A Prison Visit

Anyway, we reached the “prison” on the outskirts of town. A place fittingly built on the ruins of a Roman outpost. I guess building a proper prison was too expensive for this little town. Even more fittingly, half of it was a museum dedicated to medieval punishments practiced in the area.

Sadly, the museum was well populated. It seemed like a popular tourist destination in this part of the English countryside. Annie and I kept our heads low and bit our tongues not to lash out at the tourist’s remarks.

We went deep into the old fort, passing stocks, pillories, dunce caps… Huh, the medieval people really loved to shame people and punish them. And this town seemed to particularly relish them. Each **** device had a long plaque with a list of local people who were sentenced to use it in the past.

Would wearing these atrocities count as punishment for the old-timey people? It certainly feels more embarrassing than the stocks.

We continued deeper into the museum, watching the punishments evolve with the times. What stood out to me was a Glass Maiden. It was like a tiny Iron Maiden, barely big enough to fit one person, but without any pointy parts and made entirely out of glass, to show off the prisoner inside.

I was kind of hoping to stuff the magician in one of those. Wouldn’t that be fitting?

Then there was... a ball. Big one, made out of plastic, although the plaque said that it used to be made out of metal bars in the past. Apparently, for collective punishment? They would put all the wrongdoers inside and roll them across town to show them off and punish them.

The holding cells were at the back, and the security guard, a cute blonde barely into her twenties, informed us that prisoners were not allowed to have visitors. She also informed us we were breaking their no-shoes, no-shirt policy and that we should leave, or else we face the consequences.

She was only one guard, and a sleepy one at that, so sneaking inside the cells was as easy as crouching below her desk. We entered the cells, where, to my mutual relief and disappointment, the magician was still there.

“Well, well, detectives. Fancy seeing you here?” Lavania greeted us with her trademark smile. I have never been as jealous of a prison uniform before now.

Annie stood behind me as I eyed the cell. It only had a bunk bed and no extra clothes. There was a sketch of the town etched in the walls, and… was that a wrench under her pillow? Either she was planning to break out or was building a workshop in there. The fact that there was a flier for the festival under her bed, which included a full map of the area, seemed to point towards the former.

“You’ve been busy, magician.”

“On the contrary, I’ve been bored out of my mind. You two seem like you are having fun, however.” She reached under her bed and pulled the... newspaper. My tits spiraled out in the open as she showed me off. Urgh. “Enjoying the English breeze?”

“Don’t play coy. You are the one that-”

“Let me stop you there, detective. I really haven’t left my cell this whole week. Honestly, I’m glad. After being stuck for hours with my lovely posterior hanging in the air, I don’t think I can show my face out there again, unlike you exhibitionists!”

“We are not!” Annie yelled. “This is all a-”

“I don’t particularly care.” The magician cut her off. “The only thing I’m sad about is missing the festival. I heard it’s going to be one very exposing show . The guards were talking all about how that red-headed snob will never forget it…”

I narrowed my eyes. Was she hinting at something? “What do you mean?”

“I’m surprised you don’t know. Honestly, dears, it might be painful to relieve embarrassing memories, but you gals really ought to read the papers as well.”

“The p-“

“You lot! I told you to stay away!”

“Crap, we’ll have to cut our visit short. Come on, Annie!”

The guard was back, and she was mad! She was also not very agile, so it was easy for us to run around her. We left the cells in a hurry, attempting to cross the hall of punishments, but-

“Boss, wait up, something is grabbing me!” I could see Annie trying to run, her legs moving in place. Her tail, however, was held aloft. Almost as if a ghost was grabbing and yanking it back...

No. I bet it’s one of those invisible cables again... but how? The magician was in no position to use them. Unless...

My thoughts were cut short as I too was yanked back. Something tugged at the straps holding my skirt around my waist. I squinted, noticing the faint glitter of the cable hanging from the ceiling.

I was right!

Another set of cables shot out at me, nabbing the straps of my coconuts…It’s so obvious now, this is how we were stripped on the street! Except this time, it seems like the cables want to pull us back towards the angry security guard.

But they were not strong enough. Or rather, costumes were too weak. With a twip, our flimsy costumes snapped, leaving us naked once more… but, before I could take another step, the wood panel under my foot raised itself, launching Annie and me like a trampoline... Right into...

The open Glass Maiden.

The resilient maiden tumbled over the ground as gravity squeezed Annie and me inside. The opening closed behind us. Annie’s skin radiated heat underneath me as I struggled to move. At my back, the crystal cage sent a chilling touch over the length of my body.

I was once more trapped in quite the intimate embrace with my assistant. My considerable chest pushed her own aside to claim the space on her torso. Our noses were poking each other’s cheeks, and our wet lips awkwardly rested on each other. Our groins almost locked near our waists, or fingers and toes squeezed together as our buttocks were pressed against the sides of the glass.

The tourists surrounded us. They pointed and chuckled at the live demonstration of the Maiden we were unwillingly giving out.

I had to hand it to the old people, this punishment was really making my heart drill out of my chest. Annie’s as well. I could feel her chest thumping as if my nipples had turned to stethoscopes. The warmth of our joined bodies and blushes made the prison feel like a sauna.

“Come on! You gotta help us out!” I pleaded with the guard, my words slightly muffled by Annie’s lips.

She just laughed as she pushed the Maiden upright again. This... was not an improvement. Our new position allowed the people a better look at every squeezed inch of my body.

“No can do. I warned you about the consequences of staying like that, didn’t I?” the guard said, laughing as she returned to her post.

Great… we were stuck as the new attractions for the foreseeable future. Our infamy was sure to grow across the whole countryside now. But at least no one outside these walls will...

“Say cheese!” The cheery reporter was back, because of course she was, and she wasted no chance taking more pictures.

Annie and I groaned, our tongues brushing as we did. When it rains, it pours... and for what? The magician didn’t seem like the likely candidate for causing our humiliation. But then... who?