After more sights, Claire finally reached her destination. Claire pushed her dildo pole down a hallway with barred cells on each side. The pole switched her onto a track leading through the open door of an empty cell. As Claire hobbled in, she felt the dildo pole slip out of her Pussy as it descended six inches into a hidden well in the track. This triggered the door to slam shut as Claire found herself locked in her new home.

With the dildo poll now lowered, she worked to Free herself as she pushed the tip of the dildo out of her Pussy lips. She was not sure if the dildo or her Vagina was responsible for the loud slurping sound that emerged. Trails of her sticky juices hung between the dildo and her Pussy lips as Claire forced them apart while staggering to support herself on her black Fetish 7-inch spike heel ballet ankle boots.

As she was trying to balance herself, her ankle chains jangled and she felt her breasts wobble. The straps around her breasts provided support to keep them pushed forward, but did nothing to stop her voluptuous mounds from bouncing up and down or side to side. Instinctively, she moved her hands to cup her breasts or at least as much of each large breast as she could hold with her slender hands. Still not used to her chains, Claire felt the cold iron of her wrist shackles touch her tender flesh while the chain connecting her wrists rolled across her now erect nipples. Claire had been proud of her large breasts, but now seeing them so exposed made her realize their ample size was now a liability in this reformatory.

Once she felt able to gain her balance and stand, Claire gazed around her cell. Against the back wall was a small cot with clean sheets and a small pillow. Alongside one of the sidewalls was a desk with a simple stool tucked underneath. The other wall had shelves filled with books and others filled with closed boxes. A bright light hung from the roof of the cell and made the juices covering her dildo pole sparkle. With horror, Claire saw the same sparkles on the floor and realized she was dripping from her still wet Pussy. With panic, she knew that this was more than what could be leftover from riding the dildo pole.

Claire needed to understand what was happening to herself. She could not be turned on by this cruel treatment and bondage. Claire did not want to be locked in Fetish heels, exposing her breasts, chained and collared, forced into a revealing skimpy uniform, and wearing a prison hat. As her mind focused on her outfit and moved from her heels up towards her dainty hat, Claire felt shame as she focused on the hat. She may have been bad, but she was not a prison girl. Knowing only a bow separated her hat from the very naughty prison girls was not fair.

Claire had heard stories about prison girls. Until today she had never really believed them. Prison girls were the busty bondegettes of stories whispered in the dark that girls told each other to scare or impress their friends. There were secret fantasies that each girl amplified to not be outdone. In this strict world of punishment and bondage, the poor prison girls were at the mercy of their cruel guards and vulnerable bodies. Lucy recalled many nights touching herself as she dreamed what it would be like to be a prison girl and forced to endure the pain and passion of their strict incarceration.

Now finding herself wearing the same Fetish boots and nearly the same hat as a prison girl, Claire wondered if the stories were true. Those stories were so scandalous that Claire could never repeat them, but she could relive them as the scenes now played out above in her active mind and below in her moistening Pussy.

Claire could not stop thinking about one group of very bad girls who had been sent to prison. They had been dancers at her last Adult school and performed at all of the local sports games. One morning she did not see them in class and later that day she learned they had been arrested. A few weeks later, Claire heard they had been convicted and sent to prison. Someone had visited the dancers in prison and brought back stories that were whispered among the students. Claire had thought these were wild exaggerations but now was not so sure anymore.

Each morning before they left their cells these dance girls who were now prison girls had to stand at roll call wearing only their heels and hats. Claire knew what this must feel like as she continued to wobble in her own heels. But Claire did not know everything as she had heard these prison girls wore nipple rings with bells and had a small ring piercing each of their plump labia lips. Claire now knew this could be true from her walk past the cells of the students being transferred to prison. After roll call, each prison girl was ordered to polish the bars of her cell using only her Pussy and mouth.

Claire pictured the desperate and nearly naked prisoners pumping their moist pussies against the iron bars, letting the cold metal spread their sticky labia lips and brush against their exposed clits. Claire thought of herself having to work each iron bar and needing to press up against each until she was widely spread and then lowering herself while depositing her juices along its length. For the lower part of the bars, she would need to crawl backwards to each so that a guard would see her round Ass pushed against the bars with one bar gripped tightly by her now-soaked Pussy lips. Claire would have to move her tender Ass up and down to ensure her Pussy polished as much of the bar as possible. For the parts of the bar higher up, she would need to first lean over, letting her unsupported breasts dangle, and use her tongue to lick each bar clean. For the highest parts, she would need to push herself against the cruel metal and stretch her neck while extending her now overworked tongue. With at least 15 bars for each cell, Claire realized polishing would not be easy.

With so many bars to clean, there would be no time for modesty as Claire imagined breasts and thighs protruding through or pressed against the bars as each prison girl worked to keep her Pussy spread around and sliding against the bare metal of the cell door. Claire imagined this was a dance that the poor dance girls never imagined having to perform. She wondered if the dance girls had to work in a shameful synchronized routine as they worked to polish their prison bars.

Would they be forced to coyly approach their prison bars in alluring modesty with one hand covering their naked smooth pussies and another the front of their massive breasts? With bashful gazes would they timidly reveal their sensitive flesh as they made coquettish movements of surprise as the first cold iron bar pushed open their Pussy lips? With pleading and ashamed eyes, would they begin to slide up and down the bars as they continued to feign violated modesty? Would the routine then change as the dance girls next reacted with amour and feigned pleasure as they threw their heads back, twirled their hair, and shook their breasts?

When they finished the first part of their routine, Claire knew the second act would involve polishing the lower parts of the bars with their pussies now pushed back against the bars from a crawling position. The dance girls would start this routine again with nervous modesty trying to cover their pussies and breasts with their bare hands. Claire wondered if their prudish actions would also be feigned as the absurdity of modesty in this prison was jarring. As each dance girl removed her hands to reveal belled nipples and ringed Pussy lips, once again each gaped in exaggerated shame and batted her eyelids. With exaggerated shock, each dance girl acted as if this was the first time she had seen her breasts ringed and belled. Given the coyness around their exposed breasts in the first act of their routine, evidence of their provocative work on the bars still on their thighs, and the fact they were now prison girls, Claire knew this performance was as coordinated as their prior dance routines. Claire wondered how this false modesty would soon transform into the girls provocatively crawling towards the bars. But her imagination was cut short as Claire felt her own juices sliding down her legs and onto the floor. She realized the prison girl fantasy for these dance girls was having its effect on her. If these stories were not a fantasy but real, Claire knew she must be careful to not be naughty and find herself transferred to prison.

She tried to banish the image of lusty and large-breasted prison girls polishing their cell bars. But now Claire kept instead returning to how she was herself locked in a prison cell, wearing a skimpy uniform, bound in chains, and dipping her juices across the floor. She looked down at the many bows on her uniform that framed her thighs, Pussy, breasts, neck, and face and wished she could take off the whole outfit. Would being naked be worse than this she thought? She sighed with defeat as she knew it did not matter with locks on her heels, shackles, and collar. She had no control as the dripping from her Pussy continued to remind her. She needed to banish those lusty prison girls and her own situation from her thoughts.

To focus on something else besides her plight, Claire looked out through the bars of her cell and into one directly across from her’s. Inside she saw a student who appeared to take no notice of her. Above this student’s cell was a board with her name and number, from which Claire read that this was Trudy and her number was 801. Trudy was sitting on her stool, intently studying a book. Trudy did not look like the type of girl who would read books. With her beautiful face and flowing hair, she seemed more like a model or athlete. Girls like this would never be seen studying and certainly never wearing such a revealing outfit.

Trudy seemed to wear the same uniform as Claire but had a small red tartan skirt around her waist. Claire was unsure if it was even a skirt as it was so short that even the bows of Trudy’s panties were easily visible. Trudy also wore the same prisoner hat as Claire, a reminder of the consequences of misbehavior. Like Claire, her breasts were thrust forward by the corset and framed with bows. Except Trudy’s breasts were enormous and appeared pierced with a small ring through each cherry red nipple. Like Claire, she wore simple wrist cuffs connected by 2 feet of chain. Trudy’s arms were resting behind her back with the chain linking her wrists dangling and touching the floor.

Claire wondered how Trudy could be reading if she did not use her hands to turn the pages of her book. Soon it became clear as Claire noticed Trudy would briefly lift herself six inches off her stool to reveal a thick dildo spilling out of her Pussy. Trudy would quickly thrust down on this same dildo and as if by magic a page in the book would turn. Lucy wondered if the book had a very large font as Trudy needed to turn many pages. With each thrust on the dildo, Trudy gave a small grunt but did not appear to otherwise react. As Trudy took the dildo in, she returned to a full sitting position with no evidence of what lay between the open zipper of her panties.

This was not as bad as polishing all the cell door bars, but Claire was now sure Trudy may be on the path to becoming a prison girl. The rings in Trudy’s nipples meant she had already been to detention. The stoic manner in which she worked the dildo and did not even attempt to use her hands meant she was afraid of any further infractions. Claire could easily image Trudy no longer as a student but now a desperate prisoner using her gorgeous body for polishing prison bars, marching in intimately bound chain gangs, or even enduring the dreaded training dildo cells.

“Trudy has an important exam tomorrow and is studying hard,” a voice sternly explained. Claire had been so focused on Trudy that she had not noticed a mistress approaching her cell. The mistress wore a dark black robe and held a long crop in one hand and a large ring of keys in the other. Selecting a large iron key, she unlocked Claire’s cell door and stepped in. She looked sternly at Claire with a frown of disapproval as her crop passed along the wet dildo, the dirty floor, and Claire’s wet thighs and stockings.

“Why are your panties unzipped? Do you like showing people your wet Pussy?” the mistress barked out. Claire flushed in shame as she realized she had forgotten all about the zipper in her lace trim panties. With a clanking of her wrists chains, she found the zipper below the rear bow of her panties and tried to push it through to the front bow. But the wetness of her panties seemed to be jamming the zipper, leaving her swollen and moist Pussy lips on full display.

“Please mistress, it is stuck. I am sorry,” Claire pleaded.

“You are here to learn to be a lady, not to pleasure yourself,” the mistress said shaking her head. “But as this is your first day, I will be kind to you. The rules state you must clean your transport pole anytime you get off it. While this offense could earn you detention, you can clean your pole now and I will overlook it. We will deal with your zipper after”

Claire was ready to ask for soap and sponge but recalled reading the rules about this. Students were expected to use their mouths to clean their dildos. They could lick or swallow the dildo but either way the task needed to be completed within one minute. As Claire saw the mistress pull a watch from a pocket in her robe, she knew this was not the time to plead. Prison girls had to clean all the bars, how bad could only one dildo be, she told herself.

With the tip of her tongue extended, Claire touched the base of the massive dildo as she marveled this had fit inside of her. The salty and sticky tang of her own juices made her tongue recoil in disgust. How could anyone force her to perform such a lewd action Claire wondered. But a firm smack across her rear helped Claire refocus as she saw only one way forward. She made a desperate plan.

Taking the entire dildo into her mouth, she forced it back into her throat. The taste was revolting and the shame worse. But fear of punishments helped Claire push the dildo deep and then move her tongue up and down the shaft with passion as she shallowed her own juices. Pity for herself and more for prison girls forced to endure much worse filled Claire as she forced the dildo in out of her mouth and past her widely spread lips. With her mouth exhausted, next she used her tongue to lick the base which she had been unable to fit into her mouth. With loud slurps her tongue worked franticly around the wide girth as she cleaned with abandon. She knew the crawling position she found herself in to lick the dildo left her breasts widely swinging and exposed her Pussy directly to the matron. Claire wised she had been able to close the zipper as prison girls had to exposure their pussies, not students like her.

“Perhaps there is hope for you”, the mistress said with approval as Claire knelt at the base of the dildo, gagging from the ordeal. The matron then offered Claire an explanation of what she had seen early today. “This reformatory will teach you how to be a lady. But as you saw on your walk, students who break the rules are dealt with firmly. Detention is for small offenses but can also be made more severe.” Claire thought back to the dungeon hallway with different cells full of students. “Students with too many infractions are sent to a medium security prison for one month to one year.” Claire vividly recalled the orange uniformed prisoners. “Students who continue to fail must be sent to a secure prison and are not allowed to return. Your prison striped hat should remind you Claire that their fate could be yours. Only a bow separates your hat from theirs. While you have modesty if you would zip your panties, their pussies are always on display and for punishment”

The mistress continued, “On the other hand, we have superb students like Trudy who are making good progress. Trudy will be a fine lady ready to serve society if she does not break any more rules. For those students who follow the rules but cannot do well in classes, we still work to find other jobs for them. Many of our students find employment as maids. In fact, I have been been kind and ordered one student in maid training to come and clean up your cell right now.”

As if on cue, a student dressed as a french maid appeared at the door of the cell. Claire had worn sexy Halloween costumes before, but this student was dressed in a far more scandalous outfit than Claire had ever seen. The white lacy french maid’s hat was held in place with a black headband showing the student’s name and number. She wore a french maids pinafore that was nearly translucent through the black fabric and white frills. The pinafore had cutouts for the maid’s breasts which burst through the skimpy outfit.

Small rings dangled from the maid’s large and smoothly round breasts. She wore latex gloves that held her hands in rubber balls with only a small slit between fingers and thumb. Like Claire, she wore wrists cuffs connected by an iron chain. Also, like Claire she wore thigh high stockings and the painful bondage heels. But the maid had a shorter hobble chain that did not touch the ground or rattle like Claire’s. Claire noticed a thin chain connected to the middle of this hobble chain that appeared to run into what she imagined was the maid’s Pussy, as she recalled the bondage of the students bound for the stricter prison. Claire sensed that Pussy hobble chains seemed common in this reformatory. While standing erect, the maid’s pinafore reached to just the top of her Pussy lips and Claire thought she could see the tip of a dildo protruding. The maid was holding two wooden buckets between the fingers and thumb groove in her rubber balled hands. One bucket contained warm soapy water and the other rags and a ball gag.

The maid set each bucket down and then knelt. Opening her mouth widely, she looked at Claire and the mistress expectantly. The mistress picked up the ball gag and inspected it. It was a large red ball gag but different from other’s Claire had seen as a small brush protruded from its tip. As soon as it was locked in place, the maid pushed her face towards the bucket with water to wet the brush and then began to directly scrub the floor. The brush was so small that even Claire’s little cell would take a good deal of time to clean like this. As the maid crawled across the cell with her head and brush to the floor, Claire could see that the maid indeed wore a Pussy hobble chain. She looked in perverse fascination at this chain running from the maid’s ankle hobble directly to the base of a large black dildo spreading her labia lips in a wide circle.

“Unlike you Claire, our maid is not making a mess,” the mistress explained as her crop touched the base of the dildo protruding from the now busily scrubbing maid. “Several days in detention helped her learn restraint and she is careful not to pull on her lady chain. She used to think it was for pleasure but we helped her see otherwise”. To prove the point the matron forced her crop down on the middle of the Pussy chain and the dildo was dragged out just a little from the maid’s Pussy. When the matron lifted the crop and removed tension on the chain, the dildo rammed back into the maid’s Pussy and Claire heard a small moan of pleasure emerge from the maid’s gagged mouth. Claire looked with new admiration as the maid was careful to move her shackled ankles to ensure she avoided any tension on her Pussy chain. As the maid pushed her head back and force to clean the floor, she tried to not sway her waist and so move her dildo in any manner that could stimulate her. But every few minutes the maid needed to dry the floor and her challenge became harder.

The maid would reach into the other bucket and tease out a rag. Using the rings on her breasts, she would hook a rag onto each nipple and then begin to dry the floor. Watching such a beautiful girl fumble with her gloved hands to attach rags to her own breasts filled Claire with pity as she realized the maid’s ample curves that should be the envy of any girl were now treated as an object to be used. Acting like an object, the maid forced her breasts and the attached rags against the floor in broad arcs. But with this motion, she could no longer keep her waist frozen. As the dildo moved in and out with the movements of her breasts, Lucy could see the poor maid working to resist a rising Orgasm. Claire had to look away for fear she would become aroused but even then the clinking of the Pussy chain as the dildo worked in and out of the maid made it hard to ignore. Luckily the maid’s oversized breasts made drying the floor much faster and she soon returned to scrubbing with the fine brush protruding from her ball gag.