Fiction Submitted by: Scott
Sharon cursed to herself as she had to make an awkward little hop-step up a
curb, causing a jingling to emanate from her breasts. She cursed her luck,
cursed the choice she'd made, and above all, she cursed the short little link
locked between her thigh hobbles. People stared at her as she made her forced
slow, hip-swaying walk down the pedestrian mall to her office building. They
always stared. Why shouldn't they? She was the only one out walking along in
a too-short, too-tight grey-blue state correctional department dress.
hated this. She hated every waking second of this. She subconsciously tried
to turn her head, to not see into the laughing eyes of the other pedestrians.
For the thousandth time, the too-tight, too-tall steel collar pinched her
throat at her jaw bone, stopping her. She was all too aware of the words
emblazoned on the collar, in large, clear letters:
Her formerly long, beautiful hair
that had hung nearly to her waist, had been cropped to a short pageboy style,
so that the collar would show from all directions.
FLORIDA DEPT. OF CORRECTIONS
It was "80's" night at the dance club on the beach. Sharon was 36, and 80's
music was her music. It was fun, albeit sometimes a little ridiculous to
dress up in those old styles that she had worn to clubs when she was in high
school. She needed the release from reality from time to time. Her
upper-management job was a killer, giving her migraines and insomnia if she
didn't cut loose from time to time. Sharon was going to cut loose tonight.
She'd started drinking rum & cokes before she left the house, and she was
ready to party after a few more at the club.
It was so loud in there. Why were clubs where you went to try to meet
someone too loud to talk to them? Sharon was flirting with a guy at the bar.
He was a broad-shouldered, good looking man with a mustache. His hair was
full, and stylishly short. He wasn't really dressed in 80's attire, unless
you counted the tight blue jeans under his dark t-shirt and sports coat.
Sharon didn't care; she wanted to drink, dance, and wake up at his place.
A bead of sweat trickled down Sharon's temple. It was too damned hot to have
a big, thick plastic "breast-chastity" plate locked in place over one's tits,
Sharon thought. The hundreds of tiny "breathing" holes drilled through the
thing weren't doing their job. She could feel every one of the awful device's
myriad of stainless steel straps biting into her upper torso at every step,
and every breath she took. They looped around her shoulders and connected
between her shoulder blades, pulling her shoulders well back and forcing her
tits even further into the breast chastity.
She would like to wring the guy's neck who designed the damn thing. It had
to be a guy, because no woman would have ever made another woman wear this
thing. It was a quarter-inch thick, and pressed flat against the length of
her rib cage, up to her collar bones. It's edges curved halfway around the
front of her torso, dipping down under her armpits. It looked like body
armor. Her breasts sweat and bounced inside two oversized breast forms
mounted onto the front of the chest plate. The breast forms were obscenely
shaped, from Sharon's point of view. They were outfitted with molded-in erect
nipples, and made the wearer appear to have F-cup sized breasts.
The worst part however, was that the openings provided for her natural D-cup
breasts were a pair of three-inch diameter holes through the chest plate into
the breast forms. Sharon's breasts were effectively and continuously
root-cinched. It was painful, humiliating, and there was absolutely no
respite from the awful pressure.
Sharon had dressed to get noticed. She wore a hot pink vinyl micro-mini tube
dress over a black leather garterbelt. It's six garters held her black
fishnet stockings up as far as they could, but fell short of the skirt's hem
by three inches. The hot pink, six inch high stiletto heeled shoes matched
the dress, and sported little padlocks on the ankle straps. She neglected to
wear a bra and panties, and also to bring the keys to her shoes. It was going
to be that kind of night!
Sharon enjoyed being tipsy, and she enjoyed flirting at this man and his
mustache. She made a continuous show of crossing and un-crossing her legs,
then dropping her keys and bending way over to pick them up, giving an ample
view of her tits as they would try to escape from the tube dress. She had
another drink, and saw that the man had pulled out a hundred dollar bill. It
was folded around his finger, the way a man would hold a dollar for a
stripper. Sharon stroked his inner thigh teasingly and spoke into his ear,
"What, are you going to make me an offer?" She was kidding, of course. He
certainly just intended to pay the bar tab.
Mr. Mustache raised an eyebrow and said "Why, what all could I get for
"Anything you want, sexy." Sharon purred into his ear.
"Tell me." He said
Sharon was enjoying this little game. "Well," she said, "first, I could use
my mouth on you, and then I could-" She stopped. The man's eyes had gone very
cold, and very hard. Another man stepped up from nowhere and took her upper
arm. Handcuffs were produced. "You have the right to remain silent," the man
said. No amount of explaining, nor any amount of crying did any good. The
other club patrons stared as she was handcuffed and escorted out to an
unmarked police car. The humiliation deepened as she was throughly and
efficiently searched in the parking lot by a female officer with an icy
disposition. She tried again to explain, and was told "Give it up, slut.
You're the third one we've taken out of this place tonight.
Sharon hated the chastity belt most of all. It was degrading, demeaning,
dehumanizing, and cruel. The hawkish looking old crone who had presided at
her predisposition had said "I've seen the evidence against you. Did you know
that your entire exchange with the officer was being video taped? I know you
think your going to try to plead out of this, but your looking at six to nine
months incarceration, minimum."
"I'm totally innocent!" Sharon had fumed. She was still in the slutty outfit
from the previous evening, with the addition of a full set of manacles that
she had worn through the long, sleepless night. Her wrists were tightly
cuffed behind her to a waist chain. A chain dropped down from the front of
the waist chain, between her legs, to T' into the ten inch long ankle chain.
The guards had found it humorous to expose her breasts for the other inmates,
and chose to leave her in the locked-on six inch high heels as well.
"Suit yourself, but you're about to get locked up." She paused, "Unless.."
"Unless what?" Sharon's stomach was a knot of fear. She couldn't go to jail!
Her career, her life would be over!
"We are trying out a new program," the judge continued. "The "get tough on
morality" laws have filled the jails to capacity, so they're trying something
Six hours later Sharon was bare naked, spread eagled, with her wrists cuffed
above her to an eyelet placed exactly high enough to make her stand on her
toes. Her ankles were held apart by a spreader device which was merely a
three-foot long steel pipe with an ankle cuff linked to each end. A
nasty-looking, heavyset woman was washing her down roughly with a bucket of
soapy water and a sponge. Sharon's temper was at an end.
"God damn it you fat, disgusting hag, get your nasty hands off of me and let
me down from here! "Sharon had screamed into the woman's face.
"That, my little bitch, was a mistake!" the uniformed woman had said with an
evil look. Sharon felt her blood run cold. Her pride wouldn't let her make an
apology though, and she compounded things by spitting in the woman's face.
The fitting area was like a doctor's office, only with the naked patient's
wrists and ankles cuffed. The heavyset woman took measurements with a cloth
tape and called them over to another woman who wrote them down. Sharon knew
she'd made a huge mistake by making an enemy of this woman.
"Shoes, size 7!"
"Um, excuse me, what shoes, and I'm an 8."
"Waist, 23 inches!"
"What, are you nuts? My waist is about 27 inches on a good day!" Sharon
"Correction, waist, 22 inches!"
"Under the crotch, 17 inches! Sharon had seen the measurement; It was
supposed to be 19 inches! All the measurements ended up being written down
many inches too small. There were three exceptions; The anal, oral and
"No, please!" Sharon had wailed. The guard had responded by cruelly
thrusting three gloved fingers with a dollop of lubricant up Sharon's virgin
"Oh God! Please! Don't!" The woman grinned maliciously.
"Mouth, double XL!"
Sharon's jaws ached every morning from that jaw-jacking gag. It was long and
round, like a tube with a small combination feeding and breathing hole that
ran it's length. It resembled something called a "penis gag" that she had
seen in an adult book store, only without the penile features. Why they had
chosen to make the gag, the plugs in her pussy and ass, and the heels of her
shoes bright safety orange she didn't know. It wasn't like anyone was likely
to miss them anyway. The hem of her uniform dress fell short of covering her
crotch by two inches; the brightly colored ends of the thick plugs were
clearly displayed for all to see.
She was required to lock the gag in place each weeknight by six p.m. The gag
contained an electronic signal device which would trigger punishment shocks
from the vaginal plug if it were not fastened securely in her mouth on time.
The timed lock would release at seven a.m. on
weekday mornings. On weekends, it remained locked in place at all times,
limiting Sharon to a liquid diet. She would have to suck whatever nutrition
she could through the half-inch diameter hole in the enormous gag. Going to
the grocery store with the horrid thing in her mouth for all to see was
beyond awful, but she had no "free time" available for such tasks.
Peeing was simple enough, it simply ran out through slots designed for the
purpose. Defecating was another matter; Once a day, during her lunch hour,
Sharon's routine now included a series of high-volume enemas. The plug in her
ass was plumbed to accept an enema nozzle, and for Sharon to evacuate her
solid wastes, they had to be made liquid. The gut-wrenching cramps were
horrible as her belly fought to distend against the unyielding steel waist
The judge had said "You'll do a full six to nine month stretch in jail,
depending on your behavior. A pretty little girl like you can expect to get
beat up at first, but soon you'll be paying for protection by being a sex toy
for a group of inmates. I'm told the pretty girls have to take it as often as
six times a night, every night." The way the judge had said this, like she
was talking about the weather, was the deciding factor for Sharon.
"Your public chastity and corrections uniform operate on a number of
levels," The man in charge of that department had said. "First, the chastity
devices will absolutely prevent you from giving a man, woman, or yourself any
sexual pleasure. Secondly, the devices are punitive, make no mistake about
that. You will be dissuaded from any repeat offence. Third, and most
important, your obvious discomfort and embarrassment make powerful
statements to the public. Your correctional wear says two things; Don't do
what I did, and Look at what your government is doing to clean up your
streets." The fact that she would she would have to sign a contract to wear
the punishment ensemble for a duration of two years didn't sway Sharon's
decision; she would do anything to stay out of jail.
The first thing they made her put on was a pair of super-heavy-duty, ultra
support type panty hose. These had openings at the crotch and anus. Sharon
saw that the thick material was sewn up the back of the legs, creating
old-fashioned seams and reinforced heels. The hosiery squeezed her toes,
feet, legs and bottom uncomfortably. Her toes felt like they were pressed
together into a point, and that all the blood was being pushed up out of her
Fitting the items was an enormous struggle. Especially the four inch wide
steel belt, which was sized a full six inches too small for her waist. It had
taken three burly female corrections officers and an impromptu tourniquet
made out of a leather belt and a night stick to get the chastity belt to lock
shut. Sharon gasped for breath; she could only just get enough air in her
lungs to sustain her. With the cripplingly tight belt in place, Sharon's
resistance was enfeebled to inconsequence. She had wailed long and loud as
the huge, safety orange vaginal and anal plugs were methodically worked into
place. She was sure that her distended openings were ruined forever. The
too-short steel crotch strap and protective panel spread her ass cheeks
uncomfortably wide and forced the punishment plugs still deeper into her
The steel knee bands and the solid four inch long link between them came
next. They bit deeply into Sharon's legs, just above the knee joint. They
were rubber lined, mercifully, but they were so tight that Sharon could
barely stand in them. Their diameter was too small to allow them to slip down
past her knees. To further insure that the hobble stayed in place, an
additional solid link had been fastened at one end to the crotch of her
chastity belt, between the plugs, and the other end to the solid link between
her knees. The ends of these links terminated at clever little ball joints
that allowed a full range of movement.
The breast chastity was awful by itself. The heavyset woman whom Sharon had
spat on added some accessories of her own to make it hellish. Before forcing
Sharon's generous breasts into the contraption, she had put a lightly sprung
"while-you-sleep" home ear piercing kit on each of Sharon's nipples, along
with a good coating of antibiotic. Then, she had dumped a half of a packet of
novelty shop itching powder into each of the cups, making sure to show Sharon
the empty packet. The continuous stinging and itching nearly drove Sharon
insane. She couldn't get at her breasts to clean the powder off, and the more
she thrashed around, the better coated her tits became with the stuff. The
slow, steady pressure of the piercing rings added an insipid, low level pain
to her nipples.
Damage was being done to her calf and ankle tendons, Sharon was sure of it.
The super-high, seven-inch heeled shoes were leveraged against her ankles so
that her feet were permanently held in line with her shins, held like a
ballet dancers pointed toes. Getting used to wearing them twenty four hours a
day and in the shower as well, had taken some time. It was still taking some
time, for that matter.
The shoes had come as another in a line of terrible surprises for Sharon.
"Like em' honey?" The heavyset woman had grinned as she twirled them on a
finger in front of Sharon's face.
"They lock on, like everything else. You're gonna' wear them and the rest of
these little goodies for a month at a time. Did they tell ya' that? Yep, and
at the end of the month, you get to come back and visit little ol' me, for a
check over and a re-fit if necessary. Most of my girls' keep getting smaller
and smaller waists, you know what I mean? I've got one little honey whose
down to 19 inches. I'm gonna' see if I can do even better than that with you,
She shouldn't have bought the hack saw. The file was a stupid idea too, but
that's what the prisoners in the movies used, and therefore that's what one
used to escape. It had been two weeks in her hellish predicament; It hurt,
and she could barely move around. The huge intruders in her front and rear
raped her continuously, pushing, pulling and bumping together through her
inner wall. Despite the pain, she was kept in a constant state of arousal by
their presence. It was never enough to achieve a much-needed climax, but
against her will, she was always aroused.
She could hardly function at work, her concentration was shot. Further, her
co-workers, even her distant underlings, no longer took her seriously or even
showed her any respect. They enjoyed watching her struggle from place to
place, and no one would lift a finger for her anymore. The incredible
humiliation of hobbling back and forth on her toes in the absurd shoes, with
the huge orange intruders sticking out of her for all to see, was too much.
She fled from work (slowly) and went to a hardware store. The clerk had
grilled her as to what she was planning to do with the file and saw, but sold
them to her anyway; After he made her walk all over the store while he
"searched" for what she needed!
The end of Sharon's first month of chastity finally came. With much
trepidation, she arrived at the appointed time for her inspection. The
heavyset woman from hell finally admitted Sharon to the fitting room. She
took one look at the scratched and scarred up locks on Sharon's chastity belt
and the other restraints and fairly shrieked!
"You've been after these with a saw, you little bitch! That's attempted
escape! That's a felony! Oh, you're in it now, my little twat! Sharon didn't
even resist as she was put once again into the wrist, waist and ankle
She was left in a small cell for two days, still wearing the manacles. Her
gag had also been put in place. Her cell mate was a cruel black woman, who
was chastised, hobbled and gagged, but not chained. She delighted in making
Sharon do doggie tricks to earn a chance to slurp food through the hollow
gag. The plate would finally be placed on the floor for her, and she would
have to kneel with her bottom in the air to suck pathetically at it's
contents. Her cell mate would then entertain herself by administering a
ferocious spanking to Sharon's upturned ass.
Finally, Sharon got to go before the judge.
"You just don't seem to be making very good life choices, do you miss?" The
hatchet faced judge had asked. She didn't expect an answer, as Sharon still
sported her bright orange gag.
"Well here's one for you, honey. Attempted escape and willful destruction to
state correctional property are both felonies. The escape attempt carries a
five-year minimum, and the willful destruction carries another three on top
of that. Sharon was so deep in shock at this point that the words didn't seem
real to her. She was going to wake up any time now, she was sure.
"Are you listening to me? Good." the judge continued, "I'm going to rule on
this matter right now. You are hereby sentenced to serve the two years
previous judgement, plus another five for attempted escape, plus I'm going to
give you four years for the willful destruction of property. That's a total
of eleven years, are you with me? Good. You are to continue to serve this
time as before, in public chastity, restraints and uniform. Additionally, you
are to perform 16 hours of community service per weekend, cleaning up
roadsides with a crew, for the first five years. Do you understand?" Sharon
nodded slowly. "Please please please just let me wake up" she plead to
"Last items. As a felon on release in the community, your collar becomes a
lifetime mark. Per our statutes, it must be made irremovable, and is to be
welded in place. Also, as a felon with a history of attempted escape, you are
now subject to the state's public safety restraint system. This means that
your home will be equipped with a pair of timed auto-cuffs. At seven p.m.
each evening, you are to place your wrists and forearms behind you and into
the auto-cuffs. They will secure themselves automatically onto you. You will
be free to move about, and even leave your residence, once restrained. You
will return to the auto-cuff machine at seven a.m. to be released, at which
time you will undertake wholesome daily activities. Do you understand?"
That was two years ago. True to her word, the heavyset guard had reduced
Sharon's waist to an incredible 18 inches, and had promised to reduce it even
further. Her plugs had been increased in size, as had her heel height; Her
shoes now sported ballet toes. The piercing rings had long since done their
work on her nipples. These had quickly been replaced by much heavier rings,
which were welded in place. Small bells were added to these, which tinkled
merrily inside the white plastic breast forms.
Another curb was before her. She cursed it, and the short link between her
knees. She step-hopped up it, making her tit bells jingle. "Only nine more
years" she thought, and sighed.
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