The cafeteria

Vaggie groans as Charlie marches them into a crowded cafeteria and dozens of other prisoners look over to see her shameful state. "Charlie," she hisses quietly. "I thought we were going to the bathroom."

"Don't be silly, Vaggie," Charlie answers loudly, her voice clearly audible to the rest of the room. "With how much you squirted when you came, we need to make sure you stay hydrated too. Besides, there's plenty of places to clean you up here. Ohh, look, there's room at that table! Hey everybody! Do you mind if we join you? Vaggie got her face and pussy all messy so I need room to clean her up."

As Charlie chatters, she lays Vaggie down on one of the occupied cafeteria tables. Whipping her head around, Vaggie groans as she sees several other prisoners looking at her with contempt. She quickly tries to finally close her legs, but Charlie delivers a sharp warning slap across her sensitive pussy.

"Ah-ah, legs open baby. In fact," Charlie trails off before snapping her fingers, releasing a spark of glittering angelic power. With a pop, a leg spreader bar appears between her knees, locking around her thighs and spreading them even farther apart than before. Another snap and pop conjured a thin chain that stretched between the leg spreader bar and Vaggie's choker, forcing the angel to remain turtled atop the table with her legs spread wide. Vaggie can't help but moan as she realizes that her position leaves her **** pussy and asshole completely exposed to her gawking table-mates. "That's better! Now let's get your face clean!"

Laying helplessly in place, Vaggie resolves to just close her eyes and remain quiet as Charlie produces a wet wipe and starts rubbing at her face. This resolve is quickly tested though, as Charlie resumes chatting with the rest of the table. "Vaggie's face got all sticky see? She got so horny begging for an orgasm while some guards watched that, when she finally came, she went off like a fountain. Splewsh! you know? Her cell was practically a pool! And then, and then, the silly thing dropped right into the puddle! It was so adorable!"

Vaggie whimpers with shame as she hears the rest of the table laugh, some awkward but several openly mocking, and she's pretty sure she hears one of them mutter 'slut,' under their breath. Once Charlie finishes cleaning her face, Vaggie sighs with relief, only for Charlie to hum consideringly. "Hmm, looks like you got your shirt all dirty too. Oh well, arms up!"

With another snap, Vaggie feels the handcuffs disappear from her wrists. Instead of being happy though, Vaggie curses on the inside as she raises her arms straight over head and Charlie whisks her top off her. "Don't worry Vaggie, you can have this back after next laundry day!"

Vaggie wants to complain as Charlie pulls her hands back down, this time cuffing them together in front of her, but she knows it won't help. Instead, she just remains silent as Charlie wipes her exposed chest and crotch, hoping her predicament will end soon.

"Now," Charlie claps her hands excitedly. "Wait right here. I'm going to go get you something to drink! Who's going to be a good Vaggie and wait quietly for Mommy?"

Vaggie whimpers quietly, trying to get the expected words out as silently as possible, but Charlie just shakes her head while smiling patiently. Reaching down, Charlie sharply pinches Vaggie's exposed nipples, making her squeal loudly. "Who's going to be a good Vaggie and wait quietly for Mommy," Charlie repeated.

"I will," Vaggie answers, only for Charlie to twist and pull her nipples. "I'll be a good Vaggie and wait quietly for Mommy!"

"Perfect," Charlie releases her nipples and pecks Vaggie rewardingly on the cheek. "Be right back!"