stomach rumbled in protest as she swallowed it down and went back for more. She wouldn't be given anything else to eat so she had to make the best out of this, otherwise she'd never stand a chance during the next shift with the fountain.

She'd barely just begun to eat in earnest when the guards called a halt to meal time. The prisoners sat back from the trough and waited while, again, a guard used a rag and a half full piss bucket to 'clean' each girl's face. Their gags were returned and the prisoners were locked back in their cages. Annie sat there queasily trying to hold down her breakfast.

The guards tidied up the mealtime mess then announced that it was time for lockdown. They moved up the row, cell by cell, and opened the little slot through which each girl obediently inserted her head. Annie groaned when her turn came. She rose up onto her knees and shuffled forward, carefully sliding her head into place so that she wouldn't prick herself on the spikes at the bottom of the slot. She submissively cast her eyes down to the floor and waited.

Time moved slowly during lockdown. The room remained completely silent except for the soft tap of the guards' boots as they paced up and down the rows. Annie could feel her back grow stiff holding the same pose for so long. A small puddle of drool collected below her gagged mouth.

After a little while, however, the silence was broken by the sound of the heavy steel door opening. Annie resisted the urge to see who it was - she had been told to keep her eyes down and didn't want to disobey.

There was a 'squeak, squeak' as a small trolley rolled into the room. "Who wants to go to a party?" an older man with a smooth, velvety voice asked.

Annie broke discipline for just a second and looked up. She briefly met the eyes of the man, who looked back at her with a big, friendly smile. He was well-dressed, wearing a finely tailored suit and expensive Italian shoes. But something about his hungry glare sent a shiver down her spine. Annie quickly cast her eyes back down, like the rest of the inmates who knew better. But it was too late, the man turned towards Annie.

"Ah! I think you!" he said gleefully, still smiling. "I don't believe we have met before. I am Dr. Victor Saavik." He reached into her cage and loosened the ballgag from her mouth. "And you are?"

"Annie, sir," she meekly replied.

"So polite. So pretty," Saavik said kindly, as much to himself as to Annie. "Look Annie, I've brought you some party clothes!" He turned over the wooden packing crate atop his trolley and a mess of items spilled out. Then he unlocked the door to her cell and asked her to come out, offering a hand to guide her to her feet. He removed her handcuffs, helped her remove her latex bodysuit, then passed her the first piece of clothing.

A few days ago Annie would have been completely embarrassed to be standing nude before a strange man and asked to dress herself, but now, after all she'd experienced, she hardly even thought about. Something about the doctor's friendly, but firm, tone compelled her to do exactly as he asked - though the thought of punishment from the guards for disobedience was not far from her mind as he guided her along.

The first of the items was a pair of thin rubber girdle-style panties. Annie pulled them up and on, noticing uneasily that the panties had a heavy rubber ring over her cunt and asshole, leaving them both exposed. The high-waisted panties held her tummy in a tight, but flexible grip. To go with the panties was a matching set of rubber stockings and suspenders, as well as a matching bra. The bra was strange in that it not only enveloped her tits completely, crushing them together in the middle, but it too had a set of heavy rubber rings where her cleavage was, both top and bottom.

Next, with a flourish, Saavik next produced her "party dress". Far from being a dress, this was a heavy leather suit - thick black leather covered with lacing, straps and "D" rings, designed for one purpose only - tight, restrictive bondage. Under the insistent glare of Saavik and the guards, Annie climbed into the suit. As she did so, she realized that the sleeves ended in bizarre gloves. When she slid her fingers inside them they forced her hands into stiff, immovable fingers and created the impression that her hands were loosely clenched in a "C" shape. The legs of the suit ended in a kind of embedded shoe which forced her to point her toes, not unlike the ballet boots she had seen one of the girls wear the previous day while operating the fountain, however, these shoes had no heel.

Annie also realized that the suit had large cutaway sections both where her breasts were and where her ass was, which meant that both rubber clad portions of her body protruded through the leather. After Annie had gone over each strap and lace and tightened them down Saavik came forward and adjusted them to his liking which, to Annie's dismay, was much, much tighter.

Once Saavik was happy with the fit of the suit he removed Annie's latex 'special detention' hood and replaced it with the one he had brought. This was a heavy leather creation with more laces and straps, but which fortunately had openings for her mouth and eyes, at least. The hood was fixed in place as tightly as possible, and then she was fitted with the collar that went with it - a tall leather affair which forced her chin up and prevented her from looking down.

Annie looked over to the pile that had spilled out from the packing crate, thinking that her bondage was complete, but still several items remained. Next up was an open mouthed ring gag with a plug in the middle which, with a twist, locked into place.

Saavik untangled a mass of leather straps from his pile. He stood Annie up on her toes, she groaned as she precariously balanced up on her tiptoes, her weight crushing them deeper into the narrow shoes. With some help from the good doctor, Annie was made to bend over (a task made particularly difficult by her tight bondage) so that her knees were bent at a ninety degree angle with her tits pressed against her thighs and her ass thrust out behind her. Saavik fixed her in place like that with three leather straps wrapped around her legs and torso.

Next he found a metal bar which had a big ring in the middle and smaller ones at either end. He opened a clasp on the big ring and slipped it around her neck, then locked her wrists into the smaller holes on the ends. In no time Annie was contorted like a statue, her wrists spread on either side of her head, her ass thrust out behind her, all the while she teetered on the ridiculous pointed shoes. When Saavik let go of her she quickly fell to the ground, flopping around helplessly while he chuckled softly to himself.

He then found a set of cuffs connected with a four inch chain between them and locked them to her ankles. The pile of gear from the packing crate was now nearly gone. All that remained were four black rubber dildos. He unstoppered the plug from her mouth and held the first dildo up to her face.

"Would you be so kind as to moisten this up for me?" Saavik politely asked. Given that she had no choice and she had an idea of where the dildo would go, she readily complied, straining her head forward to slather the cock with saliva. Once Saavik was satisfied he pulled the dildo from her mouth and brought it to her tits, where he shoved it in through the bottom hole of her rubber suit and nestled it snuggly between her mashed together breasts. This dildo had a special fitting in its base which mated neatly with the rubber ring. With a twist it locked in place, but it could just as easily provide a 'quick release' for easy access.

Saavik grabbed the next dildo, again asking Annie to wet it with her mouth, and then rammed it unceremoniously up her ass, locking that one in too. The next one was destined for her cunt, and the final one he let her lick and suck for a good minute before shoving it deep into her mouth and locking it into her gag. Annie choked and retched on the cock nestled in her throat, fighting to breathe around the long object. Saavik merely watched, tenderly petting her leather covered head like she was a frightened puppy. "There, there," he whispered. "We're almost done."

Between retches Annie looked over at the trolley and saw that it was finally empty. Saavik lowered the packing crate to the ground and nodded to one of the guards. The guard scurried over and assisted the doctor in lifting Annie up from the floor. As Annie was brought up over the open side of the crate she realized that she was to be put inside of it! She fought and thrashed against the two men, but her bondage held her well and the best she could do was wiggle her legs and twist her torso. She was dropped into box and folded inside. Before raising the cover to seal the box shut Saavik leaned over and smiled at Annie.

"In case you haven't surmised," he said, "you are going to be one of our entertainments this weekend. You'll stay like this for the next day or so and provide me and my guests a certain amount of relief, shall we say? Bound like that you should be able offer every hole for them to fuck - your ass, your cunt, your mouth, your tits, even both hands! Why, if you present yourself right, you may be able to service four or even five at the same time! And if they get bored, they've still got your ass and tits to whip!"

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Annie screamed against the gag in her mouth. Saavik sealed up the crate. Annie's fear morphed into a sort of claustrophobic panic. She twisted and kicked against the sides of the crate that pressed in on all sides while Saavik and the guard lifted the box back up onto the trolley.

Squeak! Squeak! The trolley rolled smoothly back out through the heavy steel door while a frantic and frightened Annie struggled within.

Chapter 23

Kathy Winter had no idea what time it was when she was finally freed from the punishment cell. She had hardly slept at all between the restless, pained movements of Tina, still pressed up against her, the periodic assaults of icy water, and sometimes piss, from above, and the sharp wicked spikes on the walls all around her that threatened to prick her with her slightest movement. When they finally dragged her out and tossed her to the floor she laid there, an exhausted, pained, and pitiful mess. But it was a new day and new punishments awaited.

She was once again fed the disgusting slurry and then ignored while Tina was retrieved from the cell and then taken away. When they returned their attention to Kathy it was to bind her in a tight hogtie.

Thin inflexible rope bound her wrists and elbows together behind her back, with more ropes wrapping around her waist to keep her from moving her arms at all. More ropes bound together her knees and ankles. The fingers of each hand were mashed together and then wrapped with tape until she couldn't so much as wiggle her pinky. A thin cord tied together the big toes of her feet, then the cord was drawn up towards the back of her hood. Her head was pulled back so far that she thought her neck would snap before the cord was finally tied off. By the time they were done she was completely immobilized, she laid on her stomach groaning under the strain of the ropes.

At that point someone came along and loaded her onto a cart and hauled her off to another room where she was dumped on the floor and promptly ignored.

Chapter 24

As Annie waited in the box she alternated between claustrophobic terror from the tight confines, and crippling anxiety about what would happen to her when she finally came out. After being loaded onto the trolley she could feel the rattling of the cartwheels as they squeaked along through the bowels of the prison, where the box was eventually loaded into the back of a truck. After a long ride (or maybe it was a short ride made longer by her panic and anxiety) she was delivered to her destination. Yet still she remained waiting in the crate. Hours passed. Her muscles grew stiff. Her mind raced. Have I been forgotten? Was I packed away in some warehouse by mistake? Maybe there is no party. Maybe I was left here to die a horrible, cramped, and claustrophobic death. Fear fed on her worries. And her worries grew with time.

Yet still she waited.

Chapter 25

Kathy, too, waited. She lay on the floor in her strict hogtie, unable to move a muscle. But all around her she could sense activity. Footsteps clomped past her. Heavy furniture was dragged here and there. She could almost make out the voices of people giving out orders. But she was still ignored. The pain caused by the severity of her hogtie only grew and grew.

Finally she'd simply had enough. She thrashed against what miniscule amount of slack there was in her bonds and screamed as loud as she could. "Hmmmph! Hmmmph!"

Her call was answered by approaching steps. "My, my! Eager to get started are we?" said a woman's voice she recognized but couldn't place. "The guests aren't expected for another hour, but I suppose we can get you ready."

The knot connecting her bound toes to her head was undone. Kathy's head dropped forward in relief, though still she could not rest it on the ground due to how severely her shoulders were pulled back.

She felt fingers fumbling with the buckles on her hood. She gasped as she felt the tight leather fall loose. She'd been wearing the awful hood ever since she had been abducted from the prison. It had been on for so long that she began to think that she would never be free of it. Her unseen savior picked at the laces, drawing them looser and looser. Kathy's jaws had spent so long locked around the pipe in her mouth that the person removing the hood had to wrestle it free from her clenched teeth.

At last the hood came free. Kathy shut her eyes against the sudden bright light as it was yanked off her head. She flexed her aching jaw and savored the cool air on her face. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she opened them more fully. And staring back at her, the first thing she'd seen for days, was Warden Marissa Schwartz. It felt so long ago that she was casually sitting in her office, signing the papers for her parole.

"Oh Warden it's you! Thank goodness! You've got to get me out of here. There's been some terrible mistake. I don't belong here!" Kathy pleaded.

"Is that so?" asked the warden. "You are a convicted whore, are you not? And something of a submissive slut? I think you're in just the right place."

"No! Please you can't do this to me! I was released! You have to let me go!" Kathy begged.

"I've heard enough," the warden replied sternly. "And if you'd like to keep that hood off then you'll keep your mouth shut!"

The threat of returning to the crushing embrace of the hood was enough to silence Kathy. She was stunned. How could Warden Schwartz be a part of this? She was supposed to help reform people, not kidnap and torture them!

"That's better," Warden Schwartz replied. "Now since you're so eager to be out of your hogtie we'll get you all set up for the party!"

She leaned down and undid the knots holding Kathy's ankles to her wrists and then unbound her legs. Meanwhile, Kathy, now free to look around took in her surroundings. She was lying on a hard tile floor in a large room decorated half like a gala at a five star hotel, and half like a medieval torture chamber. White linen tablecloths were draped over high top tables, positioned next to whipping posts and racks filled with torture equipment. A bartender in a tuxedo was setting up a bar on one end, while a pair of heavily fettered slaves scrubbed the floor with toothbrushes on the other end. Polished silver candelabras rested next to clamps and canes. Chandeliers shared the recessed ceiling with ropes and chains. The contrast between opulence and horror was almost too much to take in.

With her legs freed Kathy was guided unsteadily to her feet. Warden Schwartz flagged down a passing worker and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and ran off to fetch whatever it was that she had asked for, while the warden ushered Kathy forward. They strolled through the room, Warden Schwartz in a conservative wool suit and Kathy wearing nothing but the ropes binding her arms.

"Have you met my friend, Dr. Saavik, yet?" she asked conversationally. "Tonight's affair is all his doing. He really does throw the most wonderful parties. Be sure to give him my regards if you see him before I do."

The duo stopped in what might have been a dancefloor, if not for the apparatus parked squarely in the middle of it. "Tell me, dear, have you ever ridden a pony?"

Kathy shook her head 'yes'. As a girl she had loved going for pony rides of her grandfather's ranch.

"Well this, I'm quite sure, is unlike any pony you've ever ridden before," the warden replied. They were standing next to a long, narrow triangular beam, about four inches wide at the bottom and narrowing to a point at the top. It was held about four feet above the floor by several sturdy wooden legs, though the part of the floor beneath the item was not tile, but rather a metal grate fitted above some unseen pit below.

The worker that the warden had spoken to before returned. He and an associate were each carrying a heavy block wrapped in canvas. They set the items down, one on either side of the triangular beam.

"Thank you very much," Marissa said to the workers, dismissing them. "Now, Kathy, if you'd be so kind as to step up onto the wooden beam and have a seat."

Kathy nervously stepped up onto one of the blocks, it felt cold to her feet through the canvas, then turned and sat down facing the warden with both feet on the block that she used to get up.

"No, no, silly, that's not how you ride a pony! You need to lift one of your legs over the top and straddle it!" the warden corrected her.

Kathy looked at the warden doubtfully. She had remembered on the van ride to this place how she had been told to sit straddling a wooden ridge not unlike this one and how much it had hurt. The warden helped hold her steady as she lifted a leg and pivoted to swing it over and stand on the block positioned on the other side. She sat back onto the ridge and then immediately popped back up to her tiptoes.

"Oh! Ow! Please, warden, I can't do this!" Kathy pleaded.

"Nonsense!" the warden assured her. "You hardly have to do anything at all. You just need to sit there. If you'd rather stand up off of the ridge then so be it. Though I suspect that will become more difficult as the night goes on. Speaking of which, I should finish securing you in place so you don't try to get up before your ride is through."

She bent down next to one of the blocks and untied the twine holding the canvas around it. She tugged away the cloth, removing it from beneath Kathy's foot. When the slave set her foot back down she gasped in surprise, falling backwards onto the ridge of the pony. It turned out that the block beneath her foot was made of solid ice!

Kathy quickly put her foot back down on the slippery block and stood back up on her toes. The warden grabbed a chain which had one end embedded in the ice block and a metal shackle on the other end and she locked it around Kathy's ankle. She repeated the process on the other side which also had a chain frozen into the ice.

"Please, warden, please! I can't!" Kathy begged, the cold of the ice seeping into her feet and making her shiver.

"Of course you can. You will!" the warden assured her. "I've got just the thing to keep your mind off of the cold."

She walked behind Kathy and removed the ropes binding her wrists and elbows together. Kathy quickly sagged forward, flexing her aching back and rubbing the feeling back into her wrists while the warden dragged a box out from beneath a nearby table. She handed Kathy a pair of black elbow length opera gloves. "Please put these on," she asked. While Kathy did so the warden reached into the box and withdrew two large metal spheres each about the size of a bowling ball. She gave them to Kathy. "Hang on to these for me."

Kathy grabbed the spheres uncertainly. Fortunately they were hollow, maybe five pounds a piece, but they were awkward to hold. She pressed them against her body while the warden rummaged for more stuff. When the warden stood up holding a pair of nipple clamps Kathy began to cry. "No more. No more," she begged. "Haven't you done enough?"

"Ah, my dear, what you'll soon learn here is that nothing is enough for a worthless pain slut like you," the warden replied. She ignored Kathy's blubbering and snapped the clamps onto Kathy's already bruised nipples.

A worker who had noticed the warden preparing Kathy then approached carrying a stepladder. He unfolded it, climbed up, and untangled a pair of steel cables that had been draped over a set of rings overhead. Warden Schwartz grabbed one end on each cable and clipped it onto a nipple clamp. Then, after asking the blubbering Kathy to hold the steel balls up over her head, the man on the ladder clipped the other end of each cable to a ring at the top of each sphere. He went up to the ceiling one last time and threw a switch.

"Are we live?" the warden asked the worker.

"Yes, ma'am," he said as he packed up his ladder and returned to his work.

"Perfect!" Kathy now stood over the wooden pony with her hands held over her head, a shiny steel ball in each hand. As long as she kept the balls high enough there was slack in the cables connecting them to her nipple clamps and they would not be pulled on.

"There you go," the warden explained. "If you'd like to take a little weight off of your feet then you simply have to lower the balls and they'll give you a little tug up to the ceiling." Of course that tug would be via Kathy's nipples, but that hardly mattered to Warden Schwartz.

Kathy wailed in despair as the warden stepped back to admire her handiwork. As she realized that holding the spheres above her head was impractical, Kathy lowered the hefty objects. The cables wouldn't start to tug on her nipples as long as she kept the balls at about chest height. Kathy made to bring the balls back against her body to make holding them easier, however, as soon as the metal made contact with her skin her nipple clamps came alive with electricity!

Kathy shrieked as current coursed through her nipples. The sudden surprise caused her to lower the spheres, the cables suspending them from the ceiling snapped taut, delivering a fierce tug on her agonized nipples. This, in turn, resulted in Kathy losing her footing and falling back onto the ridge of the wooden pony. As her cunt erupted in pain Kathy snapped back to her senses, she pulled the spheres away from her body and lifted them up higher to put slack on the cables. Then she scrambled back up onto her toes, planting them firmly on the ice blocks.

"Oh," the warden remarked with a smirk, "did I forget to mention that the spheres will trigger a shock if they make contact with your skin? Oops. Well, anyway I need to get dressed for the party. I'll be sure to check in on you later. Have fun!"

The warden spun on her heel and made for the exit. Kathy was left standing up on tiptoe, desperate to avoid sitting on the wooden pony, while at the same time holding the spheres at shoulder level and well away from her body.

Chapter 26

"Aaargh!" Annie screamed in desperation. She'd been cooped up in the box for hours. Her hot, moist breath filled the small space. She had convinced herself that air was running short in her tiny, cramped box. She banged her head against the side and screamed into her gag. Her cry morphed into a fit of coughing as the dildo gag wriggled in her throat.

Then there was a thump and she felt the box shift. Had someone heard her cry for help? Was she going to be let out? She waited a minute, listening intently, but there was nothing further. She began to doubt that anything had happened at all - it was just her frantic imagination. Then there was a loud 'snap', a muted groan, and the box surged forward an inch. A few seconds later there was another 'snap', a stifled yelp, and Annie could feel the top of the box flex under the weight of something on the exterior.

Annie puzzled over what was happening as the noises continued and she was jostled within the enclosure. Finally the sounds ceased. She could hear the latches on her crate being undone. The side fell open and a pair of hands reached inside the box and dragged her out. Annie cried with relief. She was free from the cramped and confining crate, though she remained in Saavik's heavy bondage. She looked back at the wooden crate that had been her home for most of the day.

Draped across the top of it was a teary-eyed girl with a freshly caned ass! Her battered and bruised cheeks glowed red from her beating, though they were no match for the girl's horribly abused tits! They looked like they'd been doused in acid and attacked with sandpaper, which wasn't too far from the truth! Annie wondered what other abuses the poor girl had suffered, but her body was covered by a tight leather bondage suit, not unlike her own.

While Annie recovered as best she could within her remaining bonds, the muscular man who had freed her tipped the box so that its open end faced upwards. Then he pulled the sobbing girl into a ball and used many more leather straps than was necessary to secure her knees against her damaged tits. Finally he picked her up and dropped her, ass first, into the open box. The girl howled as her freshly battered rear end slammed hard into the bottom of the box. Before she could even recover, the box was closed and latched shut. Then the man turned his attention to Annie.

"Hello," he said with menace in his voice. "I am Master V."

Annie regarded the large, muscular arms on the man and gave a thought to the poor girl who'd been on the receiving end of a cane wielded by him.

He picked Annie up onto her feet, which were still enclosed in the built-in ballet shoes of her bondage suit. Annie winced in pain and leaned against his broad chest to keep her balance. He grabbed a ring on the back of her hood and guided her forward. Annie was forced to make tiny, rapid steps due to the short chain that connected her ankles. After a few paces Master V turned to her and grumbled, "Keep up or I'll beat your ass worse than hers."

Annie quickened her pace and ignored the pain in her toes. Fortunately they didn't have far to go. They were inside something of a storage closet just off from a large room. Master V threw open the door and dragged Annie into the larger room. They moved forward to a low post mounted in the floor. He dragged her collar toward the post and lined it up with the top of it. When he pressed her head down, a fitting on the front of her collar snapped onto the post and held it in place. Now when he let go Annie was able to stay upright, using the post to prop her up as she teetered on her toes.

The man went back to the supply closet and returned with a wooden box the size of a milk crate. He lifted her rump with one arm and slid the box beneath her feet with the other. Now that she was perched up on the box Annie's out thrust ass was about waist height for a person standing behind her, she noted unhappily.

Master V returned to the post holding Annie's neck and reached down to it. It turned out that the height of the post was adjustable, with a twist of the lock he was able to lengthen the telescoping pole so that Annie's mouth was also of a more 'appropriate' level.

Finally, he found a leather strap fastened on a wooden handle and clipped it onto one of the rings embedded at Annie's side.

"All set," the man declared. "You are to fuck every cock and cunt that comes this way. I want to see an eager and enthusiastic fuck slut. Do a good job and you won't see too much of this. Got it?" He tapped the leather strap clipped to her side. Annie nodded weakly.

"Since I'm here..." He stepped in front of Annie and fished his hard dick out of his pants. Annie eyed his member warily. He reached down and unlocked the dildo from the ring gag in Annie's mouth. "What are you waiting for, cunt?" he growled. "As soon as you have a hole that's empty I want to see you desperate to fill it up again." Annie leaned forward. It turned out that the fitting on her collar allowed her to slide herself back and forth, that way her visitors wouldn't have to bother with moving in and out of her mouth - Annie could do all the work for them.

He slid his dick into her ring gagged mouth and she stroked it with her tongue. The man stepped forward and pressed himself deeper into her throat. Annie choked as it slid into her. There was some flex in the rubber ring that propped her mouth open so she could use her lips to massage his cock. She moved herself back and forth, sliding his hard dick in and out.

Then the man started to get into it. He grabbed onto her head and took control. He slammed his cock all the way in. Annie panicked as he held himself deep in her throat. She thrashed and tried to pull away, unable to breathe, but she was helpless to do anything. He wriggled his hips while she grunted and struggled. Her hands clenched and unclenched within her stiff gloves. Finally as her vision began to fade the man pulled back. Annie took a deep breath in, inhaling just as Master V unleashed his load into her mouth.

Annie coughed and choked as she inhaled his blast of hot, sticky cum. His spunk erupted from her mouth and spilled out over the floor. In a flash the man had unclipped the leather strap from her side and swung it up from beneath her, landing square across her tits.

"Anngh! Anngh!" Annie cried out as he belted her tits again and again. The rubber fucksuit that she wore did nothing to lessen the blows.

"You will slurp down every last drop of spunk that crosses your lips! Got it?"

Annie nodded and cried, her tits blazing with pain. The man reattached the strap to her side. He whistled for a nearby slave to come and lick the spilled spunk off of the floor. Then he went and got a bucket from the supply closet and placed it beneath her head. "Can't have you making the floor slippery for our guests," he noted as the bucket began to gather the drool dribbling out of Annie's mouth. He picked up the dildo and relocked it in her mouth. Annie's throat was already sore. How was she supposed to do this all night?

Master V walked away to attend to the other slaves, leaving Annie to examine the party room. Everywhere she turned was the stuff of nightmares. In the center of the room a woman stood astride a narrow wooden plank, her tiptoes stretched up from a pair of ice blocks, while her gloved hands struggled to hold a set of heavy globes clamped to her nipples via the ceiling.

Directly in front of Annie was an empty X-shaped rack. Next to that on the floor was a tiny steel cage. Annie wondered how the unfortunate occupant of the cage had even gotten in - the enclosure was so small that her flesh bulged against the bars. Her legs had been tucked up against her chest and her hooded head pressed between her knees to accommodate the low ceiling. The cage was so small, in fact, that the rebreather bag connected to the girl's hood had to hang outside the bars, its long hose snaking its way up between her legs. Annie watched the bag slowly inflate and deflate, the girl having to take slow, deliberate breaths if she wanted any fresh air.

A little farther back was a waist high horizontal bar next to a cart loaded with all manner of whips, canes, clamps, hooks, electrodes and needles. A girl bundled in a tight black leather sack up to her neck hung from the ceiling next to that, the bulge in her cheeks suggested that her mouth was packed to the brim with something. A blindfold over her eyes prevented her from seeing what horrors awaited her.

More boxes, cages, and sacks were scattered about the room but what drew Annie's attention now was the four slaves lined up along one of the walls. They were identically dressed and stood at strict attention facing forward. Each girl was a picture perfect representation of a French maid as imagined by a latex enthusiast. Clear latex stockings with a black seam on the back ran up the girls' toned legs, held in place by garters connected to their tight black latex panties. Drawn between the girls' legs was a leather strap pulled so tightly that it left a visible cleft. The strap was connected, front and back, to an overly cinched black corset which narrowed their waists impossibly small while also holding them rigidly upright and providing a shelf upon which rested the girls' fleshy, ripe tits. Their black and white latex French maid style dresses hung off of their shoulders and were cut so low that the girls' soft tits were on full display. The boxy latex pleats of the dress didn't even reach low enough to cover their panties. Around each girl's neck was a tall collar that kept the girls from turning their heads. Their arms were covered in black latex elbow length gloves, and then pulled behind them in a reverse prayer and held there by unbending metal bands at wrist and elbow, the wrist band connected to the back of the collar by a short chain. Their heads were covered in tight black latex hoods so shiny and smooth that Annie wondered if the girls' heads had been shaved underneath. The slaves' bright, fearful eyes stared straight ahead through holes in the hood. Their mascara and eyeshadow had been done immaculately, and their lips were coated with blood red lipstick.

At the moment, the four girls' mouths were unoccupied, but Master V, who had turned his attention to the quartet after finishing with Annie, was rectifying the situation. Two of the girls, one of whom was the slave summoned to lick the floor clean in front of Annie, had large red ball gags buckled into their mouths. For the other two Master V found two oversized ring gags. The dull metal rings were so large that the muscular man struggled to cram them in behind the girls' teeth. But that wasn't the end of it, the two ring-gagged girls each had their tongues pierced with bulky silver rings. Master V clipped a thin chain to a loop on the front of the girls' collars, then he drew each girl's tongue out from the ring gag, carefully measuring out just how far he could tug before hooking it onto the chain, permanently holding their tongues stretched from their mouths.

With their mouths taken care of, Master V was now going down the line and making each girl useful for the purposes of the party. This involved taking a sturdy silver serving tray and snapping one side of it onto an attachment near the slave's hips. The other side was propped up by a pair of chains on the far corners connected to the nipples of the slave, the ring gagged slaves had large silver piercings in their nipples to attach to, while the ballgagged slaves got a set of truly fearsome-looking clamps. Even with the trays unladen, the girls' tits sagged under the weight of the platters. After a final inspection, he dispatched two of the slaves off through a door that was presumably the kitchen, and the other two reported to the bartender, who was busy filling glasses with champagne.

As Annie watched them go, she noticed for the first time their feet. The girls had been locked into pairs of ballet boots that forced them to walk up on the tips of their toes. A tiny stiletto heel on each boot allowed them to keep their balance, but to complicate matters, the girls' ankles had been fettered with a one foot long chain. To get anywhere with any alacrity required dozens of short, rapid steps. Annie, who merely had to stand on her toes, pitied the poor girls and imagined what their feet would feel like after the party was over. But now all she could do was wait.

Chapter 27

The time to start the party had arrived, already though Kathy was in distress. Up to this point she'd been fairly successful at keeping her pussy up off of the wooden pony, but time was working against her. Every second the ice blocks shrunk more and more, meaning that she needed to stretch higher and higher to avoid sitting on the pointed edge. Meanwhile, her arms ached under the strain of holding the steel spheres aloft. She'd settled on propping her elbows against her side to help hold the awkward objects. It meant that her nipples were tugged upwards by the chains clamped onto them, but at least it wasn't the full weight of the spheres. She bit her lip and steeled herself against the sharp bite of the nipple clamps and flexed her toes against the chill of the ice.

At the other end of the room a large set of doors had been thrown open and a bevy of guests wandered in. At their head was an older man in a fine suit whom Kathy had guessed must have been the Dr. Saavik that Warden Schwartz had mentioned. He beckoned the visitors inward and told them not to be shy. The guests were invited to 'do what they will' with the slave girls arrayed about the room for their entertainment.

A quartet of servers teetered about the room on tiptoe, the trays suspended from their breasts sagged from the weight of plated hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne, each item successfully delivered was a small relief to the server before she had to eventually turn around and restock her wares.

The guests consisted of the upper crust of society, all decked out in finely tailored suits and designer evening dresses. They chatted and mingled about the dungeon/ballroom shaking hands and sharing jokes. Kathy had dealt with the type before during her days as a high priced callgirl. They were willing to pay any price to get what they wanted, and they always got their way.

Some of the guests watched as the handlers withdrew more slaves from their storage areas and tied them to racks or chained them to the ceiling. The handlers made sure to call attention to the various implements of pain and torture available, even demonstrating some in a few cases. One girl was dragged from a tiny enclosure embedded in one of the walls and sat down at the bench of a piano. She played beautifully, peering out from behind the tight grip of a discipline hood, though she perpetually looked as though the keyboard of the piano might snap shut and mangle her fingers.

For the most part Kathy was ignored, for which she was grateful. There were too many other new, interesting, and more readily accessible slave girls for the guests to amuse themselves with - for now.

Chapter 28

Annie grunted along as another guest pumped his cock in and out of her tight cunt. With the dildo still locked in her ass, every fucking was a double penetration. She could feel their cocks sliding along the stiff dildo just on the other side of the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass.

The party had just started, but several of the guests had made a beeline straight for her when they arrived. She soon found herself spit roasted, with a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy, meanwhile, a woman who had wandered by pinched and poked at Annie's exposed tits. She'd already swallowed more cum than in her entire lifetime before prison. Most of the guests preferred to blow their load in her mouth or on her face. The bucket beneath her head was starting to accumulate the runoff that she couldn't swallow.

The latest guest finished, blasting his hot, sticky cum all over her back. He replaced the dildo in her pussy then wandered off to find a drink. In the brief lull that followed Annie had a chance to look around the dungeon. The air was filled with the idle banter of party guests, occasionally punctuated by the crack of a whip or the pained scream of a tortured slave. The guests plucked hors d'oeuvres off the trays of passing servers in between swings of the cane or twists of a clamp.

At the side of the room the double doors swung open. The room noticeably quieted as a statuesque woman sauntered in. Unlike the other guests, who wore suits and ball gowns, this woman wore a form fitting black latex catsuit that hugged her impeccable curves beautifully. Her face was concealed by a black leather executioners half-hood which came down just past her piercing gray eyes. A sylized 'XS' was stamped across the forehead of the hood in white lettering, a short blond ponytail jutted out from the back. The woman confidently made her way into the dungeon, surveying the room as if she owned it. The guests, prodded in part by her commanding presence, swiftly stepped out of her way.

The woman first found Dr. Saavik, who took her hand and kissed the back of it, they exchanged a few words then she toured the room. The slaves who recognized her quickly averted their eyes under her withering glare, trembling with fear at her slightest attention. She made her way to the area in front of Annie where the slave with the rebreather bag still sat crammed into her cage. The woman undid the lock and opened the side. She pulled the relieved woman out and then stood her up with her back against the empty X-shaped rack. The bag puffed bigger and smaller as the girl struggled to maintain steady breathing in the face of her unseen mistress.

After the slave's wrists and ankles had been secured to the frame the masked woman walked up beside her captive and reached between her legs. The slave jumped in surprise, expecting the worst, but instead found her bare pussy being tenderly fondled by the woman. Her fingers deftly stroked and massaged the slave's cunt, working their way up to her clitoris then back down. The slave's pussy bloomed like a flower under the woman's skilled touch, revealing long, dangling labia glistening with arousal. Annie could see the slave's excitement growing as her breathing grew more ragged and the rhythm of the rebreather bag was interrupted. The mistress started to work a few fingers inside the slave's wet cunt. She fucked her slowly then pulled out to rub her clit, making small circles with her fingertips on the girl's sensitive nub. Annie could now hear aroused coos and moans escape from behind the hood. The masked mistress worked faster as the girl's excitement grew to new heights. Erratic breathing had all but cut off the girl's supply of fresh air as the rebreather bag puffed rapidly in and out without expelling her old breath or drawing in more oxygen. But it didn't matter, after a few more seconds the girl shuddered as her body was wracked with an intense orgasm. She thrashed against her bonds as the pleasure crashed over her. Finally after rending every last ounce of pleasure from her climax the slave slumped in her bonds and regained control of her breathing.

The mistress stepped back, cleaning her hand with a towel someone handed her. Then she began working at the buckles that held the slave's hood in place. As the bottom loosened, the slave gasped as she was finally able to control her own breath. With a flourish the mistress yanked the hood completely free from the slave's head and tossed it to the floor. This time it was Annie's turn to gasp as she recognized the slave bound to the X-shaped rack in front of her - it was her cellmate, Zoe!

Zoe blinked against the bright lights of the party room and tried to shake off the confusion brought by the restoration of her senses. She looked over to her mistress, who looked back at her with a bright beaming smile. As Zoe's eyes focused on the masked woman the post-orgasmic glow completely evaporated from her flushed face. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Please, no. Please," Zoe begged. "Please. Mercy!"

"Ah, so you remember me?" the masked woman asked coyly.

"Yes, Mistress XS," Zoe sobbed.

"Then you remember what I told you the last time we parted?" Mistress XS said.

Zoe nodded.

"Tell me," Mistress XS said coldly.

Zoe sniffled. "You said that the next time you saw me that you would see how many needles you could pierce through my labia," she said between sobs.

"That's right," Mistress XS said with an evil smile, thoroughly enjoying Zoe's anguish. "Let's make a game of it. I want you to guess how many you think I can do. Take a few minutes to decide, though, because there will be consequences for being wrong. But first I'm going to visit with another special friend before we begin. I want you to watch and imagine me doing the same things to you that I do to her."

Mistress XS turned away from a bawling Zoe, as she did so, she locked eyes with Annie who had watched the entire exchange in rapt horror.

"What the hell are you looking at, fuckmeat?" Mistress XS snarled.

Annie immediately cast her eyes to the floor. "Nuh-nuh," she replied fearfully.

"I should hope so, otherwise I'll have to pay you a visit later so we can have a chat." Mistress XS swiftly walked away, chatting with acquaintances in the crowd. Meanwhile, Annie felt the dildo loosen from her pussy and another eager rapist plunged his cock in to take its place.

Chapter 29

Crack!

"Aiyee!" Kathy wailed in pain as the riding crop slammed into her buttocks.

Crack!

"Come on, cowgirl, lemme see you ride!" the drunk party guest hollered as he raised the crop again.

"Please, sir, no!" Kathy begged.

Crack! Kathy collapsed hard down onto the wooden pony. She howled and scrambled back up onto tiptoe, her feet could still just barely scrape the ever-shrinking ice. She was only up for a second before sliding on the slippery blocks and falling back to the pony. She threw her hands up to try and regain her balance, but one of the steel spheres grazed her breast. Zap! She bolted upright as electricity surged into her nipples. When the whole sequence was over she was left pained and panting for breath.

"Ha, ha, ha," the crop-wielding guest cackled. "That's more like it." With his sadistic urges temporarily sated he cast aside the crop and grabbed another glass of wine, then went off to find someone to fuck now that his blood was up.

Kathy moaned as she was left in miserable peace. She could no longer lift herself free from the pony. The best she could do was to lessen the amount of weight that mashed her poor pussy into the wooden ridge.

The party was in full swing. The guests became more rowdy as time wore on and the drinks flowed. By now all the slave girls had been dragged from their cages, pits, and boxes and had been installed upon the various apparatuses around the room where they received heavy use.

The last slave pulled out of storage was Mistress XS's "special friend", who hung from the ceiling in a black leather sack. Mistress XS hauled on a rope until the balled up girl was at eye level, then she took off her blindfold. The sadistic sneer that met the girl was a familiar sight to her.

"Hello Tania," Mistress XS cooed. "Are you ready to suffer?"

Tania stared back. Her bulging cheeks and taped mouth stifled any reply she might have had. Ready or not, she had a date with Mistress XS.

The steely-eyed domme reached a hand down to the bottom of the sack. Kathy could see a little flash of pink where there was a slit in the bag near Tania's cunt. She gently rubbed the trapped girl's bits. "Hmm," she said as she pulled her hand away, "not excited to see me? You seemed pretty wet the last time we played. But maybe that was just the chili oil I had smeared on my strap-on!"

She grabbed a stungun off of the cart nearby. "I know what will get you going!" She pressed the prongs of the stungun to the girl's cunt. The girl shook her head, begging for mercy. Kathy could see the blue spark as Mistress XS activated the device. Tania shrieked and the sack she occupied surged as her contorted muscles flexed against the restraints that held her inside.

Mistress XS hit her with another shock. Then she set down the stungun and began kneading the bag with her hands. Tania cried and groaned as her mistress's hands moved up and down the bag, squishing and probing every space. Kathy couldn't quite understand why this was causing the girl such distress, maybe her muscles were cramped from spending so much time in the sack.

"Enough foreplay," Mistress XS announced, "let's get on with the fun." She turned to the crowd that had gathered to watch the skilled torturer at work. "Tania has agreed to demonstrate a punishment known as the parrot's perch."

She yanked on a rope and Tania crashed to the floor with a thud. Mistress XS loosened the bindings on the sack. As she peeled the leather bag away from Tania's body, Kathy was able to see what had caused Tania such distress. The interior of the sack was lined with hundreds of tiny pins! Tania's body was peppered with little scratches and cuts where the pin bag had done its work.

Tania was given no reprieve before Mistress XS got right to work. She dragged the terrified girl beneath the horizontal bar nearby and laid her on her back. She bound Tania's ankles together with a hemp rope, then she hoisted her legs up over the bar so that the backs of her knees rested atop it. Then with the assistance of some helpful bystanders, Tania's back was lifted from the floor. Mistress XS pulled her arms forward so that they were threaded under the bar, but up over her ankles where they were then tied together.

When she was let go Tania hung perched from the bar, hanging from her knees, but folded loosely so that her thighs were near her chest. This was the extent of Tania's bondage, but the position itself was enough to cause the girl distress.

"As you can see," Mistress XS said to the assembled guests, like a professor giving a lecture to a bunch of eager college students, "from this position our victim is completely helpless to move, while at the same time all her most delicate bits are totally vulnerable."

"There's her feet." Mistress XS grabbed a cane and slammed it hard into Tania's soles, which were so nicely presented to the gathered crowd. Tania frantically shrieked as her feet flared with pain.

"There's her ass." Whack! The cane landed hard across Tania's ass, which was thrust out so invitingly by her bent over position.

"Of course there's her pussy, we'll get to that later," she said with a wink.

"And if I walk around the other side, I've got ready access to her face." Smack! Smack! Two hard slaps reddened Tania's bulging cheeks as tears streaked from her eyes down across her forehead.

"In a little bit, after her the strain of her muscles sets in, she will sag low enough that we can work over her tits! Isn't it perfect? The only problem is deciding where to begin!"

Chapter 30

Annie grunted and gagged as she serviced four cocks at once. The man in her mouth had both hands positioned on her head so that he could more effectively fuck her throat. He'd lodge his dick deep, blocking her airway until she tried frantically to pull back against his strong hands. This would distract her from the cock that she held in either gloved hand. At the first sign of neglect to either of those men the leather strap would swing hard up from underneath her and crash across her tits. Annie's stifled wail merely came out as pleasant vibrations on the cock in her throat, who's owner called out for more, more.

Meanwhile the cock in her ass had been pumping away for a while now, the man was taking his time and enjoying himself as Annie writhed and suffered with every thrust. She frequently found herself handling multiple men at once now, though during one brief lull she regrettibly discovered that the dildos used to plug her holes were interchangeable after her shit-streaked ass dildo found its way lodged in her mouth.

The man banging away at her throat unloaded his cum directly into her esophagus. Annie chokingly swallowed it all down where it joined the dozens of other loads that she'd already slurped down. This latest rapist tucked his cock back into his pants and stepped away. With an unobstructed view, Annie could now see the latest development in the torture of Tania.

The poor girl hung limp from her perch. Her feet, the first target of Mistress XS's abuse, were grotesquely swollen as a result of the relentless caning they'd received. After that Mistress XS warmed up the girl's thighs with her razor whip. And now the evil sadist sat on a stool next to the girl, pliers in hand, deciding which area to focus on next.

Annie didn't get to see what the decision was, as the man pounding her ass had pulled out and walked around in front of her. He levelled his cock with her face and said, "Annie isn't it? I see Warden Schwartz is putting you to good use."

Annie looked up to see none other than Judge Kellerman, the man who had presided over the criminal trial that sent her to prison, staring back at her.

"As soon as I laid eyes on you I knew she'd take a shining to you," he said conversationally as he slid his cock into her mouth. Annie cringed as she licked the taste of her ass off of his dick. Her mind reeled at this perversion of the justice system that had brought her to this point. 

"Hopefully some time in the warden's care will make you into the woman you were meant to be," the judge croaked as he pulled out and shot his load all over Annie's face.

Chapter 31

Kathy had a problem. The ice blocks beneath her feet had melted far enough away that her pussy now bore the full weight of her body. The wooden ridge ground into her cunt, the slightest movements sent white hot flashes of pain rocketing through her nether regions, while holding still merely focused the pain on a single point. Her pained groans had drawn the attention of one of the guests who 'helpfully' decided to borrow a pair of candles from a nearby candelabra and stuck them in her mouth to help keep her quiet. Kathy's teeth sank into the soft wax of the horizontal candles, which were angled just right for the falling melted wax to splatter down on her tits.

But this wasn't Kathy's problem, or, at least, it wasn't her biggest problem. Her biggest problem was the discovery she'd made as the ice beneath her feet melted. She had assumed that the chains connecting her ankles to the blocks had merely been sunk into the ice, but she was wrong. The chains were not connected to the ice, they were connected to something resembling a solid steel cannonball which had been frozen into the ice. And, more worryingly, it appeared that the heavy steel balls were small enough that once the ice melted out from beneath them they would fall down through the bars of the grate beneath the wooden pony and add substantially to the weight pulling her cunt onto the wicked ridge. Kathy anxiously contemplated the drip, drip of the melting ice falling through the grate while the drip, drip of the melting wax accumulated on her tits.

Elsewhere, the party had reached peak debauchery. Many of the guests had shed their suits and dresses, trading them in for leather pants or curve hugging catsuits, or even walking around partially or totally undressed. They fucked each other, they fucked the slaves, and, in some cases, they had the slaves fuck them.

The waitresses still circulated, offering drinks and desserts, though the agony of spending hours walking around in ballet boots was apparent in their eyes. Despite serving in an official capacity as waitresses, the girls still drew the attention of the sadistic guests. They'd lean on the trays that were supported by the girls' nipples, or give them a lash of the whip as they walked past. The two girls with their tongue rings chained to their collars had become the de facto ashtrays for the party. Cigarettes would be extinguished on their tongues, then the butts were shoved into the backs of their mouths for them to swallow.

Some time ago Mistress XS had finally finished torturing poor Tania, who had screamed herself hoarse. Several times the intensity of the torture was so great that the frantic pain slave passed out, but her respite was brief, because soon after she'd be revived with an injection of stimulants delivered into her breasts via a needle jammed in through her nipple. The suffering slave had been beaten, burned, pierced, pinched, electrocuted, and whipped before Mistress XS decided to take a break.

Before Mistress XS stepped away, though, she had thrust a dildo into Tania's tied purple hands. She had introduced it to the guests as The Punisher, the mere sight of it would give Kathy nightmares for nights to come. The dildo was shaped like five billiard balls fixed end-to-end with each ball covered in short, prickly, horsehair. Little bits of sharp wire jutted out in random places, and the tip was adorned with a blunt, metal spike. "Hold on to that for me," Mistress XS had said. "I'm going to fuck you with it later, but maybe if you don't drop it then I will spare your asshole this time."

Tania tightened her grip on The Punisher, though merely holding onto it caused her hands to be painfully pricked and scratched.

Chapter 32

"Faster, whore!" The leather strap crashed down across Annie's ass. She threw her body back and forth as fast as she could. In front of her, sitting on a stool with her legs spread, was a naked female guest wielding a leather strap. Once the men had begun to tire of Annie's services the ladies started to make an appearance. Someone had found an attachment for Annie's gag that allowed it to be fitted with an outward facing dildo in addition to the one locked inside her mouth. This meant that Annie could service a pussy seated in front of her face. But since the double dildo gag still had one end inserted into her mouth she got the added effect of fucking her own throat while she pumped away at the juicy cunt parked in front of her face. Her chokes and coughs were not cute to the ladies demanding a good, deep fucking though, so it earned her plenty of lashes from the strap on her already sore ass and tits.

Annie felt her pussy plug slide out as another visitor came up behind her. She groaned as the new person entered her with one quick, hard thrust. She knew right away that it was another woman. They weren't there to massage their cocks in Annie's slippery holes, they were there to make her squeal and squirm while they fucked her. To that end, the ladies donned strap-ons to make fucking her very unpleasant. Certainly nothing so extreme as The Punisher, which would leave her holes destroyed for days or even weeks, but instead they were dildos with knobs and ridges that banged away at her insides, or a wide girth that stretched her over fucked holes, or a coarse texture that would abrade her sensitive areas, or sometimes all three!

This particular patron had chosen long and knobby. Annie grunted as the long dildo slid in and out, grinding away at her well-used cunt. She tried to ignore the assault, focusing on the lash-wielding woman in front of her, but this new visitor was persistent. She grabbed Annie's hips in her hands and levered herself deeper and deeper.

Annie threw her head back and screamed as the long cock eventually slammed into her cervix. The pain wasn't just from the collision deep inside her pussy, but also from the dozen or so tiny pins positioned at the base of the strap-on which now made contact with her cunt! Whack! The leather strap came up from below and crashed across her tits.

"Pay attention to my pussy and not your own, whore!" the guest in front of her snapped. Annie did her best to refocus her attention on servicing the woman with the leather strap, but the woman behind her kept battering away.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Annie screamed, trying to wriggle out of the grip of her rapist. Whack! Whack! Her tits flared with pain. She was torn between two terrors. She focused all her effort on the woman near her face. She rammed herself forward driving her dildo gag deep into the woman's wet pussy, and at the same time battering her own throat. Fortunately for Annie, her own masochistic efforts were enough of a turn on for her oral assailant that the woman was soon driven to orgasm. She lifted her legs up around Annie's head and held the girl with the dildo pressed deep in her convulsing twat. Annie, still being pounded from behind, fought for breath around the woman's sweaty, muscular thighs. Eventually the woman relented and Annie was able to catch her breath.

At the same time, the knobby dildo assaulting her pussy popped free. It's owner replugged Annie's cunt and walked around to her front. Annie came eye-to-eye with the long, ribbed dildo that had been banging away at her insides, it was more intimidating than she realized.

"That looked like fun," the pussy pounder remarked. "I think I'll have what she had. Though Judge Kellerman tells me that you have a delightfully tight little asshole. Maybe I should have a go at that first? What do you think?"

Annie looked up at the woman addressing her and was stunned when she recognized her. It was Lisa Shaw, the high-priced defense attorney who had gotten her bosses off and framed her for the crimes that had sent her to prison! She looked even more beautiful than when she had seen her in court. Her long blond hair had been pulled back into a ponytail that flowed down over her skintight red latex catsuit. Her knobby dildo swayed gently between her round hips.

Before Lisa could decide, the women's attention was stolen away by Mistress XS, returning at long last to give Zoe her promised punishment. Zoe stared at Mistress XS in absolute terror as she strolled over. While she had been waiting someone had 'helpfully' come along and attached weighted clamps to her already long inner labia to stretch them out and give Mistress XS more room to work with. Though her pussy had been earmarked for Mistress XS, the girl's tits had accumulated several new bruises and bite marks in the meantime.

"So, Zoe," Mistress XS said, "have you decided how many needles you think I can fit in those meaty pussy lips?"

"Please, mistress, no. Not that. Please!" Zoe begged.

Mistress XS reached up and viciously twisted Zoe's nipples. "I didn't ask to hear your pathetic sniveling, you worthless painslut," she sneered. "Give me a number. For every one that you are off by it will be five strokes of my razor whip across your tits."

Annie didn't get a chance to hear Zoe's answer because Mistress Lisa sat down on the stool in front of her and presented her smooth pussy. On the other end, Annie felt the anal plug loosened from her ass. She could soon hear Zoe's frantic screams fill the room as Mistress XS began her evil work.

Chapter 33

Kathy was sweating, not from the heat of the dungeon which was kept comfortable for the visitors, but from worrying about the fate that awaited her. Her cunt ached something awful. She had prayed that she would have gone numb by now, but the awful pressure of the pony was as terrible as ever. The candles held in her mouth had long since burned out, their hot flames singeing her lips before her moist breath had finally extinguished them. She still held the waxy nubs pressed between her teeth, too afraid to drop them without permission.

She felt a gentle tug at her ankle. She drew in her breath and braced herself. Was this the moment that the ice finally gave way and the weight chained to her ankle dropped? No. The weight had simply settled lower as the ice beneath it melted. Kathy's heart raced.

She caught the eye of a nearby waitress. The party was starting to wind down, but still they patrolled the room with trays full of drinks tugging at their sore nipples, teetering along on their ballet boots, taking tiny steps with their fettered ankles. The girl gave the slightest nod to Kathy. They were two sisters in misery, abducted by these vicious sadists and tortured for their amusement.

The girl passed, her halting steps a testament to how badly her feet hurt. Kathy saw a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. Crash! The waitress, perhaps distracted by Kathy, perhaps fatigued from a long night of pain and abuse, slipped on a wet spot on the floor and went tumbling forward. With her arms locked behind her she could do nothing to brace herself as she tumbled into a guest seated at a table, spilling her tray of drinks all over the woman. The waitress hit the floor hard, squealing in pain as the tray attached to her nipples via a pair of heavy piercings twisted and yanked at her tits.

The commotion drew the attention of several guests, who raced to help the woman who'd had the drinks spilled all over her. The only one to attend to the fallen waitress was Judge Kellerman, who stormed over and kicked at the flailing waitress until she rolled onto her back and looked up at the judge.

"Fraulein Wells," he said sternly, "you and Fraulein Burns were released from the Nazi dungeon on the condition that you would be on your best behavior. Now I see you assaulting a guest? You have taken advantage of my mercy and will be punished to make an example for others."

Judge Kellerman grabbed the shoulder of the other tongue-ringed waitress who was standing nearby. "And you, Fraulein Burns, I expected you to keep an eye on your friend. You will be punished as well."

Alison Meyers and Tracy Burns, two carefree college-aged hitchhikers who had found their way into the clutches of Group XS a few weeks back, were quickly stripped of their waitress outfits. A pile of stockings, corsets, gloves, shackles, and latex grew in front of them. Once they had been freed of their bondage, their long inflexible wooden dildos were pulled out of their pussies and asses. It was no wonder why the waitresses had seemed to move so stiffly about the room considering that each one had what was essentially a foot long broom handle rammed into each of her holes.

Now the two girls knelt penitently before their master, hands behind their heads and eyes cast down. With their gear removed Kathy could see that the duo had identical piercings in their tongues, lips, tits, septums, ears, navels, labia, clits, and even above and below their assholes.

Alison was the first one pulled to her feet. She was brought beneath a sturdy steel six foot long bar that was hanging horizontally from the ceiling via a single chain connected at its middle. Alison was stood up beneath one end of the bar on top of a small box. With the help of a step stool, Judge Kellerman clipped several carefully measured steel cables to the end of the bar over Alison's head, then he attached one cable to each of the piercings from her waist up. Alison stood flat-footed on the box with her chin tipped up towards the ceiling, her pierced tongue once again pulled from her mouth and a tangle of cables connecting her face, tits, and navel to the bar.

Tracy was given the same treatment on the other side of the bar while standing atop her own box. Then a heavy padlock was brought out for each girl and snapped through their clit and labia rings. The girls' pussies sagged under the weight and their distress increased as the wider stance required by the bulky lock caused them to pull on the cables.

Next, each girl had a metal cuff closed around her right ankle, then her leg was bent double and the cuff was locked onto the lower of the two piercings near her asshole. Finally, metal wristcuffs attached each girl's arms to the upper asshole piercing. The pair stood perched like flamingos, trying to keep their balance to avoid tugging on the cables connecting them to the bar. As each girl wriggled, her movement was translated across the bar into her companion on the other end.

Judge Kellerman stood between the two girls holding a cane as thick as his thumb. "Since you both have disappointed me so dearly I think fifty strokes each is only fair. Let's begin!"

Without warning he turned and quickly kicked the box out from under each girl. The girls reacted with surprise as their weight was suddenly borne completely by their piercings. Their free legs flailed wildly in the air, while their locked legs and wrists tugged at their asses. Since the bar was suspended from the ceiling by its center it acted as a sort of balance scale. Tracy, as the taller and slightly heavier of the two slowly drifted downward until her outstretched toe touched the ground. She relaxed slightly as some of the weight was relieved from her piercings. However, Alison, on the other end of the bar still flailed about, completely suspended and in great distress.

Tracy, devastated to see her friend in such pain used her free leg to launch herself up. The bar levered the other way and Alison touched the ground. She savored the relief for just a second before she, too, pushed up from the ground to aide Tracy. In this way the duo slowly bobbed up and down like some cursed teeter-totter, each girl getting a brief second on the ground before once again rising from the floor by her piercings. Then the caning started.

Judge Kellerman lined up behind Alison and aimed directly for the calf of her free leg just as she was about to touch down.

"Aiyeeee!" A blood, curdling scream filled the room. But it wasn't from either Tracy or Alison. It was from Kathy. The heavy metal cannonball shackled to her right ankle had finally shed its icy shell and plummeted down through the bars of the grate beneath the wooden pony. It fell about a foot before the chain pulled taut and yanked hard on her leg. For Kathy the effect was as if someone had taken a battle-axe and swung it up between her legs. She felt like she was being split in two. Her vision faded. The candle nubs dropped out of her mouth. But before she could pass out there was another clatter. The second cannonball, attached to her other ankle had been dislodged by the sudden movement caused by the first. A second swing of the battle-axe landed between her legs. She lost control of her bladder and piss came spurting out all over the pony. Her hands dropped the heavy metal spheres linked to her nipples as she frantically and futility groped at her agonized cunt. Her nipples stretched to the ceiling. One of the swinging orbs grazed her shoulder and Kathy's body shuddered under a fierce electric shock. Then, finally, mercifully, she passed out.

Chapter 34

The party was finally over. The last of the guests made their way out the doors and the caretakers of Group XS began the chore of cleaning up. Slaves were taken down from their racks and posts and packed away in boxes and cages for the night, though not before all the foreign objects were removed from their holes and any wounds were stitched shut.

Zoe still hung, slumped and exhausted, from the X-shaped frame, her pussy bristled with dozens of shiny needles, her tits were slashed with angry red welts from the whip. Clearly Zoe's estimate of how many needles Mistress XS could fit was incorrect. Annie never heard what the final count was because Dr. Saavik announced 'last call' before the job was finished. At that point, instead of rushing for the bar, the guests crowded around Annie. She was as busy as ever, attending to multiple guests at once. When the plugs were finally inserted for the last time she hung her head and cried.

"Why so sad, fuckslut?" a woman with a thick German accent inquired. She unhooked Annie from the pole that attached to her collar and allowed her to slump to the floor. "You were one of the most popular items."

She didn't have to tell Annie that. Her pussy and ass were bruised, swollen, and chafed from how much use they had seen. Her throat was sore from how many cocks and dildos had slammed into her tonsils. And her stomach rumbled with the amount of semen she had drank over the course of the night. Now that she was off of her feet, her toes throbbed with pain from the crushing embrace of the ballet boots.

The woman rolled Annie over onto her back. "We didn't get a chance to meet, as I was detained with other duties. I am Dr. Zorhof," the German woman said. She looked down at Annie's chest. "I was asked to pack you away for your trip back home, but I see that one of your holes hasn't seen any use. It'd be a shame to send you away without a proper titty fuck."

Annie shook her head 'no'. After all this she simply wanted to be sent back to the prison, where the suffering was comparatively milder.

"Oh, it's no bother," said Dr. Zorhof. "I'm happy to do it. I'll even let you pick which strap-on to use."

The doctor reached over and held up two dildos. One Annie gasped when she saw it as it looked to be covered in tiny shards of broken glass. She quickly looked to the other option, which was a fairly modest looking dildo slathered in lubricant. Annie nodded and grunted toward the second one.

"As you wish," Dr. Zorhof chirped as she locked the cock onto her hips, careful not to get any of the lube on her hands. She lifted a leg and straddled Annie's waist, then she slipped the dildo plug out from the underside of Annie's cleavage.

Annie was thankful for the lubricant, which allowed the dildo to slide easily up between her tits. Dr. Zorhof leaned forward and pressed Annie's mashed breasts together in order to apply more pressure to the dildo. Annie groaned. Even though she hadn't received a titty fuck all night due to her stooped over position, she had still received many, many strikes from the leather strap. Her tits were awash in bruises, which Dr. Zorhof mauled and squeezed as she slid her strap-on back and forth. After a few thrusts, though, her tits began to burn. The intensity grew greater and greater with each passing second. Annie's grunts turned to anguished wails.

Dr. Zorhof smiled. "You like my new lubricant? I made it by distilling the oil from several plants, poison ivy, poison sumac, and a few others I bet you haven't heard of. You get the burning now, but later you'll have a terrible itch, and the swelling is simply magnificent!"

Annie screamed as the doctor pumped away at her tits. She felt like she was on fire. She tried to roll away but she was pinned beneath Zorhof's body. Once Dr. Zorhof felt that she had coated Annie's tits as thoroughly as she could she unhooked the strap-on, shoved it all the way in, and locked it between Annie's breasts.

"There. All set. I'll leave the dildo with you. I think it'll add to the nice, snug fit once your breasts begin to swell within that rubber suit. And you'll have something to remember me by on your trip home." Annie sobbed while the burning in her tits raged. "Speaking of which, we should pack you up."

Dr. Zorhof flagged down an attendant, who brought a large wooden crate. The doctor flipped a few latches and the four sides of the box fell away to the floor so that the whole thing laid flat. She found half a dozen long leather straps and arrayed them parallel to each other on the bottom section. Then the doctor and the attendant lifted Annie up and placed her on her back on top of the straps. Next she went over to Zoe.

"You two are going to the same place, yes? I think it's more efficient to send you two together, right?" she asked. Zoe was taken down from the X-frame, practically collapsing into the arms of the attendant. She was dragged over near Annie and placed kneeling over Annie's body with the two girls in a '69' position. Annie opened her eyes to see Zoe's needle studded pussy mere inches away from her face. She couldn't imagine what hell it must have been for Zoe to be pierced over and over and over. Zoe meanwhile had an excellent view of Annie's pussy, still plugged, but obviously swollen from the way it pushed against the tight rubber panties that she wore.

Annie's knees were pulled up on either side of Zoe's body so she was in a squatting position while still on her back. Zoe's body was adjusted so that she kneeled with her legs on either side of Annie's torso. Then the doctor and the attendant secured the straps that lay beneath the two girls, pulling them plenty tight to ensure that their bodies were mashed together as compactly as possible. Annie howled as Zoe's body was pressed into her burning tits, which had begun to swell, pressing against the already tight rubber of her body suit.

Now that the two girls were strapped together into a compact ball with each prisoner's head trapped between the other's thighs, the doctor and the attendant raised the sides and latched them in place. But not before the doctor removed Annie's dildo gag and the rubber hood that she'd been wearing for the better part of a day. Annie looked up past Zoe's pin-cushioned pussy to see Dr. Zorhof's smiling face staring back down at her.

"I almost forgot to give you your leftovers to take home," she smiled. The doctor stepped away and returned holding a metal bucket, which Annie instantly recognized as the one which had been positioned underneath her head all night. It had been collecting all the drool and cum that had leaked out of her mouth, or that had dribbled down her head after the guests blasted their loads in her face.

"No. No, please," Annie begged.

The doctor turned over the bucket. A wave of globby, white semen poured out, drenching Annie's face. It stung her eyes. It soaked into her hair. It covered her nose and mouth. Her shallow breaths blew little cum bubbles out of her nostrils as the gooey liquid coated her entire head.

"Now before I pack you away I have one more task for you to help me out with," Dr. Zorhof said. "While you're in there, and so closely positioned next to your friend's pussy, I need you to pull all those little needles out of her cunt lips. Just use your teeth. Don't be afraid to give them a good tug, some might be really stuck in there."

Annie looked at the metal studded labia that were mere inches away from her face. This was an absolute nightmare. How could she possibly pull all those needles out, and using her teeth no less?

"I expect you to finish the job by the time you get back to the prison. The guards will report back to me. You'd better not let me down, or I'll be very angry the next time I see you," she said. Annie fearfully filed away the words 'next time' and shuddered.

Dr. Zorhof lifted the lid of the box into place and latched it closed, casting a cum-covered Annie and a pussy punctured Zoe into darkness.

Chapter 35

Junior Inspector of Prisons Isabella Rogers walked confidently through the main entrance of Harden Maximum Security Prison, the ostentatious fountain jetted high into the air behind her. She'd spent all weekend preparing for the inmate interviews that she had demanded from the warden. She had to do this just right. Maybe the inmates had been coached. Maybe they had been intimidated into staying silent. But she knew in her gut that something wasn't right in this prison.

She walked up to the security checkpoint, put her bag on the table for inspection and stepped through the metal detector. A guard dog barked as Isabella passed by.

"Not again," she thought.

The guard manning the post grabbed her bag off of the table. "Is this yours?" he asked.

"You just saw me put it down. Of course it is," Isabella said.

The guard reached into a side pocket of the bag. "Then I suppose this is yours too then?" he asked as he pulled a small brick of cocaine out.

Isabella's face went pale. Her jaw dropped open. A pair of bulky guards came up behind her.

"Come with us, please."

Epilogue

The trial was open and shut. Isabella was easily convicted under an overwhelming preponderance of evidence that painted a clear picture of her scheme to deal drugs via a network of prisoners that she planned to recruit. After the verdict was read, the presiding honorable Judge Joseph Kellerman gave Isabella a withering lecture about how she had abused the authority entrusted to her by the state, then she was sentenced to eight years in the very prison where she had allegedly intended to conduct her criminal campaign.

Warden Marissa Schwartz was waiting for her when she arrived. "Ah, Isabella, I was expecting you," she said. "I have just the place for you in Category A, Section A. Maybe there you will find the answers that you so desperately wanted to ferret out when you were last here."