Imprisonment

Jamie was the eighth woman to crawl down the ramp of the DFA van and onto the gravel pavement of the medium security prison before her. The loose rocks hurt her hands and knees as she was pulled forward by an officer who was using a pole leash. Once all sixteen of the gagged and collared women were lined up, not a single one over thirty, a prison guard came outside and opened a small hatch.

“All right you bitches! On through the hatch and all the way to the end.”

As women crawled through the hatch, he smacked each one on the ass with a whipping cane. Jamie felt the sharp sting as she entered the hatch into a narrow stainless steel corridor that looked like an air conditioning vent. The floor was grated steel that hurt just as bad as the rocks outside and the ceiling had sprinklers. She stopped just before her head touched the butt of the woman in front but the woman behind did not and she was pushed forward. Then she was pushed forward more, causing the women in front to move forward since there was no room to turn and she heard the faint sounds of the guards voice from the hatch.

“Get a move on!”

*whip*

“Hurry up!”

*whip whip whip*

The final girl in line suffered the most as her ass was constantly stung. The guard finally managed to close the hatch, thereby pushing the last girl forward and causing the rest of the girls to crush into each other.

A few minutes later the overhead sprinklers turned on a soaked them in a chemical solution, then some was sprayed from the below grates for full coverage.

*aaahhh AAAAHAHH!*

*EEEEEEEAH!*

*NNNNNNGGHHH*

All the women started screaming as the solution started to sting. To Jamie it felt like she was on fire. She, along with many of the women collapsed on their sides, if they could, in painful agony. It also didn’t help that every single one of them were wearing ring gags.

When the spray stopped a few minutes later, the entire top and side portions of the tunnel lifted up and caused some of the women leaning against the sides to fall over.

Moments later some guards inside the building sprayed them with a high pressure hose to remove the stinging chemicals. Since the new inmates were weakened from their harsh treatment, they had to be carried by some guards outfitted in hazmat suits since they didn’t want to be stung by the still lingering chemicals on the women’s skin.

Jamie was among the first six to be hoisted over a brawny shoulder and carried off like a soaking wet noodle, her green hair dripping down the hallway he walked. She was taken to a spacious room with the others where she was laid down on a hard metal table and strapped down. The guards came back a few minutes later carrying the rest and strapped them down as well. It didn’t take long for an older man with graying hair to come in and start talking.

“Hello cunts. My name is Mr. Stainz, the warden of this facility. All of you are here until chosen for your IS assignments. Some of you will be here until the end of your sentence. That is just the way it is. There are plenty of girls out there that re willing to work for less than what it costs to rent your sorry asses.”

He walked between the metal beds, leering at each of them.

“Now. This is not your standard prison with cells where you sit around doing nothing. There is no exercise yard for you to use, no place for you to work, and no entertainment. I could tell you what’s in store for you, but where would be the fun in that? Alright boys. Get these bitches to the meat locker.”

One by one, a gloved technician came in and rolled away one of the women on the table. When it was Jamie’s turn, she was taken to room filled with identical strange circular apparatus’s that were virtually identical except for size. Each had four metal cuffs welded equidistant from each other and and a square with a hole at the top and short plug hanging down. They were hanging on long protruding racks by size from one long wall and from the opposite were circular doorways’ that opened via iris, some with the women from before.

The technician measured Jamie then took down one of the metal rings off the wall and laid it on the floor in front of the nearest unoccupied door. Then he went and unstrapped her, picked her up, then lay her in the center of the ring directly on the concrete floor. He grabbed a handful of metal objects out of a nearby basket to put in his pocket, then bent over to put her wrists and ankles in the metal cuffs, securing them with the metal pins he pulled out of his pocket.

Jamie was thankful for the padding inside, even if it was tight. When the tech was done she was spread eagle on the ground, until he tilted up the apparatus so she was vertical and dragged her to the door making a loud scraping racket in the process. In front of the door, he reached out to press a button a hanging box, causing a hoist to lower a hook that he threaded through the hole on top, then hoisted her until even with the circular door. He pushed a button by the door causing the iris to open and send Jamie through. She stopped right on the other side where she could see only the closed door and a few tubes small silver tubes on the wall.

The tech then came through another normal door hidden from her view then took a coil of tubing from the wall. He measured and cut it, then attached it to a feeding device which he then proceeded to thread through her nose. Jamie's eyes widened when she saw the wide catheter which he failed to lubricate before insertion.

*NNNGGGGHH!*

"Hehe." The tech chuckled as he inserted the tube while roughly grabbing her ass cheek.

He went over to the wall and pushed a few buttons. A claw came down to wrap firmly around the hoist, then opened a couple holes for two nozzles to protrude. The tech brought over a step ladder and took both ends of the feeding and rectal tubes to plug and secure with clamps as well as plug in the ring. He then pulled out a smaller tube with needle from above and jumped back on the ground and crouched down in front of Jamie. He then spoke for the first time.

"The warden may have said there was no entertainment. But he meant for you bitches, not us guards."

The needle was then pricked directly into her clit and clamped so it wouldn't come loose.

*Ngh*

He then opened a box of electric stimulating pads and started to apply them all over her body. There were inducers inside the metal ring that fed electricity to the pads for both muscle stimulation and **** for the guards pleasure. Finally he brought over a neck restraint and a barcode scanner. The restraint was put on, then the tech scanned the barcode on the collar through the special slit. He then used the scanner to scan screen on the wall which started Jamie to move up.

Since she could only look forward because of the brace, she couldn't see her final destination. She was lifted a dozen feet in the air then over a wall where she was taken to the permanent female holding area. where she would stay until the end of her sentence or someone rents her. The ring descended in a room of hundreds of women on identical rings, which was not the only room. She was deposited a few feet behind another woman, who was squirming and moaning, and the box above was attached to a square metal tube. There were sounds coming from above, then the clamps opened and rose up to the ceiling, going back for the next woman.

Shortly afterward she felt her stomach filling, causing some of the hunger pangs to lessen, then her pussy started to tingle from whatever they pumped to her clit. Her muscles started to tingle, pleasantly at first, then painfully, then a sharp burning could be felt from her intimate core. Soon she started to moan in pain and squirm and jump, breasts bouncing around like the woman in front. She was now one of thousands of Vitruvian Women being tortured for the entertainment of the few men working at the facility and individuals who paid for live feeds of their ****.

Jamie F2265-00073538-B would serve her full sentence there, not moving from that spot. The ones who jailed her made sure of that. Her brother Donald managed **** for his sister on some of the perpetrators, but some were still too powerful. When she was released, his wife convinced him that Jamie's mind was too broken to be on her own and so she lived with them. Donald reluctantly started using her as a sex toy at his wife's behest as the stigmas of **** mostly went away with the anti-pregnancy chips, even though marriage was still against the law. By the time Jamie's mind became sane again she had accepted her new lifestyle.