Care Unit for the Unruly - A very strict institute for horny females

[little pet]

chapter 1

From my hiding spot in the garden, I heard the van screech to a halt. Slamming doors, shouting voices… heavy boots ran up the path and I heard the beep of the intercom of the office that I worked at. A loud male voice boomed “This is the Special Care Unit madam, you called?” Through the intercom came the tinny voice of my traitorous boss, telling them I wasn't inside anymore and that I had just ran away.
“Search the premises, she can't be far yet” said the male voice, and I heard footsteps scattering in several directions.
I crouched down further, a little panicked now. They would surely find me if I stayed here!
I carefully peeked over the hedge I was hiding behind and I could see at least three men looking around the garden. They where dressed head to toe in white and carried tall sticks. On their chest was the emblem of the much hated and feared Care unit for the Unruly, Nefarious female Treatment facility or, CUNT as the public call it behind their backs.

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Today had started out like any other day for the last half year; boring and tedious. All day long, I had to transcribe handwritten documents by my boss. She didn't believe in technology and hated computers, so she still wrote everything by hand. But the documents had to be transcribed and filed away in the system and that's why she stuck me behind a computer instead. I worked from 8 in the morning ‘till 5 in the afternoon and I was only allowed a short lunch break. I hated my job, but it was all I could get, especially considering my past.

I had been in the Young Offenders Unit a few years earlier; part of the CUNT facility focussed on prevention and mentoring. I got only a mild punishment back then, but it did leave me with a mark on my ID, meaning it would be very hard to find a normal job. So I ended up here, as part of a rehabilitation program.
It meant constant supervision. Slacking wasn't allowed. Infractions were dealt with harshly. Typing errors had to be corrected in my own time. If I wanted to use the bathroom, I had to ask my boss, and she would have her secretary keep check of the time. I was only allowed two minutes in the loo.

Today I screwed up though.

The whole week, I had been feeling exceptionally horny. I was still on probation from my time in the Unit and that meant total chastity, no touching, no penetration and above all, no orgasms. But I couldn't help it. I have a very active imagination and once an idea forms in my brain, I can't get rid of it. I was dreaming of orgasms, hard, painful, humiliating orgasms. In the Unit, they had tried to empty my brain of such devious thoughts, as they called them. They believe that unbridled excitement and horniness are detrimental to psychological wellbeing and that they will most certainly lead to troublesome and criminal behaviour. Sex is only meant for procreation and it's certainly not meant to be enjoyed. That's why they'd fitted me with a chastity belt after I was released. I had been locked in it the past six months. Because of my good behaviour (It wasn't really possible to cheat a chastity belt), it was taken off last week. I now entered the last stage of probation; “voluntary chastity”. If I got through this, I would be totally free again, the mark taken of my ID.

But because my job was so boring, I was longing for some distraction, no matter how little, no matter how risky. I craved for some change of routine, some excitement. I was squirming in my chair, trying not to think horny thoughts. Trying not to sigh too loudly, trying not to rub my pussy against the seat of the chair. This would surely be noticed and get me into trouble.
I have resisted touching myself this past week, and my resolve was faltering. I decided I had to do something about it.

After I had my lunch break, I asked my boss if I could use the toilet. With a sigh, she summoned her secretary to go with me and we walked down the hall, toward the bathroom.
The second I got into the stall, I ripped down my pants and plunged my fingers in my pussy. I was incredibly wet. I started rubbing very fast and within moments, I was panting and sweating. It felt so incredibly good to finally touch myself! I knew I had to be quit because the secretary was right outside. Suddenly a hard knock on the door and she asked; “are you alright in there? What are you doing?”
I gasped “I'm ok! Just a few stomach cramps, I'll be out in a minute.” Damn! Almost there… I felt the waves coming, my pleasure was so great after all this time of chastity. Just a few seconds more…
“Come on, your time is up!” The secretary shouted. “I'm coming!” I called, which was very true in more ways that one. Coming I did… the waves of pleasure crashed over me. My knees buckled, my head was pounding… finally! Oh it felt so good. So damn good.

Panting, I sat back against the toilet lid. And then I felt I had to pee. Shit! My time was up already and the secretary was knocking on the door again. “Please, just a few seconds more” I called. I quickly peed, wiped and pulled up my jeans again. The secretary shot me a suspicious look. “Come on, back to the boss. You've been in there for almost four minutes. I'll have to report this,” she said.
I thought of protesting, but I thought that would only make matters worse. I figured I'd just tell the boss about having cramps, maybe a stomach bug or something.
When I stepped into her office, my boss was tapping her fingers on the desk, eyeing me suspiciously. She asked me why I took so long, why my cheeks were red and why I was sweating and breathing heavily. My excuses got me nowhere, she clearly didn't believe me. Then she stood up, bent down in front of me and, to my horror, sniffed the crotch of my jeans! She got back down behind her desk without a word and, with an icy calm, instructed her secretary to call the Unit.

I stood frozen in my spot for a while. Then, realising what this would mean, I dashed out of the room. I ran down the hall as fast as I could, punching the buttons on the elevator. When it didn't arrive quickly enough, I took the emergency stairs. Nine floors down, round and round I went, my feet pounding the steps. I scurried under the turnstiles in the foyer and got outside just before the sliding front doors closed shut. I had just enough time to hide behind a hedge in de garden, before I heard the van turn up in the driveway...


To be continued

[little pet]

Chapter 2


I had to get away! If they caught me, I would surely not get off as lightly as the first time in the Unit. I looked behind me. If I could just leap over the low wall a few metres away, I could use it as cover to get to the back alley that lead into the woods. I decided now was as good a time as ever. I turned, tried for a running start and jumped up against the wall. I struggled to get up, it was higher than I thought after all, but I managed. I was on top now. I looked behind me. No one had spotted me yet. Good. I carefully lowered myself down on the other side...

...Only to feel a pair of strong arms grabbing my waist. No! One of the men must have stayed behind, anticipating just what I'd planned to do. I tried to punch him and smashed my elbows in his rib cage. The grip loosened somewhat and I kicked my feet back against his shins. I must have caught him by surprise and I was almost loose. But then another white clad figure ran up to us and grabbed me by the wrist just before I could make a run for it. “Get off me!” I yelled. “Fuck!” Before I knew it, I was slammed face first onto the ground and one of them sat on my back, pushing my arms down. The other had grabbed my ankles, and was tying them together with leather cuffs. I couldn't kick now, so I tried to get my wrists loose. This didn't work at all, they were pushed painfully down onto the ground.

“Put her in the straight jacket, this one is wild!” One of them yelled. I was cursing and screaming, trying to fight the men off. But I was powerless. One small woman against three men; I was no match for them. They put my left hand in the sleeve of the straight jacket and then the right. They hoisted me up and pushed me against the wall. Two men held my arms outstretched and the third quickly closed the leather buckles at the back of the straight jacket. Then they spun me around, grabbed the leather straps on the ends of my sleeves, crossed them in the front, spun me back round again and buckled them close behind my back as well. “And now for the finishing touch,” said one of the men, smiling (he had particularly bad teeth, gross); he grabbed the leather strap that dangled down the front, ran it between my legs, through the buckle in the back and pulled it tight. Very fucking tight. An “oomphh” escaped from my lips and the men laughed. They let go of me for a second, enjoying my struggles. Smiling and satisfied that I wasn't going to go anywhere.

One of them picked me up, slung me over his shoulder and carried me to the back of the van.
His accomplice opened the door and I saw there was a gurney inside. They put me down on my back and secured me with wide leather straps. The doors slammed shut. I really wasn't going anywhere.

Anywhere but the Unit…

[little pet]

chapter 3

After the van had sped off, one of the men got into the back where I was strapped to the gurney. Around me were all sorts of medical equipment and machines. I realised this was actually an ambulance and the men must be paramedics. Why? I wondered…I wasn't sick!? Now that the shock had wore of a little, I started to struggle again. The realisation of where I was going started to sink in. I had heard about the “Special” Unit. I really couldn't go there! I started to scream, yelling at the men to let me go. I had done nothing wrong!? Was all this necessary because of one stupid miserable orgasm!? The man with the bad teeth got into the back with me. He smiled his ugly grin. Angrily, I spat into his face. “That's it young lady, this behaviour will not do.” He said this in a stern, almost school teacher like voice. I hated him. “I'll have to sedate you now,” he said as he held a syringe up in front of my face. I struggled even harder, but I couldn't do a thing as he pulled down my jeans and stuck the needle in my thigh. At once, everything went fuzzy. I didn't lose consciousness, but I felt every muscle in my body go limp. I couldn't speak and my tongue felt too big for my mouth. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The man moved away and all I saw was a white blur…

With a screech, the van skidded to a halt. I don't know how much time has passed, I was still floating on some strange blurry cloud. I barely registered the men opening the van doors and wheeling me inside. Inside… the big red brick building looming above me. Inside, all I saw were white ceilings flashing by as they wheeled me to some room and parked me there. All I know then, was that I must have nodded off. I didn't know how long I slept before a big woman clad completely in white, suddenly hovered above me. I was startled by a cold splash of water to my face. “Wakey wakey,” mouthed the white clad woman. More cold water and then a hard slap. Suddenly I was feeling very much awake!

I tried to sit up, only to be held back by the straps. “Try to relax girl. You've had a small medical procedure, and you can't get up right away.” Before I could wonder what that procedure was, the woman went on. You're in the Care Unit. A special treatment facility for unruly, over-horny females who's overactive imagination and sex drive get them into trouble. I see that this isn't your first offence and that you slipped up during your probation period. Tsk tsk, you must think you're a special case,” she said mockingly. “Don't worry, we know how to deal with the likes of you and a few years at the Special Unit will get you in line.” She continued her speech, clearly used to the drill. “I am Matron. That's all you need to know and you will always address me as such. You will address the nurses and the rest of the staff as Sir or Madam."

"We have four levels in this Unit. You start out at level 1.
This means you'll get a cell, a toilet and a wash basin. Food consists of porridge and soup. You get water and milk to drink, and two hours of exercise time outdoors. You'll go to our reform classes and follow therapy sessions, especially tailored to your disorders. You'll do chores under supervision and the rest of the time your cell will be locked.

If you behave well, you have the chance to advance to level 2. At this level, you'll have more variety of food, more time outdoors, a few privileges regarding your cell and free time. School and therapy sessions will of course still be mandatory.

For the really well behaved, there is level 3. These girls have shown that they're truly reformed. They have attained certain privileges and can earn even more by assisting the staff. School and therapy will continue but will be tailored to aid in the return to civilisation. It will be pointless to go into detail, as you probably won't reach this level in a long time.

We have one more level. This is level Zero. This is a disciplinary level. When you don't follow our rules, resist treatment or show otherwise unruly behaviour, you will be punished. You will become a level Zero. Believe me, level 1 is a walk in the park compared to level Zero."

[sir sam]

Oh fuck.... this is once Again becoming a masterpiece..... wow.

[Honeycombs]

I love this! I will be looking forward to more

[little pet]

Oh fuck.... this is once Again becoming a masterpiece..... wow.

thank you. And... a masterpiece, no pressure there ;-). I will certainly do my best.

I love this! I will be looking forward to more

Thanks, there is definitely more to come!

[little pet]

Chapter 4

Upon hearing this, my mind went into overdrive. What had she said? Several years, levels, punishment, disorders… what the hell!? I'd had just one stupid orgasm! And I didn't bother anyone with my horny kinky thoughts did I? I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, Matron shoved in a big ball which tasted horrible and rubbery. She quickly buckled the two straps that were attached to the ball behind my neck. It was quite big and I could only make muffled noises as I tried in vain to spit it out. To the ball, she attached a rubber hose. It was flexible and narrow and she hooked it up to a big bag that hung from a stand next to the gurney. She opened a clip, and suddenly a thick gooey mass slid into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow. The taste was bland, but the texture was horribly slimey. The flow didn't let up and I had to concentrate on gulping every drop down in order not to choke. “This is your dinner. Enjoy,” Matron said as she walked out of the room.

After what seemed an eternity, a white clad woman entered the room. She was very pretty. And she was tall! She was dressed in a nurses uniform. A white starched dress, that only came down to her thighs. A white apron and a white cap on her head. On her feet were white high heels that made her legs look like they were miles long. She had fiery red hair and steel grey eyes. She fixed my gaze with those eyes… I just stared, I couldn't look away. I realised I was staring at this beautiful woman while gulping down the gross fluid through a gag, straightjacketed on a gurney, and wait…were my pants off? Shit! Suddenly I felt very stupid ad small.

The woman stroked my hair. She smiled at me. Was this a kind smile? I didn't think so. She clamped the clip on the bag shut and thankfully, the gooey flow stopped. She removed the tube, but not the gag itself. Then she rang a bell. Another nurse came in. This was a man. A broad shouldered, dark haired man. He was handsome, and he had a softer expression. He was also clad entirely in white. White starched pants, boots and jacket. “Help me undo do those straps John, and be sure to keep her calm,” the woman ordered. “We have to get this one searched, cleaned out and into bed for the night.” They undid the straps holding my legs down. Then, held between them, they stood me upright. The straight jacket was still on, but the strap between my legs was gone. I staggered a little, feeling a sharp painful sting in my nether regions. “That will be the implant,” the woman said. “The pain will wear off quickly… as long as you keep in line that is…”

Together, they marched me over to a gynaecological chair. They made me sit on the edge, lay back and put my feet up in the stirrups. My legs were spread very wide and my ass was lifted up off the seat. They cuffed my ankles, so I had no chance to close my legs. Then they put a strap over my chest, forcing me to lay back. I was very aware of my naked pussy and ass now.

Matron came in again. She put on a pair of latex gloves, making sure to snap the fingers menacingly and stood between my spread legs. “Look at the state of this,” she said. “With all this hair it's going to be difficult to perform a cavity search. Who knows what she might be hiding in there?” I blushed bright red as both nurses laughed. I had wanted to shave my pussy, but I'd been in the chastity belt for the last half year, making any kind of grooming impossible.
Matron barked “Leah, get the depilatory cream!” The tall beautiful woman went to the cupboard and came back with a big flask and a towel. Matron took the flask, squirted a generous amount of cream on her hands and rubbed it onto and between my labia, above my pussy and even between my buttocks. After a few seconds, the burn started. It was bad and I squirmed. This earned me a hard slap on my thigh, and I went still again. “Just 10 more minutes dear. The good news is, this is permanent, so we'll never have to repeat this procedure again,” said Matron cheerfully. While I was still processing this new bit of information, the nurse, Leah, wiped away the cream with a towel, taking all the hairs away with it. My pussy was now as smooth as a peach. It actually looked very appealing to me, but the bad news was that I would probably never be allowed to touch it while I was in here.

Matron caught me looking and smirked. “I almost forgot to tell you about the medical procedure we performed on you. We implanted a little device right under your clitoris. Whenever you try to touch your pussy, it will deliver a nasty shock. We have a remote with which we can set the intensity as well as monitor your excitement levels. Whenever you become unruly, we can deliver a shock with a touch of a button. It will be activated once you’re out of the recovery ward in a day or two. We find chastity belts are outdated. It is much more effective when a girl feels the immediate consequences of her actions.” She seemed very proud of this. “We can deactivate it if we need to wash or search you, isn't it marvellous?”

I wanted to scream! In fact, I did, but the gag muffled my protests. I strained against the straps, wanting to kick someone. The nurses just smiled. They knew I wouldn't be able to do any harm.
Now I saw Leah grab a speculum from a trolley. She applied some lube and inserted it into my pussy. I flinched at this intrusion. It felt very cold. Slowly, she opened it up and I felt stretched to my limits. “You do the honours John,” Leah said and handed him a small flashlight. I blushed furiously when John bent down between my spread legs and shone the flashlight into my completely exposed and stretched pussy. “Nothing in here Matron,” he reported after a while.
“Good, but we still need to see what the rectal exam will turn up. Who knows, these girls stick all sorts of stuff up their backsides to get off.” I wanted to scream that they couldn't do this. They had no right. But all that came out what “mmmyou cammmth dooo diff.” And I realised they probably did have the right. Legally, they'd have everything covered. Nothing was going to help me now.

Matron held up her fingers, two of them, lubed them up and without further ado, inserted them into my ass. “Hmmpffnooo” I yelled, but she paid no attention. She felt around, prodded and poked. “You're certainty very loose. You must have had quite a bit of practice” she remarked. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the nurse’s expressions. Finally, the fingers were gone. Matron snapped off her gloves and dumped them into the bin.
“Nothing here so far. Let's get her cleaned out nice and thoroughly with an enema and see if that delivers us anything.” If not, at least it's one more weekly chore dealt with.”

After another humiliating ordeal, that I don't really want to remind myself off, I was put to bed. I didn't really want to sleep, I wanted to be rebellious and give them as much trouble as I could.
The straightjacket was off, I was in a flimsy hospital gown now, but my sleeping arrangement wasn't any less restrictive. To my dismay, the gag stayed in my mouth. The taste was still gross, but the rubber was soft, so thankfully it didn't stretch my jaws too much. There was a wide canvas strap that ran over my chest. One went around my waist. Two of the straps secured my wrists to the sides of the mattress. Another strap ran over my thighs and two individual straps were around my ankles, securing them to either side of the mattress. I could hardly move an inch. It wasn't really uncomfortable though. I could just lay there and pretend everything was fine. I just couldn't scratch my nose…or escape.
To my utter humiliation, they had put me in a pair of diaper-like underpants. “So you don't wet the bed dear.” The nurses said.

Though I felt tired as hell, I struggled to stay awake. After a short while, Leah came in, carrying another feeding bag. This one looked like it had liquid in it. Once again, the bag was hung high above my head, the hose attached to my gag. “This is your goodnight drink honey. Enjoy,” she said mockingly. This liquid was thinner and I had to work hard to keep up. Within minutes, the drink was finished. Instantly, I felt groggy. I hardly registered Leah taking the bag away and turning of the lights. “They must.. have spiked my dri…” I thought as I dozed off.

[lotusdriver81]

It’s going well so far. Good work.

[KittenLicks]

Great story! ^_^ I quite like your writing style.

I'm eager to read more! :D

[shynessincarnate]

Wonderful story so far. I'm definitely going to be following this story closely. Keep it up!

[little pet]

Chapter 5

The next morning, I awoke to cheerful singing and the smell of coffee. This was good! I cracked open one eye, then the other. It wasn't easy, I was feeling very groggy. I tried to rub my eyes, tried to yawn, only to be reminded of the restraints and the gag in my mouth. I tried to sit up, but was held back by the canvas straps pinning me down to the mattress. Slowly, I was remembering everything that happened to me yesterday, and the horrible reality came back to me. They'd drugged me, and I must have slept like a baby!
The cheerful singing stopped in front of me, and the lovely coffee smell wafted into my nostrils. I opened my eyes again. In front of me was a big chubby woman of about 45, with rosy cheeks and hair pulled back into a severe bun on top of her head. She took a sip of coffee. “Good morning, rise and shine!” She chirped. I looked at her with disapproval. It wasn't a very good morning in my opinion.
This new nurse busied herself with plumping up my pillow and pulling back my sheets. She was singing as she did so. Meanwhile, I could just lay there, longing for a sip of the coffee.

She filled a wash bowl with water and put it next to the bed on a cart. She pulled down my sheets and lifted up my hospital gown. “Oh my, you could do with a wash dear” she exclaimed. Good thing we put the training pants on you isn't it? You lot…tsssk”
“What the hell!” I thought angrily. “What do they take me for!? I'm a grown woman, not a damn toddler. They pump me full of liquids, drug me and then berate me like a fucking two year old when I clearly had no control over my own body.”
The nurse fixed me with a stern gaze, “now behave, and I will let you eat your porridge with a normal spoon instead of the bag. Maybe you can even sit up for a while. Your implant looks great, you're healing nicely. You might even be out of recovery by noon.”

After I'd been washed and had my temperature taken, my wrist and cheat restraints were undone by the nurse and Matron. They made sure to leave the restraints holding my lower body in place, while they put me back into the straight jacket. Then they undid my legs and made me stand up. I stood between the two women and they put some pyjama pants on me, while a third nurse went to get a wheelchair. I felt like a small child. They towered above me, their big strong hands holding me. I was being washed, fed and dressed by them and wasn't allowed to do anything by myself. And now I wasn't even allowed to walk or sit in a normal chair. When the wheelchair arrived, they pushed me in. They pulled a strap tight around my chest, fixing my upper body in place. My ankles were cuffed again and locked to the leg rests of the wheelchair.

“Nurse Agatha, will you escort this inmate to the mess hall?” Said Matron. “Inmate…” Even my name was taken away from me. With a curt nod, the big chubby nurse grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and pushed me through the door, into a wide tiled hallway. I realised that I'd only seen one room so far; recovery. Now I was about to see where I would be spending my days for a long time to come. I didn't even know how long I would have to stay. In the Unit, you didn't get convicted, sentenced… the Unit seemed to have the right to pluck you from your life and lock you up for as long as they saw fit.

All the tiles in the hallway where white, and so was the floor. The whole place seemed devoid of any colour. There were lots of doors. Locked, probably. Off limits to curious inmates.
We went right, through a set of double doors and entered the mess hall. There was a long wooden table with narrow wooden benches on both sides. Five women sat at this table, all dressed in the same flimsy hospital gowns, eating from bowls with wooden spoons. On the chest of the gowns, a big number 1 was embroidered. The women were all staring at me when we entered the room, but none of them made a sound.

Opposite the wooden tables, there were two more tables, these were square and had separate chairs. The chairs looked comfortable and the woman sitting there were dressed in grey t-shirts and skirts. These were the Unit’s level 2 uniforms, the number was embroidered on their shirts, and they looked a lot nicer than the hospital gowns the level 1 women were wearing. There was bread on the table, as well as fruit, butter, and orange juice.

In the back, on a slightly raised platform was a long table that overlooked the entire mess hall. At the table, I saw three nurses in their white uniforms having breakfast and surveying the room. Sitting with the nurses at this table, there were also four other women, dressed in white button down dresses. On their chest pockets, I could make out the number 3. These must be the “well behaved” girls, I thought. “They get to sit at the nurses table and enjoy a nice breakfast. Damn, they must have done a god-awful amount of sucking-up to deserve that.”
There was coffee, croissants and scrambled eggs and the smell of bacon wafted through the room. They sat there like royalty, surveying their underlings with disdainful smiles. It made my blood boil. I didn't like this idea of hierarchy. Being a level 1 would surely mean getting a lot of grief from the level 2’s and 3’s. Not to mention level Zero…

Nurse Agatha parked me at the end of the level 1 table. I was stared at by five pairs of eyes, but this section of the room stayed deadly silent. At the other end, the level 3’s and the nurses were conversing and laughing together. The nurse took my gag out and gave me a stern look, “no chatting, no noise young lady. Level 1’s aren't allowed to speak unless spoken to, understood?” I glared at her. This was a stupid and petty rule and I hated the unfairness of it.

“UNDERSTOOD?” The nurse barked. I huffed, but I replied meekly “yes madam.” She pulled up a a stool and sat next to me. “Good. I won't tolerate any insolence girl.”
She produced a tea towel and draped it over my chest, tucking it under my chin. Then she picked up a bowl from the table and began to stir the mixture that was inside. I was guessing this was the porridge. It looked horrible; a beige, lumpy and wet slurry. It made weird slurping noises while being stirred. “Now, open wide, this is all you will get for breakfast,” she said, holding the wooden spoon to my lips.

[little pet]

It’s going well so far. Good work.

Great story! ^_^ I quite like your writing style.

I'm eager to read more! :D

Wonderful story so far. I'm definitely going to be following this story closely. Keep it up!

Thank you all. I will definitely keep going, even though writing makes me far too horny and Sir has put me on denial.

[KittenLicks]

Thank you all. I will definitely keep going, even though writing makes me far too horny and Sir has put me on denial.

I find being on denial to be a great source of inspiration for a story like this. :)

[little pet]

I find being on denial to be a great source of inspiration for a story like this. :)

Unfortunately, that's what Sir thinks as well!

[Mousey123]

Loving the story so far, looking forward to the chapters to come.

[little pet]

Loving the story so far, looking forward to the chapters to come.

Thanks, stay tuned! :)

[little pet]

Chapter 6

The nurse made me gulp down the nasty porridge. She stuffed big spoonfuls into my mouth and hardly gave me the chance to catch my breath. Before I could swallow, the next load was already being stuffed into my mouth. It went everywhere, on my cheeks, my chin, down my front on the napkin. She clearly didn't care about proper bedside manners. When the bowl was finally finished, she held a cup of lukewarm water to my lips and gave me some sips. Then, brusquely, she stood up, took the breaks off the wheelchair and wheeled me out of the room. Down the white corridor we went, this time all the way to the end.

The nurse stopped in front of a big iron door. Next to the door on the left was a barred window, the security office I presumed, and Nurse Agatha asked the men inside to unlock the door. “No escape possible here,” I thought. With a loud buzz, the door swung open and we went through. To the right was another door and the nurse knocked on it.
“Enter,” said Matron’s voice from inside.
The door was opened by a woman clad in a white button down dress. It had the number 3 on the chest pocket, and below, in stitched letters was the word “nurse's aid.” “Wow is this the Matron’s pet?” I wondered. The woman smirked at me and let us in with an exaggerated wave.

Matron’s office was very luxurious. Panelled wood, leather chair and a big polished desk that dominated the room. There was a cart with coffee, milk and biscuits. My mouth watered at seeing all these delicious things. At the same time, I felt my anger at being fed the horrible porridge rising again. Even more so, because the nurse hadn't bothered to wipe my face afterwards. I felt the lumps sticking to my cheeks and my chin but there was nothing I could do about it with my arms tightly wrapped around myself in the straight jacket.

I was parked in front of the big desk. Matron had her elbows on the desk, fingertips pressed together and she just looked at me without saying anything. I could almost feel myself shrink under her gaze. I had planned to try and give them as hard a time as possible, to not let them win, but I didn't feel like I was doing a good job. Everything that they did here, was designed to make one feel small and insignificant. My privacy was already taken, along with my dignity and they had quickly succeeded in making me completely dependant on them. So I could only sit in front of Matron, with downcast eyes, waiting what was in store for me.

She did make me wait. She had her lackey poor her another cup of coffee and add three lumps of sugar and a splash of cream. She took the cup and saucer and stirred the contents delicately. I was amazed how that was possible with such big sausage fingers, but I knew better than to say anything. Then she sat back, took a sip of her coffee and a bite from her biscuit and sighed contentedly. I shifted in the wheelchair. Sitting down was becoming uncomfortable with the strap of the straightjacket, secured tighter than was necessary, between my legs.

Suddenly, the Matron shot out her right arm and slammed her big hand down on a remote control that lay beside her on the desk. I almost doubled over from a sudden jolt of pain in my clit, but the strap around my chest held me in place. I wanted to scream but no sound came out of my mouth. My pussy felt like it was on fire! I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even move. It hurt so bad! Finally, the pain stopped. Panting, I was trying to compose myself, but tears ran from my eyes.
“A little demonstration of your newly fitted correctional unit,” said Matron. “This is what happens to you if you touch yourself, or if you misbehave. I think I have made myself clear?” I nodded vehemently. “I DIDN’T HEAR YOU!” She barked. “Y…yes M..matron I said quickly, “it's clear.”

“Good. Now, Stacey, fetch me the documents for this inmate please,” she commanded her pet. Stacey scurried away and returned a few minutes later with a thick file in her hands. “She's got quite a history already I can tell,” she smirked while putting the file down in front of Matron.
“That's quite enough Stacey, now go do your chores,” Matron said, sending her away. Stacey sulked out of the room. Good riddance… I disliked her already.

[little pet]

Chapter 7

Matron opened the file and scanned the pages. Finally she remarked; “it's a good thing you've come back to us young lady. I see you've been treated before, but it must have had little effect. I've always thought the young offenders Unit to be way too lenient. They don't tackle the real, underlying problem that is your sick, unbridled fantasy. You lot go about your day, with cunts instantly wet at the thought of despicable acts of lust. You haven't an inch of restraint or self respect.”

I glared at her, I was boiling on the inside. There was nothing wrong with me! I didn't do anyone any harm. I liked kinky stuff and orgasms….so what? What did they have to gain by making women go without? I thought society had gotten rid of these old fashioned ideas long ago. But ever since the new Ultra Conservative party came into power, endorsing the Unit’s chastity movement, we seem to have regressed back into history little by little. The fact that they support the party with exorbitant sums of money might have something to do with all these changes made into new laws. Now they're treating us once again like we're hysterics, just like the olden days.
The party has given the Unit the power to lock women away and do with us as they see fit.

Matron was gazing at me, finger hovering over the remote. “Are you going to pay attention now girl?” She said, menacingly. Quickly, I nodded. I didn't want another shock!

“You'll be in the Unit until we deem you fit to return to civilisation,” Matron continued. “We have a daily routine that you will follow, which will help you with your recovery.

We get up at 6 in the morning. There'll be an inspection by the staff and you will be expected to have made your bed neatly and present yourself bent over with legs wide and ass cheeks spread. Unfortunately, this has proven necessary as the inmates will use any means available to get off once they can't touch their cunts anymore.
After inspection, it's off to the showers and then breakfast.
After breakfast you will go to class. We have several very competent teachers who are extremely qualified at reforming your wayward sort.
You'll have lunch and exercise outdoors. After lunch, you'll have a nap hour. This is mandatory and you will stay in bed. We can monitor you via the cameras in your room.
In the afternoon, we have several therapies especially tailored to address each of your disorders.
Dinner is at 6 and you will do several chores afterwards. Then it's off to bed and your cell will be locked.

Level 1’s and level 2’s will both follow the same schedule. The level 2’s however, will be treated with more leniency and have more privileges. If you're on your best behaviour, even you might someday advance to that level. It will give you something to aspire to. The level 3’s have their own schedule. They can earn points in helping the staff out and you will follow their orders without question. Your correctional unit is set to medium intensity right now. If you don't want to experience the high setting, I suggest you keep your filthy little fingers off that cunt of yours.

Bad behaviour and not complying with the rules will earn you a warning point. Three points will set you back to level Zero, so beware. If you behave, we won't have a problem with you. A shock from your correctional unit also counts as one warning point.”

Finally, Matron was done with her speech, clearly satisfied that she's made a powerful impression on me. She addressed nurse Agatha; “how long until this one’s out of recovery?” The nurse looked me over and said” I think she needs a nap and another feed and then she'll be fit to start therapy this afternoon...”

Therapy… “fuck that,” I thought. “I don't need any fucking therapy!” I wanted to shout this in the Matron’s face, but I didn't dare. The first shock was bad enough.

Instead, I just let myself be wheeled away by the nurse, back to Recovery. After all these hours, a problem had presented itself; I really really needed to pee. I knew I wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to, but if they put me to bed like this, I would surely wet the bed and I didn't want to have to deal with the ridicule of the nurses again. I cleared my throat and looked at the nurse. I was squirming in the chair now and I was hoping she'd get the gist. “Is there something you want to ask me girl?” She said with a disapproving look. I nodded “yes madam, I really need to pee madam,” I stammered. She sighed and exasperated sigh. Clearly, I was being a very big inconvenience. “Do you think I don't have anything better to do? I don't care about your bathroom regime, you'll just have to use the training pants again once we've put you down for your nap. You can be glad we're giving you those at all.”

With that, I was put back into the bed for my afternoon nap by two nurses, restraints and feeding bag fixed in place. Helpless, feeling like a small child.

[LilMonki]

Like all of your content, this piece is fantastic so far. Loving it!

[little pet]

Like all of your content, this piece is fantastic so far. Loving it!

Thank you very much

[little pet]

Chapter 8

I was back in the bed, fully restrained. The feeding bag had been hooked up to my gag again, but thankfully, they'd both been removed after I'd finished. No drugs this time. The nurse had left me alone after a pat on the cheek and closed the door behind her.
I was trying to process all that had happened this morning. The mess hall, with all the women there, eating the same filth day after day. Except for the good girls. Would I ever be good enough? I didn't have high hopes. I couldn't stand the injustice of it all. I didn't want to conform to horribly outdated values, there was nothing wrong with me, nothing that needed fixing. But I knew that I had to at least try to pretend that I was good, if I didn't want to end up a level Zero. I didn't know what that would entail, but neither did I want to find out.

Then the Matron’s office; the correctional unit. The shock had been very painful. It would certainly hold me back from touching myself. I couldn't even try to remove it, because I would get shocked all the same. It was devious, sadistic. I guessed they loved the power it gave them. They could even monitor excitement levels, I wondered how they'd use that knowledge. I really had to get out of here! But I would have to go about it very very carefully.

I sighed. Stuck in the bed, left to my own thoughts with nothing else to do, I was becoming more and more restless and frustrated. Not tired at all. I haven't done a nap since I was 3 years old damnit. This treatment was making me angry. And I had to pee. I didn't know how much longer I would be stuck here and I doubted I could control my bladder for much longer. “Shit” I muttered under my breath. “Fuck this place!” A little louder. I was getting mad now. “Come back here and let me go you stupid fat co…” I stopped mid-sentence as the door swung open. Nurse Agatha stood there, hands on hips. She tutted and walked over to a cupboard next to my bed. She held up a new sort of gag. This one was black and obscenely phallic, with a little balloon attached to the outside. “Naughty girls need to learn when to shut up. Open wide.” She pushed the rubber against my mouth, but I kept it shut tightly. She sighed and, with exaggerated patience, she said “do you realise I could have just as easily given you a shock? You can be glad I'm letting you off so lightly but I won't warn you a second time. Now OPEN UP!”

I decided it would probably be wise to obey, so I opened my mouth. It was immediately filled by the gag. The cock-shaped part went into my mouth, and a leather panel covered my lips.
Nurse Agatha buckled the straps tightly behind my head and grabbed the balloon. With a smirk, she started to pump it. Inside my mouth, I felt the gag expand. My eyes watered as it touched the back of my throat. “Good,” she said, satisfied with the result. I was panicking a little. If I moved my head ever so slightly, the cock would set off my gag reflex. Not enough to make me throw up, but enough to make it very uncomfortable. I looked at the nurse with pleading eyes. If she could deflate it just a little… But the bitch was clearly enjoying herself now. She turned back toward the door and told me “enjoy the rest of your nap dear.”

I tried to lay very still while feeling around for the balloon. If I could reach it, maybe I could at least deflate it. I did have some wriggle room, but I couldn't lift my hands up high enough. I tried to look down, but instantly regretted it. I quickly lay back on the pillow and attempted to relax.
I felt defeated and in the end, I also gave up on trying to hold my bladder. It had started to hurt and now I sighed as I let go. I was utterly humiliating to be peeing my pants as an adult woman, but at least the pain was gone. At first, it wasn't so bad. I felt the wet warmth spreading around my buttocks and the relief was nice. But then I realised what I had done. The pee was starting to get cold and the training pants felt wet and soggy. I didn't know how long I would have to stay in them until they'd clean me up. They would surely ridicule me again for not being able to control myself, use it as an extra reason to justify my incarceration.
“Fuck it, I really need to get out of here,” I thought as, despite myself, I slowly nodded off.

[little pet]

Chapter 9


When I woke up, nurse Leah was hovering over me. Damn, she was beautiful. She knew it too. She sauntered through the room in her short skirt and high heels. When she saw I was looking, she dropped her pen on purpose. She bent at the waist to pick it up and flashed me a pair of pristine white lace knickers. They were almost transparent and I could see the plump outlines of her pussy. Then she walked over to me and took out a remote that looked a lot like the one Matron had in her office. Instinctively I shrunk back, but Leah only smiled. “I can tell your sexual excitement has risen since I came into the room.” I blushed. It was the truth. She turned me on enormously, despite the circumstances. She walked up to me and bent over to brush back a strand of hair that was in my face. Her big breasts almost touched my nose. With a husky voice she said “I could smother you with these. I could just push my breasts down onto your face and wouldn't let you breathe until you sucked my nipples. You couldn't do a thing; helpless, restrained, in my power.” Then the breasts were gone. She almost disappeared from view and I tried to watch where she was going. I immediately gagged on the big latex cock still buried in my mouth. Leah giggled. I felt so very helpless and I hated myself for becoming excited. I was also angry; clearly the Unit’s puritan values of chastity and modesty didn't apply to their staff. We were just here for their sadistic, perverted pleasure.


Slowly, nurse Leah pulled down my sheets. I blushed furiously when I saw her eying my wet pants. I felt so silly in the presence of this beautiful woman. She checked the remote again. “Wow, your levels are through the roof!” She exclaimed. “It's almost as if you're enjoying this.” I wanted to shake my head no, but I didn't want to, with the gag still in my mouth. Besides, there was no point denying what the correctional unit was telling her. “It's about time you went to have your therapy, you filthy little thing.” She said. I blushed even more.

After she'd cleaned me up and dressed me in a hospital gown, nurse Leah undid my restraints and took out my gag, thankfully. She told me that they would stay off as long as I behaved myself. She had the remote at the ready of course, that's how they controlled all the women here. It was weird, standing up by myself, hands and legs free. The hospital gown was so flimsy, it was almost see-through. It came down to my upper thighs in front and it was open in the back, save for a little string to close it at the top. It had a big number 1 on the front. I hadn't been given any panties or a bra. My breasts wobbled while I moved and the cold air touched my naked pussy and ass. “So we have unrestricted access in case we need to check or search you.” The nurse said. I felt very naked and I hated the thought of going out among the rest of the women like this.

“Come on, I'll show you to your therapy,” Leah said, giving me a slap on my bare ass. I bristled, but I followed behind her. It felt strange to be walking around again. I hadn't been given any shoes, so I was barefoot. The tile floor was cold and I shivered; I was hardly wearing anything. The hospital gown kept falling open while I walked, exposing my backside. I thought about the level 2’s uniform. A skirt and t-shirt, I would have loved to have those.

At this hour, the hallway was busy. Level 1’s and 2’s were walking in line, heads down, quietly going to and from classes or therapy. A few nurses and level 3 women were supervising all this. Every nurse had a remote control hanging from their belt and they kept their hands in close proximity. I followed after nurse Leah, feeling very self conscious. A few women looked at me, clearly curious about the latest arrival, but they said nothing. We approached Stacey, the level 3 aide, who was standing there with that smirk on her face again. I glared at her, the feeling of dislike still very much present. When I passed her, I felt her eyes in my back. I knew she must be getting quite the view as I walked by and hated the enjoyment she obviously displayed.

We went through the iron door again, but this time, we had to go a little further. The therapist’s office was on the left. Inside, a good looking middle aged man sat behind his desk. He had a heavy grey beard, but looked fresh and energetic otherwise. He was immaculately dressed, and looked very self satisfied. He directed me to an arm chair opposite his desk. I sat down, shivering as my bare ass touched the cold leather. Nurse Leah stood beside me, standing guard probably.
“Welcome to the Unit, I'm doctor Bates” the man said. He had pleasant sounding baritone voice. “I know these last two days were a lot to take in, but I'm here if you want to talk about it. First, let me ask you a few questions.”

[Lightze]

Wow that is excellent work! A joy to read!

[little pet]

Wow that is excellent work! A joy to read!

Thank you very much. It is a joy to write also.

[little pet]

Chapter 10

He opened my file and picked up a fountain pen from his desk. He looked at me with an intense gaze. He asked me a few general questions like my age, weight, place of birth, and previous illnesses. I didn't feel inclined to answer this man, he was a stranger after all and I hadn't asked for any treatment. But nurse Leah stood next to me, and moved her finger towards the buttons of the remote in her hands so I answered the doctor’s questions reluctantly. “Do you suffer from insomnia or nightmares?” He asked then. I shrugged, I've never been a good sleeper. Whenever I wake up, my brain switches on immediately, only to deactivate again once I fall into a deep sleep. But this isn't always easy. Sometimes I'm too wired up, thinking of too many things I want to do before the day ends. I tell the doctor something along these lines. He said nothing, just wrote in my file.

“Are you highly strung? Meaning you react strongly, emotionally or aggressively in certain situations?” I shrugged. “When something makes me mad, of course I react. I won't stand injustice or dishonesty,” I said. “I wouldn't call that highly strung. I would call that normal, part of being human.” Again, the doctor said nothing, just wrote. He was making me nervous.
Then he looked up and said “The nurses reported that you did have some violent outbursts when you were apprehended two days ago and also while you were in recovery.”
Now I felt my blood pressure rising. “Of course I fucking tried to defend myself. You fucking abducted me!”
Doctor Bates looked at nurse Leah and then at me. “I guess we can tick the highly strung box.” He muttered.
I exploded. I shot up out of the chair and yelled “You don't have the right to hold me here and do those horrible things to me! The way I've been trea…”

“ZAP!”

Instantly, I doubled over as the shock went through my clit. My legs tuned into jelly and I sank to the floor. I couldn't breathe for a few seconds and I was gasping for air. The doctor and nurse stood in front of me. Not lifting a finger to help. “Get up,” commanded the nurse, “now.”
Slowly, I got back to my feet and sat back on my chair. The pain was gone, but I was still out of breath. Crying, even though I didn't want to give them the satisfaction.

Doctor Bares sat back behind his desk. I didn't dare to move or speak. After a few minutes of contemplation, he said “I think it will be wise if we focus on getting this temper of yours under control for now. Once we've achieved that, we can focus on the rest of your problems. This shock has earned you your first warning point girl.” I Looked at my hands. “Fuck him,” I thought to myself, but I stayed quit.

“Nurse, please escort this patient to her room. She can ponder her actions until dinner time. I don't think we will achieve anything else today.” With that, I was sent away by the doctor.
Nurse Leah made me walk in front of her, through the iron door and halfway through the hall. We stopped at a white door with the number 1 on a sign next to it. It had a small glass hole, for the staff to look in and, beneath it, a hatch. The nurse unlocked the door und swung it open. “This is your cell.” She told me. As you’re level 1, the door will be locked while you're in here. We only unlock it when your schedule calls for it. With a nudge, she made me step inside and slammed the door shut behind me. I heard several locks and bolts slip into place. There was no handle on the inside of the door, and pushing against it had absolutely no effect.

The cell was tiny, maybe 3 by 2 metres. On the left was a bed. Or rather, a mattress on an iron frame, bolted to the wall. There was a thick, woollen blanket on the bed and a very flat pillow. At the end of the bed was a washbasin and toilet combined in one metal unit, like the ones they have in prisons. Everything was bolted down and tightly secured. There was nothing I could use to assault the staff, of harm myself if I wanted to.

In the cell, all the walls where white, just like the rest of the Unit.
Everything here was colourless and mind numbing. Mounted high up on the wall, was a metal box with holes in it. It looked like a speaker, though no sound came out at the moment.
In the right corner, where the walls met the ceiling, was a small red light. It blinked every now and then; a camera! Even in here, I did not have any privacy. Angrily, I kicked the bed, it made a lot of noise and against better judgement, I kicked it again.

[shynessincarnate]

You've got me hooked on this story. Thank you again for taking the time to share with the community!

[little pet]

It is my pleasure. Thanks for keeping up with the story :-)

[little pet]

Chapter 11

Finally, I sat down on the bed. There was nothing else to do. No distractions, no books or paper and pencil. Was the goal of the Unit to bore inmates into good behaviour?
I didn't know what time it was and when dinner would be. Not that I was looking forward to it…
I stood up, and took a few sips of water from the wash basin. Then I started pacing the room. There was little space for me to move, but at least I was doing something. I was thinking of a way to get out of here. I could pretend that I was reformed, be on my best behaviour, but could I just betray everything I believed in? I didn't think so. Plus, it might still take years. Every time I moved through the room, I saw the little red light in the corner follow me.
No, I had to escape one way or another. “During dinner or school, I might have the chance to speak to other women,” I thought. “Most will know this place better than I do.”

After I tired of pacing, I lay down on the bed. The blanket was scratchy and stiff. It itched on my naked flesh and I dreaded having to sleep underneath it. The stupid flimsy gown didn't offer much protection unfortunately. I decided I could turn my disordered brain, as the Unit called it, into action and use it to amuse myself.

I closed my eyes and thought of happier times. Before the Unit. I was remembering my girlfriend. We'd been together for two years, until the Unit drove us apart. We would sunbathe naked together on her deck. She was a bit older than me and she owned a house at a lake, enclosed by thick woods. When the weather was hot, we'd dive in and splash about. When we got tired and cold, we wrapped up together in a sheet and drank wine and watched the sun go down. We'd giggle and I'd tickle her teasingly, knowing she couldn't stand it. She'd always threaten to tie me up so that I couldn't tease her anymore and then she'd have her way with me. The idea excited us, and we'd have sex. Hot, steamy, outdoors, not a care in the world.

One night, she did what she promised. I was feeling particularly horny and happy and wanted to challenge her. I started to poke her sides. She had just taken a sip of wine, and it sprayed out of her mouth and nose because of her laughter. She warned me “I will get you. I'll sit on top of you, tie you up and torture you until you beg for mercy.” I laughed and she pounced. In a flash she had pushed me over on my side and rolled me onto my belly. Then she sat on my back and grabbed my wrists. There was a roll of duct tape on the deck and she grabbed it and taped my hands together, then my ankles. I could have escaped, or put up a fight, but I really didn't want to. I was enjoying myself way too much. She rolled me on my back and I couldn't stop giggling.
She sat on top of me and pinched my nipples, and when I screamed, she took them in her mouth and sucked. I was panting now, excited, feeling very horny. She put her hand between my legs and held them up in front of me. Wet. “You little slut,” she laughed. I shot up and grabbed her nipple between my lips and licked. “Hmmm so good!” I said and moved to grab the other with my mouth, but she pushed me back down. She put her hand over my mouth and whispered into my ear “I've always dreamt of this, having you at my mercy, while doing all kinds of sexy things to you while you're tied up.” I looked into her eyes. I loved her so much. I wanted to do everything for this woman. She took her hand away and I said “I am yours, you can do to me whatever you want. Anything.”

I started to moan and sigh and I could feel myself getting wet. I couldn't lay still on the mattress and I moved my hands to my nipples. They stood up erect through the thin fabric. I took them between thumb and index finger and squeezed. Another sigh, another wave of pleasure…

Suddenly the speaker crackled and a hard tinny voice shouted “stop this at once and present yourself for inspection.”

With a start I awoke from my revelry. I shot upright “Shit shit shit.” They must have been watching me through the camera while I gave them quite the show. I had forgotten all about it! I had floated away, daydreaming and had managed to get horny while locked up in this hell hole. I blushed involuntary. And now, inspection? That was only supposed to be in the mornings, wasn't it? I could feel that I was very wet. I looked for some toilet paper or something to wipe myself with, but there was nothing. Besides, if I touched myself, I would get another shock.

“Assume the position NOW.” Commanded the voice. "Stand near the door, there is a mark on the floor." Bushing even more, I saw that there were two outlines of feet, painted about a metre apart on the floor. I put my feet on them, facing away from the door, bent over and grabbed my ass cheeks.

[lotusdriver81]

Great story so far. You have a very active imagination!

[sir sam]

Great story so far. You have a very active imagination!
She has. It is a big strength!

[little pet]

It certainly helps in writing stories and making paintings. Thanks :-)

[little pet]

Chapter 12

My face felt hot as I heard the approaching footsteps, brisk and purposeful. They were on their way to my cell. I felt so ashamed, displaying myself like this. My legs were spread incredibly wide with my pussy and ass completely exposed. The hospital gown had fallen open at the back and did nothing for my modesty. I knew I wouldn't be able to hide my horniness at all.

The bolts to my door were being unlocked and I had to use all my willpower to stay in this degrading position. To my horror, it wasn't a female nurse as I'd expected. That would have been bad enough in itself but instead, I could see the male nurse, John, upside down between my legs standing in the doorway. And to make matters worse, doctor Bates was with him! I started to close my legs and get in an upright position, but John put his hand on my back, and pushed me back down. With his foot, he kicked my spread legs even further apart muttering “hold your position if you know what's good for you.”

Now, two men were eyeing me in this most vulnerable position. Plus, the door was wide open, so anyone who happened to walk by, got quite the show. For a while, no one spoke. I just felt two pairs of eyes on me, examining, judging. “Just as I expected,” said doctor Bates finally. I felt his breath on my ass and I shivered, he must have been eyeing me from up close. “She hasn't touched her vagina, but it is wet and swollen beyond levels we'd call normal. It is her sick, depraved mind that caused this.”
I wanted to cry. My thought weren't sick! I was thinking of the good times I'd had with someone I'd loved damnit! Meanwhile, my legs had started to quiver. The position they made me hold was putting a lot of strain on the muscles in my calves and lower back and I hoped I'd be allowed to get up soon.

John spoke up; “I did see her touch her nipples on camera doctor. That can cause excitement as well right?” I closed my eyes. So he had been watching me the whole time…
“That is correct, and we can't have her do that either, said the doctor. “The nurses have those special corrective bras don't they?” John told him yes and asked the doctor if he needed to fetch one. “Not for now. Let this be a warning to you girl. No dirty thoughts, no touching your nipples for sexual gratification. I'll make a note in your case file. You can get up now.” With that, the doctor left and I stood in front of John. He was very tall, and I had to look up. He had big muscles but he didn't seem really mean, like Matron or Leah. I gave him a hard stare. I wasn't allowed to say anything, but at least I could show them how I felt. He gave me an apologetic look and told me to come with him to the mess hall. It was almost dinner time.

He closed my cell door behind me and told me to walk in front. When we walked through the hall, I could feel the cold air on my pussy and I felt the wetness stick to my inner thighs. My nipples poked stiffly through the soft fabric and I felt terribly embarrassed. It felt as if everyone could see the state I was in. When we entered the mess hall, John escorted me to my place at the end of the level 1 table. He went to stand close, next to the door. I sat down on the hard wooden bench and watched as the rest of the women filed in. The level 1’s escorted alone or in pairs, the level 2’s and 3’s came in by themselves. Nurses and aides were everywhere, standing guard, watching for trouble.

Next to me, a blonde, skinny woman sat down. Opposite me, a voluptuous brunette. After a while, three more women joined us at the table. I looked at each of them and they stared back. The brunette gave me a small nod and a meaningful look and I nodded back. The blonde looked away when my eyes fixed on her. She was very fidgety and had a nervous disposition. The brunette looked cooler, more collected.
Big pots of soup where slammed down onto the table. A level 3 girl took a big ladle and put a big scoop in each of our bowls, she sniggered and said “enjoy ladies!”

I looked at the soup… there were all kinds of lumps and bits floating around, but I couldn't make much of what was what. It smelt ok and it looked hot, so I carefully took a sip. It tasted very bland and watery. Some of the bits must have been vegetables or meat, but the taste wasn't very good. The brunette looked around her and, when no one was looking our way, she whispered “they make the soup out of yesterday's leftovers from the level 2’s and 3’s.” I looked at her, incredulous. She went on; “They put some protein powder and stuff in so it meets health regulations, but they don't do anything to make it taste good.”

I looked at the other women eating their slop. The blonde quickly looked away, as if she wanted nothing to do with this conversation. “Shit this is a seriously fucked up place,” I whispered to the brunette. She nodded and said “I'm Rose, by the way.” A shadow appeared behind me, and I quickly shut up and ate my soup. The nurses made their rounds, checking if every inmate was finishing their bowl. Now and then, laughter sounded at the other end of the room. The higher levels were enjoying their meals, having friendly conversations and making jokes amongst each other. I was becoming agitated again, but I decided to stay calm. No point in making a fuss here.

[kurious kat]

I often neglect reading the story section, but I'm glad I did! I hope the inmate is ok. Will we ever find out if she adapts to the Unit, or eventually attempts escape? Thank you for writing 12 great chapters of her story!

[eevee.velvet]

Wow Lucy another absolutely amazing story. Can't wait to read more…

[Shiro_Kami]

Woooahh I love love love the story so far!! ^^ one of the best to be exact! I'm really curious and wishing that this story would continue, it's so well structured and detailed~ it's perfect