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Chapter 7 - The New (Pleasant) Regimen
Tight cages, handcuffs, leg irons, eyes downcast, respectful erect posture, following orders – all of those things have come to be the norm of Melissa’s prison life. There is no telling how strongly her spoiled nature has rebelled against these new, almost unfathomable restrictions. She was a goddess for god’s sake! Her body used to be a temple before which throngs of men dropped to their knees, or lower, begging for the privilege of kissing the ground she stepped on. Executives of powerful companies would put their careers and family lives on the line, seduced by her irresistible beauty. Melissa has seen the strongest of men reduced to whimpering beggars on her account. It was all so easy before her arrest, living as if this imbalance could last forever. There were some subtle signs of the winds of change, but they seemed so insignificant at the time. She had heard of a new wave in society, which decried the subjugation it had come to receive at the hands of their most attractive female members, but she did not believe that it could possibly gain any momentum. Why would it? Who could possibly oppose the angelic beauty of young, confident females?
Yet, here she was; prisoner number P5237, confined to her nearly featureless, windowless cell, day and night, chained, consigned to almost relentless boredom, with her only reprieve being the books provided by the staff. The books were carefully selected, she soon realized, for their content of strong male characters and submissive yet proud women. Melissa was very intelligent, so she soon realized that aside from her 36DD breasts, it was her attitude towards men that landed her in this hellish prison. Clearly there were things that she had to learn before being permitted to rejoin society. Her ego found it exceedingly difficult to accept, but thoughts began to enter her mind that she would have to relinquish many of her most dearly held opinions in order to resume any semblance of a normal life.
It was in one of such reflective moments, when Melissa, shifting her wrists absentmindedly in the ever-present handcuffs, heard the lock of her cell being turned open. Officer Burridge opened the solid steel as well as the barred door and smiled almost good-naturedly at the prisoner. Melissa, unwittingly, has come to be fond of the old guard. It was a strong catalyst of emotion that he was the type of a man which she would have despised while being a hot, free young woman. Yet, being locked up, she had no choice but to rely on this man, who had, seemingly, any and all rights to her body, yet showed incredible restraint in only occasional fondling of her breasts or kissing her butt cheeks while performing a “requisite” prisoner strip search. None of the men she knew prior to her imprisonment has spoken out on her behalf as far as she knew. Perhaps there was nothing they could do, but ALL of her past suitors proclaimed willingness to fight to the death on her account. So much for knights in shining armor! This feeling of isolation made Melissa long even more for the “gentle” jailer’s hand. Officer Burridge handled her with a degree of respect and warmth though he did not hesitate to slap her face when she stepped out of line. Still, Melissa knew that he was her ally to the extent that anyone now could be called as such, and she hoped to gain future squishy points on account of this.
Today, however, her jailer seemed a lot more rushed than usual. He un-cuffed her left wrist, only to bring her arms behind her back and snap the cuff shut around her free wrist once again. The officer then knelt down and slid in a key into the locks of Melissa’s leg irons, unclasping them one by one and freeing her legs. Melissa was surprised at this uncharacteristic loosening of her restraints, but being happy enough, only managed to throw a seductive glance in the officer’s direction, for which she was immediately slapped across her left cheek. No longer questioning her predicament, Melissa let herself be led by her forearm, straight back into the administrative chasms of ICBG. It wasn’t long before the guard and the cute prisoner were standing in front of the principal’s office door.
“Come in” – intoned a calm, firm voice, just as Melissa remembered from her initial interview with this man.
Officer Burridge opened the door and led Melissa inside. He proceeded to guide her, still gently clasping her forearm, straight to the side of the principal’s office chair. Mister Adam Desquires, was in capital mood today, and the sight of this ravenously hot girl, chained at his disposal, made his day even more exhilarating at the drop of a hat.
“Hello Melissa!” – beaconed the principal – “I have sent for you deliberately, because I believe that I have found something special in you. While your sins towards society are heavy, I believe that we can work through them and jumpstart you on a path of becoming a truly valuable human being. We’ve only met for a brief period, but I looked into your case in some more detail and found out many interesting things about you. It seems that there are two conflicting personalities fighting for prominence within you. One is that of a typical young, pretty tart, similar to most attractive women today. It’s the manifestations of that side of your psyche that have landed you here. The other, however, is very note worthy. You are in many ways a remarkable young woman who takes her studies seriously and her work seriously, you have worked for charitable organizations sacrificing your free time, and the few people that I’ve contacted to inquire about you, spoke in nothing but superlatives. Therefore, I think that we should get more closely acquainted.”
The principal demurely gestured to come hither and the guard pushed down on the girl’s shoulders and Melissa suddenly found herself on her knees, uncomfortably close to the principal’s manhood, which has just come to protrude more and more through his expensive dress pants. The guard quietly left the room while the director continued to talk.
“I am sure that you have noticed, possibly to your disappointment, that the guards have not been taking advantage of you sexually. This has not been a coincidence, nor is it a critical reflection of your beauty. Quite the opposite… I’ve ordered the folks that you shall remain chaste for as long as I deem suitable.”
The principal stopped his speech and examined Melissa’s reactions. She was definitely blushing, as much from her humiliating, kneeling position, as from the overtly sexual nature of his speech. It didn’t stop there either.
“I won’t beat around the bush, so to speak” – continued the director – “and I’ll explain the situation very simply to you. At nearly all times I use my privileges as the director of this facility to pick out a girl to perform a morning oral service on me. Think of it as a secretary serving coffee for her boss as soon as he arrives at work. An officer will bring you here every morning and leave you at the side of my chair. You will kneel down, stay quiet and wait. When I am ready, you will perform to the best of your ability, which I am sure still needs a lot more honing.”
Melissa looked up at the principal in wide-eyed amazement. Of course the things she has seen at ICBG prepared her somewhat for the inevitable reality that she will not be able to remain chaste in this place, but the manner in which it was to happen was quite befuddling. She also couldn’t help, but take a glance at the principal’s left hand where a thick wedding ring shone with a golden sparkle. The director noticed her glance.
“Oh, you’re wondering about this? Well, rest assured that I am divorced, parted with my former wife two years ago, so I am free as a bird to enjoy the charms of my lovely convicts. Not that I wouldn’t have the authority to do it even if I were married, but I am a man on principle. It is now up to you, Melissa, to put me in a good mood every morning and I can tell you that the well being of you and many other prisoners depends on my mood to a great extent.”
Wasting no more time, the director unzipped his dark grey, wool trousers, unfastened the button at the top, parted the material to the sides, and without getting up from the chair pulled down on his briefs to expose an already engorged penis. Melissa instinctively closed her eyes, but the director reached with his hand to cup her chin and shook it a little bit, which was a clear enough indication that it would be wise for her to open them back up.
A rather large erect penis was in her face, but Melissa was frozen as in shock. She knew that her pride wouldn’t let her move a muscle until she was forced to do so. She didn’t have to wait long. The director smiled demurely, reached out with his hand, and pushed her head forward straight onto his awaiting manhood. Melissa instinctively opened her mouth and felt the vibrant, pulsating source of masculinity enter her delicate mouth. She had to admit that deep inside she found the director a very attractive man. He had the requisite stature and confident composure that spoke loudly even to her overtly exaggerated sense of self-worth. Even as a free person she might have given this man some serious consideration. And now, helpless as she was, already conditioned through days of humiliating imprisonment, her mind and body responded almost beyond the reach and control of her consciousness.
As if awakened from a trance, Melissa shook her head and without disengaging the invading object from her mouth, she began to work her lips and tongue to the best of her ability. She didn’t have all that much experience, having shunned the advances of so many men, but she had an instinctual sense of what needs to be done to please a man. She keyed on his responses, which quickly came to dominate her senses, and very quickly established a sort of comfortable rhythm that proved maintainable for her, and extremely pleasing to him. It didn’t take very long before Mr. Desquires gasped and his body quivered starting from his most inner parts.
A healthy ejaculation followed… into the tissue in the director’s hand. Obviously he had enough of the presence of mind to pull out of the girl’s mouth and prepare not to make a mess on the floor of his office. Melissa, despite her predicament, was somewhat surprised at this. This man seemed so lost in his pleasure just a second ago, yet showed an incredible presence of mind even in the midst of a highly emotional experience. Without quite being able to formulate her thoughts, Melissa felt slightly insulted. She turned her head away and strained futilely against her handcuffs positioned behind her back.
The director clasped his hands and a guard entered almost immediately. Melissa didn’t know this guard. He was one of the faceless thugs that seemed to constantly roam through the corridors outside of her cell.
“Take this pretty lady back to her quarters. Let her wash her mouth somewhere along the way” – said the director.
“Yes sir.” – responded the guard curtly.
“You did very well Melissa and I am looking forward to seeing you in here every morning. If you keep doing a good job and diligently work on improving your technique, your stay at out prison will be a little bit lighter. It’s not going to be easy by any stretch of the imagination, but you will be awarded perks that other prisoners can only dream about. What do you say about that?”
“I don’t know… sir. I don’t think this is right. I know I am supposed to be in prison, but this, I just don’t know…”
“Please Melissa! I know you’ve seen what the reality of life is around here. Remember that this is a corrective facility and we will not ask of what you approve of and what you do not!”
“Then why did you ask me what I think about it… sir?”
“I asked you because I want to give you a semblance of respect. You know very well that by the court order, you were stripped of human rights for the duration of two years. There is virtually no limit as to how we can dispose of your body in this place. Your defiant attitude is truly something, but it will be broken in due time. We will work to replace it with one that can better serve society. I will let you go back to your cell now without any further sufferings. Despite your lack of experience, you have shown plenty of natural talent so I expect to see you here again tomorrow morning.”
“Take her away!” – The director motioned at the guard. Melissa was led out of the office and proceeded, escorted, down the now familiar corridors back to the lock down area of level C. They stopped briefly along the way in some small toilet area, where the guard had to help the back-chained girl to rinse out and wash her mouth.
Once in the cell, the guard repositioned Melissa’s handcuffs in front of her body and left quickly locking her inside of her cramped habitat. Melissa felt a bit drained from the experience, but at the same time strangely stimulated. She could not sit down for a while and continued pacing her self with a nervous gait, fortunately not impeded by leg irons at this time, contemplating what transpired. Obviously a new chapter has begun in her prison life. She has crossed a barrier that she knew would come soon, though as far as she could tell, she crossed it in the best possible circumstances. She wasn’t getting raped by faceless guards in her most private regions. She heard the director say in his own words that he hand picked her for his personal service girl. If there was any nobilitation to be had in this place – that was probably it. On the other hand, her mind rebelled at having been sexually violated in any sort of way. The only problem was there was no avenue for her to appeal to justice. As far as the system was concerned, her jailers had full rights to her enslaved body. There wasn’t anything she could do unless the laws were changed to reinstate her human rights.
After a while Melissa felt tired and hungry. Fortunately it was feeding time soon and a tray of food was passed underneath the door. The poor girl ate it hurriedly and returned the cleaned-out plate near the slot at the entrance to her cell. Left alone to her thoughts, Melissa sat on the low, hard stool at the little table and allowed herself to dream about happier times, so recent, yet so very distant.
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