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Melissa couldn’t see much outside of her tight confine as the only opening to the outside world was a small barred porthole in the door of her cage. Still, she felt surreal watching the everyday surroundings from such an unusual and unfortunate perspective. It grained on her heavily that she couldn’t simply ask for the vehicle to stop, get out, and go on her merry way. The severity of restraints applied to her suggested that she wouldn’t be let go quickly or easily, but that was a thought she did not even dare to entertain as of yet. Presently she thought she could hear a loud, clanking sound of a heavy duty lock, which was strange given that the van was still moving and there was no one in the back compartment of the vehicle. Melissa also felt an almost uncontrollable gush of saliva flooding her mouth and slowly starting to dribble through her lips. Suddenly, she awoke with a jolt and took a quick measure of the new-old surroundings.
Chapter 14
Melissa was still hanging in the tight grip of the iron maiden device. Obviously she dozed off while reminiscing and only the noise of her cell door being opened startled her from the uneasy slumber. Immediately, as she came back to full consciousness, the effects of the many hours spent in the cruel device awoke numerous painful sensations in her body. Her back as well as her leg muscles were filled with a dull ache caused by the long strain and she was drooling rather profusely due to the effect of the iron rod supporting her chin.
The device, freely hung off a pivoting steel hook, was positioned sideways to the entrance so Melissa couldn’t see the figures that entered her cell until they walked around and into her field of vision. First there was a guard who locked her up in the device the night before and then Melissa’s eyes fell on the feminine curves and immaculately sexy clothes of Miss Owens. She looked even better than Melissa remembered – once again she wore a smart skirt with a slit up the side of her thigh and a white cotton turtleneck coupled with an understated make up that made her natural good looks even more striking. Instead of the high boots, she wore an even sexier pair of strappy high heels on her slender feet. The guard was visibly distracted by the sight of his superior and couldn’t help stealing quick awkward glances at her exposed legs. Although keenly aware of the effect she had on men, Miss Owens pretended not to notice the guard’s stares, just like she ignored the advances of all her colleagues at ICBG who, despite the intimidation she impressed on them, still clamored for even a whiff of her attention.
Melissa also sensed the distraction in the guard’s behavior and quickly identified its source. She felt a prickling sensation of possessive jealousy flutter through her chest. It was outrageous that anybody could be enticed to even briefly glance at another female while in the presence of Melissa’s naked body. Through all of her adolescent and young adult life Melissa became accustomed to men who all but literally threw themselves at her feet and displayed signs of devotion that made it seem they would worship the ground she stepped on for the rest of their lives if she so much as gave them a glimpse of her cleavage. Still, deep down, she had to admit that of all the beauties she’d encountered thus far at ICBG, Miss Owens was genuinely the only one who could match her toe to toe on looks. “Try to look this good when you are chained, sweaty, and in pain!” – thought Melissa disdainfully eyeing Miss Owens’ effortlessly graceful pose as she stood in front of the suspended iron maiden device.
Triggered by Miss Owens’ casual hand gesture, the guard moved to lower the iron device to the floor. He let it descend only far enough so that the bottom touched the floor while the rest, along with the immobilized prisoner inside, remained vertical. Nonetheless, Melissa’s head was now within an arm’s reach of the guard who stepped around and unbuckled the straps holding the penis gag in her mouth. Melissa took a deeper breath as soon as she was able to move her mouth freely and could not help a slight tinge of relief show through on her face.
“Hello Melissa.” – said Miss Owens in her sweetly commanding voice. “I know that you’ve had a difficult night here. I was making the rounds and I really felt that I should speak to you. I know that you feel that your punishment to be sent down here is unfair, and I am sure that you’re even more convinced of that after last night, but you have to understand that your knowledge of the situation is very incomplete. I can see that you’re looking at me reproachfully even if you do not dare articulate it. It’s something that I could easily use to keep you down here for as long as I see fit, but I want to know that I am a fair person. Not lenient, mind you, but fair. I have learned through my own mistakes that you need to have a firm hand when dealing with prisoners, particularly when they are female, pretty, and entitled. That definition fits you rather well, wouldn’t you say?”
“What do you want from me?” – Melissa kept her voice as steady and dignified as she could. She didn’t want the immaculate bitch in front of her to draw any further satisfaction out of her humiliation.
“I want for us to develop a relationship, a professional relationship if you will. Believe me when I say that it is possible despite the obvious difference in status between us. You are an inmate of this institution and I am an employee indirectly responsible for your resocialization. While I am a free person and you are not, our goals converge in some key aspects. Let’s put it this way – I can do a lot to help you, and you can do your best to help me, which may or may not matter. Obviously the opposite is also true so keep that under consideration. Now, my first question to you is – are you willing to be a model inmate?”
“I… what do you mean?”
“I mean just what I said Melissa. You need to learn to give simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers.”
“Then… no. Not until you tell me exactly what you expect from me.” – Melissa decided to follow a line of defiance as she was increasingly determined to do in recent days.
“Please understand, Melissa. I don’t need to explain myself to my subordinates, and much less to inmates under my supervision. I am being very kind to you just by calling you by name and not your prisoner number as I should do if I was to follow the letter of the law. These are the things that you must learn to appreciate.”
“I don’t care about what you do. If you want to be fair then let me out of here.”
“Ok, Melissa. I see that you would rather be combative than make things easier for yourself. Nonetheless I will be patient with you, which I hope you will come to appreciate with time. Guard, muzzle her. Keep her hanging there for two more hours and then release her - provided that she causes no further problems. Understood?”
“Yes, of course, Miss Owens.”
Seconds later, Melissa was once again swinging helplessly, suspended in the iron maiden, and biting down in frustration on the thick intruder in her luscious mouth. It was a very effective lesson in patience. There was literally no way for her to release all of the pent up anger, not even the freedom to shout at the top of her lungs to discharge some of the anxiety and put an ointment to the gravely injured sense of justice. Having reached this point, Melissa suddenly broke down and started sobbing quietly behind her muzzle. Slight spasms shook her body causing the hideous device to rock gently on the suspending chain. Surprisingly, letting go of her frustration provided a significant sense of relief. Melissa suddenly understood, very vividly, that the world did not have to be fair to her, no matter how highly she valued herself. She always understood that fact at an intellectual level, but subconsciously she expected special treatment on account of her beauty and other virtues, whether inborn or developed throughout her life. Even the initial experiences at ICBG did little more than create small dents in the perception of her special lot in life. Letting go of those expectations didn’t come easy after a lifetime of entitlement, but the reality was too harsh and too corporeal to ignore. Relaxing in her bondage, perhaps for the first time since the incarceration a few weeks prior, Melissa had turned a corner. She didn’t know where it would lead to, but she had no choice but to follow the path laid out for her by those who didn’t necessarily had her best interest in mind. Engaged in her thoughts, Melissa didn’t notice that a guard has entered her cell again and she was startled at his voice.
“Ok, pretty lady! It’s time for you to get back on the ground!”
The guard was positively cheerful at having the opportunity to handle one of the prettiest prisoners at ICBG, even considering the overall high attractiveness level of the inmates at the facility. The iron frame was lowered to the ground and Melissa found herself horizontal for the moment until the guard unlocked the device and swung the hinged front open.
Melissa stepped out very gingerly, feeling uneasy on her legs. The hours of stringent confinement laid a heavy physical toll on her body despite the fact that she was fit and well conditioned.
“Ok, you can stretch out and get your joints moving again. Oh yes, let me get that thing out of your mouth.” The guard proceeded to remove the muzzle from Melissa’s face, but then reaffixed the handcuffs and leg irons.
The guard helped her stretch out within the confines required by her wrist and ankle restraints, which remained on as usual. He savored the touch of Melissa’s smooth, delicate skin and let his hands linger while holding her waist in a gentle grip. Nonetheless, a few minutes later the guard was gone, leaving Melissa alone in her cell again. She was back to the mundane existence of being surrounded by concrete walls and very little, if anything, to stimulate her mind.
The only slight deviation from the stillness and quietness of her prison came a couple of hours later when a guard passed through the corridor sliding small plastic buckets through the bottom porthole of each occupied cell. “Five minutes!” – shouted the guard periodically. Melissa looked reproachfully at the turquoise colored plastic object. She hated the fact her physiology was now controlled and regulated. Of the many humiliations that she’d suffered during her imprisonment this surely ranked high among the worst. The necessity of compliance was palpable. As there was no permanent toilet in her cell and any incidence of unauthorized urination or defecation was going to be swiftly punished, there was literally no choice but to be obedient. Furthermore, Melissa already a rather strong pressure between her legs and the desire to relieve herself was getting stronger by the minute. She squatted over the hideous object, trying to avoid touching it with her butt cheeks and thighs. A surge of relief cycled through her body as she relaxed her pelvic muscles and a thin stream of urine hit the bottom of the container. As soon as her bladder emptied (thankfully she did not need to have a bowel movement at this time, Melissa got up and disgustedly moved the bidet out of the cell with her foot. Since her feet were shackled with only about twenty inches of slack between them, she had to make a couple of shuffling attempts before the object cleared the hinged porthole at the bottom of the door. A couple of minutes later the guard was coming through the corridor in the opposite direction from before, pushing in front of him a couple of strange barrel-shape objects, strapped together and mounted on wheels. He stopped at every cell to pick up the filled containers and disposed their contents into one of the barrels. There was a hatch on top of this barrel, operated with a button, so that the time when the large container was open was kept to a minimum. The other barrel, half-filled with some strong disinfectant fluid, served as temporary storage for the plastic bidets. Melissa began to turn away almost sick to her stomach as the guard stopped by her cell, but even this unpleasant event served as a welcome break from the feeling of complete isolation.
The guard picked up the container with Melissa’s urine, took a peek at it before disposing it through the barrel hatch and then fixed his gaze on the chained girl standing in the middle of her cell, eyeing him with a mixture of perplexion and scorn.
“No spillage?” – asked the guard.
“No.” – responded Melissa, as defiantly as she dared to.”
“No what?”
“No… sir!”
“Ok, good, keep it that way.”
The guard continued on his way seeming rather unperturbed at the hideousness of the task he was assigned. It seemed that all girls managed to take care of their business in the short allotted time as the guard soon completed his rounds and the corridor outside Melissa’s cell was empty again. Melissa, on the other hand, was almost visibly shaking in helpless anger at what had transpired. She cursed the guard under her breath and despaired at the whole situation she found herself in. She felt a strong desire to tug at the chains binding her hands and feet, but the perspective of sharp pain from the metal cutting into her flesh stopped her in her tracks. Still seething in her frustration, Melissa sat down against a wall and started breathing deeply to calm herself down. Slowly she returned to the slightly lethargic state of apathy that seemed to overcome her due to the lack of sufficient sensory stimulation. It was something she hasn’t experienced before her incarceration, but then again a beautiful and wealthy girl from an upper middle class family rarely had opportunities to be challenged by excessive boredom. Several long hours have passed before the door was opened again
“Proceed to the cell door and then turn around!” – came a stark order shouted in a deep masculine voice. Melissa complied without hesitation looking ahead to anything that would break up the monotony of being locked in an empty concrete vault. The guard gave her a cursory pat down over her naked body, quite unnecessary from a practical point of view and proceeded to lead her out by her arm. Melissa’s tender feet made only the quietest of sounds as she shuffled, chain restricted, down the corridor. They passed through several hallways lined with cell doors before they came to a brightly lit, sterile looking area. The floor was tiled here as were the walls up to about eye level. Various kinds of medical equipment was scattered around the large room and the middle of the room’s floor was crated. Melissa’s eyes were immediately drawn to three chains hanging down from the ceiling. The end of each chain, some eight feet off the floor, was augmented with a large and sturdy metal hook. The leftmost of the chains, from Melissa’s point of view, held the weight of a nude girl suspended off the hook by the manacles binding her feet. The girl was hanging almost motionless, her hands handcuffed behind her back. Her skin was visibly wet and some water was trickling down from her matted brown hair and into the crated floor below.
Melissa had no time for further examination of her surroundings as she was led to the chain and hook in the middle of the room. Her restraints were briefly taken off before her hands were fastened behind her back and a set of thick leather cuffs, joined by just three short links of chain was applied to her ankles. The guard made Melissa lay down on the cold floor and pressed a button on a remote control box held in hand. With a metallic clanking sound the middle chain descended down until it was low enough so that the guard could pull on the links joining Melissa’s legs and swing it over the tip of the metal hook. The contraption, remotely operated by the guard, started moving up again, pulling Melissa’s body upwards until she too was suspended upside down.
The strain on Melissa’s body was considerable and her back started hurting almost immediately forcing her to contract her torso muscles to keep the extent of the stretching in check. Her head felt heavy and pressurized from the inflow of blood.
Meanwhile, the guard pulled a rubber hose from a wall-mounted hook and released a concentrated stream of water towards Melissa’s suspended body immediately drenching her skin. He focused the stream methodically around the hanging girl’s body, stopping a little longer at her genitals, her breasts, and worst of all, her face. This painful thankfully lasted only about a minute before the guard shot off the inflow of water and left the tiled room, leaving the two girls to cope with their predicaments.
Melissa felt panicky as soon as the guard departed because his absence opened up a very distinct possibility that her current torture would continue for an extended period of time. There was no possible escape from the visceral experience of her position, no option of retreating into her own mind to pass the time like she did while locked in her cell. She briefly wondered how long the other girl was hanging on her hook and she could tell by the strained expression on her face and tightly closed eyes that they both experienced similar level of suffering.
The time passed very slowly for the minds imprisoned in dangling bodies held in unnatural positions, but only a few minutes have passed before footsteps could be heard outside and three figures, one male and two female have entered the room. All three were wearing white medical overcoats and stethoscopes around their necks. They were engaged in conversation as they approached the two hanging girls and the lone man was presently speaking in a confident yet slightly subdues manner of someone accustomed to positions of authority.
“…and it affects the regions of the brain responsible for sexual arousal in just the right way to trigger reactions proportional to the dosage and very predictable in nature. At least that’s what we’ve observed so far in limited testing. We’ll continue our trials with these two specimens. We picked them from the enhanced security block of the prison after analyzing their hormonal balance. Basically, these two are as healthy and balanced, normal if you will, as they come. Their response to the drug will help us establish a firmer baseline for further testing of riskier cases.”
The man stopped speaking for a moment inspecting the hanging female beauties with an eye of a cool-headed professional. If the arousing sight in front of him caused any reaction in his loins, he concealed it well. He reached behind Melissa’s back and briefly measured her pulse at the wrist then came around and weighed one of her breasts in his hand.
“Yes, this one is the very definition of female. Everything is in place and of the finest quality”.
The two female assistants frowned ever so slightly at the compliment paid by the senior doctor. They were both modestly attractive, holding MD degrees despite being under thirty, and thought highly of themselves. However, regardless of how much they have achieved in life, there was still an abundance of typically female vanity in them and hearing another woman complemented on her beauty, stung at the very core of their feminine selves. They had to suppress any snide comments however, mindful of who they were talking to.
“Beatrice, please bring a speculum and two of those blue marked packages.” – said the doctor to one of the female assistance while pointing at the nearby table littered with medical supplies. The woman duly obliged.
“Now, see here…” – said the doctor taking position right behind the back of the brown haired girl. – “The application is very straightforward and it could be done orally or intravenously as well, but we are opting for rectal insertion to minimize invasiveness while achieving quick reaction time.”
The doctor inserted the tip of the speculum into the brown haired girl’s anal cavity while Melissa watched in horror from her inverted position. The spread of the speculum was widened to about an inch making the unfortunate girl wince in pain, discomfort and humiliation. The doctor opened one of the paper packages fetched by his assistant and retrieved a tube like white object about the size of a triple ‘A’ battery. He proceeded to insert the object into the girl’s anus and removed the speculum allowing her butt cheeks to close down around the intruder keeping it deep inside her.
“As you have no doubt guessed, the consistency of the drug was designed to work like most rectally administered medications. It will simply dissolve itself within a few minutes. Now let’s get the other one started.”
Melissa shuddered as she felt the cold tip of the speculum touch against the tender flesh of her cute butt. The doctor spread her opulent butt cheeks with his gloved hand to allow himself easier access and made quick work of inserting the tool, spreading its vices and locking them in an inch-wide spread. Melissa tensed up, her throat swelling and her eyes tearing up in emotional response. She could scarcely believe that all of this was happening and the experience was almost surreal. These people simply went about their business treating her like a mindless animal and gave no heed that she was a free person, equal to them in status, just weeks prior. Now she could feel a cold tube being inserted deep into her ass and lodged there firmly after the speculum device was extracted. The doctor resumed his lecture…
“The expectation is that the subjects will shortly begin experiencing growing sexual readiness. In the case of females, this manifests itself in vastly increased vaginal fluid production. At the same time, women seem to experience inexplicably strong attraction to their own genital odors, almost uncontrollable in its extent. This state lasts for about half an hour. It is possible to eliminate this side effect by lowering dosages so right now we are trying to find the tipping point where that happens.”
“Does the drug make women more appealing to men as well?” – asked one of the assistants.
“It does, in fact.” – said the doctor. – “The scent of vaginal fluids becomes incredibly stimulating under the influence of the drug, triggering instinctive sexual reactions, almost reptilian in nature. This is the fine line we are going to have to toe. The drug needs to be dosed in such a way as to be powerful enough to make noticeable positive effect, but not too powerful so that it overwhelms all rational thinking.”
“So far I don’t see anything unusual in their behavior.” – said the female assistant who remained quiet until this time.
“It takes a few minutes to take effect. Guards, please take these two back to their cells as quickly as possible. Follow the exact instructions I gave you earlier.”
The two guards who stood near the room entrance for some time now observing the proceedings operated the mechanisms that lowered the suspended girls to the ground. They replaced the leather leg manacles with regular shackles and led the girl out of the tiled room. Melissa was relieved to be let down and the coldness in her butt also subsided as the tube infused with the drug dissolved into the surrounding tissue.
The brown haired girl was led into a cell about three doors before Melissa’s while she and her guard kept walking towards her usual place of confinement. She was a bit surprised that the guard entered her cell and led her towards the left hand wall. The guard retrieved a length of rather sturdy chain from a sack hanging at his waist and looped its length around Melissa’s upper body. There was enough chain to circle her body twice, once above and once just below her protruding breasts. The guard tightened the slack of the chain with considerable strength making Melissa cry out in pain as the metal links dug into her flesh. Not only was her skin brutally pinched, but her chest was also constricted making deep breaths nigh impossible. The guard joined two links of the chain together using a padlock leaving about a foot hanging towards the ground. Not for long though as the guard picked up that slack and padlocked it in turn to a ring mounted in the cell wall.
All of a sudden the guard’s movements became somewhat frantic. Melissa could see that he inhaled deeply a couple of times, raising his shoulder blades, seemingly savoring the smell of the air. He retreated hastily and closed the cell door tightly behind him. Not much has happened for the next couple of minutes other than Melissa trying to shift around in her restrictive bondage, trying to find a tolerable position. Gradually though, her attention shifted away from the physical pain towards a pleasant and warm sensation permeating her body, spreading from her core out to the limbs. It was initially difficult to pinpoint the source of this sudden well being until the warmness in her pubic area became clearly pronounced. In just a few seconds, Melissa could feel a trickle of vaginal juices escape her mons and run down her thigh. She could also feel the liquids building up inside her much quicker than ever in a state of sexual arousal.
That’s when the fragrance hit her olfactory senses. And quite a blow it was. A sudden urge to taste the fluid between her legs became the sole focus of attention. She jerked in her chains, straining her body against the restraints, ignoring the pain it caused amidst the growing delirium. Some drops of her pussy juices dripped onto the concrete floor drawing Melissa’s attention like catnip does to felines. She tried to reach the floor by arching her body, craning her neck and gaping her mouth, but the length of the wall-mounted chain was insufficient to allow her to reach the fragrant nectar. She sighed and sobbed in frustration until a new thought occurred to her. She stumbled to her shackled feet and bent down at the waist positioning her backside against the wall. It required her to put her head down almost to her knees before her pussy protruded enough to rub directly against the concrete wall. Nonetheless, it worked. When Melissa turned around she was ecstatic to see the glistening traces along the wall. She dropped to her knees and eagerly lapped at her own feminine juices, disregarding any hygiene concerns she might have had in a normal state of mind. The taste was heavenly - soft and sweet with an indescribable aroma of secret, longing dreams.
Melissa laughed and cried at the same time, hunched up against the wall, breathing shallowly yet rapidly due to the chains tightly hugging her upper body. The sensations that held her mind in their grip have lessened gradually and a relaxed state of contentment permeated her goddess-like figure.
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