The matrons called this moral training and extolled its virtues as Lucy had pleased with them not be sent back to these cells. She had trembled as they inserted the training dildo and wires, but her pleas were cut short by both the insertion of the ball gag and then a series of test shocks to check the system was working. As they shut her in the cell, Lucy had her first orgasm as the feeling of helplessness combined with the dildo’s vibrations were too much for her. Forced to wear her humiliating prison uniform and now to also wear an anal hook, Lucy found her plight too arousing to resist. She thought those first shocks would have made her more careful but here she was in the middle of another series of punishment shocks that her most recent orgasms had triggered.
Lucy could not remember the final shocks in this series but felt relived it was over. But as the training dildo started up again, she moaned loudly through her gag. She had to be careful now as she could not afford that many more shocks as she had just suffered through plus three. She shook her body to see if she could shake off the cruel wires but the only result was the jingling of her nipple bells as her breasts swayed back and forth. Lucy knew it was futile and her only hope was to avoid further orgasms despite the best efforts of the training dildo system to push her over the edge. She worked to ignore the rapid pulsing in her vagina as she recalled her past life as an adult student.
Lucy thought about how she had been a hard worker and on track to receive top marks. She recalled her secret shame around bondage fantasies and how she reacted by ignoring anything sexual. She avoided men and dressed down in baggy clothing to prevent any unwanted attention. Unwanted attention like the training dildo filling her vagina, she thought as she tried to refocus away from her current plight.
She thought back to those baggy clothes she wore to hide her gorgeous body. Few at the university knew she had the looks of a model. The dildo’s buzzing again returned her thoughts to how now in prison her clothes did the opposite as the black and white striped quarter cup corset she was forced to wear only highlighted and thrust her breasts forward while exposing her nipple rings. Her thin prison skirt was more a band of black and white striped piece of fabric that only covered her metal waistband and did nothing to cover her now smooth shaven pussy and labia rings. The heels she was forced to wear were taller than anything she would ever even have considered buying. The prison striped stockings only highlighted her athletic and trim legs. Lucy usually did her hair up and never had let it fall across her shoulders and down her back as she now did to accommodate the dainty prisoner hat she was always forced to wear.
She tried to refocus her thoughts away from her current plight and skimpy uniform. But as she shifted her weight to adjust her rubber anal hook, she felt a subtle change in tension in the cruel wires of the training dildo system linking her dildo, labia lips, anal hook, nipple rings, and ball gag to the battery packs. She had quickly learned there was no comfortable way to wear a rubber anal hook as she allowed herself to pace in a circle. The sounds of her heels on the stone floor, clanking of her ankle chains, and shifting tension in wires of the training dildo system offered some distraction to keep her mind away from the work of the dildo now entering a power cycle.
Lucy wondered what someone from her old life opening the cell door would see if they looked upon her. Her uniform marked her not just as a prisoner but a sexualized fetish of a prisoner. Her hands shackled to her metal collar, the rubber anal hook chaining her to the cell ceiling, the training dildo shoved in her pussy, ringed and belled nipples, and the wires to shock her showed she was also a bondage prisoner in peril. She imagined they would not recognize her but if they did the shame would be so severe that she blushed deeply even as the dildo roared in her vagina. She wanted to give into the dildo so much that she wondered if she was even willing to orgasm with others watching her like in her thoughts. But Lucy did not want to be shocked and so fought on.
As the dildo reached full speed, Lucy imagined the cell door opening and her parents standing outside. Her parents would gasp at her skimpy prison uniform. It offered no coverage and instead drew attention directly to her large breasts and shaved pussy. They would stare at her ball gag and wonder why thin wires ran down from its sides to her pierced and ringed nipples. They would gasp more at the dildo she allowed inside her. She would turn her back to spare them, but that would only highlight her rubber anal hook and show off a rear view of her labia rings connected with wires to that massive dildo. She imagined she would try to cover her breasts but realized the corset forced them out further than her chained hands could even reach. Maybe she would try to close her legs and hide the buzzing training dildo, but doing so would only force it deeper into her. She needed to keep her legs as far apart as her ankle chain would allow to give some relief to her stretched labia.
Lucy forgot about her shame of being observed as she wondered if her labia lips were at the limit now as the training dildo took on new energy and power. She felt her labia rings spread even further apart as she noticed herself beginning to move her hips. A wave of impending dread spread across Lucy faster than any cruel shocks ever could.
Sensing this danger, Lucy recalled her earliest experiences in the prison when the ambassador had found her pleasuring herself and the guards had forced her to pose for lewd photos. She also recalled the crude acts she had performed on Claire and realized with shame she enjoyed them. She heard the clanking of her own chains and ringing of her nipple bells as she crawled towards Claire’s spread pussy with her tongue extended. This had not been part of even her secret fantasy and she wondered how else being in this bondage prison was changing her. What if she was loosing control of it? Had it gone too far? What if she was stuck here? As Lucy pondered this new fear, she was able to ignore the frantic pulsing in her vagina as the training dildo began to finally power down and returned to the less intense stimulation mode.
Lucy was better at avoiding orgasms in this lower stimulation mode although it did keep her on edge. The stimulation forced pictures of Claire in her prison uniform with her nipple rings tied with three inches of chain to Lucy’s as they both shared a dildo between their nearly kissing lips. Other punishments they had endured together played in her mind as the stimulation continued. Lucy weathered them and many more until the training dildo began another power cycle. Lucy worked to defend herself as her thoughts returned to the fear of more shocks and shame for herself. Time was impossible to keep track of in a state like this and so Lucy was surprised when she later felt three mild shocks signaling inspection time.