0 comments/ 26197 views/ 6 favorites Seventeen Ch. 01 By: Taunus Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Day One Oleg has taken a temporary job at a private prison. He has the limited duty of intake, body cavity search, feeding and watering, and tending to the hygiene and general sanitation of the girls. He comes to a cell where a newly incarcerated girl is housed. She is nineteen years old; but, for some obtuse reason, goes by the nickname of "Seventeen." The girl is naked and chained to a floor ring. Oleg peers into the stark cell and says: "Hello Seventeen." The startled girl, Seventeen looks around in terror! Oleg asks: "Why are you frightened?" Seventeen answers in a whisper: "I... I didn't see you, Sir. I'm a prisoner here, my own clothes were taken from me and I've been chained here for so long. Who are you?" Oleg replies: "I am Oleg---I do body cavity searches and tend to some of the needs of the inmates." Oleg opens the cell door. The hapless girl has wrist and ankle cuffs; the wrist cuffs are chained to a floor ring in the middle of the cell. The floor ring is the only item in her cell. There is no bed, running water, or toilet. Oleg removes the chain from her leg irons, locks her hands behind her back, and attaches a chain which runs between her lissome, lanky, lean legs. He then comments, saying "Nothing pleases me more than a gorgeous girl on a short leash." He then jerks her chain, parting her ass cheeks and rubbing her anus, perineum, vulva, and clitoris. "Follow me, please, Seventeen," Oleg requests. He knows that leashed as she is that there is no alternative. Seventeen stumbles after him. "Oleg: Now we are going to have a body cavity search. Have you done this before?" He leads her to a medieval stock and locks her head into it. He then starts putting on green latex surgical gloves. Seventeen passively allows her head to be placed in the frame, only then does she seem to realize why she's being secured. Seventeen cries out in fear as she feels more and more of her body being exposed... she looks from side to side as if looking for help. Oleg finishes putting on his Latex gloves and lubricates them with K.Y. Jelly. Then he spreads her glorious hemispheres and exposes her comely rosebud. With right middle finger atop index finger he presses to her anus. Her sphincters tighten. He waits for her to relax and permit the deep penetration of her rectum. With constant pressure he glides his grouped fingers into her rectum. He aligns his fingers side-by-side stretching and dilating her anus. Once inside, he curls his fingers and twists and pulls against her anal sphincters. Seventeen rises up to her full height, as allowed by the medieval stock, until she can evade his touch no more. Her eyes widen as he enters her, and take possession of that private part of her. She lowers herself; panicked, she looks around to see if any another person could see her degradation. Oleg twists and turns his fingers inside her bowels. Convinced that she is concealing nothing, he pulls his fingers out with a wet "pop." He then pulls off the green latex gloves and discards them. He then comments on the girl's exposed asshole. "Your rosette is gorgeous, Seventeen! It is the same color and hue as your nipples. Truly your 'Glory of Glories'---a tiny, taut, tight Taboo Treasure Trove." Seventeen starts to mumble, then raises her voice slightly. "I've never seen it, Sir." "Later I will bring a mirror or camera," Oleg remarks. Then he continues with the prison mantra. "You have no expectation of privacy here, girl." After a brief pause he asks if she is an "anal virgin." Seventeen automatically mumbles a "thank you" as if he'd complimented her on something as ordinary as her hair style. She then repeats his statement, "no privacy... Yes, Sir... I am an 'anal virgin,' yes." Having said that, she grimaces. Oleg inserts three fingers into her vagina. She rises to her toes again. "Your 'Holy of Holies" is quite large, Seventeen," Oleg observes. He then feels her G-spot and her cervix. "Have you had a pelvic examination before?" Seventeen shifts her weight from foot to foot, but cannot evade his inspection of her womanhood. She whispers: "Yes, Sir." She moans as his calloused fingers irritate her sensitive vagina." "It was a bit more dignified for me than this." Oleg feels her bowels, bladder, uterus, fallopian tubes, and ovaries from her vagina. He murmurs "Mmm." He then rubs her cervix with a manicured finger nail. "Your cervix is soft girl. Why?" He asks. "Do people hide things this deep? Oh!" She groans again as his finger traces its path along her cervix. "Do you have contraband in your womb?" He demands. Seventeen is confused. She has never felt her cervix. She answers with a question "Soft, Sir?" Oleg retorts: "It should be hard with a mucus plug. Or, at least, firm." "No! I didn't know I was being tricked into coming to prison; I had no reason to hide anything anywhere!" Seventeen protests. Oleg responds: "I examine hundreds of girls' inner sex parts." Seventeen clenches her teeth and stares at the stone floor tiles before her. "Did you just finish your period? ---Or, do you have an Intrauterine device (IUD)? ---Or, did you just have sex? Remember! You have no expectation of privacy here." Oleg queries. Her voice trails off as she gives a negative response. Oleg eases a fourth finger into her cavernous cunt and presses the middle finger dilating her cervix, the tiny neck of her uterus. "Does it hurt girl?" Seventeen takes in a quick breath. Oleg presses the issue: "It should, unless you are hiding something or you are pregnant." Seventeen grimaces again Oleg continues his interrogation: "When is your next period? The start of your menstrual cycle?" Seventeen tries to concentrate. Oleg realizes that Seventeen is a beautiful woman. He exclaims: "In this prison you have to beg everything." At last, having realized her situation, Seventeen whispers: "Oh, god, it's due next week! Do you issue feminine hygiene products?" Oleg explains: "Oleg: The cells have no beds, running water, or toilets." He grins. Seventeen jerks suddenly at the medieval stock and at her restraints, she then relaxes and clears her throat: "May i beg for some tampons for next week, Sir?" "I need to put you on a gynecological chair and use a speculum to spread your pussy lips and search your uterus. Tampons? Kotex? "You see any lying around?" Oleg asks and grins. Again?! i think you've felt all that is there to feel!" Seventeen complains. Oleg lectures: "There is no limit to the pelvic exam, how humiliating, degrading, or embarrassing... your womanhood is open for all to see, behold, and admire." Seventeen exhales slowly, as if beginning to accept her fate Oleg reinforces the point: "There is a body cavity search every day, Seventeen." "But what will they be looking for?! Dust from the floor? I have nothing that I would want to hide!" Seven continues. "Now we need to 'prep' you for your cell," Oleg says. Seventeen is confused and asks: "Prep, sir?" She trembles. Oleg leads Seventeen into a large caged room. She looks around the room them back too her tormentor. Oleg leads Seventeen to a row of toilets. He forces her to sit on one. She blushes as she asks if she is to use the toilet in public. "Make and keep eye contact, girl," Oleg demands. He reminds her again that she has no expectation of privacy. He comments: "You have a very pretty face and your nipples look hard and firm." Seventeen swallows; she hears the sound of water falling comes from the porcelain bowl. Oleg lets elevator eyes scan her stunning physique. Seventeen looks down at her nipples, and is astonished to see they are hard Oleg orders her to urinate and defecate. He reminds her that her cell has no toilet. [2013/04/13 04:38] Oleg: Make pee and poop, the cell has no toilet. Seventeen struggles. Oleg scans her sculptured shoulders, her hour-glass waist, her perfectly proportioned mammary, her carved ivory derriere, her lean, lanky, limber, lissome legs. Oleg cannot keep his sinister, myopic, lecherous eyes from her milky-white inner thighs. Seventeen 's face reddens as the sound of solid waste falling fills the huge room. She barely hears his compliments, lustful as they are, through her embarrassment Seventeen pleads: "Sir? May I be freed a moment to clean myself?" She looks around for toilet tissue. Oleg remarks: "For sure Pygmalion, King of Syracuse, would cast aside his statuesque Galatea for your Junoesque physique! Does a girl need to be cleaned? She must say 'Daddy, I'm through.'" Oleg looks in his ruck sack and pulls out some Aloe Vera Baby Wipes. Seventeen blinks, as if wondering where is the end of her degradation. She whispers: "daddy, I'm through." "Does it humiliate and embarrass you to be wiped clean in public? Remember the mantra: 'You have no expectation...'" Oleg comments. He wipes her from her clit to her anus, tossing aside the spent wipes and flushing the ejecta away. Oleg then inquires of her: "Have you been fed or watered lately?" Seventeen replies: "no, Sir. I am thirsty; yes, and I would like some food." Oleg opens his ruck sack and takes out a water bottle, uncaps it, and presses it to her lips. "Drink girl." Seventeen freezes, as she realizes her image of degradation has been captured! Oleg takes a sip himself: "See, it's not drugged." Seventeen drinks from his bottle. Oleg finds a Granola power bar and unwraps it: "Eat Girl" Seventeen clears her throat, and speaks louder: "Thank you for the water, Sir. She leans forward and bites of a piece of the bar." Oleg enjoys having a girl eat from his hand. Seventeen licks crumbs from her lips, hoping to get every bit of nourishment as if uncertain when she'll eat again. Oleg leads her to her cell and chains her to the floor ring. He departs. ----- Day Two Making his rounds, Oleg comes to the cell of Seventeen. She is hogtied, gagged, and leashed to a floor ring. Oleg removes her ball gag, cuffs her hands behind her back, and runs a chain leash from her wrist cuffs between her legs. Seventeen whispers: "Oh, Sir! thank you." She kneels and reverently kisses Oleg's feet. Oleg discovers that she has not been fed or watered. He decides to do a quick body cavity search before tending to her needs. He forces her into the medieval stock, keeping her hands behind her back. Then he orders her: "Spread your ass cheeks for me." She is reluctant, saying that she has been locked away. Her voice trails off in a futile protest. She decides to obey. She struggles to spread her glorious hemispheres and expose her comely rosette. As he puts on his green latex surgical gloves, he reminds her: "You must understand that the body cavity is mandatory every day." Having said that he applies lubricant. Seventeen nods her head, cringing at the distinctive noise of latex snapped and lubricant being dispensed. Oleg asks is she is sore from yesterday's body cavity search? She answers: "No, Sir, not from my cavity search." Oleg puts middle finger atop index finger and inserts the pair into her rectum. He asks the girl: "Were you raped or sodomized?" Seventeen tries and fails to look behind her; the medieval stock holds her head securely. She parts her legs a few more inches as the cold slick finger touches her little button. Oleg feels her insides. Seventeen's voice trails off as she whispers: "No, Sir, I was taken from my cell by another guard." Oleg asks: "Did they shove something into your ass Seventeen?" Seventeen whispers: "Yes, he did, Sir. My ass and my pussy both." Oleg continues: "He put his penis into your Vagina and Rectum?" Seventeen explains how the guard took her to a large cell and forced dildos into both her vagina and rectum. While she is giving details, Oleg is working her anus, curling his fingers and pulling back against her anal sphincter muscles. She winces as the fingers do their work. Oleg removes and discards green latex gloves. The girl is beginning to interest him. But one must not be involved with an inmate. Seventeen exhales slowly as she realizes he is half-way finished. Oleg shoves three fingers into her cavernous cunt. He feels her inner organs. Oleg presses her right ovary and asks: "Does that hurt, Seventeen?" Seventeen squeals in surprise at the cold slick intrusion. She relaxes promptly, as if it wasn't unpleasant. Oleg knows that once inside her pelvic region,, once in her vagina, the ways to cause pleasure and pain are limitless. Seventeen wets her lips and shifts her body weight from foot to foot. Oleg pulls his fingers out and unlocks the stock. Seventeen smiles despite herself, finding today's inspection to be pleasant, on the whole. She turns and faces the guard. Oleg explains: "You must understand that I only keep you healthy and fed so that the guards and mistresses can use you." He seats her on an exposed toilet and demands: "Defecate without urinating for me now! Make and keep eye contact." Seventeen blinks in surprise! Oleg puts on green latex gloves. Seventeen whispers: "Sir? I'll try, but... It's hard." She spills a few drips despite herself as she attempts to obey. "Do you need an enema?" Asks the impatient guard. Seventeen looks shocked: "No! no, no Sir, it's coming, I can feel it." She blushes as the sound of something solid falling into water fills the room. Seventeen whispers: "Sir, may i pee now?" "Hold urine girl," Oleg retorts. "I want to feed and water you first." Seventeen , assuming the answer would be yes, looks shocked again. "And I need to clean you up as well, after you eat and drink," he continues. Seventeen whispers: "Oh, yes, thank you, Sir." Oleg takes a plastic water bottle from his ruck sack, opens it, and places it to her lips: "Drink Seventeen." Seventeen drinks greedily from the bottle and quickly begins to drain it. Oleg takes out a cereal fruit bar, unwraps it, and offers it to 17: "Eat Girl." Seventeen leans forward and finds the bar. she bits off a portion. "Eat all so I can get you cleaned up," Oleg remarks. Seventeen swallows as quickly as possible and leans forward again. She wants to finish quickly so she can pee. "Do you like being fed on the toilet, dirty, and holding urine?" Oleg asks. "No, Sir, I find it so humiliating! and to be naked all the time," her voice trials off as she leans forward for the remains of the bar, carefully avoiding biting his fingers. "Ready to be wiped?" Oleg asks. He removes Aloe Vera Baby Wipes from his ruck sack. She consents. Oleg wipes her from her clitoris to anus, discarding the Baby Wipes into the toilet bowl and flushing it away. Oleg removes the green latex gloves. Seventeen smiles, enjoying the brief pleasant sensation of the cleansing wipe. "May I pee now, Sir?" She asks. "You may pee as soon as you masturbate and cum." He demands. Seventeen whispers: "Sir!!?" Oleg readjusts the chain between her legs, attaching it to a post, to let her pull against her clitoris and vulva. "Masturbate and cum first, then pee." He orders. "Work the chain between your legs." Seventeen tugs gently on the chain, testing it's contact with her pussy and clit. She tugs again, making small adjustments to it's position. "I love to see a beautiful woman as yourself masturbate and cum in public," Oleg utters lecherously. Seventeen clenches and unclenches her thighs, still tugging on the chain. Seventeen winces at hearing him describe her humiliation. Seventeen quickens her pace as if having found the right spot, she is ready to begin. Seventeen smiles and breathes a bit faster. Her pussy and nipples are clearly aroused now. Seventeen pauses her chain and thigh motions until she realizes she's permitted to cum. Suddenly her body spasms. She moans softly and seems to extend her entire body. Seventeen whispers: "Thank you, thank you, Sir, may i pee now?" "Sit potty and urinate!" Oleg orders. Seventeen releases a gentle stream and sighs, still in the after glow. She then begs: "Sir, may i have a last wipe?" Oleg asks: "Are you wet with urine and vaginal secretions?" Seventeen replies: "Yes, Sir." "Let's not be in too much of a hurry to clean you up. Sometimes it helps to let a girl be dirty for a while." Oleg comments. Seventeen blinks, as if surprised at being denied a wipe. "But Sir, everyone will know I've... Oh. Yes, Sir, you want them to know." Her voice trails off. Oleg remarks as he departs: "Enjoy your wet hypogastric triangle and the scent of arousal and orgasm." Seventeen looks down at her body between her legs and blushes. ----- Day Three---To be continued.