With a weary sigh she picked up the two bags she had filled and walked to reception, to the sound of sirens in the distance. "What now, she thought...this is for the press". She went thought the door of the reception area and pulled out her car keys, as two police cars and a large van with 'Prisoner Transport' written on it pulled up and disgorged police officers. She gave them another glance and carried on to where her car was parked. "That's her". She spun round to see a number of the officers running towards her, one of which appeared to be carrying a weapon of some kind. Before she could raise a hand or utter a sound a small steel dart with a long thin wire attached embedded itself in her right breast. Instantly her body tingled and she sank slowly to the ground...all control of her muscles lost. She fell in a half-sitting position against the chest of one officer. She couldn't move her eyes, but just in her field of vision she could see two officers approaching her with a variety of glistening steel restraints. She could see her belongings scattered over the tarmac, a shoe, and her legs splayed wide apart. Inside she screamed, and her heart raced.
As two officers removed her remaining shoe, tights and underwear the one supporting her was locking a mask-come-posture collar round her face and neck. At each side was a small cylinder. It locked on with a click. The officer then began adjusting a valve behind her neck, a sweet smell invaded her nostrils, and she was filled with sleepy warmth, and her heart slowed. He spoke: "Just a mild sedative, since we changed our techniques we initially had the odd person dying of shock, so now all suspects are gassed". In the mean time the other two had rendered her naked from the waist down, she could see her ex-colleagues gathered like vultures to witness her humiliation. A wide steel belt was locked around her waist, and hummed as a mechanism within it tightened to fit her exactly. Sedated as she was, she still caught her breath at the next part of the device, another wide steel band with two probes attached. Gently but clinically, with a base slurping noise, the two lubricated probes were inserted into her, followed by a click as one end of the band was secured to her belt. She was then rolled over onto her front, and the same click followed by another brief humming noise as the crotch piece of her restraint was drawn tight. Finally rigid irons were locked round her ankles, wrists and upper arms, and the wrists fastened to the back of the belt. She was turned back over again and sat up. One officer was kneeling beside her with a paper. She could not concentrate because of the effects of the gas, rights, damning statement by colleague, summary, trial, no appeal...15 years... It was only when the gas began to wear off and she heard the name Angela, her ex-boss, she realized what had happened...the bitch had framed her for what she had done. Carol began to struggle as her senses returned to her...but a hand on her shoulder caused her to stop and turn her head towards the voice she now heard as far as the posture collar allowed. "I wouldn't struggle Miss… the stun belt is rather sensitive to movement…from now on you don't bat an eyelid without permission...you understand". Carol nodded weakly. "OK, let's get this one in the wagon".
Carol was lifted up and carried into the rear of the vehicle. She could see seven other women, bound as she was, their eyes covered, with pipes attached to the wall, completely still. She was placed on the one remaining padded bench, and secured with a number of heavy, wide leather straps, soft and supple, but smelling of disinfectant and sweat through heavy use. A woman in a high buttoned white tunic with 'Prison Paramedic' emblazoned on it leant over her, and began cutting off her remaining clothing, speaking as she did in short, clipped off, disinterested clinches:
"Been in trouble before" Carol shook her head stiffly as the buttons of her blouse were pulled off "They didn't like you much" Her blouse was cut from her armpits across her chest, yanked away and put in a nearby bin. "15 years in the Supermax" Her bra was removed. Carol shut her eyes. "Never mind dear, we'll take care of you" The woman touched carol's left breast, while she applied a small dressing to the dart wound.
Carol had now recovered completely from the effects of the gas, and tried to speak through the mask as a tube therein made its way down her throat and past her vocal chords, she gagged as something inflated on the end sealing her windpipe. All she could do now was make a wheezing, whistling noise, and tried to make contact with her eyes. The cramp was getting worse and she grunted and strained against her bonds as the woman made her way round to Carol's head after fixing some wires to the probes in her stun belt. Carol looked at her pleadingly and then with anger as a square metal plate with attachments on it seemed to bite into the left side of her neck. "This is your infuser". The woman said. "It contains a proximity sensor and a means of giving you medication for your restraint, pleasure and discipline, as you are about to find out". The paramedic attached a junction piece with two tubes leading to a machine on the wall to the front of the mask, at the same time Carol felt a cool liquid enter her veins followed by small, brief spasms, and them complete paralysis. A fraction of a moment of shock, and the machine began breathing for her. "This not only removes the possibility of escape, but also obviates cramp" She spoke the word like an old speech. "The stun belt you have been fitted with is not only for inmate control and restraint, it is multi-functional...as not doubt you are now aware". She clicked a switch on the wall and the probes began vibrating. "Giving you a long-acting muscle relaxant does have one drawback though,” she said, putting drops in Carol's eyes and fitting a blindfold attachment to her mask…" As well as knocking out your motor nervous system it also paralyses the muscles in your genitals so it makes the release of orgasm almost impossible even with the vibrators in you at full whack...still it is a 16 hour drive to the facility so you could at least try". The engine started and the van rocked gently from side to side, it had begun.
The transport vehicle arrived at the facility, manoeuvred a little, and came to a halt by the 'booking in' area. Carol was aware of another drug being injected into her...her body spasmed, and she began to gag on the tube down her throat...even as it retracted into the mask...she tingled, but could flex her fingers...she heard grunts and sighs from the other women as they too were injected, and then felt somebody remove the tube to her 'infuser'. She lay there in her bonds as hands released the straps holding her down...and then winced as the blindfold piece was removed from her mask and the sunlight, streaking in from the open doors hit her eyes.
"You will all remain perfectly still..."
Having no desire to be paralysed again Carol followed the suggestion, looking up at the roof of the van rather than at the prison guards, one for an inmate, who even now were removing the rigid irons from around their ankles. Carol felt hers being removed...and wiggled her toes for a fraction of a second before both ankles were held...and separated forcibly, until they were some 15" apart. A different set of irons were placed on her, steel...or metal of some description, but joined with a hinged metal bar to enable the inmate to shuffle along.
"The guards will now escort you into the booking area, where you will be processed"
One at a time, the other women arrested before Carol were picked up and lined up in Indian file by the van. Finally it was her turn, and for the first time in 16 hours she was standing on her feet, and like the others, swaying on her feet as the last lingering effects of the relaxant wore off. With a guard holding one upper arm the bound, naked women were taken through a pair of automatic doors and into a clinical-looking reception area. There were then lined up against the wall and clamps sprang out, affixing them by their ankles and necks. Carol looked around, two prison paramedics were looking at a chart, and working down the line of prisoners, attaching a small box with a hypodermic syringe to each infuser, while guards were laying out clothing that bore appeared to bear a relation to rubber, or Kevlar, while a brunette on the end was being released from her clamps. On the other side of the area were compartments with steel doors, there were twelve, they had lights on, eight were red, and four were green. The voices were repeating the same warning to every prisoner; it was Carol's turn as the box was fitted to her infuser. "This contains a general anaesthetic which will be administered immediately if there is any resistance while we are fitting you with your uniform...and you will spend time in solitary confinement...understand". Carol nodded. Down the line it became too much for the pretty brunette, who made a run...as much as she could, for the open doors. She grunted into her mask as the shock from the stun belt overloaded her motor nervous system, she sank to the floor in a kneeling position, and then toppled over onto the well-padded floor...this was not a unique occurrence. Carol looked into the woman's eyes as the syringe pumped its yellowish contents into her bloodstream and her eyes closed in sleep.
"Well...firsthand examples of 1...the futility of resistance...2...what will happen to you if you go to solitary". The guard talked the prisoners through the procedure... "The inmate will be placed into a restraint suit" The brunette was stripped of her restraints, bar the mask/posture collar and stun belt, and her arms and legs squeezed into the separate sleeves of a heavy black suit, tubes being attached to the plugs in the belt, and then zipped up to the neck. She was then offered up to compartment no.9, the door slid open, and she was placed inside. A pipe was attached to the suit and it inflated, until the woman took on the appearance of a black sausage with a head. The door slid shut, and the light on the door changed to red...that was what they were for.
"48 hours confinement, set for medium level shock, 15 second interval…" The guard looked at the line of prisoners,
"Won't she be surprised when she wakes up...eh girls".
"Now who's going to be first for some new clothes...how about you cutie pie"
She pulled Carol out of line and took her to where the clothes had been laid out.
"Now...we're not going to have any trouble are we" The guard patted Carol's bottom. Carol shook her head; she didn't want to become red light no. 10
"Good, remove her restraints". The steel fell away from Carol's body and she rubbed her arms...she put her hands on the back of the mask but they were quickly removed.
"No dear...that stays on...for good...you no longer speak".
Her hands were put into long, opera-like padded gloves with no fingers, and then folded behind her back. A rigid corset, from her pelvis to her nipples drew in her waist, and her legs were placed into long ballet-heeled boots that came up some way over her knees. The last item was a sack, into which her folded arms were placed, and two wide bands of the rubber/Kevlar-like material draped over her shoulders and onto the front of the corset. One guard approached with what looked like a soldering iron. Carol drew away.
"Don't worry my pet...it's an ultrasonic welder".
The welder hummed as it fused the bands from her arm sack to her corset, ran up her boots, and cinched her corset shut. Carol realised this so-called uniform was not coming off. She was moved opposite the other prisoners, as one by one they went through the same process.
A woman in an imposing uniform came in as the last inmate was welded into her uniform, and spoke.
"I am the warden, and I hold the power of life..........you have already seen with one of your party what happens when simple rules are contravened...I have arranged another demonstration of what happen to escapees, and those sentenced for a capital offence".
The women tottered into an open area, where a large deep pit, surrounded by flowers and railings some three feet high, with the exception of one part, which was paved and open, confronted them.
"Take a look girls"
Carol and the others were ushered to the edge. She looked in. She drew a breath. A large web covered the bottom of the pit, and at the bottom were six cocoons. The cocoons covered their whole bodies except their heads, and four of the six pairs of eyes focused on the inmates gathered around the edge. The other two cocoons were still, and were more distended than the other four, who rocked gently in time to something on their abdomen under the silk. Carol could see that they were inmates from the attitude of their arms and from how a ballet heeled foot poked out from its silken embrace.
The warden moved behind Carol and cupped her breasts..."I have arranged this for you...enjoy".
Carol heard scuffling and muted grunts as an inmate, carried by four guards appeared from an entrance. As the woman came nearer she recognised her as Angela, her ex-boss.
"Two of the people poisoned by that filth you imported have died... there wasn't enough to convict you but your friend...well...."
The warden squeezed Carol's nipples painfully as Angela was brought to the edge of the pit.
"Watch, …and learn".
Angela looked at Carol once as she was thrown into the pit. She bounced once, and then thrashed her legs about, only serving to entangle them further. She bucked and struggled, and then went still as her eyes, and those of the onlookers, focussed on a tunnel of silk at one end, where one hairy leg rhythmically tugged at the web and then let go. The spider, a female, some ten feet across, emerged from her den. She stopped, and pinged the web again. Angela froze, but it was too late for that. Her initial struggles had given away her location, ...the spider was just assessing her mass. She continued to stay motionless until the spider was some six feet away, and it was clear that it knew where she was. Angela then burst into frenzy in a futile attempt to escape her soft, sticky bonds. The spider drew back momentarily, then began touching her with it's legs ...assessing her reaction.
"Nice"...The warden's right hand had moved down to Carol's crotch.
Happy that it's prey was not going anywhere, the spider moved round to Angela's head...she was still now, with fear and Carol could see her eyes look up into the eight black eyes of the spider, atop its featureless, emotionless face. The quiet was broken by the spider pouncing and sinking its fangs into Angela's shoulder, and Angela's muffled scream tapering off into a sigh as the spider's venom numbed her vocal chords. The spider retreated, having administered the correct dose. Carol saw Angela kick out with her legs, the spasms becoming weaker and weaker, ...until she lay limp.
A Guard interrupted the scene with a dialogue given in a monotone:
"No doubt you are aware that few spiders kill their prey...they administer a neurotoxin to render it immobile, ...keeping it fresh...and then when the time comes injects enzymes to render the unfortunate victim into ...a bag of cold soup...however, as this is the breeding season...she must think of her young".
Carol once more tuned her attention to Angela. The spider was prodding her, to see if the venom had taken affect. This went on for nearly a minute...and Carol saw Angela's eyes dart from hers to the spider. The spider paused, and then it's pulps worked down Angela's body, over her breasts and explored between her legs. It cut the web away from her right leg, so it hung down, displaying her, and then, a long tube, an ovipositor, laid one egg on her stomach. Carol shut her eyes, and then stared again at the scene. The spider then cut the web away from all but Angela's feet and shoulders, and standing astride her, proceeded to turn her over and over with one pair of legs, and guide the silk from its spinnerets over her body, pausing every few seconds to test the tightness, and cover missed sections. Within two minutes Angela was wrapped in a tight cocoon from her neck to her toes. The spider's pulps moved over her face...and then the spider retreated back into its den. The paralysed, wrapped Angela bobbed up and down in the web, looking at her audience.
"When the egg hatches, tendrils will enter the lower body orifices...both are for feeding purposes. Evolution is a funny thing...you see the other four unfortunates rocking...they are being stimulated...if the host is in a high state of excitement...she has a much higher metabolic rate...which aids digestion."
The warden came round to the front of Carol, looked her in the eyes, and then looked at Angela in the pit. She spoke:
"Those women down there are fully aware of what is happening...they are in a permanent state of sexual release...they want it...it is forced upon them...yet at the same time they know...that over a period of a few weeks...they are being digested...liquefied...an interesting paradox...no"
Carol looked down into the pit.
"This is the only time you will see this...It has been a long day for you…let's get you into your cell".
Carol joined the end of the line as they were taken back inside.
In the pit Angela looked up into the darkening sky. She closed her eyes as the drizzle hit her face. Something in the egg case on her stomach began to move.
The Warden pinched her arse and went on:
"We carry out a tracheotomy s we don't want them to choke on client's cum, originally we sewed up their throats around the vocal chords, but now we do that below them, as customers like to hear the grunts and gurgling".
Carol did not like this at all.
"I visited one ex-inmate once...not a pretty site, she was spread-eagled on the bed...being fed via her 'infuser'...her mouth was completely full of cum....and it was running down her cheek onto the grubby rubber sheets...her body stank of stale, dried sperm...I can remember the hate in hr eyes...it was delicious...I spat in her face and left".
The Warden began laughing...and then stopped just before they re-entered the building. She looked at Carol.
"You might be expecting some clinched rubbish about how I can make life easy for you if you co-operate...that will not be my way with you".
She twisted Carol's nipples....
"I hate you for selling that filth...you are an arrogant bitch and from now on your existence her will be one long round of sex and pain...it turns me on...you will be begging to be thrown into that pit"...
Carol shook her head as best she could.
"I wanted to tell you this before you were secured for the night...so you could think about it overnight".
They went into one of the wings of the prison. There was no noise...and an amber glow coming from the occupied cells at the end of the corridor, at which the new intake, Carol included, were gathered. "Have a look inside the cell". It was a Spartan white tiled alcove, only some 9ft square, with no bars and no bed, only a round steel area in the floor some 3 feet in diameter, looking like a 2-piecemanhole cover and a 10" rubber penis sticking out from one wall.
"Ah...you have seen the feeding arrangements...you have to suck on these very hard to get any nourishment...believe me".
One of the guards pushed a protesting inmate into position, and forced her head on the penis, which locked in place with a metallic click....
The guard moved to a small control panel on the wall outside the cell.
"The amount of feed can be adjusted here"...she continued... "But we have to get you all to beddy-byes".
Motioning to a guard the girl was released from the penis and roughly returned to the group.
"No doubt you are wondering why there is no bed...well...let us go down the corridor and view the sleeping inmates".
Carol shuffled down the corridor with the others to where the amber glow was coming from. Her eyes opened wide in horror. In each cell a completely immobile inmate identically dressed...stood in what appeared to be a glass tube...tubes from the mask came out of the top...and she could see one or two of the inmates were still awake...looking at the new prisoners through the lenses of their helmets with sleepy eyes. They were obscured partly by condensation on the outside of the tubes...and partly by the amber colouration of the liquid.
The warden spoke:
"You now see why there are no beds...a glass tube rises around you from the floor after the helmet portion has been fitted to your masks...the tube then fills with a type of resin...it sets hard when its temperature is lowered only a few degrees...you remain encased until the morning...to help you to sleep sedating gas is introduced".
There were other little points but Carol didn't hear them. One by one the women were encased until only Carol remained. The helmet was tight over her head...she could not hear until a crackle awoke her to the fact that the helmet contained headphones.
"It is your first prison visit tomorrow"...The warden waved her hand as the tubes were attached to her helmet, and the guards stood back as the tube rose from the floor... surrounding her.
"I have arranged something very special for you"...The plugs inside her began vibrating furiously as the tube filled quickly with resin.
"I am going to hurt you so much"...Carol struggled against her bonds as the resin gurgled and rose above her head.
"I am going to enjoy that so much"…The resin set hard within a minute and Carol was still.
"Have a nice sleep...you sad little bitch". Tears filled Carol's eye as once more she smelt the sweet gas and drifted off to sleep...tomorrow she would see her boyfriend...........
The warden's voice came through the headphones:
"Sleep well my little piece of excrement?"...She laughed..."I said I had arranged something special for you, you will see your boyfriend today".
The resin...now a liquid, drained out of the metal plate in the bottom of the tube, and the tube retracted into the floor.
"I thought you might like to explain to him how you got here, and how he would like to see you in your new uniform".
The helmet portion and the tubes were removed...Carol's hair fell about her shoulders, she fumed and snorted through her gag-mask.
"Of course, as this is a maximum security prison certain precautions have to be taken".
One of the guards was wheeling in a chair covered by a black rubber sheet, and positioned it opposite her alcove, while the other two stood either side of her and took hold of the arm-bag that restrained her upper limbs.
The warden removed the cover to reveal a diabolical device...looking not unlike an electric chair on wheels, but metal, upholstered in rubber, with tubes, wires and cylinders on the rear.
"Do not resist, ...you want to see your boyfriend don't you?"
Tears ran down Carol's cheeks as she allowed herself to be walked to the chair, and turned. She sat down of her own accord.
"Open your legs!"
Carol opened her legs, and while one guard leant over her, attaching wires to the plugs on her stun belt, the other two focused on her legs, placing them in shaped groves at ankles, below the knees and mid thighs, before swinging round the other halves of the thick metal clamps, which locked with a whirring noise. Her posture collar was forced into another locking mechanism into a neck brace...same whirring noise, drawing her neck back and holding her head still.
A wide heavy metal band was then swung round and locked, trapping her upper body, with her breasts resting on the cold upper surface. Finally a clear spherical Plexiglas helmet made an airtight seal over the neck-brace, and tubes were plugged into her 'infuser'.
The warden's voice cracked through the headphones:
"No physical contact".
The headphones crackled off, and Carol found herself being wheeled through many corridors and into a 'holding' area. Other women were there, their eyes closed.
"As getting inmates ready for their visits is time and labour intensive, we get the girls ready before the other inmates begin their day, and store them here until their visiting time".
At this point the gag deflated in Carol's mouth, and began to swing out on a motorised hinge.
"You will be put to sleep until visiting time".
Now she could speak, Carol wasted no time:
"You spiteful, bitch, I have rights, fu...".
Carol heard a crackle as her microphone and headphones were switched off. The warden played with her nipples as she was tormented with a torrent of silent expletives. Carol felt a cold liquid enter her neck...."No….". She screamed. The room began to swim, then blackness.
She awoke as the chair jolted into position as clamps in the floor sprang up and locked onto the bottom rails of the chair. She was in a sterile room, white tiled, opposite a metal door. The door swung open, and there was her boyfriend...Peter.
"NO….". Peter was restrained in a chair identical to hers, but with his wrists clamped to the sides of the chair. His chair locked into position and the headphones crackled on:
"Carol...Christ...what have they done to you".
"Nothing too bad yet...this is a madhouse".
"I'll kill them for this, I swear...I'll get you out". Peter was hysterical with anger
Carol spoke softly, almost in a monotone:
"Don't be such a bloody pratt Peter...and listen. There is no way I can get out of here...you know that...just...just keep me going".
Peter calmed down a little
"What can I do?"
"Write Peter...write to anybody who can listen, and be there for me...accept anything they do to me...but be there".
"Yes, that goes without saying".
They looked at each other, seemingly for hours, without speaking...then the warden came in with an inmate, without a gag-mask.
The Warden stood between them, hands on hips, and spoke:
"I had thought that we would have had full blown hysterics by now, ho hum, maybe this will do it".
The gag wrung back into Carols mouth and a tube slid down her throat, no, not now she thought as she was injected with a muscle relaxant, a little twitching and she was still, her chest rising and falling to the mechanical program of the gag-mask that was now breathing for her, hiding the anger and frustration behind her eyes. The headphones crackled off, and she watched in silence as Peter's helmet filled with the sedating gas, and the inmate knelt before him as the warden undid his trousers, exposed his manhood, and forced the inmate's mouth over it. Peter's head swung from side to side, he, like Carol, was crying. The warden looked at Carol as she pushed an electrical device into the base of Peter's cock, and he closed his eyes as he exploded into her mouth. The inmate got up as Peter was taken back through the door, which closed after him, and looked at Carol, smiling, with her face no more than a foot from Carol's.
She spat Peter's sperm over the front of the helmet as the headphones came on again.
"For using offensive language and being obstructive the inmate will spend 48 hours in a restraint suit". Carol was wheeled into the foyer and opposite the chests in the wall with a light in each chest...No 21 was green...soon it would be red...occupied by her.
It was comparatively easy to get Carol into the suit on the cushioned floor. Soon she was in a tight cocoon from her head to her toes, and lifted into the compartment, the suit inflated, and the door closed...trapping her in blackness. It was silent, and warm, it isn't too bad, it isn't too bad, she kept telling herself, it was like a womb...then the electric shocks started hitting her.
She was obtaining release, but not on her terms, her body convulsed with pleasure, but it was not of her own volition, her mind was being simplified, but that was becoming an irrelevance. In the rare moments of rationality that flashed through her brain, she wondered how long it would be before her individuality was completely suppressed.
Her intermittent logic was disturbed by the door of her cubicle sliding open, and a seemingly blinding light striking her in the eyes, causing her to squint at the silhouette that filled her limited vision. A disembodied voice coincided with the cessation of the shocks.
"Good Morning my pretty", she said "the warden wants to see you in her office". Carol could see now, she could see two wardens smirking at her as they removed the straps from around her suit. They lifted her without effort, and Carol's exhaustion prevented her from aiding her removal from her rubber cocoon, much less resistance. The wardens massaged her legs, almost lovingly, before standing her up on the toes of her ballet boots. Tottering like a newborn fawn Carol turned her head at the world outside she saw though the heavy blast-proof glass doors that closed her into this living hell. A leash was attached to the front of her collar and she was ushered into a lift. It jolted and seemed to descend forever, one warden holding her lease, the other teasing and licking her exposed nipples, that grew hard from the attention being lavished upon them, Carol looked forward, disgusted by her reaction, but grateful for the nearest thing to affection that she had received since being arrested.
The lift stopped, the doors opened silently, and she was immediately in a teak-panelled room, opulent but not ostentatious. She was tugged to a central position on the floor, over a metal plate, where here legs were spread and placed in metal cuffs. Carol considered with apprehension the possibility she was to be whipped. A voice she knew from the bedroom whose door opened into the office broke the silence.
"Leave us".
The guards clicked their heels, turned about, and with a hiss from the lift doors, departed.
"You are of special interest to me, there may be, at some future date, some possibility of transfer to a less secure facility, or perhaps some special privileges".
The warden swung into view...she was not naked...as Carol had expected...but wrapped in a bath towel...she sat on the bed, drying her hair...looking at Carol with a sort of detached curiosity. She wrapped the part of the towel she has been using round her, turned on the edge of the bed to face Carol and picked up a remote control box.
Carol closed her eyes...waiting for the shock, which would numb her nervous system.
It didn't come...instead she heard..."Of course, there are conditions".
Instead of a paralysing pulse of energy there was a click from the front and rear of her stun belt, and it fell off her, the probes slurping as the crotch section of the belt clanged on the floor between her legs.
The warden moved behind her..."I am going to remove your gag-mask...you will not do anything to resist are you". Carol shock her head as far as the posture collar would allow. The gag mask fell from her face with the same metallic click...she exercised her jaw.
Moving round to Carol's front she cupped her breasts. Carol smiled. As the warden leant forward to kiss Carol, her mouth opened, Carol seized the opportunity that presented itself and spat down her throat.
"I don't do women"....
The warden raised her hand to strike Carol in obvious fury, and then strode over to the bedside cabinet, Carol was laughing. She pressed a button, and picked up a weapon identical to the arresting officers. Carol was still laughing when the dart hit her sternum and her laughter petered into a mew as she collapsed into a spasming heap on the floor.
The warden stood over her...."You need cooling off my girl".