Lauren suffers

In the following days Lauren lost track of the time she spent here. She was standing a cell with a hood on her head, one of her legs held up by a chain, another chain holding her neck. She was also equipped with a chastity belt that held two giant plugs. The pain was immense. So was the arousal. But she could tolerate both. In a way she thought they were letting her off the hook easily, as what she did was a full blown escape attempt.

"Good morning, Lauren," she heard the voice of the person she hurt. Mistress Veronica. She learned her name through hearsay when she was dragged in the cell by the guards.

"Mhm!" she answered, gritting her teeth against her ballgag.

"I consulted with the others, but I ultimately decided not to put you in an encasement suit, and forget about the fact that you exist. In a way, what you did was actually exciting to me. It is so rare these days that I would be so invested in the breaking in process."

"That's right, you are going to become my personal ****. Broken in to the point that you won't even recognize your past self," she adds, and you can hear the clicking sound of stiletto boots against the floor. "We will begin in a couple of days. You will be just fine in this cell until then."