The next day

The next day you wake up horny, but also with thirst and hunger. The last two are solved through a dildo that you have to suck dry for breakfast. But the first one is something you have no answer for.

You struggle in your bonds for some time, your mittened hands exploring every part of your bondage. But you can't do anything. You hope that perhaps the guards could get in here and fuck you. However you have a pretty good guess that all of them are female. Or, if there is a male among them, the poor fellow is probably locked in a chastity cage, **** to stare at all the beautiful women here. Stars dammit! you think to yourself, and you start to grope yourself in the lack of other options.

At one point, while you are still busy with yourself, you can hear the cell's door unlocked. You hope that through some miracle, the person in question would fuck you, but instead, you are stood back on all fours, and you start getting led through the corridors.

You follow the mysterious person for some time, perhaps about ten minutes, then you recognize the sunken part of a door frame under your sinews. A good sign that you arrived somewhere.

"Sit down, pet," you hear from a woman once you are led through. You decide to do as ordered.

You can hear someone in stilettos taking a few steps towards you, then the ballgag is unlocked, and a huge strapon is pushed inside your mouth. Finally! You start to suck on it immediately, the entire rubbery thing down your throat numerous times as you keep going back and forth. At one point you can hear a gasp, and you keep going, right until your subject moans, two hands placed on your head stopping your motions.

"Interesting," you hear the woman's voice. All calmed down once the action got completed. "Why would a slut like you get assigned to us for disobedience?"

You recall there is a pause, the air particles thickening in the room. Then your head is pushed back from the dildo, and your mouth is opened.

"I've asked you a question, pet," the woman says while you were expecting a spit. "One that you can answer honestly."

"I didn't like the way my Mistress treated me," you answer, still unsure if this was the right idea or not. As it turns out: it was not.

"Hmm, so this one really needs a lesson," the woman says. Probably to herself, or perhaps to the person who led you here. "Get her a chastity belt. She will be prohibited to orgasm until her training is complete."

"What? I said you could answer honestly, not without consequences." She aims the sentence exclusively to you.

The straps on your legs are unlocked, then you are stood up in the room. In fact, it turns out that the heels are so tall, one of the women actually has to hold you. Such is the cruelty of this suit! Your legs are raised one by one, and two monstrous dildos are inserted in. The entire belt locked around your waist with a soul-destroying click. After that, you are knelt down, like nothing had happened, the straps on your legs locked back and your ballgag placed inside your mouth.

"Get her to Room Seven," the woman says, as your leash is raised up and you are led to the door frame.

"Of course, ma'am," the one who holds your leash answers, then once again you find yourself escorted through the corridors, unsure what awaits you.