Chapter 7
Sondra was ordered to report to the medical facility four days later. Her
stomach felt hollow while she waited for her turn. Joan finally called her,
handed her a metal box with her name and registry number on it and escorted her
into an unoccupied room. Sondra was shocked to see that the technician who'd
administer her procedure was a man. He stared at her impassively for a few
seconds, then identified himself as Mister Richardson. He ordered her to remove
her slacks and panties and get on the table. Sondra turned away from him and
slipped her slacks and panties off.
"Face me and listen up," he ordered. He took a long look at her shaved pubis and
slender legs before continuing. "You can leave your shirt and bra on if you
want. Most inmates are more comfortable without them but leave them on if you
like." Sondra left hers on. Being naked from the waist down in front of him was
humiliating enough.
"I've worked here for three years so I know what I'm doing," Richardson stated
in a flat voice. "Don't bitch and whine and tell me you're uncomfortable. You're
a fucking inmate. It goes with the territory. Don't scream or yell. I don't like
noise."
Sondra hung her clothes on a hook and climbed onto the table. Richardson secured
her wrists. Joan withdrew Sondra's charging probe from the box, held it up so
she could look at it and exclaimed, "meet your date of the next twenty years."
"That's too big to fit!" Sondra blurted. She'd expected it to be much smaller.
It looked even larger than the one they'd used on Jenny.
"It will fit just fine once you've had a few sessions," Richardson said.
"You'll stretch to accommodate it," Joan assured her. "In fact, you'll stretch
enough to ruin your muscle tone if you don't do Kegle exercises regularly from
now on. You'll need progressively larger probes as your vaginal muscles stretch.
Intercourse won't be very pleasurable for you or your partner once you're
released. Maybe that's what the bastards who invented this torture had in mind."
Sondra panicked and struggled against her restraints. Joan bent over her, pushed
her shoulders down against the table and held her until she regained control.
"Try to relax," she said quietly. "Remember, the biggest probe will be a lot
smaller than your babies heads were."
Richardson took the probe from Joan, coated it and Sondra's labia with
lubricating jelly and ordered her to raise her knees, spread her legs and tilt
her pelvis. Joan took one of Sondra's bound hands in hers. Richardson parted
Sondras' labia and slowly forced the probe into her. Sondra gripped Joan's hand
harder, bit her lip and moaned as the head of the probe stretched her. She
sighed and relaxed after it passed the ring of muscle at the entrance of her
vagina. The technician forced the probe in until it pressed hard against
Sondra's cervix, then held it there while he extended the wings. One dug hard
into the top of Sondra's G-spot. The other stretched the back wall of her
vagina. She squeezed Joan's hand harder. Richardson ordered her to put her legs
down and point them toward the corners of the table. The probe felt even larger
and more uncomfortable when she lay flat. She bent her knees a little and tilted
her hips. Richardson pulled her left leg straight, tugged it toward the corner
of the table and restrained her ankle. He had to work a bit to position her so
that her right ankle was close enough to the restraint to secure it. Her legs,
while nicely proportioned for her five foot, one inch height, were short.
Sondra's husband had restrained her a few times before they made love when they
were newlyweds. It had bothered her. She'd felt too vulnerable and exposed. Now
she lay restrained in front of a strange man. She had never felt so helpless in
her life. Richardson ran his fingers over Sondra's pubis and lower stomach,
sending little thrills through her despite the discomfort of the probe.
"You're hairy," he chided. "You need to shave the night before your
appointments." He took a disposable razor and shaving gel from a drawer beneath
the bed and shaved he. He scrubbed two patches of skin just above Sondra's pubis
with rough cleansing pads, smeared contact paste on them and attached the
electrical pickups to her. He ordered Joan to leave. She squeezed Sondra's hand
and walked out of the room.
Richardson tapped her knee and ordered her to pay attention. He pointed to a
trace on the monitor in the footboard. "Look at this line. It's near the bottom
of the chart. That shows you're minimally aroused right now. The more aroused
you get, the higher the line goes. Watch it during the procedure. Concentrate on
keeping it low. That's a biofeedback technique you need to master. The lower
your arousal, the faster you'll be finished. This bar shows how close to 100%
you're unit's charged. You stay here until it hits the top. You got it?" Sondra
thought about Jenny's session and nodded uncertainly.
"Aren't I supposed to have a sheet over me?" she asked.
"Normally, yes," he replied. "But there's a notation in your file to record your
procedures." He pointed to a video camera she hadn't noticed.
"Why...?" she stammered.
"Who knows?" he replied and shrugged. "It's in the file, so you get recorded."
He pressed a button. The probe began to hum inside her.
"It's vibrating!" Sondra exclaimed.
"It vibrates a little because it charges your unit inductively," Richardson
explained as he pulled off his latex gloves. "Remember, the cooler you stay, the
sooner you finish." He walked out.
Sondra watched the trace rise as her excitement increased. She tried to not to
think about the pulsating probe that filled her or her rising need to climax.
She dug her nails into her palms and pulled hard on her restraints. Her efforts
momentarily dampened her arousal but it soon returned, stronger and more
insistent. She tried unsuccessfully to keep her hips from thrusting. Her passion
rose steadily until the trace reached the trigger level and shut off her probe.
It stopped vibrating. Her negator unit activated and sent voltage coursing
through her womb before her climax could begin. She screamed in pain and
frustration. The trace fell quickly but it began to rise again as soon as the
probe turned on.
Sondra bucked her hips and wwwiggled as much as she could to try to dislodge one
of the pads so she could finish. They remained tenaciously in place despite her
struggles. She blanked her mind, hoping that would help. It didn't. The hard
wing pressing into her now-swollen G-spot stimulated her relentlessly. She was
very close to climaxing when the extinguishing voltage hit her again. Her hard
nipples ached with unsatisfied excitement.
Joan walked in to check on her after an hour and a dozen cycles. Sondra stared
up at her and licked her parched lips. Joan bent over the table and wiped the
sweat from Sondra's face.
"You're soaking wet." She unbuttoned Sondra's shirt, opened it and ran her
fingertips over the hot, wet skin just below Sondra's bra and asked her if that
felt better.
Sondra nodded. Her arousal reached the point at which she could hardly keep her
hips still. She gave in to the need to thrust them.
Joan pulled Sondra's bra up, exposing her breasts. Sondra's passion surged when
the cool air hit her erect, Hershey chocolate colored nipples.
"I know they're sore from being aroused so long," Joan said soothingly while she
rubbed them with her palms. "And you're getting sore here, too aren't you?" she
asked as her fingers found Joan's erect clit. Sondra moved against her fingers
until the voltage spike blasted into her. She began to sob. Tears streamed down
her cheeks to soak her already-damp hair. Joan bent over her and kissed her
gently on the lips. The electronic door lock clicked. Richardson entered and
scowled at Joan.
"Can't leave them alone, can you?" he demanded, staring at Sondra's exposed
breasts. "You'd be in seventh heaven here if you could have sex with them,
wouldn't you, dyke?" Joan bit her lip, pushed past Richardson and left.
"You're not making much progress," he said after glancing at the charge
indicator. "You need to get with the program or you'll be in here all night." He
walked out.
Sondra licked her lips. They still tingled from Joan's kiss. She had never
kissed another woman except in friendship. Joan's lips had felt nice on hers;
soft and strangely exciting. A sudden surge of voltage took her by surprise. She
hadn't realized thinking about Joan had excited her so much.
Her first charging session took nearly 6 hours. Richardson checked on her twice
during that time. He held a straw to her lips and let her drink some water the
second time, while explaining that she needed to drink enough to keep from
getting dehydrated but not enough to fill her bladder, since there was no way
for her to relieve herself. After the fourth hour, she realized how right he was
about that! The system finally shut down and paged Richardson. Sondra was so
tired she hardly looked at him when he entered.
"You sure took long enough. It's nearly shift change," he admonished. He freed
her ankles. Sondra pulled her knees up to ease the pain in her hips and the
cramps in her calves and thighs.
"Spread," he ordered. She moved her knees apart. He twisted the knob on the base
of her charging unit, retracting the wings. Sondra sighed with relief. Her
G-spot throbbed from the pressure of the wing digging into it and being engorged
for so long. Richardson withdrew the probe from her body. The sensation of the
knob on the head spreading her as Richardson pulled it slowly free brought her
close enough to a climax. She tried unsuccessfully not to move her hips. He
negator unit extinguished her passion with a sharp jolt. Sondra smelled her musk
when the probe came out of her. Richardson bent over her and stared at her
breasts.
"Please take the straps off my wrists," she asked as coolly as she could. He
smiled and freed her. Her ordeal was over, at least until the next time.
