Lucy was nervous to meet her lawyer as she waited at the bars of her small holding cell. This was her first visitor and she had mixed feelings. She needed to talk to the lawyer but she could not meet anyone dressed like this.

Looking in the dirty mirror of her cell, she saw her youthful face reflecting. Without a ball gag stretching her ruby red lips, Lucy recalled her life before prison and how she used to look. But the black and white prison striped pillbox hat she wore on her head, with her name and prison number printed on it, quickly brought her back to the present.

She blushed as she checked her nipple bells and pulled her labia rings straight. The matrons would not bring her to the visiting room if her uniform was not perfect. These piercings were part of her uniform and subject to strict rules. The soft tinkle of her bells and tug of her small labia rings delivered a constant reminder of the need to obey regulations.

Lucy was still not used to her tall stilettos or walking with ankle chains. She hated the clanking of her shackles and clicking of her heels that echoed with even the smallest movements. She felt that her prison-striped thigh-high stockings only focused attention on her naked thighs, exposed pussy, and labia rings. The micro skirt they forced her to wear was a parody and even when she was standing up, it still stopped just above the top of her pussy. Yet it was so tight around her waist that it was impossible to pull down even an inch. The equally tight training corset revealed her toned stomach before forcing her waist even narrower and then ending in obscene quarter cups that pushed together and lifted her massive breasts. With her hands chained together with one-foot of chain, Lucy had limited mobility but enough to adjust her skimpy outfit.

The situation was ridiculous but she was helpless. Complaining would only land her back in the training cells. She shuttered as she recalled her last sessions with the extra weights she had earned for speaking back to the matrons. The memory of the darkness of those cells, the painful shocks, and the impossible denial was enough to make her tremble. As her nipple bells chimed with the shudder, she grew anxious and looked down to make sure they rested back in a straight position as they hung from her breasts. Everything had to be perfect if she wanted to see her lawyer. Lucy spread her legs so her ankle chain was taunt and cupped her hands together behind her head so that her breasts stood even further out.

When the guards came, Lucy allowed them to attach a leash to her nipple rings and another to her pussy rings. The ignominy of being leashed by her most private flesh shamed her as she was not even treated like a dog and led by her collar. As she struggled to keep up with the guards, Lucy wondered of new curses for her tall heels and clanking ankle chains. But the tug on her nipple rings kept her focused on shuffling along the cell block and trying not to fall or have her labia painfully stretched. Lucy wondered of speaking up and telling the guard that she would follow without any leashes. Where was a chained, uniformed, and belled prisoner like her gonna escape to that made leashing her pussy and nipples necessary?

Lucy sighed with relief when they reached the visitation room. But her relief quickly evaporated into worry as she saw many other prisoners sitting on metal stools and talking to visitors behind a glass barrier. To communicate, each prisoner was speaking through a phone. Some were speaking to lawyers, some to officials, and some to guests. The shame of having to be dressed and exposed like this mortified Lucy. But at least her skimpy uniform, nipple bells, and chains were not out of place as she gazed at many gorgeous prisoners also wearing the same outfit. While the prisoners wore their hair differently, with many ponytails and long flowing hair, they each sported the same prison hat, tight corset, flimsy skirt, stocking, and heels. Like Lucy, their large and belled breasts were prominent as they provocatively jutted out. Even without their uniforms, these oversized round breasts would easily identify all the prisoners.

But Lucy was even more worried about the phone than her exposed breasts. As she looked at the other prisoners, she noticed that every 20 seconds or so they would bob up and down. If they had been wearing even a mini skirt instead of the short band of fabric that was the uniform skirt, a visitor may not have seen why the prisoners bobbed on their stools. Lucy did not need to recall the prison rules to see the thick dildos that the prisoners were thrusting themselves against. Some tried to conceal their movements but their quivering breasts and trembling legs made it easy to see what they were doing. What Lucy could not see was the hidden pump inside the stool and the connected flywheel that powered the telephones. She knew from the rulebook that if she wanted to talk she needed to keep working the dildo on her stool.

As Lucy walked to her stool she saw her lawyer behind the glass. She thought what the lawyer must be thinking as she prepared to sit down. The dildo on the stool was wider than she was used to, and Lucy needed to spread her pussy lips to help it fit inside of her. She wished she could hide the sight of her now taunt pussy lips as they spread around the wide base of this dildo. Worse, the stool and dildo were positioned so close to the glass divider that Lucy’s breasts were pressed against the glass in a lewd manner. To begin the call Lucy had to start intense lewd movements on the dildo. She gave a pleading look across to her lawyer before starting to thrust with her thighs.

Lucy quickly understood why most prisoners were doing more than just speaking. Lucy could make out bits of their voices as they tried to talk while they panted, moaned, and cried out. “I did not do it. Ohhhhhhh. Please. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. I am so sorry. Ohhhh”, she heard from her neighbor. Lucy knew this voice and looked over to see that it was indeed Giana. The long-legged raven-haired prisoner was fighting to keep the phone line open as she plunged up and down on her thick dildo in a desperate manner. Giana’s dark ponytail swung wildly as tried to restrain her undulating breasts with one chained hand while holding the phone with the other. Between moans, she tried to plan her defense for her upcoming trial.

It did not take long before Lucy was working to contain her own moans. Her moist pussy was the signal that this must be enough to begin the call. Lucy picked up the phone as she forced the dildo deeper inside her. But there was no connection. In mounting desperation, she began to pump on the dildo at an even more rapid pace. But still, there was no connection. Only when she was sweating with exertion and speed did she hear a click and her lawyer’s voice. “You need to be careful Lucy, if you orgasm our visit will be over.”

Lucy heard the words as she fought back a rising tide of passion. Her nipple bells were ringing wildly and her ankle chains clanking loudly above her pants and grunts. The size of the dildo filled her thoughts as she forced herself up only to rocket back down onto it. Her lawyer tried to explain what Lucy needed to do, but it was hard to listen as she began to lose control. She dropped the phone in her passion and started to pump herself towards a grand climax. Right now she did not care that she was dressed like a prison sex object or would surely be punished for orgasming in the visiting room. She was so focused on the dildo that she did not see Giana’s look of horror or the guards approaching.

Lucy was not surprised as she was escorted back to the training cells. A long line of breasts spilling out of the cells told her she was in good business. At the end of the hallway, one of the cell doors was open and waiting for her. Lucy waited outside it in position as the matrons attached the gigantic training dildo and accompanying anal ring. She held still as they next connected the wires to her labia and anal ring, added the connected ball gag, and finally attached nipple chains to each side of the gag. The nipple chains linked to her gag made Lucy feel like a horse. The matrons tested the fit as an electrical current flowed up Lucy’s vagina, through her labia rings, into her anal ring, then up her back through to her gagged mouth, and then finally into each of her breasts. Lucy tried to not move or scream to avoid the crop as tears began to fill her eyes. When the test was over she was led into her cell and the cruel rubber anal hook was adjusted and then inserted. As the door of her cell slammed shut, Lucy prepared herself for the first round of many.

Lucy often lost track of time in this prison. It may have been an hour or day or weeks later when Lucy was back in her own cell with Claire. She told Claire her troubles and how her conversation with her lawyer had landed her back in the training cells. Claire pointed to the wide number seven-sized dildo in her uniform box and explained that she was having a hard time too as the matrons were now forcing her to wear larger-sized plugs. Lucy felt grateful for her number six-sized dildo that was already deeply nestled in her. Since leaving the training cells, Lucy was forced to wear this junior training dildo that would randomly stimulate and then lightly shock her. The matrons said it was to help reinforce what she had learned from her time in the training cells.

Lucy continued to feel degraded by her prison uniform but knew better than to complain about the contents of her box. She was now adept at quickly putting it on and ensuring her breasts were jutting out and pussy conspicuously framed. Both Lucy and Claire finished their preparations for the public visitation day. Claire used her chained hands to smooth Lucy’s pussy lips around the base of her dildo since Lucy was forbidden to touch herself like that. Claire straightened Lucy’s pussy strap and helped adjust her skirt. Lucy had to help Claire more as there was the matter of the number seven dildo. Following the rules, Lucy got on her hands and knees and crawled towards Claire’s pussy.

Claire sat on her cot with her legs spread widely to offer a clear target for Lucy’s tongue. Lucy could see that Claire was already aroused as her nipple bells chimed as her breasts heaved and her clit enlarged as Lucy got closer. Claire was already moist as Lucy carefully worked her tongue into Claire’s now slippery cleft. But to fit this number seven dildo, Claire would need to be much wetter. Lucy pushed her face deep into Claire’s crotch so that soon only her long brown hair and prison hat bobbing up and down were visible. Claire worked hard to avoid climaxing in Lucy’s face as she began to grind her hips while biting her lip. Down below, Lucy was immersed in Claire’s pussy as she hoped her soft licks could bring some relief to her cellmate. As she felt Claire’s now stiff clit thrust in her face, Lucy knew it was time to back out. Claire groaned with disappointment but quickly got to work as she shoved the number seven dildo into her now aroused pussy. Lucy had to help with the pussy strap and even tightening it all the way left the gigantic dildo hanging two inches beyond Claire’s now engorged labia lips.

Lucy quickly cleaned her face in the sink and applied simple makeup. She placed blush under her eyes and quickly applied eyeliner for a baby doll eyes look. Before prison she had rarely worn makeup but her prison training included lessons on what they called ladylike appearances. Lucy thought if being forced to wear a bulbous dildo and this salacious uniform were ladylike but banished the wondered as she finished her look.

Now both prisoners waited. Lucy loathed being this exposed as she knew what a sight she cut in her skimpy uniform, heels, and chains. But maybe one of the visitors would take pity on her and help her. Last week, one visitor had helped a girl get an early trial date after hearing the poor prisoner explain her misfortunes. Another had helped a prisoner earn early parole into the maid service. As the first visitor approached their cell, Lucy set to work.

“What are you doing time for, prisoner?,” she asked Lucy

“It’s not my fault ma’am,” Lucy replied in a bashful voice. “They say I cannot control myself and need to learn restraint. But I am a good girl and it is not true.”

“What do you mean control yourself?,” the visitor asked Lucy

Lucy swallowed and her face turned a deep scarlet. “They say it is, well I mean, they say I cannot control my pussy ma’am. But I can and am not a bad girl.”

“Good girls do not wear dildos like you are right now,” the visitor commented as she pointed to the broad base of the black rubber plug splitting Lucy’s labia lips in a wide circle.

“But they force me to wear it,” Lucy pleaded. She tried to point to the pussy strap holding the dildo in place. But a tug on her nipples reminded Lucy that today each of her wrists were connected by a thin six-inch chain to their nearest nipple ring. Lucy had not realized she had been covering her breasts with her hands until she tried to gesture at her pussy strap. She blushed again as she saw the visitor inspecting her chest.

“Good girls also don’t wear nipple rings or display their breasts like that,” the visitor noted with concern in her voice. Lucy implored the visitor that she was also forced to bear these rings and bells. To prove the point she bobbed her breasts to try and throw off the humiliating objects. Just then the dildo came to life at full power and Lucy was caught off guard.

All morning she had felt its size inside her, but it had not been buzzing. It was hard not be stimulated with such an object buried deep inside her, but Lucy had been careful to avoid movements that caused it to shift and stretch her. But now the dildo was stimulating her faster and stronger than she could remember.

“What are you doing?” the visitor called out as Lucy rolled her hips and began to move her pussy with the pulses of the dildo. Lucy tried to stifle a moan of pleasure but failed as sounds passion flowed out and echoed across the small prison cell.

Lucy tried to reply to the visitor but the words came out as another long moan of pleasure, as days of denial created a tidal wave of pleasure. Her body shook with passion as orgasm after orgasm rocked her. Even though Lucy tried to stifle her later moans, her peeling nipple bells and clanking chains gave her away.

“I am sorry ma’am,” I could not control it. The dildo made me. Please help me get out of here,” Lucy apologized to the visitor who was looking at her with disgust. Without the dildo I don’t orgasm.” Lucy saw the look on the visitors face and corrected herself. “I mean I can control my orgasms.

But the visitor was already walking away.

“Maybe you should try a different approach,” her cellmate Claire suggested. “Watch how I handle it,” she told Lucy as she prepared for the next visitor.

Before long, Claire was introducing herself to that next visitor. “They locked me up because I was a very dirty slut. My pussy was at all times wet. But the strict punishments here are helping me. As you can see, they are stretching my pussy with a thick dildo and this is teaching me the consequences of my actions. I also used to flaunt my breasts but now you can see they are bare, belled, and chained to my arms. My uniform shows everyone my punishment and helps remind me of my wicked past. If you will take the dildo out, I can show you how much I have learned. If you want to unchain my breasts, I will push them through the bars for you to inspect”.

The visitor produced a small key and gestured for Claire to approach the bars. She removed the nipple chains to free Claire’s hands from her breasts and then unlocked the pussy strap. Claire helped the dildo glide out of her pussy and held its base in her hands. “Would you like me to lick it clean ma’am?” she asked. Seeing a nod, she questioned if she should suck or lick the dildo and when told both were acceptable, went to work.

Lucy was horrified as the dildo was still sticky with Claire’s juices. But Claire seemed to not notice as she pushed the dildo deeper into her mouth than Lucy thought possible. With a gag, Claire let the dildo out of her mouth but did not pause as she transitioned to long and passionate licks up and down the shaft. When the dildo was clean, she placed it on a shelf in the cell and approached the bars.

Batting her eyelashes at the visitor, she said in a coquettish voice, “Even though I can take a large prison dildo, my pussy is tight. Please see how much I have learned in prison and test my tight pussy. I won’t cum unless you want me to. Let me also push my breasts through the bars so you can test them too. They are very heavy but also very sensitive, especially my nipples.”

The visitor produced a strap-on and Claire positioned her now naked pussy over a large gap in the bars designed to offer easy access. Her breasts just fit between the regular cell bars above this gap. Claire used her hands to guide the strap-on into her pussy and then grabbed the bars for support. She started gently, slowly moving herself up and down the strap-on while the visitor stroked her exposed breasts. Claire began to breath heavily as she worked at a quicker pace and the visitor started thrusting back. “Please ma’am, you can see I am a good prisoner” Claire pleaded. “Can I cum please. The prison dildo only stretches and helps punish me. But you can see I am still tight. Can I please cum?” The visitor agreed and in seconds Claire was moaning in deep pleasure. But seconds later she was on her knees, licking the strap-on clean.

After the visitor had left, Lucy asked Claire why she had debased herself and lied to the visitor. Claire pointed to her pussy which was still without any new dildo and jiggled her breasts to show they were not chained to her hands. No words were needed as Lucy felt the cruel intruder stir deep inside her.

Lucy tried a new approach for the next visitor. She used her hands to cup her breasts and stood by the bars with her legs spread as far apart as her ankle chain would permit. She gave inviting rolls of her breasts and arched her hips in a teasing manner. She tried to offer a shy smile which she alternated with a look of humiliated shock complete with abashed eyes and a wide open mouth. Lucy tried to look like an innocent girl, so shocked and dismayed to find herself in prison that she was did not even try to hide her swelling breasts and undulating pussy. Surely someone would come assist such a helpless girl forced into such cruel situation. Her mortification from the collar up and salacious movements below soon attracted a new visitor.

“I got into trouble because I was a bad girl,” Lucy explained in a shy voice. “I am so naughty that I have to wear this big punishment dildo,” she said while thrusting her pussy towards the cell bars. “It stretches me and shocks me when I have improper thoughts. I earn many shocks because I have many improper thoughts and am so naughty,” she said while suggestively shaking her breasts and letting her bells chime. “They often make me wear punishment weights from my nipple rings,” Lucy coyly explained as she continued to roll her breasts. “As you can see, I have large but very firm breasts so can take even heavy weights,” Lucy said while batting her eyelashes. Gesturing down to her feet, she explained to the visitor that the tall heels she wore stopped her from escaping.

When asked if she wanted to escape, Lucy quickly replied no. “I have at all times had a prison fantasy,” she bashfully admitted. “But I did not know prison would be like this,” she said while blushing as she moved her body in a wave to highlight her skimpy uniform and plugged pussy. She held her hands out to show how little she could move them away from her breasts and clanked her chains to show how bound she was. “I am still not used to prison dildos,” Lucy explained as she again rocked her hips to give the visitor a better view of the dildo splaying her. “This one is very tight for my pussy and you can see from how my love lips are spread so widely around it,” she said in a kittenish voice. “Having it inside me makes me very wet,” she whispered in an ashamed tone. “But I am a good prisoner so fight against temptation. I am learning to control my passion through my prison training. Would you like to test my progress?” Lucy said in her best seductive voice. “You can call me Lucy or Prisoner C821DD534F. I follow every order,” she said flirtatiously as she allowed her body to move in another suggestive curve.