Chapter 6

At just a little over eight months into the Free Use program for the Correction of Convicts (FUCC), Sophia Lee was not having fun. Not one bit at all. Especially since it had already been an entire two hundred and forty-four days of tossing and turning with her clit feeling harder than a rock, and that wasn’t even mentioning the fact that she still had quite a way left to go. Or perhaps even more after that if she somehow missed her next court assigned date in front of the judge, and so it was with a rather **** sense of freedom that she leaned over to swallow the man’s cock.

It tasted like sweat and cock. Mostly though, just cock. The man it was attached to hummed in satisfaction as her lips closed all the way around the base of the glans. Instead of pulling away, however, she simply closed her eyes as she **** herself to move her tongue. Now was not the time to be hesitant, she tried to tell herself, not when she was already so close to finally being able to cum. Even if she was sitting in the middle of a dimly lit stall with nothing to do except service the gloryhole positioned directly in front of her.

“How many times has it been for you so far?” said the man.

His voice came out like a drumbeat to echo off the walls, and she clenched her fists as she tried to ignore the question. Not that she could tell anyways since she had already lost count. She might have been able to give a proper answer near the start, but after several hours of having to sit there with her face covered in semen and a dildo shoved up her rear, the only thing she could think of was how many more days she had left before she would finally be allowed to stop.

Let’s see, three hundred and sixty-five days in a year minus two hundred forty-four makes one hundred and twenty-one, but that wasn’t taking into account her infractions over the same period of time which added an entire week for each report…

She cut herself off before her mind could spiral any further. The final answer was not a comforting thought. Better focus on the present for now. Another tiny spurt of precum dribbled out, and she tried not to gag as she licked it up with her tongue. The only thing that she got for her troubles though was another grunt from the person on the other side of the wall, and she let out a sigh as she once again opened her mouth.

“Oh, you know you like it you dirty little slut,” he said.

Again, she ignored him as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. It was almost like background noise at this point after everything she had done. That, and the deeply seated sense of self-pity rolling around in the bottom of her stomach. She could think about that later though once her shift was up.

There was a timer set out beside her, and she glanced over at it. Just a little over seven minutes and counting since they had started, meaning that he had to at least be getting close. How unusual. Most of her clients would have already blown their load by now after so many months of skillful practice, and it was rare to come across someone who could hold out for this long. Hold out he did though, and so she had **** but to sit there as she continued to suck.

Lick… lick… lick…

It was a bit like licking at the end of a flesh-colored lollipop. One that occasionally shot out white stuff from the end, and already she found herself wishing that he would hurry up and just be done. Her jaw was starting to feel sore now, and the dildo shoved up her rear was not doing her any favors. Mostly because she had been sitting on it for quite some time, but also because it had been just over half a year now since she had last been allowed to cum.

The sound of her mouth filled the room, and shifting in place on the toy, she continued to bob her head up and down. Slowly, she felt a dull heat starting to gather down below. Eventually though, after what felt like much longer than it actually was, the man grunted again as his member started to swell. Like a red-hot bar of iron thrust between her lips, and closing her eyes she prepared herself for it. Mouth wide open, legs pressed together, and then…

“Oh yeah, take it all,” he said.

His semen splattered out to coat the inside of her throat, and she gagged as she **** herself to swallow. There was no other choice, the torrent was just simply too much. Bit by bit she felt the thickness flow down to fill up her stomach, and **** at the bitterness of the aftertaste, she waited for the flow to stop.

One… two… three…

It seemed to go on forever. He must have been quite pent up before he arrived. Either that or he was just naturally talented when it came to that particular area. After another couple of gulps though the stream finally started to slow, and she pulled away to cough. Deep breaths now, she thought. That’s it, in and out until she felt like she no longer wanted to ****. Then once her breathing was finally back under her control, she slowly reached over to clean herself off before leaning forward to place one last kiss at the tip of his cock.

A final trickle of semen leaked out for her to swallow. The man pulled back with a sigh, and there was the sound of a zipper being drawn back up.

“Call you later?” he said.

The tone of his voice was back to normal again, her brain noted. It took her a while to clear her throat. Disgusting, why did it always have to feel so gross.

“No,” she said dryly, “If you want to go again, you’ll have to make another appointment at the register.”

“The waitlist is nearly two weeks long though,” he said.

“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to take that up with the Department of Moral Justice,” she said again with a sigh, shifting in place on the dildo, “They’re the ones responsible for creating the schedule for which one of the girls get to serve.”

Or in other words, she thought, they were the ones who decided which of the various Free Use establishments she was supposed to visit today and how many dicks she needed to suck. It was something she had been doing ever since she had agreed to participate in the program instead of going to jail, all for the crime of walking out of the local grocery store with a couple of items hidden away in her purse. Service to the community, the judge had called it, and an excellent opportunity to prove her worth. As if it was somehow her fault that her paycheck had come late, and so she wasn’t able to pay the bill.

For now though, there was a short pause on the other side of the stall as if the man was trying to decide what to do. Possibly he was thinking about going again as if his time wasn’t already up. Whatever chance there was of that was soon eliminated however by the sound of a knock, and a quiet wave from the officer in charge of the station was enough for him to go. Until next time then, she supposed.

The man paused at the exit to give her one last wave through the gap in between the panels as he left through the door.

“See you in two weeks, sweetheart,” he said, listing off his phone number.

Sophia didn’t bother to reply. Instead, she focused on keeping her legs pressed together while ignoring the fact that she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Hopefully he hadn’t been able to see her face otherwise he was sure to come back the next time it was her turn, and as terrible as it was to service him with her mouth, she didn’t even want to think about having to bend over in front of him with pussy spread apart.

The footsteps echoed down the hall again, and she waited another couple of seconds for them to fully disappear before she allowed herself to lean back against the wall. Her nipples stood up from her chest, reminding her of just how long it had been since she had been able to cum, and she opened her legs again to slowly glance down. There, standing out from between her thighs was the parted lips of her labia, and she curled her hands together into a fist as she spotted the orgasm suppression ring wrapped around the base of her nub.

The smoothness of the ring shone out against the darkness like a jewel, and she closed her eyes. Oh, how she would do anything for it to be gone. Ever since the doctors first installed the device at the start of her sentence it was as if her hormones had gone out of control. Day in, day out, nothing but the frustration of being kept on the edge of a climax for the last eight or so months, and every night she went to sleep now the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted to touch herself. Unless she could complete her service to the community and redeem herself again in front of the jury though, there was nothing she could do but put up with it for now.

The lights flickered softly above her, and she let out a sigh as she considered getting up. The dildo seemed to move another fraction of an inch as it slipped deeper into her rear, she bit down on her lips as her clit started to throb. It was just like them to give her something to sit on without actually filling her up where she wanted it the most, and she groaned at the emptiness leftover inside her hole. Her g-spot felt so swollen now that she was sure a single finger shoved up there was enough to make her cum. She knew better than to try though with the orgasm suppression ring still peeking out at her from underneath the covering of her hood.

But enough of that for now. Another knock sounded out against the door.

“Hello?” said a voice.

The officer standing there opened it, and another man stepped through. He glanced over at her through the gap, and after handing over his ID card he made his way over to the other side of the stall. There was the sound of his belt coming off, and then poking out through the opening of the gloryhole in front of her again was the tip of his cock. Like a sausage for her to swallow, and she let out a sigh as she once again opened her mouth. Looks like it was time to get to work.

Reaching over with her hands, she carefully reset the timer. Slowly she felt him start to stiffen up.

One… two… three…

Against the feeling of his member thrusting against the back of her throat, her only hope was that maybe this time he wouldn’t be able to last as long. Each minute under ten was another hour off her sentence, and so the sooner she could make him finish, the sooner she would finally be able to cum.

By the time that her shift was over, Sophia felt just about wrung out. All the way from the top of her head to where the dildo was still buried inside her rear, and she was grateful to have it finally slide out. Her bottom hurt, her throat hurt, her clit hurt, and she really didn’t want to think about how empty her pussy felt right now. Not when she had just spent the last couple of hours sitting there with nothing to clamp down against and the stimulation coming entirely from the wrong hole.

The soft touch of the air brushed over her skin, and she closed her legs with a sigh. She was definitely going to have to take a shower later on. At least it was over for now though, which meant she could finally go back home.

“Ms. Lee?”

The security officer met her by the entrance. He wasn’t the type to make conversation. None of them were. He did have the courtesy to hand over a spare robe though which she took with gratitude. Slipping it over her shoulders, she winced at the softness of its touch. After having to suffer so many months of being denied, her sensitivity was practically at double its normal value. She could always deal with that later on though once her sentence was finally done.

The sign out sheet was located in the main office, and she slowly made her way down the hall. Set on either side were another dozen or so rooms, each complete with everything that was needed to house a Free Use girl like her, and she tried her best not to look. Turning her head to the side didn’t help much though with how the voices always tended to leak out past the doors. One male and one female for each pair, and she swallowed hard at the sound. From the way it seemed, one of them was having a good time. The other, not so much. At least it wasn’t her standing in the room right now though with a vibrator shoved inside each one of her holes.

A couple more minutes of walking brought her to her destination at the end of the hall. Johnathan Ivans, the director in charge of the facility, greeted her from behind his desk. His eyes glanced over the stiffness of her nipples along with the leftover trails of arousal still clinging to her labia.

“Rough day?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” she mumbled.

“Here to check out then, I presume?” he said.

“Yes sir,” she said, “Thank you, sir.”

That was the only good part about the Free Use program she liked, she thought absently. Everything was hell while she was still going through her shift, but once it was time for her to leave then they had no qualms about actually letting her go. Bar the actual checkout process at the end of course, but after an entire eight months of suffering through her sentence she was more than used to it by now.

Slowly, she walked forward to place her feet into the cutouts outlined for her on the floor. Set shoulder width apart, they were placed at just the right distance to open up her legs without exposing too much. Past that was a short moment of silence as the director waited for her to get comfortable, and then it was her turn again to place her arms on top of her head with her breasts stuck out. Like that, with the pointed end of her nipples rising directly into the air, she waited for him to reach over for the camera.

Snap.

The light from the first flash caught her by surprise, and she blinked as she tried to wash away the afterimages of the room. It didn’t work all that much. The man circled around her to do the same thing again from the side, stopping every couple of feet to take another shot, and by the time he had wrapped all the way around there were at least a dozen new pictures of her standing there fully naked as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Instead of being over with just that though, the process had only just begun.

There was a second pair of outlines placed in front of the desk, and biting down on her lips, Sophia walked over to step into them as well. This time they were placed a bit closer together, but whatever protection she managed to get from that was quickly washed away as she bent over at the waist to grab hold of the opposite edge with her arms. The director stepped behind her again with the camera at the ready, and it was all she could do not to flinch as another flash echoed out against the walls of the room.

Snap, snap, snap.

The process seemed to go on forever, and if the previous part was bad then this time it felt much worse. Blinking, she tried to focus on the smoothness of the wooden grain as the shutter opened up to eat in the sight of both of her holes. Including everything from the parted lips of her pussy to the tight ring of her anus, and if someone were to look extra hard they might even be able to see the stiffness of her clit peeking out from underneath her hood. The tiny little bean throbbed again in time with her heartbeat, making her painfully aware of the emptiness deep inside of her even as another trickle of wetness seeped out past her folds, and against the soft touch of the air blowing between her legs, it was all she could do not to reach down and comfort herself with her own fingers.

For a brief moment she felt tempted to do so before she caught herself in time. Her tongue found its way between her teeth as she bit down a little harder. The orgasm suppression ring wrapped around her clit would only cut her off again the second she hit the edge, and then it would be another infraction added onto her record for trying to touch herself where she really shouldn’t.

“Raise your hips a little higher,” said the director.

Sophia did as she was told. Bother him and his insistence on sticking with the rulebook. Slowly she reached back behind herself to spread herself apart even more, making sure that the camera had a perfect view of her two most intimate places as a girl, and it wasn’t until after another couple of shots of both her pussy and her anus spread wide open that he finally put the stupid device back inside its drawer.

The lock clicked shut, and she let out a sigh of relief. Now there was only one last thing to get through before they were done.

“Which one do you want it in today?” he asked.

He allowed her to think about it for a moment. Both options were terrible. Especially considering that she had just spent the last several hours with a dildo shoved up her rear, and the idea of having to take his member back there was just about the last thing she wanted to do. The same could be said for her pussy as well though with how sore her clit felt, and at this point anything stronger than a feather brushing across her lips was probably enough to make her cum. Or try to at least before the orgasm suppression ring kicked in to cut her off.

Gritting her teeth, she let out another sigh. It was a catch-22. No matter which one she went for, the only way she would be walking out of here today was with a full load of semen dumped into one of her holes and so it was through a heavy sense of frustration that she **** herself to choose.

“My ass,” she mumbled, “Do it in my back there.”

It was a classic option for girls who were already on the edge and wanted to avoid too much stimulation. The director noted her decision with only the slightest hint of a smile.

“Didn’t like the way I kept hitting your g-spot last time?” he said.

“Maybe,” she sighed, “Now are you going to put it inside of me or not?”

It was almost annoying how she had to wiggle her hips from side to side to encourage him to continue. The bottle of lube made an appearance, and she bit down on her lips as she felt the smoothness of the substance gliding over her rear hole. Like the forbidden caress of a touch against a place where nature never intended for something to go in, and she winced as she felt a finger pressing down against the very center of her anus.

Slowly it slid in until it was buried all the way inside up to the second knuckle, and she bit down on her lips as the emptiness in her pussy grew a thousand times worse.

“Ah…,” she said.

A while passed like that before the finger withdrew again. Then, there was another drop of lubrication sliding down between her cheeks, and the process repeated all over from the start until she felt thoroughly used. In and out, in and out, like a tiny little rod rubbing up against the edges of her ring, and bent over the edge of the desk like that, it wasn’t until the fifth or maybe the sixth insertion that the director finally let her go. Relief at last, she thought, or at least for the short moment it took for him to line himself up with the opening of her sphincter.

There was the sound of his belt coming off, and she braced herself for the final thrust. Something hot poked up against the inside of her thighs, and she had to suppress another shudder. This was just simply the worst, she thought, like she was just another piece of meat waiting to be used. There was no time to think about that anymore though as he slowly started to press himself forward, and against the feeling of his member sliding into her rear, it was all she could do not to cry out in frustration as he buried himself all the way in up to the hilt.

“Oh!” she cried, “Not so fast!”

This time the shiver that ran through her clit was twice as strong as before. If the director ever noticed though, then he paid no attention to her words. His member pulled back out again until only the very tip of his glans was left inside of her, and before she could so much as catch her breath, he thrust himself forward a second time without a single regard for how she felt. Like her pleasure didn’t matter to him at all, and gripping down against the opposite edge of the desk she tried everything she could to hold back the very beginnings of a release building up inside of her like a dam waiting to burst.

Against the emptiness inside her pussy and the sharpness of his balls slapping against her folds though, no matter how hard she tried it was like trying to hold back a hurricane with nothing more than a prayer and a hope.

“Please, slow down!” she sobbed, “I don’t want to cum!”

The only response she got was another grunt. Her pleas might as well not exist for what they were worth. The old wooden desk creaked under their combined weight, and each thrust seemed to reach deeper and deeper inside of her as it dragged her closer to the edge of a climax that she really didn’t want to feel. Less so because of the shame of being ****, and more so because she didn’t want to be hit with the frustration of having it stolen away from her at the very last moment just like every other time before.

The orgasm suppression ring tightened down another fraction of an inch around her clit, and she sobbed in turn. Oh, how she hated the stupid little thing for making it so that she would never be able to cum, regardless of how frustrated her body was. Just like what was happening now as the director continued to trust himself in and out of her hole, and by the time she felt his member finally starting to swell up inside her rear, she was already begging for it to stop.

“Ah, I can’t!” she whimpered, “It won’t let me… please, please, please…”

The director's hands were like iron bands on her waist as he held her down. Between her legs he continued to pound away before giving her one last push, and a sense of heat soon followed from somewhere deep inside of her as she felt the steady pulse of his semen start to spill out. Like a rush of red hot lava from a volcano, and she shuddered at the warmth.

One… two… three…

Her pussy let out another throb. The torment never seemed to stop even as her clit twitched again from underneath its hood. The last remaining bits of her strength was all but spent now with her nipples standing straight up, and she sobbed as she felt another trickle of wetness leak out. Please, just make it stop, she begged again. Each time her walls tried to clench it was like her body had hit an invisible barrier, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the emptiness left over inside her womb. Another second longer and she was definitely going to cum, her body seemed to scream out. Her long-awaited climax after all these months, only that with her arms still trapped in front of her and nothing for her pussy to squeeze down against, the orgasm was sure to be ruined without a single ounce of pleasure at all.

After what seemed like an eternity though, the flow finally started to slow. There were a couple more pulses as the final remaining bits of semen slowly filled her up, and then it was over at last as the director pulled back out.

“Tried to cum at the end there, didn’t you?” he said, wiping himself off.

He reached over to run a finger down the center of her folds, and still bent over the edge of the desk Sophia let out a groan. Her entire body felt like it was on fire from being so close, and just the thought of another round made her breath catch in her throat. Even if she could convince him to use her pussy this time instead of her rear though, already she knew that doing so would be futile. Her climax was still as far away as it was when the orgasm suppression ring had first gone around her clit, and so letting out another sigh she slowly pushed herself back up.

The director reached over to hand over a plug, and biting down on her lips she spread her cheeks apart to slide it past the sensitive edges of her anus. Then, with the fullness of his semen now trapped inside, it was off to get her clothes. Piece by piece she pulled them on, starting first with her panties and then her bra, and then standing fully dressed at last it was finally time for her to go.

The sign out sheet dropped down in front of her, and she reached over to write her name at the bottom next to all the other Free Use girls. Sahar Mullen, Alina Dalton, Mary Holden, and then her own. Sophia Lee for Saturday next week at the public use stocks. What an excellent opportunity to look forward to. Six more hours of having to stay naked and bent over under the hot midday sun, and by the time she was free to go again it would be a miracle if she could even feel her clit at all. At least they would give her a bit of numbing cream afterwards though to make sure her suffering didn’t last too long.

The bus stop was just a mile or so down the street, and closing her eyes she slowly made her way over. The plug shifted from side to side with each step she took, and she had to stop every couple of seconds to calm herself down. Especially with the weight of the semen still trapped behind the toy, and she grit her teeth as her clit let out another throb. Just a couple more months to get through, she thought miserably, before she would finally be allowed to cum. Until then, however, the only thing she could do was count down the number of days she had to spend with a dildo shoved up her rear and her mouth full of cock.