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Institute of Corrections for Beautiful Girls

Part 2

Chapter 4 Caged

 

            Confined to her cell, Melissas emotions flooded to the surface. She paced the length of the cell to the wall, then back towards the locked door. She grabbed the inner bars and futilely shook them as if that was going to bring her closer to freedom.

“I dont believe this” thought Melissa “How can they just take my life away from me like this? Am I supposed to be a naked and chained animal for the next two years? And for what? I havent done anything wrong!”

            Melissas internal monologue continued for a while in a similar tone of self-pity until finally she was able to take a deeper breath: “Ok” she thought “I need to think clearly for a second. So much has happened in a short amount of time and I just dont have any information. I need to find out how to contact mom and dad. I didnt see them in the courtroom. I wonder why? Maybe they just couldnt bear to look. Thats probably for the better, but I want to see them as soon as possible. Thats another thing to find out when can I have visitors? I sure hope theyll give me something to do here. This cell is completely empty! Ill go crazy of boredom in a few days if Im kept here. They didnt let me put my clothes back on and gave me nothing else to wear so I guess the rumor about this place was true!”

            Melissa sat down on the cells bed and looked down to her hands. The handcuffs fit rather snuggly around her wrists and looked so surreal against the backdrop of her naked body. She raised her bound hands and moved her arms in opposite directions as much as the slack in the cuffs would allow. There was no reason for her to be chained inside the cell since there was clearly no way of escaping so the purpose of the handcuffs must have been psychological. They were a constant reminder to the fact that in the eyes of society she couldnt be trusted with having her movements unrestrained. As if she was going to attack anyone! A lithe and delicate girl like her who has never even been in a fight.

            There was no clock in the cell so Melissa had no sense of the passage of time. The cell, being underground, obviously did not have any windows and the only light, built into the ceiling, gave off an unchanging glow. Melissa looked around, but she could not find any switch to operate the light. It seemed that such liberty was not afforded to ICBG prisoners. The sparse amenities inside the cell comprised of a metal bed or cot in one corner, a small toilet in another, and a tiny table with two stools around it. Melissa began to understand that her life was now utterly outside of her control. She would be told when to eat, sleep, work, and who knows what else. Her cheek was still stinging from the slap administered by the guard. It was unfathomable. Throughout her short adult life, men were always exceedingly polite to her, intimidated by her beauty, flattering and agreeable almost to a fault while trying to gain her favors; and now this. Obviously the rules of society, as she knew them, did not apply in this place. She was at the mercy of her jailers and who knows to what lengths they would go to ensure that she is “reformed”. Was there even a limit to their authority over prisoners? Prisoner! Inmate! Thats what she was called several times in the past few hours and every time it happened she wanted to object she is not a prisoner or an inmate. Other people, bad people may be, but not her. The words were still buzzing in Melissas ears and nearly brought her to tears all over again. In her entire 23 year-long life, she had not experienced half the humiliation that shed gone through within a single day. Melissa found it particularly unsettling to be restrained in chains in front of other people. There was something deeply humbling about it the overwhelming awareness that those around her were free to move as they pleased while that privilege was no longer hers. It made her feel so low. “Is that the point?” she thought “Everything about this place seems to be setup to make me feel as insignificant as possible. As far as I know, even high security prisons dont keep people naked or handcuffed in their cells.” Melissa once again became acutely aware of her nakedness and she curled into a ball on top of her cot as if trying to cover up from prying eyes. “I have to try to get through this somehow. I am sure they are not going to keep me here for two years, it will be a couple… maybe a few months at most.” she thought hopefully. “I wish someone would talk to me and explained what I need to do to get by. How can I get any information when I am either gagged with that horrible muzzle too cruel to put on a dog and I cant speak without permission when my mouth is free?”

            Almost as if in response to Melissas last thought, she heard footsteps outside her cell and then the sound of a key working the lock. The now familiar officer Burridge opened the solid metal door.


“Are you settled in by now young lady? I have someone here with me who will speak to you about the rules you must obey.”


Officer slid open the barred door and entered the cell. Following him was a woman, who looked around thirty five years old and had a look and demeanor of a bored office worker.

“This is assessor Shelby.” introduced the guard “Mrs Shelby, this is Melissa…”


“Prisoner P5237” corrected the woman, obviously not a big fan of the guards informal and conversational tone. “I am going to be your assessor. Each prisoner is assigned one and it will be my job to evaluate your behavior as you serve your sentence.”


“Sit here at the table” said the guard to Melissa. The girl, having already got up from the cot as the pair entered, moved towards the table and sat down on the stool pointed to by the guard. There was a small metal ring mounted on top of the table. The guard produced a padlock from his elaborate belt, which featured a number of steel and leather implements such as pairs of handcuffs, a collar, a baton, a couple of short chains, and several more padlocks; apparently a well stocked arsenal of a jailers tool belt. The guard reached down toward Melissas hands and grabbed the chain between her handcuffs and pulled it onto the table. He affixed the padlock such that it went around Melissas handcuff chain and the table ring, effectively securing the prisoner in her place. Mrs. Shelby sat opposite Melissa and put a folder of papers on the table. She taxed the pretty prisoner with a rather scornful and aloof eye, stopping longer on the round and full breasts, shaking her head as if in disapproval:


"No wonder you ended up here... nature's been way too kind for you to become a decent person. I can already see that you'll be a difficult case to work with and we'll have to break some sweat to cut you down to size" - Mrs. Shelby obviously had her mind made up about Melissa. "Let's start going over rules. I've been told by the officer that you already know about the speech restrictions for inmates. Let me just add that you're allowed to ask questions while I am here, but don't interrupt me too often, make it count. Now, about your accommodation: you're a level C prisoner, which means that you'll generally be spending 16 hours a day in your cell and the remaining 8 you'll spend doing your assigned duties. These could be work assignments, obedience training sessions, behavioral schooling or punishments. Many activities that you'll be a part of will seem like punishments, but they are in fact essential to your progress here. Back to your accommodations - you will remain naked throughout the duration of your sentence, which will run for two years. You will be handcuffed most of the time, whether inside or outside of your cell and, in addition, you'll generally be shackled outside. You might occasionally get a reprieve from restraints, but you could also be restrained a lot more strictly, especially if you get written up for disobedience or other misdemeanor. The key, as you probably started to figure out, is to follow the rules and orders. Do you have any questions so far?"


"How often can I have visitors?"


"Not for the first two months. After that you'll be permitted a monthly visit from at most two persons. These visits will be the only times when you'll be allowed to put on clothes and they'll be taken away immediately after."


"Will I be able to have anything in my cell? There's nothing here. How about books?"


"Good question. Maybe you're not a total waste of space despite those shamelessly large breasts. Here at ICBG, we fully support intellectual progress of our prisoners. Each inmate is assigned two books to read every week, chosen by the prison, and those who have filled the quota can pick one additional book from an approved list. Failure to read at least two books will result in some severe punishments so you'd be wise to keep that in mind. You will be tested for knowledge of your assigned literature and in fact the circumstances of the test will be somewhat unpleasant for you. But you'll cross that bridge when you get there. Let's just say that the quicker you can answer the questions - the easier you'll make it for yourself."


"Can I have some pen and paper as well?"


"No, you cannot. You are not allowed to hold in your hand anything that resembles a sharp object unless you're closely guarded and properly restrained. You might occasionally be allowed to use a computer in our small lab, but don't count on it unless you earn some serious points for good behavior."

"Now, let's see, what else..." - pondered the woman - "Ahh, yes, you'll be fed regular meals - these will be dropped through the slot on the bottom of the door. Make sure that you eat everything that is provided and do not keep any items. Your cell can be searched at any time and if anything is found that doesn't belong... well, it will not be pleasant for you. Other than that, the main thing is to always do what the prison staff is telling you to do. If you can manage that, you'll do ok. With time, you will begin to understand the reasons for and long term benefit of such strict rules. I will be reviewing your progress monthly. I will have full insight into the record of your transgressions and if I deem them severe enough, you may be assessed appropriate punishments. You might even get reclassified to an even stricter imprisonment regime so try your best to stay out of trouble. That's all for now. Officer!"


Officer Burridge let Mrs. Shelby out of the cell and she disappeared without wasting time for parting pleasantries while he came back to the table. The old guard unlocked the padlock attaching Melissa's hands to the table.


"There, young lady. You should get some sleep now. It's 8pm now and your day may start as early as 5am tomorrow."

"Thank you" - said Melissa.

The guard frowned - "Remember that Mrs. Shelby told you that you can speak only as long as she's here. Now stand here, raise your head and keep it straight." 


Melissa sighed in frustration and anger, wanted to protest, but managed to contain her emotions. She dropped her handcuffed hands in front of her, and held her face up. She already figured what was coming as the guard raised his hand. What followed was a fairly hard slap on her cheek - opposite from the one punished before.


"All done" - said the guard gently - "always make sure that you follow orders very closely so I won't have to do things like this. I don't really enjoy punishing pretty girls, but there are some people around here who do. Alright now, have a good night!"


              Melissa, wiser this time, only nodded her head in response to the guard's words. The doors of the cell soon slammed shut and once again she was alone. She decided to take the guard's advice and try to get some sleep. There was a thin blanket on top of the cot in which she promptly wrapped herself. For a little while, Melissa shifted around nervously and had thoughts racing through her mind once again, but soon the toll of the day's events proved enough to let her plunge into a deep sleep. 

 

End of Chapter 4


Chapter 5 The burden of gravity


       It was a beautiful morning. The sun was just coming over the horizon and casting its marvelous golden ambiance onto the ground below. In the midst of the illuminated surface lay a gray brick compound surrounded by a tall, barbed wire fence. There were few windows in the whole structure whose purpose was certainly far removed from providing any aesthetic beauty. One would need to morph into a small bird to be able to find any openings in the imposing building. Suppose that such shape shifting were possible a person could find their way through a tiny ventilation opening between the bricks near the ceiling, venture down empty and sterile hallways, sneak through the elevator leading underground, and emerge on a corridor rhythmically called “Cell block C”.

       If this bird had any human male-like instincts, he would be well advised to stop in front of a door engraved with a locally relevant symbol of C-37. Inside, a beautiful young girl was serenely enjoying the final moments of a well deserved sleep. Sometime during the night, she has thrown off a thin cotton blanket serving to provide her as the only means of covering her naked body. She wasnt aware of it the only thing that mattered was a delightful relaxation afforded by being disconnected from the troubles of reality even if just temporarily. Her hands, though unaccustomed to being confined within tight iron bracelets, were resting leisurely near her face. Melissa was sleeping peacefully despite the circumstances and her face was showing an angelic expression indicative of a clear conscience. At least in her mind, not unlike any common criminal, this prisoner believed to be innocent of any crimes and a victim of scheming or wrong doing by others.

       Presently, a sense of remembrance was starting to peek through the hazy veil of her dreams. One by one, the oft traumatic events of the previous day began to flow into Melissas mind. It only took a short while before she had full command of her normal, waking-hour perceptive abilities. Soon, she determined that her sleep disturbance was caused by a muffled cacophony of noises coming from outside her cell. There were sounds of shuffling steps, rustling of chains hitting against each other and dragging against the floor, shouted commands and banging at the doors. A short while later one pair of footsteps grew louder than the others and there was a loud knock on the door of Melissas cell. A little slot opened at eye-level and a male guard peeked through it making a quick scan.


“Get up, and order your bed! invoked the guard. “Then stand on the yellow line with your back to the door. Keep you hands behind your head.”


        Melissa startled at the authoritative tone of the guards voice. She still wasnt used to being issued commands and it was grating on her to find that everybody around her suddenly seemed to have dominion over her person. Nonetheless, just a few seconds later, she got up gracefully from her little cot. She felt pretty good considering the circumstances and a natural instinct compelled to outstretch her handcuffed hands high above her head and arch her back almost parallel to the floor. A set of quiet yet satisfying cracking sounds in her back told her that her body appreciated the gesture. The guard, still peeking through the door slot, felt a sudden onrush of saliva in his mouth, accompanied with a tinge of electricity running along his back and a warm pleasant feeling in his loins all at the sight of this chained young beauty. Being a professional that he was though, he soon managed to contain his urges and retain a pose of quiet confidence and stoic demeanor… at least for now.

       Melissa did the best job she could to straighten up the thin blanket over the top of the cot and turned her eyes to the floor. There indeed was a short yellow line painted parallel to the door, about three steps away from the cells sealed gateway. The girl turned her back to the door and positioned her bare feet on the designated line. Then she hesitated a bit, raised her arms half way up, let them drop, and then finally raised them above and behind her head while knotting her fingers.

       Shortly there was a characteristic sound of the heavy cell doors sliding open, followed by a higher pitched noise triggered by the inner bars being unlocked. Melissa could hear the guard step inside and position himself behind her. Her emotions built up quickly in anticipation and presently she was almost shivering from the mixture of fear, anxiousness and embarrassment. The guard got down on one knee within arms reach of Melissas lovely legs. A raindrop-like sound of chains hitting the hard cement floor reverberated through the cell.

       “Spread your legs a foot apart.” said the guard. Melissa complied and soon she felt a cold touch of iron around her left ankle and a ratcheting sound to accompany it. The same process repeated on her right ankle and a shiny pair of leg irons was now snuggly affixed around her lower extremities. The guard padlocked a chain between her leg chains and ran it up to and around her waist. It took a further two padlocks to adjust the waist chain to the circumference of Melissas slim waist and connect the slack to her handcuffs. All the while, the guard moved close behind Melissas body and unabashedly placed his hardening, trouser-covered manhood between the girls butt cheeks. He promptly, though regrettably backed off after completing the chaining process.


“Before I lead you out, I will do a body search. You will be searched this way on most days though its up to the attending officer whether to carry it out.”


       The guard proceeded to first do a general pat down, which seemed ridiculous to Melissa since she wasnt wearing any clothes, but the guard went about his business very methodically running his hands down her sides, back, stomach, and legs. He took a little time with Melissas awesome breasts taking each one fully in his hand and trying to lift it up trying because the girls bosom, despite its ample size, seemed to defy gravity. No sagging could be reported even by the harshest critic. The same held true about Melissas finely crafted and toned behind, which presented a mouthwatering curvature. After the pat down, the guard took a pair of latex gloves out of his pocket.


“Open your mouth… wide.”

       

        Melissa hesitated a bit, but complied and parted her lips. The guard unceremoniously cupped her chin with one hand, pulling down on it to further bare the girls teeth and placed the thumb of his other hand against the upper lip. He looked intently down Melissas gaping mouth moving his fingers to expose the crevices between her gums and cheeks first on the left and then on the right side. The effect of this intrusive procedure left Melissa feeling that she was treated like a horse at a market getting assessed by a prospective buyer. Certainly not a usual circumstance for a beautiful and pampered girl who just yesterday morning woke up in the comfort of her luxurious apartment and had breakfast brought to her bed by a hired Mexican maid. The guard continued his meticulous work by lifting Melissas tongue and looking under it. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of the girls mouth and pushed up on her jaw. Melissa breather a sigh of relief, but the worst was yet to come.

       Without much of a warning, the guard lifted Melissas hands as far as the slack of the chain would allow, which was at breast level, knelt down and proceeded to part her delicate pussy lips. He brought his face close to Melissas vagina and started peering inside with the help of a small flashlight. Apparently, even that wasnt quite enough to convince him that this girl wasnt hiding contraband in her tight and almost virgin pussy for he shoved his gloved fingers inside the sweet canal and probed around. After a few seconds, the guard pulled his hand out and gave Melissas pussy a quick little rub as if to soothe it. He got up and walked behind the chained prisoner before hunching down once again.

       

       “Bend forward and stay that way.” came the guards order.


       It didnt take a genius to figure out what was coming and Melissa, being a smart girl that she was, could only muster another sigh this time of frustration. Nonetheless she bent down obediently and even felt a slight tinge of excitement peeking through or maybe being fueled by her humiliation. The guard expertly parted her butt cheeks and looked intently at the girls anal cavity. Next came the intrusive finger probe though thankfully the guard showed some restraint and only pushed his finger, slowly and gently, maybe an inch inside Melissas exposed ass. The guard finally stood up and took off his gloves placing them in a little plastic bag, which he then put away in his pocket.


       “You may stand straight now.”


Melissa promptly put herself back in a full upright position while the guard took her by the upper arm and led her out of the cell.

       Out in the cellblock, unlike the first time Melissa saw it, there was some ongoing activity. She could see several other guards mostly male, but a few female as well, walking in and out of cells and moving along the corridor. Between them there a few naked girls, each a fine sample of feminine beauty, most of them chained in a similar fashion to Melissa and some even more severely restrained. Melissa and her guard stood in front of the cell door for a few moments watching the passerby traffic until another member of the staff approached leading a couple of prisoners in tow. They were naked and female of course just like all the other unlucky inmates of ICBG.

The two girls were chained at their hands and ankles, and additionally joined to each other by a peculiar form of coffle. Steel, dark grey collars were locked around their swan-like necks and linked together by a bar running between them. There was a single chain link between each collar and the respective end of the bar allowing the rigid structure to pivot at the attachment point, but preventing the two girls from getting closer to each other than the length of the bar allowed. One of the girls collar had a second attachment point and another steel bar and collar combo hanging down along her body. Melissa immediately guessed its purpose. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the coming indignities.

       The guard who chained and searched Melissa picked up the surplus collar, used it to pull the two-girl coffle in the desired direction and brought the steel ring to Melissas neck. He applied the collar in a couple of trained motions and departed leaving the trio of chained beauties in the company of the other guard. 


“Form a line in this direction, facing the elevators. Now walk forward, brisk pace, but steady” the guard succinctly put forth his commands.

       

The girls moved in the designated direction, stepping somewhat awkwardly in their chains with Melissa being at the front and also the clumsiest of the three in her restraints. At some length they reached the elevator door and were ushered inside by the guard who then stepped into the box as well. The elevator made a quick trip down to level E, stopped, and the door slid open once again to reveal a room leading off to several other exits. To the right, there were evenly spaced doors, three in total, which naturally suggested the existence of small prisoner cells behind them. There was a circular desk in the middle of the room, the interior of which was occupied by a couple of the staff. None of them paid any head to the entering party. The guard now led the girls towards the cell block on the right. There was a length of chain with a pad lock hanging off a wall between cell doors, which the guard used to attach to the ring at Melissas neck collar.


“Wait here a minute.” said the guard quite unnecessarily and turned his stride towards the staffed desk.


       The guard and the other officers engaged in some hushed conversation, which couldnt reach the prisoners ears with enough auditory force to be intelligible. All three girls kept their heads dropped low and their eyes fixed to the ground until now, but after a minute of idleness, they began to peek discreetly to the sides trying to assess their companions in plight. From what little she could see underneath her eyebrows, the girl linked directly to Melissa was a slender, brown haired girl with a pretty face and a delicate bone structure. She was leaning against the wall as if exhausted. The girl at the other end of the coffle was a little taller and more robust. She had pitch black hair and just a hint of ethnic vibe suggesting Asian origins Indonesian or thereabouts. Unlike the other two girls, she did not appear to be too perturbed by being naked and chained up. She moved with grace and practiced fluidity within the confines of her restraints while Melissa often had her hand or foot caught in a sudden painful stop when the slack of her chains ran out. Normal instinctual movement like fixing ones hair now had to be consciously suppressed at least until new habits were formed.

       Melissa acknowledged the fact that her new companions were very attractive women yet she couldnt help but think with some typical vanity, that she was the prettiest even among these beauties. The girls looked like they were in their late teens or early 20s so roughly around her age. Melissa was still doing this mental assessment when the guard returned to the girls.


“Ok, ladies, you will wait in the holding cell before you are moved to your daily activities. You can talk while inside, but keep it quiet.” 


       The inside of the holding cell was yet another in a series of stripped down, featureless interiors that now dominated Melissas world. The walls were painted white and the only piece of furniture was a steel bench that ran around the entire cell except for the doorway. The girls were led by the guard to the opposite wall and made to sit down. All three of the chained beauties winced as their bare buttocks and pussies came into contact with the cold, steel bench. After a few seconds their body heat warmed up the surface of the bench and it was no longer uncomfortable. The guard exited the cell and slammed the door shut behind him. There was a moment of awkward silence between the girls.

       

“Youre new here, right?” asked the exotic beauty while looking over at Melissa.

“Yes, they brought me in yesterday, right after I was sentenced. How long have you been here?”

“Seven months. And I have five more to go. Whats your name?”

“Melissa, its nice to meet you. I wish we were in more pleasant circumstances. I feel so humiliated.”

“Its alright. Beginning is really tough, but youll get used to many things here that you never thought could be a part of your daily life. My name is Sinta by the way although I go by Selena since I moved from my home country.”

“And I am Amanda.” offered the girl in the middle in a quiet voice. Melissa acknowledged her and then leaned forward to look at the ethnic beauty to ask a question that was presently burning in her mind.

“Selena, you said that you have five months left in your sentence. Isnt there any way to get freed earlier like for good behavior? I cant possibly stand this for two years!” 

“I wish it was, but its very rare. Ive met a couple of girls here that got out early, but it was only by a month or so.”  

       

       It wasnt the answer Melissa was hoping for and she bit down on her lip to prevent from sobbing. She raised her hands to adjust the steel collar that was beginning to chaff her neck, but of course the connecting chain stopped her short of doing that and the whole operation ended in yet another painful display of the restraints effectiveness. Selena smiled knowingly.


“It will take some time before you figure out what you can and cannot do in these chains. Try to avoid any sudden movements for now… you will save yourself some cuts and bruises. I am so used to it by now that I know exactly how to move and where the limits are. And I noticed theres actually some benefit to it. I can move and walk a lot more gracefully now then I ever could before - even though I wasnt a klutz before I was locked up.”

“Well thats just awesome, cant wait.” said Melissa with a hint of sarcasm, yet she couldnt help but feel that she was already starting to like Selena.

       

       Amanda, who stayed quiet other than introducing herself, sighed, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back and lean against the wall.


“Are you ok?” asked Melissa.

“Yeah, I am fine. I am just so tired. They tortured me for most of the night and I only slept for an hour or two before they woke me up again.”

“What do you mean they tortured you? Melissa was incredulous and shocked.

“Well, I am afraid youll find out yourself sooner rather than later. A lot of it is scary and it can be painful, but theyre careful not hurt us seriously and you can get through it. After a while you might actually start to like some of it, many girls here do.”

“I really doubt it. I can barely stand being naked and chained like an animal in front of all these strangers.”

“It will happen. It took me about a month before I started adjusting.”

“Same for me.” added Selena. “I resented what was being done to me and pouted all the time, but then I figured that I need to move on and accept my place. So, you just have to…”


       Selena broke her speech mid-sentence because there was a sound of the door latch being unlocked and a moment later a guard walked in. He proceeded straight to Melissa and unlocked her collar freeing her from the coffle.


“You two are going to wait a little longer.” said the guard and then turned to Melissa. “You, on the other hand, have a session scheduled in the suspension chamber.”


       Before Melissa could ponder what that meant, she was being led out of the holding cell, leaving Selena and Amanda behind. The guard took her back through the room with the circular desk in the middle and passed a doorway into another corridor. There were steels bars here blocking the way and the guard opened an inset door with a key from a hefty keychain hanging at his side. Melissa was now guided to the first door on the left. She looked at a plaque affixed to the door and wasnt terrifically surprised to see that it read: “Suspension Chamber 1”. The guard ushered her inside and Melissa quickly and anxiously took a measure of her surroundings. It was a fairly large room, well lit and it was clearly divided into two sections. Closer to the entrance stood several desks with office-style chairs beside them, plus a few more freestanding seats, while the opposite side featured a slightly elevated concrete floor, maybe by a dozen inches, without any furniture. Immediately though, Melissa noticed that there were five chains, evenly spaced every three feet or so, hanging from the ceiling above the elevated floor and each ending a few feet from the ground in a pair of leather cuffs. The chains were held up by a system of pulleys that routed all of them towards the right hand wall where they disappeared into small openings. There were five crank wheels on that wall as well, one underneath each chain feeder. The opposite wall showed an even more sinister sight with a whole array or instruments such as whips, canes and riding crops hanging off of it in a neat arrangement.

       A sharply dressed man was seated at one of the desks near the floors stage-like elevation and seeing the entering party reached over to a large stack of papers and pulled a single folder. The guard led Melissa to stand right in front of and facing the desk and the suit-clad man.


“Lets see what we have here. Prisoner number P5237, named Melissa, 23 years of age, serving a two year sentence. Ok, I am Dr. Martin and I am a psychologist and behavioral specialist here at ICBG. I will be conducting most of your sessions here in the suspension room. Heres the deal. These sessions are designed for maximum time effectiveness as well as therapeutic efficacy. They will teach you and train you to communicate in a precise and concise manner and also test your patience. You will be suspended by your wrists from one of the chains behind you. I may ask you questions while youre up there, which you must answer immediately and truthfully so that you can be let down as quickly as possible. You are to hang without any excessive movement. It is well known to us that girls tend to instinctively bend their legs while suspended like this and this is not allowed. Youre also forbidden to speak other than to answer questions. Do you understand?”


Melissas eyes were growing wider and wider in bewilderment from the time she entered this room and even more so once she heard the mesmerizing details of his speech. Therefore, she was unable to muster any reply at first and in fact she was hardly aware of having been asked a question.

“I asked you if you understand.” pressed the man.

Melissa managed a quiet “Yes.”

“You are a big girl Melissa; you should know that you address those with authority over you as sir.

“Yes sir.” blurted Melissa almost automatically.

“Good.” the psychologist motioned to the guard - “Hang her up.”


The guard took the shivering Melissa by her arm and led her towards the “stage”. There was a step cut in the middle that made climbing onto it easier, especially for chained feet of pretty female prisoners. They ascended the steps and stopped below one of the chains, the second one from the right from the psychologists point of view and directly facing his desk. The guard proceeded to take off Melissas waist chain and leg irons, leaving only the handcuffs. He raised her arms above her head to meet with the hanging leather enclosures and fitted them around Melissas slender wrists. Only then did he take off the girls handcuffs.

Melissa was left standing in place, breathing quite rapidly in nervous anticipation, as the guard approached the crank wheel labeled simply with a number “4”. He turned the wheel with ease and Melissa found her wrists getting pulled up towards the ceiling. Soon her arms were fully outstretched above her head and she had to get up on her cute, french-pedicured toes to keep contact with the floor. The guard paused for a second, as if to increase the tension, and then pulled the wheel by another revolution. Melissas feet suddenly cleared the ground and she felt the full weight of her body being transferred over to her cuffed wrists. She was a slender girl, though her buxomness and well defined hourglass figure augmented that to an extent. The leather cuffs around her wrists were apparently well designed because she didnt feel them cutting heavily into her skin as might be expected yet the overall strain of her position still amounted to some significant discomfort.

Melissa now hung in all her naked glory a foot above the floor. Both the psychologist and the guard, despite being used to handling the sight of beautiful naked girls, were staring in awe at the scene in front of them. The gravity-induced tautness of Melissas body, so shamelessly displayed, was assaulting their senses and driving powerful urges. Her head was presently tilted slightly backwards as she tried to cope with her plight. Her breasts and stomach were both flattened as a natural effect from being thus outstretched. Her legs, on the other hand, were finely displayed with great curves tracing the lines of her thighs, calves, and the arches of her feet. Melissa hung still as ordered with her body only slightly swaying back and forth resulting from when she was pulled up and occasionally exacerbated when she moved her head. After the initial shock wore off, she was able to think a lot more clearly and she threw a couple of glances at her tormentors.

The guard was watching her with a stoic look although there was a lecherous undertow in his facial expression. The psychologist was taxing her carefully, taking down some notes in the process. She also noticed that he was presently fixing his gaze directly on her pussy. This realization kicked-in her modesty back in gear. She raised her thighs up and crossed her legs at the ankles trying to hide her sex from view.


       “Remember that you are supposed to be still and not bend or raise your legs.” said the psychologist.


       The guard walked over to the wall with the assortment of punishment instruments and picked up a black riding crop. He walked onto the stage behind Melissas suspended body and glanced inquisitively at Dr. Martin. The good doctor decided to be magnanimous with his prisoner and raised his hand with only an index finger extended. The guard took a measured, relatively slow swing and stroke the girl centrally across her full round behind. A satisfying smack could be heard and Melissa sucked in air through her clenched teeth and threw her head backwards again. She instinctively started to raise her thighs and cross her ankles again when she realized that that got her in trouble in the first place. It took all of her will power to allow her body to hang freely off the merciless chain. No more blows followed and the guard stepped away.

       Another dozen or so seconds have passed before the psychologist snapped his fingers at the guard. “Let her down.” The guard turned the crank wheel in the opposite direction from before and Melissa now found herself descending back to the floor. A moment later her feet were back on the ground, which felt better than ever before now that she didnt take it for granted anymore. She was unhooked from the leather cuffs, but not before being placed in her ordinary handcuffs.  The waist chain and leg irons were not re-applied.


“Thats it for today Melissa.” said the psychologist. “Youve done relatively well although you obviously have much to learn. Well be having these sessions three to four times a week. I will quiz you on your book assignments during these sessions so make sure to carry out the assigned reading and do so attentively. Do you have any questions for me?”

Melissa dropped her head and shook it. Then raised it with a startle and said “No sir.”

“Good. Take her away then, officer.”

The guard led Melissa out of the suspension chamber and back to the elevators. Soon they returned to level C and Melissa was once again securely locked in cell 37. She sat down on her cot and only now felt her heart start to beat to a normal rhythm. Examining her feelings was difficult at this point with such a massive sensory overload. Dissipating fear and nervousness was mixed in with embarrassment, anger, and strange sense of excitement. Melissa decided not to force the issue too much and try to get some rest. The guard briefly mentioned before leaving that she would be retrieved from her cell in a couple of hours for further training. It already began to dawn on her that training was just a politically correct euphemism for punishment and torture.

Melissa laid down on her little cot, rolled up into a ball, which was a welcome change after the stretching her body underwent while hanging, and lolled off into sleep.


End of Chapter 5


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