After her session in the punishment cell, Lucy strove to be a better prisoner. She spent more time in her cell, working to fulfill her quota. As she stood balancing on the thin rods and pumping the dildos in and out of her holes, she tried to focus on increasing her speed. But she was now forced to take a discipline dildo in her vagina as part of her release from the punishment cell. The stretching it caused with each penetration was too much. Lucy’s other challenge was that she was now forced to take time away from working on her quota to re-attend basic orientation classes.

Lucy wanted to complain that she knew the rules and had ended up in the punishment cells because she had been too slow during her walk. She did not need to hear the rules like the new women just arriving. Especially if that was less time she could work on meeting her quota. Lucy shuttered as she let the discipline dildo spring deep into her pussy and at the wondered, she wanted to be allowed to continue to fuck herself like this. But it was better than earning another session in the punishment cells. That could happen if she fell much further behind. Lucy increased her speed as she took the dildo mounted on the door into her mouth, moved her arms up to raise the anal hook into her, and used her heel to guide the discipline dildo back into her taunt vagina.

Like her fellow prisoners, Lucy had her breasts thrust through the two circular slots in the door and was careful to ensure she did not ring her nipple bells. From the outside of her iron cell door, her lewd actions on the three dildos were invisible. A small sign with her name and number hung above the metal door from which her two immense breasts and belled nipples crudely protruded. While there was some small motion in her breasts that would convey to a visitor that prisoner Lucy was breathing, the motion was so subtle as to not cause her dangling nipple bells to chime. A visitor would marvel at how small the bells looked compared to her enormous breasts and then perhaps wonder why the breasts had a slight tremble every ten seconds or so. The visitor would never have guessed this slight trembling was the only visible sign of the discipline dildo forcing itself into her tight pussy. The visitor would have been even more impressed to learn Lucy was actually fucking herself with two other dildos, balancing on a thin rod, and wearing her prison heels with ankle chains, all while keeping her breasts nearly still.

On the inside, Lucy was never sure if she was being watched or her nipple bells monitored. So when she felt a crop hitting her breasts, she froze in terror. Had she gone too far and had she been ringing her nipple bells? She hoped not and she hopped off the thin rod and took a step back from the door. Lucy knew she only had a few seconds before the guard entered the cell. She rushed to make herself presentable. She was a mess with drool seeping out of her mouth and now across her breasts from her work on the door-mounted dildo. Her pussy was seeping her sticky juices that were also dripping down her thighs. The discipline dildo had been having its way with her. Her anus was thankfully clean. Lucy only had time to adjust her hair and straighten her hat before the door opened. She thrust her hands behind her head and pushed her breasts out to assume the position.

“I am sorry, I thought I had more time,” she pleaded as the guard surveyed her uniform from her heels to her hat. Lucy knew her stocking were not level, her labia rings were not straight, and her nipple bells were not centered among many other infractions. But she knew there was no use pleading for being allowed to return to fucking herself and that she was about to be marched off to her class.

A few minutes later, she entered a classroom already filled with other prisoners. There were four rows, each with four seats. The prisoners already sitting did not look back when Lucy entered and kept their faces forward and towards the front of the room.

Lucy soon saw why. Each prisoner was wearing a large lady trainer double dildo gag and supporting a dangling ring from its tip. A thin bar linked each prisoner’s nipple rings, and the middle of the bar ran through the center of the dangling ring. If a prisoner let the ring hit the bar, she would earn an electrical shock to her exposed breasts. This breast bar not only passed through each prisoner’s nipple rings and the ring dangling from the tip of the double dildo lady trainer gag but also extended four inches on each side of each nipple ring to connect to steel wrist cuffs. Each prisoner was forced to keep her arms at her side and bent at the elbow so she could keep her hands parallel to her breasts. Lucy understood why the prisoners wanted to keep looking forward and certainly not move their heads or hands and risk sharp pain delivered to their rosy red nipples.

But at least every minute or so, Lucy noticed each prisoner would quickly bob up and down in her seat. It was a brief bouncing movement and done with enough grace to only flutter their breasts. Still, this would cause the breast bar to dart dangerously close to the ring of the lady trainer and threaten a shock. Lucy saw some prisoners quickly flitter the lady trainer in their mouths to move the ring to avoid shocks. Other prisoners focused on keeping their rings perfectly still. Others tried to move their hands in sync with their breasts to keep the breast bar away from the dangling ring of their lady trainer gag.

As Lucy opened her mouth to accept half of the lady trainer gag, she gulped to take it all in. Now with the other half of the dildo gag protruding from her mouth, she watched the chain at the very tip hang straight down to dangle the ring right between her breasts. The guards threaded the breast bar through her left nipple ring, then the larger dangling ring, and finally her right nipple ring. The bar was longer than the distance between her breasts and the guards attached the wrist cuffs to each end. As Lucy felt her hands locked into each wrist cuff, she focused on the bar connecting her cuffs and running through her two nipple rings and lady trainer ring between her nipple rings.

Lucy’s nipple rings were small enough that any movement of her breasts would move the bar. But unlike the lady trainer used for walks, she could now control the bar to some extent with her wrists. To keep the dangling ring from her lady trainer she could either adjust the dangling ring with half of the dildo in her mouth, use her wrists to move the bar to a position in the middle of the ring, or move her breasts to adjust the bar too. Of course, Lucy knew the same methods to keep her from being shocked could also be the cause of shocks if she was not careful to keep her arms, breasts, and mouth all coordinated.

As Lucy carefully approach her seat, she thought why the other prisoners kept bobbing up and down in their seats and risking shocks from their lady trainers. But Lucy soon also understood the reason for bobbing as got closer to her seat. The seat looked more like an iron rod supporting a tiny circular platform she was meant to sit on. But not only was the circular platform too small to fully sit on but it was also coated in small points. While not sharp, putting her weight or exposing her pussy to these small rough spears would not be comfortable. Still, the spears were not her main focus as Lucy was looking at the thick red dildo protruding straight up from the middle of the thin circular platform. She also saw two jewelry thin chains, about 3 inches long, hanging down from each side of the red dildo. Lucy knew where it was going and lowered herself submissively onto the phallus.

In this prison, Lucy was now used to wearing thick prison dildos but inserting one while wearing this lady trainer was a new challenge for her. She worked to slowly lower herself onto the dildo so as not to jostle her breast bar. Keeping her hands rigid at her side, she pushed them forward just a little bit more so that the breast bar connected between them also pushed forward. This of course caused the breast bar to push forward on her nipple rings and stretch her breasts. But Lucy felt it was better the stretch her breasts a little to better control the breast bar and ensure it did not bounce as she lowered herself in small spurts onto her stool dildo. Lucy still had to pay attention to the ring dangling from the tip of her lady trainer gag. If she could keep the lady trainer still in her mouth she knew she would be ok.

When she had impaled most of the dildo, the guards clipped each small jewelry chain from the side of the dildo to her left and right labia rings. Lucy did not feel the weight of the thin chains but heard their tinkling as she continued to descend. When she had almost fully impaled herself, she felt the first of the spikes push against one of her labia lips. She immediately stopped her descent only to realize she could not remain in this position for long. Her thighs could only support her like this for only a few seconds, and the weight of her body would force her onto the base of the seat and the small spikes. Lucy let it happen and felt the thicker base of the dildo stretch her as the spikes dug into her. At first, they were just uncomfortable, but soon they began to dig even deeper. The spikes were not sharp enough to cause any damage to her skin or real harm, but sharp enough that Lucy needed to lift herself off them for relief and discover a new position to bear the spikes in.

So Lucy quickly found herself bobbing up and down on her seat. As soon as she lifted her pussy from the spikes she felt comfort return to where the spikes had been poking. But the comfort was matched by caution as she carefully coordinated her movement off the dildo to minimize any movement of her breast bar. As Lucy waited for the lesson to start, she settled into a pattern of sitting on the uncomfortable seat for about 30 seconds and then bobbing up on the dildo for about 10 seconds before lowering herself back onto it. Judging by the tinkling of labia lip chains and looking at the prisoners sitting on her sides and in front, Lucy could see she was not alone in the pattern.

When the matron finally entered the room, all the prisoners stood still on their dildos and froze in fear. “Before we begin the lesson, we must check your restraints,” the matron ordered. Lucy carefully lifted herself up on her dildo until her two labia chains grew taunt. But this was not enough and the matron ordered Lucy to stretch her labia lips by pulling further up. As Lucy struggled to maintain this painful position, the matron ran her crop along the exposed dildo that was now wet with Lucy’s juices from riding up and down it for the last thirty minutes. She looked at Lucy with disgust before moving onto the next prisoner. Only when all the prisoners were inspected could Lucy lower herself on her dildo and stop the burning in her labia lips.

“You may be new to this prison, but should already know that it is not acceptable to pleasure yourself like you all have. You are here to be punishment and reformed,” the matron barked out. “We will teach you discipline and humility as part of your reformation. Part of that is inspection where you demonstrate your progress and remember your shame. To help you learn about this inspection, more seasoned prisoners will demonstrate. Pay careful attention.”

Lucy would have groaned but for the half of the lady trainer dildo filling her mouth and fear of punishment for disobedience. She know all about inspections and waiting in her cell to be prodded and checked.

In a second, a curtain at the front of the classroom was pulled back to reveal a barred prison cells. A pair of young adult woman stood in the cell, wearing nothing but their prison hat and heels. As the matron tapped her crop on the bars of the cell, those two prisoners coyly approached the cell door and thrust their oversized breasts through the bars.

In a soft voice, each prisoner recited her number and sentence. “Prisoner M226DD434C, sentenced to serve hard time for the crime of lewd behavior” the woman on left announced while her neighbor introduced herself as Prisoner M232DD333D sentenced for unladylike actions. Reading the names also printed on their prison hats, Sally and Heather, Lucy thought what type of lewd behavior or unladylike actions either could have committed. They both were beautiful women with long legs and full shaped rounded breasts complemented by long silky hair worn in a high pony. But they looked too innocent and young to be criminals with their soft skin, perky nipples, and sweet faces. They reminded Lucy of young ladies she expected to see working at a fancy boutique store, not behind bars.

The matron used her crop to tap Sally’s breast. Sally timidly lifted her left knee and brought her left fetish heel up as high as efficient. “Prisoners like us always wear these tall fetish boots,” Sally explained in her soft bashful voice. “They are designed for naughty girls like us because they prevent us from running.”

Heather chimed in, “With these heels, we can only take small lady-like steps. It helps remind us that despite our crimes, we hope one day to be refined women. “When locked up in our cell, we at all times polish our boots first and work until they shine.”

Next the matron used her crop to tug on each of Sally’s labia and nipple rings. Sally winced and looked embarrassed, but in her soft voice explained “all prisoners like us have pierced nipples and one piercing in each of our labia lips. We at all times wear rings through each of our piercing,” she noted while gesturing to each of hers.

Heather continued. “Our rings are not heavy but they are strong. We at all times wear nipple bells hanging from our nipple rings,” she said while shaking her breasts so that her bells rang out. “Nipple bells let everyone know we are bad girls in jail and also prevent us from escaping. If we ever tried to run, the ringing of our bells would alert the guards. We are often not permitted to ring our nipple bells unless instructed. But other times we have to ring our nipple bells to communicate with the guards when locked up in cells that have no bars and only breast slots. Sometimes when walking we have to ring our nipple bells in tune with other prisoners.”

Sally finished explaining about the rings and bells by noting they needed to also be carefully polished each day. “When we are locked up in our cells, it is ok to ring your bells but if the guards enter your cell then you need to make sure your bells are hanging straight down and not crooked,” she continued. Sally showed how the tiny chain liking the bell to the nipple ring could get wrapped around the nipple ring if not careful.

Sally next showed off her collar, ankle shackles, and wrist shackles with more instructions on how to polish and keep them shining.

“Prisoners must at all times wear their pillbox stripped prison hat,” Heather next explained as she bobbed her head to show her hat was worn level and straight. “You put your ponytail through this hole in the back of the hat,” she demonstrated. “Even when we are alone in our cells, we never take our hats off. The guards need to be able to identify us at anytime,” Heather continued.

At this point the matron interjected. “This is the hat and heels uniform that you will at all times be wearing. When inspected you need to show that each part is clean, polished, tight, locked, and straight. When told to nod if they understood, the seated prisoners carefully shook their heads up and down. Lucy carefully moved her arms so her breast bar went up and down with the nodding of hear head and the ring dangling from the end of her lady trainer. She used the moment to also bob on the dildo and settle into a new position on the spikes.

Sally continued with the demonstration by taking off her heels and putting on her thigh high prison striped stocking. She quickly put her heels back on and stood by the bars to explain that she at all times checked her stockings were clean and had no pilling. “I always keep my stocking straight and ensure they rest evenly across my thighs,” she said while stretching each leg for a better view.

Picking up her prison stripped skirt, Heather continued “My skirt is designed to remind me that I must strive to be a lady, but short enough that my pussy and butt are always on display and ready for punishment.” Indeed, the skirt was no more than a narrow band of fabric held in place with a locking belt underneath that Lucy knew could be used for cruel attachments. Finally Heather showed off her corset and in her soft voice explained the corset is designed to force her breasts up and forward so that she can not use them to conceal contraband or tempt people. “Prisoners here all have large breasts so our corsets make sure they are ready for punishment and accessible to everyone,” she finished.

“Naughty girls like us should always be chained,” Sally continued as she produced a well polished two foot hobble chain for her ankles and a one foot chain for her wrists.

“We spend a lot of time locked up in our jail cell, but need to wear our chains even there,” Sally explained as she locked the chains in place. “Wearing chains helps remind us we are bad girls being punished,” she continued as she pulled her arms and legs aside to show the chains were firmly in place. “Our chains also make sure we cannot run or escape,” Sally added.

Fully dressed in their uniforms, Sally and Heather looked like sex toys ready to be used. Standing at the bars of their cell in their matching jail striped outfits, their belled nipples and ringed pussies were prominently highlighted.

“Before prison, I received a lot of attention for my looks,” Heather explained as she used her chained hands to point from her legs to her face. “But wearing this uniform helps us prisoners understand our bodies are now for punishment. All girls in this prison are also beautiful and seeing them so exposed like me has helped us all realize we cannot use our legs, pussy, breasts, or face to tempt people anymore, Heather continued.

The matron again interjected. “This is your routine prison uniform, but you will rarely be wearing just this.”

Heather took this as her cue to explain about the different prison dildos and their purpose. “Part of being a prisoner is being punished. Naughty girls like us have to take our punishment with vaginal training. All of us are in a program to allow our vaginas to accept larger dildos. At the monthly inspection, we are assessed for progress and our dildo size is often increased.”

Sally took over as she pulled a number eight prison dildo out of a box. Lucy was struck how wide it was compared to that she was sitting on. “When I first began my sentence, I could only take in a number three vaginal prison dildo,” Sally explained. “But as you can see,” she said pointing to the 8 at the base of the prison dildo, “I have made great progress. But putting it in is still very hard so I need help.”

Sally blushed as she explained that by help she needed to be wet. Because prisoners were not allowed to stimulate themselves, Sally had to ask Heather for help. Heather knew she was not allowed to use her hands, and quickly got down on her knees in front of Sally. There was a clanking of chains as both prisoners positioned themselves so that Heather’s tongue was right in front of Sally’s pussy. Sally tried to explain that this was better than the alternative, but soon became quiet as Heather began to lick her pussy with long wet strokes of her tongue. Both prisoners knew they had to be careful not to let Sally climax, but also had to go far enough so her pussy could take in the number 8 prison dildo. Soon it appeared that Heather’s face was lost in Sally’s pussy with just her hat visible bouncing up and down. Sally’s body began to quiver and her nipple bells rang out, but then a second later Heather pulled back and her face emerged from her cellmate’s pussy.