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In an authoritarian, conservative dystopian world, where a woman's sexuality is heavily demonized and regulated, two friends find themselves framed and jailed in a high-security women's prison

(M+F+/f+, bondage, prison, slavery, torture, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

Footsteps wake her up. Nara had just managed to beat the pain on her tits, her asshole, and the rest of her body, to sleep for about 15 minutes. Most of the others were now stored in their cages for the night, but not them. The female guards were getting ready for their 4 A.M swift switch, and they wanted one for the road. Her eyes half-closed from exhaustion, she doesn't even want to see them get the strap-ons ready. She only feels the rubber slid across her stretched-out tongue, past the wide ring-gag between her teeth. She is already retching from the filling of her throat, when the second dildo bursts through her sphincter, without a warning.

Next to her, Shanna is in semi-comatose state. The whipping marks on her back, ass, legs and tits, tell only half the story. Nara only wishes they will have their fun with her, and not bother to use her friend. Disappointed she sees another latex-covered figure approach the girl.

And this is just the first night...

12 DAYS EARLIER

"Markus? No way!" Nara objected at her best friend's inquiry. "Why not?" Shanna insisted, as the inseparable duo slurped their milkshakes, hanging out in their favorite coffee. "He looks cute and god knows you're not getting any younger. 30 is not that far away from 25", she said half-serious, half-teasing her friend. Shanna had a good reason for warning Nara. Ever since the turbulent geo-political tensions had been raised to an explosive point, a new, ultra-conservative regime had stepped in charge.

Increasingly authoritarian and deeply religious, the regime had a strong focus on demonizing any form of sexual expression, that went against their traditional, patriarchal standards. Its clearer target was "lust-driven" women, who exhibited any form of unnecessary sexual expression. Women could be prosecuted and imprisoned for the simplest things like masturbating, being lesbian, having pre-marital sex or simply dressing too provocatively. All of these were dimmed "deviant behaviors" that were in no way in line with the new world order's image of a "proper female". Offenders could get sentenced from a few years to life in prison, for failing to adhere to the new laws of this society. And even when they returned to society, they were treated as 2nd class citizens - which to the naked eye appeared more like 3rd or 4th class.

Justice was swift and unrelenting, the women rarely getting any form of trial, or a chance at defending themselves. Most times, they would disappear from the face of the earth. Then, a couple of weeks later you'd hear a whisper here and a rumor there, that, "Natalie had been jailed for being a lesbian", and then, Natalie would most likely never been seen, heard or spoken of again.

In addition to those strict laws, there was a - for lack of a better word - "marriage deadline, which basically meant that any woman who was over the age of 30, and un-married, would lose all sorts of the state's rights, like public health benefits or the ability to open a bank account. Women in that group were also extremely difficult to be hired in most decent jobs, so basically, if you hadn't found a husband by the time you hit 30, you were blacklisted from society. All these laws of course, moved in accordance to the regime's view of the woman's main purpose, as a wife and mother, and little else.

The two girls were babies when the so-called "revolution" had taken place (between 2025-2027), and so they had been raised in this harsh environment. It was not easy, but it was the norm for them. Shanna was a 23 year old, half-black girl with glowing skin, and big, green eyes, under her dark, curly hair that could easily cover her perky breasts with their length. She never failed to attract men's eyes, as she'd walk across the sidewalks, usually in one of those long, but as tight as they could get, skirts, that were in fashion this year. They showed off her fine booty perfectly, and Shanna loved showing it off, despite being properly harassed a couple of times by law-enforcement officers, something not rare for a pretty, young think like her.

Nara, on the other hand, was white as milk, with pretty, shoulder length blonde hair, and sea-blue eyes. She was 25 years of age, but her petite physique and cute face made her look more like 19. She had a 25 year old woman's breasts though, always ready to burst from her buttoned shirt or the flower dresses she loved wearing. Unlike her friend, she was more introverted and shy.

"I don't like Marcus, he is a jerk. Didn't i tell you he grabbed my breasts, last time we were on that night-club?", Nara responded. He had hit on her a couple of times, part of a group of friends the girls were going out with, recently. But, as politely as Nara was turning his advances, he didn't seem to take the hint. Either that or he simply didn't care. "His brother is not better...", sighed Shanna, referring to Carl, her own admirer. "I'm not being an F-WORD, but there has to be some respect between the man i choose and me", Nara concluded. The F-word was not 'fuck', anymore, but 'feminist', a word that in this era had become synonym with 'terrorist'. It was taboo to even mention it, in a public setting such as this.

"Anyway, i got to go, Sandra will be outside of my house in a few minutes. That girl cleans like a champ!", she complimented her new cleaning lady's skills. "Thanks for recommending her to me." Nara rose from her seat. "No, problem, yeah...she's cool." responded Shanna, who was employing the young girl as a maid for the last 3 months.

Sadly for Nara, Marcus and Carl were again present at the following girls' night out at the club. The men's flirting was both just as aggressive and hands-y as Marc's was last time, to the point where both girls could not contain themselves. In a matter of minutes, Nara slapped the guy, while Shanna pushed him away, and called him a "fucking creep". Both of them left the club mumbling the same phrase: "I'll get you for this, slut."

It was a bright, sunny day and the two girlfriends were ready to begin their hike, with their cute hiking shorts, their sunglasses and their backpacks on. It was their favorite activity together, and they rarely passed on the opportunity to stroll up some deserted hill.

The two friends were walking across a gravel road, between tall trees and the hill, leading up to the hill-side, when they heard the sounds of a car, approaching from behind. As they turned their heads to face the sound's source, they saw it was a police van. It was weird for it to be on that kind of a path, with no houses or really any civilians around. It also looked to be in a hurry, certainly not taking a leisurely ride across the countryside.

Their nervousness turned into shock, when the van hit the brakes right beside them. Nara and Shanna had only a moment to share a scared look between them, until four policemen, stepped out of the side-door of the van. They quickly grabbed the two unsuspecting girls, and begun securing them, passing their arms behind their backs, then cuffing their wrists, then again passing metal cuffs above their elbows. Each girl had two men working on her, so there was no chance of resisting the arrest. The policemen worked quickly and efficiently, having repeated this procedure countless times.

The girls didn't even had to time to question or protest anything, as two huge, red ball-gags were shoved in their mouths and buckled at the tightest notch, painfully stretching their jaws wide. Finally, each girl had their legs shackled, with only a few inches of chain between the ankle cuffs. If that wasn't enough, another set of wider metal cuffs was locked right above their knees, so the girls had only a tiny wiggle room on their legs. Both of them screamed into their gags, and aimlessly kicked the air with both feet, as they were picked up in the strong men's arms and carried into the van. The side doors were closed and the van drove off. The sight of the girls' backpacks and sunglasses on the side of the road, the only clue that someone was there seconds ago.

Inside the van, the girls are discovering that they're not alone, but are accompanied by 4 other girls. Shanna and Nara recognized the two of them, Lena and Annya, a pair of hot brunettes that the girls often spotted during their hikes, and had struck a light friendship with. They, along with the others, were sitting on metal benches on the sides of the van, secured on the walls by thick, metal collars, which were bolted into the van's walls. Additionally, their shackles had been passed through a loop at the van's floor, in front of them. Along with all the cuffs, they could not budge an inch. Most worrying, was the fact that they were all completely naked, a pile of cut clothes on the corner of the van, indicated that they had entered the van dressed.

As soon as the girls were secured along-side the other captives, their cute shorts and tops were shredded off by the officers, with a pair of powerful, electric scissors, that had them nude in seconds. With their shoes, underwear and bras, all gone, too, the van's benches were now full, with six naked and secured women, being transported on a public "Women's Reformation Facility", a female-only prison better known as "The Fort of Tears".

The reason for that name became obvious once the girls were the girls arrived at their destination, and were pulled out of the van. The prison was at some point, a fort, a castle, but had been re-purposed with the highest technological and security standards. The castle's bailey was now part of its interior, with 4 floors build across the structure, making for a massive building that incarcerated maybe thousands of women.

Nara and Shanna were already trembling with fear. They didn't know why they were there. To their knowledge, no-one could accuse them of anything illegal. The van wasn't the only one, as they were three more, parked next to each other, each carrying human cargo just like theirs. In total, there must have been about 20 bound, gagged and stripped women of all sizes and races; though very few were over the age of 35.

Each group of girls had their knee-cuffs removed - not for their sake, but to speed up the process. They were then collared with a high-tech, steel collar, that snap-locked in place. As soon as the loud metal click was heard, two small lights, a green and a red one, flashed on, from the sides of their necks.

One of the captured women, a redhead not older than 20, foolishly tried to make a run for it, even shackled as she was. The guards let her clear about 30 feet, no one going after her, until one of them pressed a button on his remote, pointing it at the woman. She immediately fell on the floor, convulsing from the powerful electric shock, still coursing through her body. The guards chuckled at their mean joke. They had simply teased the girl with the hope of freedom. For them it was funny to see the girls trying to escape, bound and helpless as they were. Nara and Shanna, along with every other bound woman, watched in despair. There was no way they were getting out of there.

"The collars are also equipped to be detonated, so you bitches better behave", the girls turned to hear a deep, female voice. It came from a tall, woman, with silky, dark hair, dressed in a blue, leather one-piece, with long sleeves that fused into thin, fingerless latex gloves. Her DD breasts, stood proudly, presented through the cyan colored, crisscross lacing of the suit's cleavage, which, along with the lacing, moved obscenely down, past her belly Her full, luscious lips were also painted a strong blue color. The whole piece ended like a leotard, showing of the woman's seductive thighs. Matching thigh high leather boots, with 6-inch heels, were adoring her long legs. Finally, a velvet, cyan colored hood and matching cape, long down her ankles, gave her an air of religious reverence.

Behind her, 4 other women approached to join her. These were dressed in unison with black, tight leather uniforms that were practically tight mini dresses with matching thigh high stockings and black high heels. Even their lipsticks were dark colored. They appeared to be under the woman's command. "My name is Miss Kalya", the woman spoke. "I'm one of the 4 wardens of this prison. But you're to address me as Mistress Kalya at all times". All the captive women, kept their eyes locked on her, not a moan was heard now. "As a warden, i also possess the judicial authority to pass out your sentences. You will now each pass through the case submission area, and then begin your induction". All these terms seemed too confusing for Nara and Shanna at the moment; they just wanted this whole misunderstanding to end so they could return home.

The guards proceeded to link each of the inmates' collars together, setting them into rows of 5. Now, they had no choice but to move together as a unit. They were then prodded by the guards’ batons, to move into the facility, each mistress leading the way for each group of future prisoners. Nara watched how Mistress Kalya's cape waved in front of her by her quick steps. The blonde girl also noticed the leather crop that was hanging from a handle on the side of her corset. She was the one assigned to her and Shanna's group. The girls stumbled trying to keep up with the mistresses' pace, the shackles, linked collars and joined arms making their life difficult.

They passed through a number of corridors. The sunlight passed through the large, barred windows, as if mocking the two friends for the day they could have been spending. The whole place had a minimalistic, cold feeling to it, automatic sliding doors opening left and right of the leashed women, some of them triggered by a thumb print by the mistress herself. The optimism of the faint sunrays was destroyed by the sound of screams, shrieks and yelps, some muffled, some not that usually followed harsh, striking sounds. The noises seemed like they came from far away, even though they clearly came from the direction of those closed doors.

Moving past them, a latex-covered officer was pulling a young blonde by her collar-chain. She had been caught kissing a man who was not her husband, in public. He got away with a fine, while she'd rot here for the next 3 years. She was already covered with welts that seemed to have little time to heal. The girl was pulling against the chain, doing little to break the guard's stride, while pleading in desperation. "PLEAAASE, i can't go through this again, have mercyyyy!" She was then silenced by the jolt triggered against her neck, and the guard practically dragged her on the floor, until they disappeared behind a long corridor.

Nara tried to burn that image out of her head. What was that sadistic place?

After a long and difficult walk, the women reach a tiny room. No larger than a small office. One by one, each group of "linked" prisoners were pushed inside. This was the "court room", in truth, a parody of one.

The mistress, holding a paper-thin tablet in her hand, read out the sentences for each girl, starting with the two brunettes, who were already sobbing and drooling on their large ball-gags. The seemed like they already knew, things weren't looking good for them. "Lena Pereira and Annya Johnston...", Mistress Kalya began to read. "You were caught red-handed by members of your family, engaging in 3rd degree acts of lesbianism". That in legal terms, meant they had been witnessed having sex with each other. "You're hereby sentenced to 20 years of imprisonment". The two girls' muffled cries intensified at hearing the woman's words, but she didn't even flinch. Kalya took off her crop and stroke the girls hard across their chest, until she was sure they'd not bother her again with their pitiful whimpering.

She moved right along, sentencing a 32-year-old woman to a 2-year sentence for "provocative behavior/dressing", and a 22-year-old Hispanic woman, for sending sexy pics to an engaged man, to a 4 year sentence. Each girl was led out of the room, from the guards, leaving in the end only the two friends. "Shanna Alley and Nara Addington", the warden addressed them. "We have video footage, presented to us by Sirs. Marcus and Carl Litton, clearly showing you in acts of self-fornication."

The girls' eyes grew wide with surprise! Yes, they touched themselves often, but they were always careful to be out of sight or any suspicion. To satisfy their curiosity, the warden turned the tablet towards them. The camera looked to be hidden inside the girls' bedroom, but what was showing what beyond doubt. Nara was laying on the bed, naked from the waist down, comfortably spreading her legs and stroking her lips and clit. Same was the footage for Shanna.

"The bastards had set them up!" the girls thought, correctly. Either by breaking in while they were away, or by some other manner, they had find a way to sneak the mini camera inside, and then retrieve it. "Sandra!!!" The two girls got it at the same time. She must have been paid a hefty amount by the guys to plant the cameras in the girls' bedrooms.

The usual punishment for masturbating was one or two years in prison. However, since the footage contained numerous instances of the girls' pleasuring themselves and thus, breaking the law, the Warden gave them an exemplary sentence of 12 years. Before the girls had any chance of bargaining or protesting, (although heavily bound and gagged, how would they go about this?), they were strongly grabbed by their, almost touching, upper arms, and were dragged into the "processing area", where most of the 20 women from earlier, were.

There, various women-in-black, like the ones they'd seen before, worked on the new inmates in various parts. One was holding a thing that looked like a price-scanner. She traced along every inch of the skin, except the head, the warm feeling the girls had felt, was the feeling of their hair being electrolyzed. Going forward, another girl was holding a piercing gun, and she worked without a second thought on Nara and Shanna's bare nipples, as well as their young pussy lips and clitoris, "decorating" their tender flesh with ring piercings. Their labia actually had three rings on each lip. Next, a metal chastity belt was locked tightly around their slim waists, the mechanism similar to that of their collars, a red light flashing on the front. What was more insidious was the fact that the belt's pad, that covered their girls’ privates, had three rotatable locks on each side that were passed through each labia ring and were also locked.

As an establishment, authorized to avert women from any lust-fueled action, the prison's belts would prove impossible to be "bypassed" by any sneaking fingers, let alone removed. The belts were so tight and restricting, they soon would feel like an inevitable, metal second skin on the girls' crotch.

Additionally, their left ear was pierced with a tag, that wrote their new prisoner IDs: 21241-A and 21242-A. There was also a bar code right underneath, so that it could be scanned to reveal all the info associated with the prisoner. The two girls were feeling like literal livestock, treated like this. Their ball-gags were removed for another stud piercing to be punched through their tongues. At least they had the decency to let them relieve their jaws, though the girls weren't as chatty as they wanted to be earlier.

Lastly, with droplets of fresh blood still running down their bodies, from the rough pricks, the same number and bar-codes that adored their ears, were tattooed with an efficient laser pointer, on the girls' lower backs. It would be their first (and judging by the circumstances, their last) slut-mark. This also served as a permanent reminder of a woman's criminal past, a stigma that was illegal to be removed, even after their jailing was over.

The black, brunette girl and her black friend could not believe the drastic changes their lives had suffered. A couple of hours ago, they were enjoying the warmth of the sun on their (fully dressed) skin, passing time with their favorite hobbies. Now, their fates had been brutally altered. With their wrists freed and re-cuffed on the front, but the ankle-cuffs not going anywhere, Nara and Shanna were pushed inside a cell that looked like it should house no more than 5 people, but was filled with 30 female inmates. They were all pretty quiet, most of them darting around the crowded cell. Some of the women, had penis-gags on, the squeeze pumps sticking out from the leather panel. Any "troublemakers", or Chatty-Cathys, were treated to this hated gag, the rubber penis inflated until it filled their mouths and tickled the back of their throats. As with almost every other restraint in this facility, it could only be unlocked by a remote controller, which was operated by the prison's female only-staff.

Some women tried to get some semblance of information, regarding the state of this place, but most of them were too distraught to act on anything at the moment. The two friends only laid on each other's nude, chained bodies, and tried to cry themselves to sleep.

Description
In an authoritarian, conservative dystopian world, where a woman's sexuality is heavily demonized and regulated, two friends find themselves framed and jailed in a high-security women's prison

(M+F+/f+, bondage, prison, slavery, torture, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

Footsteps wake her up. Nara had just managed to beat the pain on her tits, her asshole, and the rest of her body, to sleep for about 15 minutes. Most of the others were now stored in their cages for the night, but not them. The female guards were getting ready for their 4 A.M swift switch, and they wanted one for the road. Her eyes half-closed from exhaustion, she doesn't even want to see them get the strap-ons ready. She only feels the rubber slid across her stretched-out tongue, past the wide ring-gag between her teeth. She is already retching from the filling of her throat, when the second dildo bursts through her sphincter, without a warning.

Next to her, Shanna is in semi-comatose state. The whipping marks on her back, ass, legs and tits, tell only half the story. Nara only wishes they will have their fun with her, and not bother to use her friend. Disappointed she sees another latex-covered figure approach the girl.

And this is just the first night...

12 DAYS EARLIER

"Markus? No way!" Nara objected at her best friend's inquiry. "Why not?" Shanna insisted, as the inseparable duo slurped their milkshakes, hanging out in their favorite coffee. "He looks cute and god knows you're not getting any younger. 30 is not that far away from 25", she said half-serious, half-teasing her friend. Shanna had a good reason for warning Nara. Ever since the turbulent geo-political tensions had been raised to an explosive point, a new, ultra-conservative regime had stepped in charge.

Increasingly authoritarian and deeply religious, the regime had a strong focus on demonizing any form of sexual expression, that went against their traditional, patriarchal standards. Its clearer target was "lust-driven" women, who exhibited any form of unnecessary sexual expression. Women could be prosecuted and imprisoned for the simplest things like masturbating, being lesbian, having pre-marital sex or simply dressing too provocatively. All of these were dimmed "deviant behaviors" that were in no way in line with the new world order's image of a "proper female". Offenders could get sentenced from a few years to life in prison, for failing to adhere to the new laws of this society. And even when they returned to society, they were treated as 2nd class citizens - which to the naked eye appeared more like 3rd or 4th class.

Justice was swift and unrelenting, the women rarely getting any form of trial, or a chance at defending themselves. Most times, they would disappear from the face of the earth. Then, a couple of weeks later you'd hear a whisper here and a rumor there, that, "Natalie had been jailed for being a lesbian", and then, Natalie would most likely never been seen, heard or spoken of again.

In addition to those strict laws, there was a - for lack of a better word - "marriage deadline, which basically meant that any woman who was over the age of 30, and un-married, would lose all sorts of the state's rights, like public health benefits or the ability to open a bank account. Women in that group were also extremely difficult to be hired in most decent jobs, so basically, if you hadn't found a husband by the time you hit 30, you were blacklisted from society. All these laws of course, moved in accordance to the regime's view of the woman's main purpose, as a wife and mother, and little else.

The two girls were babies when the so-called "revolution" had taken place (between 2025-2027), and so they had been raised in this harsh environment. It was not easy, but it was the norm for them. Shanna was a 23 year old, half-black girl with glowing skin, and big, green eyes, under her dark, curly hair that could easily cover her perky breasts with their length. She never failed to attract men's eyes, as she'd walk across the sidewalks, usually in one of those long, but as tight as they could get, skirts, that were in fashion this year. They showed off her fine booty perfectly, and Shanna loved showing it off, despite being properly harassed a couple of times by law-enforcement officers, something not rare for a pretty, young think like her.

Nara, on the other hand, was white as milk, with pretty, shoulder length blonde hair, and sea-blue eyes. She was 25 years of age, but her petite physique and cute face made her look more like 19. She had a 25 year old woman's breasts though, always ready to burst from her buttoned shirt or the flower dresses she loved wearing. Unlike her friend, she was more introverted and shy.

"I don't like Marcus, he is a jerk. Didn't i tell you he grabbed my breasts, last time we were on that night-club?", Nara responded. He had hit on her a couple of times, part of a group of friends the girls were going out with, recently. But, as politely as Nara was turning his advances, he didn't seem to take the hint. Either that or he simply didn't care. "His brother is not better...", sighed Shanna, referring to Carl, her own admirer. "I'm not being an F-WORD, but there has to be some respect between the man i choose and me", Nara concluded. The F-word was not 'fuck', anymore, but 'feminist', a word that in this era had become synonym with 'terrorist'. It was taboo to even mention it, in a public setting such as this.

"Anyway, i got to go, Sandra will be outside of my house in a few minutes. That girl cleans like a champ!", she complimented her new cleaning lady's skills. "Thanks for recommending her to me." Nara rose from her seat. "No, problem, yeah...she's cool." responded Shanna, who was employing the young girl as a maid for the last 3 months.

Sadly for Nara, Marcus and Carl were again present at the following girls' night out at the club. The men's flirting was both just as aggressive and hands-y as Marc's was last time, to the point where both girls could not contain themselves. In a matter of minutes, Nara slapped the guy, while Shanna pushed him away, and called him a "fucking creep". Both of them left the club mumbling the same phrase: "I'll get you for this, slut."

It was a bright, sunny day and the two girlfriends were ready to begin their hike, with their cute hiking shorts, their sunglasses and their backpacks on. It was their favorite activity together, and they rarely passed on the opportunity to stroll up some deserted hill.

The two friends were walking across a gravel road, between tall trees and the hill, leading up to the hill-side, when they heard the sounds of a car, approaching from behind. As they turned their heads to face the sound's source, they saw it was a police van. It was weird for it to be on that kind of a path, with no houses or really any civilians around. It also looked to be in a hurry, certainly not taking a leisurely ride across the countryside.

Their nervousness turned into shock, when the van hit the brakes right beside them. Nara and Shanna had only a moment to share a scared look between them, until four policemen, stepped out of the side-door of the van. They quickly grabbed the two unsuspecting girls, and begun securing them, passing their arms behind their backs, then cuffing their wrists, then again passing metal cuffs above their elbows. Each girl had two men working on her, so there was no chance of resisting the arrest. The policemen worked quickly and efficiently, having repeated this procedure countless times.

The girls didn't even had to time to question or protest anything, as two huge, red ball-gags were shoved in their mouths and buckled at the tightest notch, painfully stretching their jaws wide. Finally, each girl had their legs shackled, with only a few inches of chain between the ankle cuffs. If that wasn't enough, another set of wider metal cuffs was locked right above their knees, so the girls had only a tiny wiggle room on their legs. Both of them screamed into their gags, and aimlessly kicked the air with both feet, as they were picked up in the strong men's arms and carried into the van. The side doors were closed and the van drove off. The sight of the girls' backpacks and sunglasses on the side of the road, the only clue that someone was there seconds ago.

Inside the van, the girls are discovering that they're not alone, but are accompanied by 4 other girls. Shanna and Nara recognized the two of them, Lena and Annya, a pair of hot brunettes that the girls often spotted during their hikes, and had struck a light friendship with. They, along with the others, were sitting on metal benches on the sides of the van, secured on the walls by thick, metal collars, which were bolted into the van's walls. Additionally, their shackles had been passed through a loop at the van's floor, in front of them. Along with all the cuffs, they could not budge an inch. Most worrying, was the fact that they were all completely naked, a pile of cut clothes on the corner of the van, indicated that they had entered the van dressed.

As soon as the girls were secured along-side the other captives, their cute shorts and tops were shredded off by the officers, with a pair of powerful, electric scissors, that had them nude in seconds. With their shoes, underwear and bras, all gone, too, the van's benches were now full, with six naked and secured women, being transported on a public "Women's Reformation Facility", a female-only prison better known as "The Fort of Tears".

The reason for that name became obvious once the girls were the girls arrived at their destination, and were pulled out of the van. The prison was at some point, a fort, a castle, but had been re-purposed with the highest technological and security standards. The castle's bailey was now part of its interior, with 4 floors build across the structure, making for a massive building that incarcerated maybe thousands of women.

Nara and Shanna were already trembling with fear. They didn't know why they were there. To their knowledge, no-one could accuse them of anything illegal. The van wasn't the only one, as they were three more, parked next to each other, each carrying human cargo just like theirs. In total, there must have been about 20 bound, gagged and stripped women of all sizes and races; though very few were over the age of 35.

Each group of girls had their knee-cuffs removed - not for their sake, but to speed up the process. They were then collared with a high-tech, steel collar, that snap-locked in place. As soon as the loud metal click was heard, two small lights, a green and a red one, flashed on, from the sides of their necks.

One of the captured women, a redhead not older than 20, foolishly tried to make a run for it, even shackled as she was. The guards let her clear about 30 feet, no one going after her, until one of them pressed a button on his remote, pointing it at the woman. She immediately fell on the floor, convulsing from the powerful electric shock, still coursing through her body. The guards chuckled at their mean joke. They had simply teased the girl with the hope of freedom. For them it was funny to see the girls trying to escape, bound and helpless as they were. Nara and Shanna, along with every other bound woman, watched in despair. There was no way they were getting out of there.

"The collars are also equipped to be detonated, so you bitches better behave", the girls turned to hear a deep, female voice. It came from a tall, woman, with silky, dark hair, dressed in a blue, leather one-piece, with long sleeves that fused into thin, fingerless latex gloves. Her DD breasts, stood proudly, presented through the cyan colored, crisscross lacing of the suit's cleavage, which, along with the lacing, moved obscenely down, past her belly Her full, luscious lips were also painted a strong blue color. The whole piece ended like a leotard, showing of the woman's seductive thighs. Matching thigh high leather boots, with 6-inch heels, were adoring her long legs. Finally, a velvet, cyan colored hood and matching cape, long down her ankles, gave her an air of religious reverence.

Behind her, 4 other women approached to join her. These were dressed in unison with black, tight leather uniforms that were practically tight mini dresses with matching thigh high stockings and black high heels. Even their lipsticks were dark colored. They appeared to be under the woman's command. "My name is Miss Kalya", the woman spoke. "I'm one of the 4 wardens of this prison. But you're to address me as Mistress Kalya at all times". All the captive women, kept their eyes locked on her, not a moan was heard now. "As a warden, i also possess the judicial authority to pass out your sentences. You will now each pass through the case submission area, and then begin your induction". All these terms seemed too confusing for Nara and Shanna at the moment; they just wanted this whole misunderstanding to end so they could return home.

The guards proceeded to link each of the inmates' collars together, setting them into rows of 5. Now, they had no choice but to move together as a unit. They were then prodded by the guards’ batons, to move into the facility, each mistress leading the way for each group of future prisoners. Nara watched how Mistress Kalya's cape waved in front of her by her quick steps. The blonde girl also noticed the leather crop that was hanging from a handle on the side of her corset. She was the one assigned to her and Shanna's group. The girls stumbled trying to keep up with the mistresses' pace, the shackles, linked collars and joined arms making their life difficult.

They passed through a number of corridors. The sunlight passed through the large, barred windows, as if mocking the two friends for the day they could have been spending. The whole place had a minimalistic, cold feeling to it, automatic sliding doors opening left and right of the leashed women, some of them triggered by a thumb print by the mistress herself. The optimism of the faint sunrays was destroyed by the sound of screams, shrieks and yelps, some muffled, some not that usually followed harsh, striking sounds. The noises seemed like they came from far away, even though they clearly came from the direction of those closed doors.

Moving past them, a latex-covered officer was pulling a young blonde by her collar-chain. She had been caught kissing a man who was not her husband, in public. He got away with a fine, while she'd rot here for the next 3 years. She was already covered with welts that seemed to have little time to heal. The girl was pulling against the chain, doing little to break the guard's stride, while pleading in desperation. "PLEAAASE, i can't go through this again, have mercyyyy!" She was then silenced by the jolt triggered against her neck, and the guard practically dragged her on the floor, until they disappeared behind a long corridor.

Nara tried to burn that image out of her head. What was that sadistic place?

After a long and difficult walk, the women reach a tiny room. No larger than a small office. One by one, each group of "linked" prisoners were pushed inside. This was the "court room", in truth, a parody of one.

The mistress, holding a paper-thin tablet in her hand, read out the sentences for each girl, starting with the two brunettes, who were already sobbing and drooling on their large ball-gags. The seemed like they already knew, things weren't looking good for them. "Lena Pereira and Annya Johnston...", Mistress Kalya began to read. "You were caught red-handed by members of your family, engaging in 3rd degree acts of lesbianism". That in legal terms, meant they had been witnessed having sex with each other. "You're hereby sentenced to 20 years of imprisonment". The two girls' muffled cries intensified at hearing the woman's words, but she didn't even flinch. Kalya took off her crop and stroke the girls hard across their chest, until she was sure they'd not bother her again with their pitiful whimpering.

She moved right along, sentencing a 32-year-old woman to a 2-year sentence for "provocative behavior/dressing", and a 22-year-old Hispanic woman, for sending sexy pics to an engaged man, to a 4 year sentence. Each girl was led out of the room, from the guards, leaving in the end only the two friends. "Shanna Alley and Nara Addington", the warden addressed them. "We have video footage, presented to us by Sirs. Marcus and Carl Litton, clearly showing you in acts of self-fornication."

The girls' eyes grew wide with surprise! Yes, they touched themselves often, but they were always careful to be out of sight or any suspicion. To satisfy their curiosity, the warden turned the tablet towards them. The camera looked to be hidden inside the girls' bedroom, but what was showing what beyond doubt. Nara was laying on the bed, naked from the waist down, comfortably spreading her legs and stroking her lips and clit. Same was the footage for Shanna.

"The bastards had set them up!" the girls thought, correctly. Either by breaking in while they were away, or by some other manner, they had find a way to sneak the mini camera inside, and then retrieve it. "Sandra!!!" The two girls got it at the same time. She must have been paid a hefty amount by the guys to plant the cameras in the girls' bedrooms.

The usual punishment for masturbating was one or two years in prison. However, since the footage contained numerous instances of the girls' pleasuring themselves and thus, breaking the law, the Warden gave them an exemplary sentence of 12 years. Before the girls had any chance of bargaining or protesting, (although heavily bound and gagged, how would they go about this?), they were strongly grabbed by their, almost touching, upper arms, and were dragged into the "processing area", where most of the 20 women from earlier, were.

There, various women-in-black, like the ones they'd seen before, worked on the new inmates in various parts. One was holding a thing that looked like a price-scanner. She traced along every inch of the skin, except the head, the warm feeling the girls had felt, was the feeling of their hair being electrolyzed. Going forward, another girl was holding a piercing gun, and she worked without a second thought on Nara and Shanna's bare nipples, as well as their young pussy lips and clitoris, "decorating" their tender flesh with ring piercings. Their labia actually had three rings on each lip. Next, a metal chastity belt was locked tightly around their slim waists, the mechanism similar to that of their collars, a red light flashing on the front. What was more insidious was the fact that the belt's pad, that covered their girls’ privates, had three rotatable locks on each side that were passed through each labia ring and were also locked.

As an establishment, authorized to avert women from any lust-fueled action, the prison's belts would prove impossible to be "bypassed" by any sneaking fingers, let alone removed. The belts were so tight and restricting, they soon would feel like an inevitable, metal second skin on the girls' crotch.

Additionally, their left ear was pierced with a tag, that wrote their new prisoner IDs: 21241-A and 21242-A. There was also a bar code right underneath, so that it could be scanned to reveal all the info associated with the prisoner. The two girls were feeling like literal livestock, treated like this. Their ball-gags were removed for another stud piercing to be punched through their tongues. At least they had the decency to let them relieve their jaws, though the girls weren't as chatty as they wanted to be earlier.

Lastly, with droplets of fresh blood still running down their bodies, from the rough pricks, the same number and bar-codes that adored their ears, were tattooed with an efficient laser pointer, on the girls' lower backs. It would be their first (and judging by the circumstances, their last) slut-mark. This also served as a permanent reminder of a woman's criminal past, a stigma that was illegal to be removed, even after their jailing was over.

The black, brunette girl and her black friend could not believe the drastic changes their lives had suffered. A couple of hours ago, they were enjoying the warmth of the sun on their (fully dressed) skin, passing time with their favorite hobbies. Now, their fates had been brutally altered. With their wrists freed and re-cuffed on the front, but the ankle-cuffs not going anywhere, Nara and Shanna were pushed inside a cell that looked like it should house no more than 5 people, but was filled with 30 female inmates. They were all pretty quiet, most of them darting around the crowded cell. Some of the women, had penis-gags on, the squeeze pumps sticking out from the leather panel. Any "troublemakers", or Chatty-Cathys, were treated to this hated gag, the rubber penis inflated until it filled their mouths and tickled the back of their throats. As with almost every other restraint in this facility, it could only be unlocked by a remote controller, which was operated by the prison's female only-staff.

Some women tried to get some semblance of information, regarding the state of this place, but most of them were too distraught to act on anything at the moment. The two friends only laid on each other's nude, chained bodies, and tried to cry themselves to sleep.