This story is an intense modification of "I'm A Babypants Prisoner", which has been posted anonymously in the Internet. Steve Leiting, Ryan Verderaime et al. have later claimed to be the authors, but they are no more attainable. I have edited and altered the story to give it a new direction and to smooth out some things I found disturbing. Also I added a new ending.
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Warning:
This story contains explicit sexual descriptions. It is intended as a fantasy for adults only. If you are offended by such texts or if you are at an age where reading material of this kind is illegal in your country, please stop reading NOW. Any attempt to re-enact the situations could be dangerous. You have been warned!
I was wearing a slit skirt that showed the tops of my stockings when we arrived to the Judge's office the next morning. One look at the old-fashioned precinct building brought back many unpleasant memories from my arresting.
Joan's car carried a suitcase with some clothes for me, and a box of Joan's favorite restraint toys that she had insisted on packing herself when I was out of the room. I was supposed to be staying only two days but I guessed the extras were for Cindy and Samantha, the Judge's current charges.
We used a side entrance that took us right into the cellblocks. I could see that two of the four cells were in use. There was female clothing; make-up and the beds were neatly made. Even though I was scared at being given to the Judge for his pleasure, I was also intently curious about what went on here. There was a thick ring embedded in the wall over each bed, including the one that would be mine. That didn't surprise me much. What did catch my eye and make me wonder, was the curtain track that ran down the middle of the ceiling and into every room, including the cells. It was like a one-track railway.
There were no cupboards in my cell, just shelves. Joan made me lay out my few belongings, including the dildo gear and the restraint belt, and all my sexy clothes very neatly. It was all in full view and I felt my face blush in anticipation of how people would react to it. I noticed that she disappeared with her box of toys for a few minutes. By the time we were ready to go upstairs and meet the Judge and his girls, my stomach was in knots and I was sweating with fear. This was a bad place, a house of pain. I could feel it.
I noticed that the ceiling track ran up the stairs. I was really getting curious about it. One look at the two girls who worked in the Judge's office answered all my questions.
We were in a plush reception area. There was one desk for the receptionist and a computer terminal set on a counter high table. A large oak door led into the Judge's private chambers. The bars had not been removed the windows and the vertical shadows reinforced the prison like atmosphere of the place.
There were two women in the room, each dressed in a tight black leather mini skirt, white silk blouse, seamed opera hose and impossibly high black patent spike pumps. The girl at the stand-up terminal was a brunette who had a good figure. One glance told me that she wore stockings and it didn't take much imagination to figure out that the judge liked the way the tops of her stockings showed every time she moved even an inch. A long, thin, brass chain was affixed to the track on the ceiling over her head by a rolling device. It trailed downward, almost reaching the floor, before it ran upward again. Upward, all right, until it disappeared under the woman's skirt. I felt my heart stop cold.
I looked at her companion, a petite blonde with impeccable make-up, who was working at the desk. It was a modern, glass-topped affair that gave her no modesty. Sure enough, another gold chain ran upward from behind her chair until it met a roller attached to the ceiling track.
"May I help you?" she asked sweetly, betraying nothing of what I had been told of this place.
"Joan and Naughtycunt to see the Judge," Joan said officiously. "We are expected."
While I cringed and blushed at Joan's reference to me, the girl didn't even blink. She wrote down our names on a slip of paper and rose from her chair. Without conscious effort she grasped the chain and pulled it with her, along its track, as she covered the few steps to the Judge's door.
I stared until my eyes ached. Somehow that chain was attached to her under her skirt. My curiosity about how that was accomplished was fighting my fear of finding out. There's not a lot to attach a chain to between a girl's legs. The few ideas I had didn't make me feel any better.
She knocked, opened the door, and then entered, dragging her chain along with her. It was then that I noticed the strange black metal thing around her right ankle. I reminded myself to get a better look when she came back.
"Welcome!" the Judge bellowed through the open door and invited us to join him.
He also called to Samantha, the other girl, to join us.
His office was huge, almost the full size of the building. His massive desk was set at the far end of the room, giving him a commanding position. There was a lot of leather furniture. I noticed a few well placed eyebolts in the walls but what really got my pulse going was the cruel looking riding crop that rested on its own little stand across the front of the Judge's desk.
I heard the scrap of the brunette's chain before she appeared in the door. She was very pretty but her face was drawn from fatigue or pain, or maybe a combination of the two. She moved carefully, and, yes, wore the same metal device around her right ankle. Styled like the spurs on an equestrian's boots, it was made of dull black metal and had one purpose, to prevent the poor soul from taking off her painfully high shoes for even a moment's relief.
The Judge invited us all to be seated. Joan sank into an over stuffed leather chair while my companion slaves and I assumed "the position", kneeling on the floor in skirts so short that all our secrets showed. I looked up at the Judge who sat opposite me. He was studying me as if I was a new car.
"I'm so pleased we've been able to work something out," he said to Joan.
"I am too, Judge. Remember, I want her back in the same condition. You play a little too rough for my taste."
He laughed like a Gestapo officer.
"Very well, I'll behave myself. If she fails to please me it will go all the worse for Cindy and Samantha."
So, he was going to exercise his passions on these two pitiful souls. Both were still, their hands folded in their laps, eyes cast down when they weren't steeling glances up my skirt, the strange chains running up to the ceiling. I could see that Samantha, the brunette, was very uncomfortable. She was trying hard not to shift about but wasn't having much luck.
"I just want to experiment with some of your techniques," he said and that really didn't make me wonder.
Before anything else could be said, a small chime went off. The Judge looked at his watch.
"My, is it that time already?" He turned to the girls. "Who has the duty today?"
Cindy raised her blonde head and sadly whispered, "I do."
"Then I suggest you get on with it, my dear. There's nothing to be gained by waiting. Be considerate of our guests!"
"Yes sir," she whispered and slowly rose to her feet.
She dragged her chain with her as she moved toward the Judge's desk. I had no doubt as to the purpose of her errand.
I heard a sniffle and looked at Samantha. She was trembling and trying hard not to cry. Her face was red and she could barely contain herself. A quick glance at Cindy, who now held the riding crop, confirmed my guess.
"Do you wish to speak?" the judge said to Samantha.
She nodded.
"Please, Master, not again. Not so soon. I just can't take it anymore!"
The words were soft, plaintive. I felt sorry for her.
I heard the scraping of Cindy's chain as she returned with the crop. The Judge's face had lost its smile. I was sure there was going to be trouble.
Suddenly Joan spoke up.
"Let Sandy take it instead," she said as if it were a spare cup of coffee.
Now it was my turn to tremble. I looked at the thin crop in Cindy's hands, then at the Judge's face and then at Joan who had betrayed me. I didn't need to hear the answer. The broad smile said it all.
"Very well, then. Why don't we let the two girls get acquainted by swapping experiences. Sandy can take Samantha's punishment and Samantha can have a taste of Sandy's. Cindy, you may proceed accordingly."
The blonde came over to me. She was cool and collected but there was sympathy in her eyes.
"Stand up, please."
After I did, she told me to stand behind one of the vacant chairs, with my back to the Judge and Joan. My throat went dry and I found it hard to walk. As soon as I was in position, I heard her voice again.
"Bend over, please, and raise your skirt."
I felt the cool air kiss my naked flesh between the tops of my stockings and the panties. I could feel my hands tremble with the fear that raced through my body.
"This," the judge intoned, "is the routine punishment. Each day, one girl or the other has the duty of chastising the other. If there is any lack of enthusiasm or application of the crop, the slacker will receive extra strokes when her day comes. I believe Samantha has earned five strokes. The punishments are delivered mid-morning, mid-afternoon and immediately before retiring. You may begin."
I heard the whistle of the crop as it sliced the air and then a band of white heat exploded across the backs of my thighs. I heard myself cry out but the second blow cut off my scream and the third blow robbed me of breath. I tensed in time for the fourth blow and screamed again when the fifth arrived.
I came to my senses slowly. I could hear myself crying. I was still bent over the chair. Cindy put her hand on my shoulder and helped me to stand. I felt the back of my thighs. There were five puffy welts that ached and stung and hurt so badly I was almost sick to my stomach. I couldn't imagine suffering that way three times a day. It made the chastity hood seem like a picnic. I heard someone tell Cindy to help me get cleaned up and she led me from the room.
She took me to a small bathroom just off the reception area.
"Just lean against the wall for a moment while I go to the loo. We don't get a chance to visit here very often."
As I tried to compose myself I realized she had an English accent. I watched her step across the chain, so it ran up her front, then undo the zipper of her leather skirt. As she shimmied it down her hips, I saw her garter belt. She wasn't wearing any panties so I got a perfect view of her shaven pussy and the large gold rings that pierced each of her pubic lips. A small padlock held them tightly together and fastened the end of the chain.
"Oh my God!" I said in surprise.
She looked up as she released her water.
"It's not as bad as it looks. The piercing is the worse part. You can't afford to trip or catch your chain accidentally, that's all."
She didn't say anything more as she wiped herself and put her skirt on again. Then she carefully stepped around the chain again and went to a medicine cabinet over the sink.
"Now it’s your turn," she said. "What did they do to you?"
I gave her a quick version of how Joan had forced me into. By the time I was finished, Cindy had laid out some first aid supplies and a few things to repair my make-up.
"Our story isn't that different. Like you, if we had known what we were getting into, we would have fled. The Judge is into S&M. We must stand all day in these damned shoes, one of which is locked on so we can't get any relief. We can't wear panties, are forbidden to touch ourselves and have to put up with the Judge's attentions anytime he wants it. And three times a day, one of us has to take the crop to the other."
She had me bend over the sink while she dabbed away at my welts with some ointment.
"Don't worry, you'll soon toughen up."
I knew she was trying to be reassuring but it wasn't very helpful.
"Why have they brought you here?" she asked as she started on my face.
I could have done my own make-up but if she was willing to do it for me, it was fine with me.
"Believe it or not, the Judge likes the sight of me in this chastity thing."
"That's not good news for us."
"Wait until you see the goodies we brought for you."
Her face was only inches from mine. I could smell the delicate perfume. She was beautiful and while I'm not normally attracted to women, I wanted her. I saw she was stealing glances at my eyes. We were both so hungry, so much in need of loving attention, even if it came from our own sex.
Her hand began to fumble with the waist of my skirt.
"Do you feel like taking a chance?" she whispered hoarsely.
I nodded.
"Do me and I'll do you."
It was all the word I needed. She took a step back while I sank to my knees. A wave of pain from my thighs reminded me not to sit back too far. I reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt and then slid the garment down her thighs. She stepped out of it and spread her legs. The rings and the chain that bound her were only inches from my nose.
Cindy leaned forward, putting her hands on the wall to take her weight.
"Easy on the rings," she grunted, "they can hurt a lot."
I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. Then I went exploring with my tongue, sending it between the top of the rings and her clit. I heard her moan with pleasure as soon as I made contact. She spread her legs wider and began to move her hips. I gripped her more tightly to stop the movement.
I licked and suckled her tortured little mound. I felt so sorry for her. The rings seemed so cruel, so uncomfortable. It wasn't hard to get an orgasm from her. She trembled, moaned and finally had to bite her finger to stop herself from screaming.
I stood up while she collected herself. She surveyed me carefully. No longer horny, she was obviously having second thoughts about her end of the bargain.
"Don't touch me down there," I said softly, "Please try it on my nipples."
Cindy smiled and pushed me back against the wall. I closed my eyes and felt her soft tongue on my naked breasts.
She licked me carefully, with kindness. I swooned with the pleasure of it. For the first time in many weeks, I was receiving love from someone else. I felt the arousal blossom in my loins and grow until it held my body in its power. I shuddered and gritted my teeth to keep quiet but it was lovely, supremely lovely. Cindy was an expert in licking. I felt, if she would continue long enough, I would receive the demanded orgasm only be being licked on my nipples. Just as I was catching my breath, a buzzer sounded.
"Damn!" Cindy exclaimed. "We've been too long. Just hope they don't inspect us."
She ran some water over her hands and then fled, leaving me naked and panting. And frustratingly unrelieved. She had me sooo close to the desired orgasm! My nerves were tingling, my nipples rock-hard, my pussy dripping and aching with desire. But what should I do?
After calming down a little, I washed my hands, checked my make up and hoped like hell the flush in my cheeks would disappear quickly. On nervous and unsteady legs I went back to the others.
Cindy had resumed her place next to Samantha. I searched the Judge's face for any sign that he knew what we had been up to. He was smiling broadly. I didn't know whether to be suspicious or not.
"Why don't we take a little tour of the cells," he suggested.
I caught a hint of something in his voice and got scared. When he told Samantha to stay in the office to answer the phones, I knew we had been found out. She, not Cindy, was supposed to get "my" punishment. I looked at Joan. She had that, "I've got you", look in her eyes. She said she had forgotten something in the car and excused herself.
The Judge led us from the room.
"You know, girls, I've learned a lot in my time on the bench and the most important lesson of all is to know your limits."
We were walking down the stairs then, with Cindy trying to manage her chain.
"We all have to obey the rules, even if we don't like them. People who don't obey the rules must be dealt with. That's why we have laws and places of punishment."
He paused in front of a white door and took a key from his pocket. I glanced at Cindy. Her head was cast down, she was crying. I knew we were in trouble.
"Since you two don't seem to know your limits, this will be your place of punishment."
With a turn of the key the door flew open and I gazed inside. As soon as I saw the dungeon like torture equipment I began to tremble but when I saw the obstetrical table I felt sick to my stomach.
The Judge led us inside. Joan appeared with her box of toys and the silence in the air hung thick while Cindy and I waited for the next announcement.
"Joan, dear, just what do you suggest I do to contain Cindy's excessive interest in self-stimulation?"
Joan's face lit up; she had caught the drift of the game.
"Judge, the problem is obvious. She still associates her genitals with pleasure, instead of service."
The Judge caressed the stirrups of the obstetrical table, almost reverently.
"And how do we change that?"
"By putting her in a chastity belt, feeding her a few chemicals and waiting for nature itself to teach her a lesson. It takes a while but it can be very entertaining and it is very effective, I assure you."
Cindy began to sob softly as they prepared her sexual prison. Joan brought out the chastity belt I already knew all too well. I had never worn it while being drugged, and I could only guess what it would feel like. Even the thought of it made me shudder.
I turned my attention to Cindy. She was standing still; silently crying while the Judge slowly undressed her as if she was a doll. She had a beautiful body and my desire swelled up in my loins again. The Judge had unlocked the chain from her pubic rings and now I studied them. I could see why she had wanted me to be careful. The cold metal piercing her most tender flesh looked cruel, especially after the Judge used the tiny lock to secure the two rings together.
"Get onto the table, dear," the Judge whispered to his captive, "it's time to fasten you down."
Slowly, her head bent with fear and shame, Cindy went to the table. She carefully climbed onto it with Joan's guidance. After her legs came to rest, spread wide, in the cold metal stirrups, her arms dropped to her sides. Joan and the Judge each fastened them to waiting leather cuffs at each side of the table. A few minutes later they had bound her legs to the metal apparatus with small leather straps. Cindy was ready for her belt.
She looked over at me with sad eyes. I wanted to help her but there was nothing I could do. Poor Cindy was going to be very uncomfortable very soon and there wasn't going to be a thing she could do about it until someone decided she had suffered enough.
Cindy gasped softly when Joan pressed a humming vibrator against her bald pussy. I could hear the poor girl gasp as she was forced into sexual arousal. Her bared breasts rose and fell quickly. But Joan didn't let her victim orgasm. Cindy wailed and bucked with her hips, as the vibrator got removed short before this could happen, and was replaced by a pencil-thin device shoved into her vagina. From the frustration, dread and shame I could see in her eyes this object seemed to be a kind of low-intensity stimulator.
Again Cindy started to moan and buck while she was locked into the chastity belt. Joan settled the waistband snugly around Cindy's hips and then began to tighten the crotch section until it was tight enough to prevent any contact with Cindy’s pussy. A small padlock was used to secure it and Joan stepped back, obviously pleased with herself.
The Judge and Joan quickly released the straps and helped their victim to stand. Much as she tried to keep still, Cindy could not avoid some movement of her hips while she waited in silent frustration. Her face was contorted; she was so absorbed with the effects of the chastity belt and the new sensations from the strange stimulator that she didn't realize at first the leather straps at the ends of the two short chains dangling from the chastity belt.
Then the Judge ordered her to put on her clothes again. First came the garter belt. It still fit around her waist but only just. She prepared a stocking and then bent over to put her polished toes into it. In the same moment, a loud gasp came out of her mouth. She shuddered and moaned but managed to start the stocking anyway. Slowly and carefully she worked it up her pale, smooth legs, checking the straightness of her seam often even though this action was uncomfortable for her. I truly felt sorry for her.
The Judge, Joan and I stood in a circle around poor Cindy while she struggled against her restraints and the storm of sensations in her vagina, to accomplish the simple act of getting dressed. Her face was flushed red, either from shame, arousal, or both. Being held for weeks now without sexual relief, still horny as hell after Cindy’s interrupted play with my breasts, I nearly could not stand watching this beauty in her awfully sexy looking outfit.
After the second stocking was suspended from its straining garters, the Judge insisted that she put on her shoes. She stepped into them. The effort strained the crotch strap, so that she gasped again, but she meekly kept still while the metal harness was fastened onto her right ankle.
Next, she stepped into her short skirt and had a little trouble fastening it. Finally she added the blouse and stood there, trembling, waiting for further orders.
Joan made her lean against the wall. It was the ideal position for applying the restraint straps that Cindy had not yet seen. As soon as her wrists were locked in, Cindy could no more rise her hands up to her naked breasts. Now she knew what that was for.
"Oh, God!" she muttered and sobbed, while the judge re-fastened the leading chain, now to the front lock of the chastity belt. The Judge paced around her, inspecting her misery.
"Don't worry, Judge," Joan said. " She is really secure from forbidden pleasures now. Take a few steps dear."
Cindy wobbled a few paces until her face suddenly screwed up with despair. The intruder was getting to her. She turned to the Judge.
"Please, Master, take it off. I've learned my lesson. Please don't do this to me."
By way of response, the Judge picked up a riding crop, lifted the back of Cindy's skirt and laid two cuts on her thighs, just above the tops of her stockings.
"You know better than to beg!" he muttered.
Joan piped up.
"Now that Cindy is learning her lesson it's time Sandra was brought to task." She turned to me, "Get undressed and prepare the punishment dildo for yourself. Your new friend is about to apply your punishment."
I stripped slowly. Even though Cindy had already seen my shaved pussy with it’s bizarre jewel, I was still embarrassed about the Judge's attention. I could see a big bulge in his crotch and remembered his episode with me in the living room.
I was terrified. If they were prepared to make Cindy's life hell so easily, what could my imaginative Mistress have planned for me? I saw the Judge laying out a pair of the impossibly high spiked shoes and a leather mini skirt. There was also one of the metal shoe harnesses.
Joan was preparing something on the other side of the table, out of my sight. I knew it came from her little box of toys and therefore I wasn't going to like it. I glanced at Cindy, who still seemed to be holding her own against the pressure building up inside her.
Finally there was nothing to do but lean against the table with my feet spread. I tried to guess what Joan had in store for me but my mind went blank.
Joan grabbed Cindy and made her stand beside me. I was told not to turn around.
"She's the source of your misery, Cindy. Now you can have some revenge. Choose one!"
I heard Cindy sob.
"I can't," she said softly.
The Judge's crop sang through the air again, meeting Cindy's thighs in a sickening smack of pain. There was a moment of silence while Cindy did what she had to do.
The curiosity was killing me but I knew better than to turn around. Suddenly I felt a plastic belt being fastened around my waist. I looked down and my heart stopped cold.
It was a chastity belt. But unlike the virtue protecting models, this belt featured a long, thin, bristle-covered pin to penetrate me poor girl in the front and an attached dildo in the rear. Instinctively I tried to pull away but the Judge had wisely gripped my wrists from his vantagepoint on the other side of the table.
"Put it on her!" Joan growled.
I caught the scent of Cindy's perfume as she bent between my legs. Now it was my turn to breathe sharply in fear of what was about to be done to me. I glanced down again at the belt. I could imagine what the bristles would do to my poor, naked, itching pussy. The rear plug was big and I was sure it wouldn't go in without damage but I prayed it would anyway.
The Judge decided to handcuff me. As soon as the cold hard cuffs had my hands fastened behind my back, they bent me over the table. There was no way that I could now resist the dildo's insertion into my rear passage.
Cindy thoughtfully used a little saliva on the head of the plug just before she brought the rounded tip into position. Then, almost gently, she began to force it against my inexperienced butt hole. I felt myself distending as my poor behind tried to accommodate the intruder. Joan's use of a butt plug just a few days earlier had loosened me up a little. Still, it began to hurt and shortly after that I began to cry despite my best efforts not to do so. Cindy applied a steady pressure. It was very painful and I cried and cursed them all until the Judge decided he had enough and put a ball gag into my mouth. Deeper and deeper it went in until I was sure I just couldn't take any more. I was sobbing steadily and fighting the Judge's grip by the time she stopped and turned her attention to the device intended for my love box.
It was a pencil-sized rubber stick with many circumferal grooves and a cilia-covered base plate attached. Carefully Cindy shoved it into my still dripping-wet pussy. At first, I didn’t feel much, because I was concentrating on my aching butt. But as the stick slid in between my little love lips, lips that had not been penetrated in so many weeks, lips that were throbbing with unfulfilled, frustrated desire, I could not hold myself back from moaning. I felt my love lips close around every single groove, while the stick entered my love hole. The butt plug was temporarily forgotten. With eyes closed, I enjoyed the sensation. But in the moment Cindy allowed the stick to touch my beastly clit hood, I yelled with pain into the gag. Despite my handcuffs, the judge had to hold me with all his strength.
Finally it was over. I lay across the table panting into the gag while Joan tightened the retention strap and then locked it. Now the sticks base plate was being pressed against my naked pussy, which got massaged by the cilia with devilish skill. They took the handcuffs off then and took out the gag. I was told to put back my skirt and be quick about it.
Every movement was agony. Each little step moved the intruders painfully and rubbed my pubic mound into a frenzy. I was dizzy from the pain and swore revenge against Joan and the Judge.
Like Cindy, I had a lot of trouble with my garter belt and stockings. When it came time for the shoes, I found a new source of pain. The four-inch heels tightened my ass cheeks and made the intruders all the much worse. The Judge took great pleasure in fastening the shoe lock into place.
Cindy and I painfully teetered our way upstairs to the office. Samantha was summoned. The Judge was horny; Joan had some ideas even though Cindy and I were out of commission as far as fucking went.
An hour later, Cindy and I still hadn't said much to each other. We were too occupied with the unwelcome sensations at our loins. I tried to do some filing while she typed correspondence at the standing workstation. It was hard to manage doing anything useful with the whirls in my brain. Neither one of us relished the thought of sitting down. Despite our own moaning, from time to time we could hear Samantha cry out or the smack of a leather instrument meeting her flesh.
I could tell that Cindy had not gained any relief from the thing in her pussy. Her face was contorted with the effort to achieve it and sometimes she would lean against the wall, press her legs together and grunt as she tried to stimulate her enough for getting over. She walked with an enforced hip sway and whenever she caught me watching her she blushed and looked away.
"We may as well talk about it?" I groaned finally. "There's nothing else to do."
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"For what?" I started to cross over to her but walking was painful. I decided to stay where I was.
"I got you into trouble. Then they made me choose the dildos for you to wear. I tried to find the smallest. Truly I did!"
I could see that she was close to tears and finished emotionally.
"You did what you had to do. Any chance of getting out of here?"
She shook her head.
"You know how it works. They would have the police on us in a minute."
She paused to listen from the sounds below.
"We won't be seeing them for a while. I can hear the flashguns. The boss is doing a photo session."
That caught my attention.
"A photo session? You mean he takes pictures of what he does to you girls?"
Cindy nodded.
"Yes, and there's no doubt Joan will be a part of this one. One of his customers wanted a female master series."
Ideas were swimming around my brain. Revenge might be closer at hand than expected.
"How does he get them developed?"
Cindy told me that there was a dark room downstairs and that she did most of the developing work. The Judge's face often appeared in the photos but was masked with an airbrush before the prints were sold. Now I needed only one more piece to make it all work.
"Does the Judge keep a gun?"
"Yes, but..," she looked at me as it fell together for her. "You can't be serious."
"Just show me the gun and I'll let you know what serious means."
A few minutes later we had worked out a plan. I had hoped to find a spare set of keys in the Judge's desk but no such luck. The locks that retained our chastity belts had been supplied by Joan. Being able to take off our spikes would have helped but it wasn't critical. The hardest part was going to be getting downstairs without gasping so loudly that they would hear us.
I could tell that Cindy was very dizzy from her constant efforts to get rid of her hornyness. Still, she summoned up enough strength that I decided to take her along.
We crept down the stairs as slowly and quietly as we could. It was very painful for each of us but it only made me more determined to get revenge. I held the gun, a loaded .38 police special.
We got to the door of the punishment room and I looked in for a second. Samantha hung from manacles on one wall while the Judge and Joan, both dressed in domination gear, took turns using a whip on her. By the condition of Samantha's back, we had arrived none too soon.
I stood in the doorway until they noticed me.
"Enough games for now, Judge. Reality is here."
My voice stopped Joan in mid-swing. The whip fell limp in her hand and her face drained of color. The Judge appraised the situation carefully and began to slowly move toward a table.
"Hold it! Just give me one more excuse like that and you're history. Stop this now and we'll be easy on you." The Judge said.
"This isn't your court. You don't have a thing to say. Just turn around and put your hands on your head, both of you!"
It didn't take long for Cindy to get Samantha out of the wall manacles and replace her with Joan, facing front this time. Another set of manacles took care of the Judge. As soon as they were locked up, Cindy and I found the keys.
"Me first!" she screamed while stripping off her skirt.
I thought of my own condition for a moment and then agreed.
"Now, listen to me!" I said while fumbling with the lock on her chastity belt. "Don't waste time fiddling with your crotch. There are tough guys here to watch."
She blushed at my comment but nodded her head. As soon as the belt fell away she removed the pin from her vagina with a loud sigh. Meanwhile I began to fumble furiously with the lock at the back of my chastity belt. I was getting desperate when Samantha came to me and in a weak voice offered to help.
As soon as the lock was off, I began to pull at the plugs. I discovered that getting them out was as painful as getting them in.
"You'll pay for this!" I screamed through clenched teeth at Joan and the Judge, meaning every word of it.
The vaginal plug came out first and then the anal intruder. As soon as they went out, I instinctively tried to finger my poor cunt a little, but was rewarded by renewed pain from the clit hood. Once more, I wailed in frustration.
After Samantha had regained enough strength, she dressed and began exacting some retribution on the captive Joan and Judge. Her item of choice was the alligator clamp and she was just applying them liberally to both of them, especially to the Judge's cock and Joan's pubic lips.
"You'll never get away with this!" the Judge grunted though his pain. "I'll have the police on you in an hour."
"I don't think so," I said as I removed the film from the camera. "Cindy is going to develop these and we are going to keep a set of negatives. If we have any trouble from you, a set of prints will land on some very powerful desks."
I tossed the film to Cindy who was smiling broadly. I noticed she had put on her blouse but had left her skirt off, keeping her pussy exposed, which had already had the two small rings with the lock. She searched for the appropriate key and removed the lock.
„The first time for nearly two years I am without any lock or chain down there!" she sighed happily.
"Want the rings off too?"
She shook her head.
"No, not now. I'm used to them."
I noticed Samantha putting on her stockings. Then she stepped into the high spike pumps.
"You don't have to wear them anymore." I told her and she smiled.
"But I like to," she said simply. "I've gotten used to them. Anything lower hurts my legs."
The girls went for some shirts. Although they could not find, of course, any bra in the house, they came back with breasts covered by two of the judge’s shirts. It looked a little bit strange, but their body was not nude any more, and that had been the important. A few minutes with my make-up case and we felt like human females again.
There was so much to do. Cindy and Samantha were going to find an apartment. A quick raid on the Judge's safe provided the necessary funds. I asked Cindy to type up absolute discharge papers for all three of us. The Judge was then encouraged to sign them by our waving a monster dildo under his nose and suggesting where it soon might find a home.
While we all wanted out of there and badly, there were still a few problems. I discussed them with the girls in private and they agreed. Cindy went to develop the film while Samantha and I took care of our former masters.
Joan's eyes grew wide when she saw the vibrator strap in my hand.
"You're not... You can't!" she moaned,
I just nodded.
Spread out as they were on the wall, Samantha and I had no trouble in pressing the little devil up her cunt. We decided to leave the alligator clips on. Both captives were pleading with us as we made our final preparations to leave.
"Please, have some mercy. You can't leave us like this." The Judge wined.
"You're getting no worse that you would have handed out. We'll call the police in about half a day and you can tell them whatever you like. But, the discharges stand or you get to be instantly famous."
I could see the fear in their eyes. We had won. As we walked down the hall toward the door I noticed two things. We were each still wearing the high spike pumps and I could still feel the effect of the clit hood. I wasn't surprised when I felt myself still horny and wet.
Epilogue
It's been six months since Cindy, Samantha and I escaped from the Judge and Joan. I'm still with the clit hood.
I stayed in Joan's house long enough to reopen my apartment. I am not sure why, but I appropriated some of the "toys" as I moved back to my place. But even after leaving Joan, I still had that fatal hood over my clit. Oh boy, nobody can imagine how horny I was! It was hell! I was a walking sexpot, always having a burning desire between my legs. But Joan’s invention worked all too good. I could masturbate as desperately as I wanted to, the feelings in my pussy were too weak to come over the edge. And men were out of discussion. I wouldn’t take the risk of accidentally having to take up a cock or a finger in my pussy while this pain guard resided in it. But not for long, I was starving for a fuck, dreaming all the time about a real man taking me in my oh so hungry pussy. Of course, I immediately tried to remove the clit hood that so fatally prevented me from sex. But Joan refused to tell me how it would work, and the doctor I finally consulted did not found it out. He was doing one painful test after the other, but the hood stayed where it was. Everytime a new unbearable itch of desire pained my hungry pussy, I cursed Joan. And this was many times a day. Even I were no more her prisoner, she still was punishing me. My victory had only been a half one. Facing lifetime celibacy, I considered in earnest a voluntary return to Joan. Better doing the full time of my devilish sentence in her paws and being free afterwards than to suffer the same fate for the rest of my life, I thought.
Cindy and Samantha came to dinner a couple of times and from the beginning I was suspicious about Cindy. I did notice that the formerly humble Samantha had taken on a new, dominant role. She told Cindy what to do and when to do it. I finally got my answers when Cindy turned up alone one night.
She had a small overnight case with her and asked in tiny voice, "My mistress is away. Will you take care of me?"
I was only mildly surprised that she still wore seamed stockings and the high pumps that the Judge had put on her. To see her pubic rings locked together again, however, made me question her once she was comfortable and sipping tea in the living room.
"I guess it started when I wanted to go back to hooking. Samantha got mad and said we had a chance to make it on our own and we should take it. I used to make all the decisions and so it was strange to see her put her foot down. We got into a fight and somehow she got a pair of handcuffs on me. Well, she decided to cure me with the lock. You can’t be successful in our business with a locked cunt."
Cindy went on to tell me that she had become Samantha's slave in a gentle sense. Samantha insisted that Cindy wear nothing at home and refrain from touching herself. I was intrigued and horny.
"So, you have to obey every order?"
She nodded and I took her to the bedroom. I told her to finish the task she had begun in the judge’s house. It was heaven! Cindy’s talented and enduring tongue on my nipples and my neither lips really brought me to the long-missed orgasm. I shrieked loudly and tossed myself in my bed for minutes. After recovering I cried from relief. I was so happy to have extinguished the fire that had burned in my loins. It had been a so long time since I had received caring attention and it was quite overwhelming, to say the least. I made her spend one night in the bondage rig that Joan had made me endure every night and afterward Cindy agreed that she couldn't take much of that. She did show a lot more respect to me, however.
We were both sorry to see the weekend come to an end but all of us have had a lot of fun since. Of course, Samantha was part of the good times. I was so glad to feel sexual satisfaction again and was happy not having to give in to Joan. But, finally, Joan had anyway achieved what I suspect her to have had always in mind: I had been transformed from a straight girl into a willing lesbian. A lesbian, which is dreaming all nights of men...
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