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Milking Prison Restitution

Chapter 3

For player567

By Draconicon

Vicky wobbled as she and Sandra left the milking station, though she was mostly wobbling due to the fact that her new companion was barely able to stay on her feet, let alone walk. She had to support the feline as they tottered across the rubber floor back to the line of tents, shaking her head as they did.

"You okay?" Vicky asked.

"Mmmph..."

"First time always hits a little hard."

"That...was...awful."

"Heh, come on. It wasn't that bad. A little boring, maybe, but -"

"My balls...hurt...so much..."

"Well, that'll be something you get used to. Blue-balls are basically permanent down here unless you get the guards to really like you."

"Nnngh..."

"Course, then you get more of the rough stuff because they're a little pissed with you, but hey, that's part of the fun."

"Nnngh...can you...stop talking?"

"Heh, sure, sure."

Vicky shook her head as they entered the tent that she'd been using for the past few...how long had she been down here now? Too long and not long enough, she imagined. The bedding was more or less the equivalent to advanced airbeds, and she laid the feline down on one before sitting on the other.

Sandra just about collapsed into it, rolling onto her side and curling into a ball and muttering rather hatefully under her breath. Vicky just rolled her eyes. The fact that the other woman still thought that fairness mattered in a place like this was kinda silly, but hopefully she'd learn how to deal sooner than later. She wanted someone to have fun with, not someone that she'd have to babysit.

Reaching between her legs, she hefted her own balls. They were big now, bigger than they'd been when she'd first entered the prison. The Milking Farm was filled with aphrodisiacs, always at a minimum low level to keep her and the other prisoners as eager as possible for what was happening to them. Most of them ended up getting rather into the feeling of being low-key horny all the time. She was one of them, and she rather liked the urgent need to cum that was always churning between her legs.

The vixen rolled her balls forward, back, forward, always enjoying the oddly heavy feeling that they had for their size. Her balls, orange-red in color, were thrust forward by the cock cage just over them, and she groaned as she felt the churning throb that much harder as she fondled herself.

"Mmmph."

"Can you do that somewhere else?" Sandra muttered.

"Is it bothering you?"

"It is. It really is."

"Not used to the feeling of no satisfaction?"

"Not...not really."

"Sorry, hon. Hope you get used to it soon."

"Why can't they just..."

"Finish it?"

Sandra nodded. Vicky shrugged.

"I don't know. They just like to keep us as pent-up as possible. I guess that's just the way that they like to harvest stuff from us. Or maybe that's part of the punishment. You'll get a standard milking once a month, from what I hear, but that's the extent of their 'mercy.'"

As the cat mewled and whimpered, Vicky got to her feet. She wasn't nearly satisfied yet, and while her balls were definitely a bit sore from the edging and the lack of any real finish, she knew that there were ways of handling that. Ways that would require a little help, admittedly, but that was better than just sitting here moping.

"You want to come for a walk?"

"No way."

"Sure?"

"Mm-hmm. Just...be quiet when you come back."

"Heh, sure. See you later, hon."

She patted the cat's hip and ducked back out of the tiny tent. Other than a bathroom at the far corner of it, the beds were all that it had room for, and there was no point staying there if she was going to deal with herself.

There were ways of getting around the restriction of no orgasm. There were some that learned how to get themselves off through the ass, rubbing their prostate so that they could eventually dribble out a bit of the pressure. She'd done that a few times, though she didn't particularly like it. There was no guarantee that you could get somewhere to clean up, and she didn't have the most sensitive of prostates to start with. It was hit or miss, and she didn't want to risk a miss tonight.

She glanced toward the milking corner, watching two more prisoners getting called back. She could sneak along with them. Sometimes the milkers were lonely enough that they were willing to let a prisoner step inside and get used as a toy rather than just milking them. She'd gotten off to that more than once, but there was always a risk that there would be guards watching over the milkers, and if that was the case, the guards forced the milkers to do their jobs.

Then again, they might be willing to use me, too...

That was the ultimate fantasy for her. Getting one of the guards to come after her, having those big 'nightsticks' between their legs jammed under her tail and using her hard, maybe while being tied down and...mmmph, yes.

Vicki stopped, leaning against one of the tents as she fondled her cock cage. The fantasy was hot, but she knew that she wasn't going to get it anytime soon. There were too many guards that knew better than to touch a prisoner. They did that, they'd get brought back up and locked in cages themselves.

But the new one...

She licked her lips as she thought of the lioness. The idea of having her in here, having that big lion over her with a cock throbbing and begging for relief, was hot. She could go to her knees, give those balls a few savoring licks before moving up and taking the head in her mouth. Show that pussy-cat how it felt to get someone so eager between their legs, someone that wanted to serve them.

Yeah, that'd get an addiction going right quick. And they were new, they wouldn't know what it felt like yet.

If I could just get her -

A slight blur of motion caught Vicky's eyes, and she turned away from the milker corner. There, just past the tents, was a sort of creamy color moving around. Cream and tan. She leaned around the corner.

It was the lioness again. Though dressed in the same blue-black latex suits as the other guards, the lioness didn't have the same confidence to her gait, walking with a blush on her cheeks and a slight hesitance in all her movements. She had a bulge down there, too, and it was just big enough to make Vicky lick her lips.

"Mmm..."

There weren't any other guards around for the moment. It would be a good time to make a move.

"Excuse me?" Vicky called.

The lioness turned almost immediately. Several other prisoners, mostly those that were resting off a milking of their own, looked up as well, but only the lioness started walking in her direction.

It was one more reminder that she really was brand new to the job. Any other guard would have called Vicky over instead, not wanting to risk an ambush. Oh, the things that she could do here.

"Is something wrong?" the lioness asked.

"Nothing yet, but I wanted to talk with you."

"Oh, um. I have some time. Is something wrong? Do you need something?"

Oh, she was sweet, too. That was so innocent, so lovely. And so much fun to corrupt. Vicki stepped closer, her breasts brushing the other woman's chest as she stumbled back for a moment, the vixen stalking forward.

"Oh, I was thinking that you and I could...talk."

"A-about what?"

"Oh, about your needs."

"I'm not here for mine," she said, almost spitting the words out as if she was in a hurry to be rid of them. "I'm here to help you, and people like you."

"Oh, I know. But I'd love to help you."

The vixen reached down, trying to get a grip on the other woman's crotch, but she was just quick enough to dodge backwards and avoid it. Vicky kept up the chase, sauntering forward, smiling just enough to show her teeth as she swayed her hips.

"Come on. Let me just give you a chance to see what you're missing. Don't you want to learn how it feels to 'correct' the prisoners? I can show you just how much fun it is, if you'll give me half a chance."

"I - I shouldn't do that. They said -"

"They say a lot of things, but come on. You're a guard. Shouldn't you be allowed a few pleasures?"

Vicky chased her around, all but circling one of the tents as they went around it time and time again. If she had the wherewithal to want to share, she might have called for one of the other prisoners to help her. Surely, one of them would have wanted the chance to either tease a guard or have their own fun.

But no. The vixen was all pent-up and wanted her own release, and that meant getting this lioness for her own pleasures for the moment. She smiled, darting forward, feeling the cock cage around her dick swinging, clicking, the plastic sheath and lock tapping against each other with her movements.

"Come on. Just let me help you out. A little teasing, a little licking."

"You - you're way too horny."

"Oh, indeed. And you can help me with that."

"You - I can get you -"

"I don't need any milking. I just need you."

And she finally got hold of the lioness's crotch, and had the disappointment of her life. She could feel the cage down there, big enough to add to the bulge but so tight and hard that there was no chance of it coming loose. Just like her, the lioness was being punished, though she had a very different status.

Eliza - she remembered the lioness's name - stiffened, gasping softly as she was groped so hard. Vicky leaned in.

"You too, hmm?"

"Um...yes?"

"Oh, dear. Such rotten luck. I would have blown you so hard. I would have fucked your cock right down my throat."

"Mmmph..."

"And then I would have turned you around and eaten your ass so deep that you'd have sworn you were getting fucked...and then spread my cheeks for you...let you go as hard as you wanted."

"Ah...mmph..."

The lioness was dripping in her suit, Vicky was all but sure. It wasn't much, wasn't nearly the same sort of satisfaction as she would have gotten from a proper rut, but at least she could push the other woman to embarrass herself a little bit. It wouldn't be the same, but at least it would bring some satisfaction.

"You want that, don't you?"

"Ah...ah..."

"You wanted to dominate us...to see what it felt like to use us...to 'correct' us and make us better."

"You...you..."

"What is it, hmm? What do you want?"

"I - oh god...Mirriam."

"Mirriam?" Vicky blinked, confused until the name completely resolved in the back of her head. "Ah, shit."

She turned around to find herself face to face with the mare she remembered. A veteran guard, Mirriam had been there since well before her own arrival, and she had little doubt that the mare would be there well after she was gone. The russet-red equine shook her head at the vixen, sighing to herself.

"Just can't help it, can you?"

"It was just a, well, it was a welcome party."

"Uh-huh."

"I was just showing her what she could enjoy."

"You were tempting her into trouble."

"I...well..."

"Come on. It seems that you haven't learned your lesson yet."

Vicky was strapped down on a table on Sub-Level 4. The milking stations on Sub-Level 3 were all occupied, it seemed, and Mirriam wanted to get started as soon as possible.

The vixen sighed as she was pulled spread-eagle, her hips lifted with a little cushion under her tail, while her legs were held spread wide. Her ankles were pinned down with metal bands, and her arms were tied over her head with rope.

"Alright...alright, I get it. I messed up," Vicky said. "So, what kind of stuff is on the list today?"

"Let's see." Mirriam pulled an inventory list from the table's side. "Looks like they have quite a few items for you down here."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, look. Plenty that are a bit on the rough side, too. You'll like that."

The mare said it in such a way that Vicky shivered, reconsidering some of her own desires. While she'd been more than ready to get a little rough handling on the part of the lioness, that had been under her own auspices. She'd been ready to tempt the other woman into some pretty serious debauchery, but now...

Now, she was going to get it from Mirriam, someone that knew how to turn pleasure into punishment.

"Let's start with some sensitizers. In the ass, I think."

Vicky groaned. They didn't usually start with that, considering her slightly less-sensitive prostate, but it had been done before. That goo could take hours to wear off, even days, and considering that it stayed viable until it left the body entirely, she knew that it would make her sensitive everywhere. Even at the rim. The vixen hissed under her breath as Mirriam pulled on a glove, using her free hand to wave Eliza over.

"Come here."

"What? Me?" the lioness asked.

"Yes, you. You're going to learn, too."

"What...what can I learn?"

"How you treat prisoners. Now, glove up."

Well, not a total loss, then. Vicky smiled as the feline pulled a pair of gloves on, holding them out as Mirriam covered them with a slick, mostly-transparent green ooze. The mare gestured down at the bound vixen.

"Alright. Now, finger her. Get as much into her as possible, but keep an eye on her balls. If they start rising, give her a break."

"Right. And...if she starts moaning?"

"Push her harder." Mirriam smiled. "She wants it rough, she'll learn what rough is."

There it was. Vicky blushed as the guards looked down on her, feeling her asshole clenching more than she usually did in these situations. Of course, usually, she was being teased of her pre-cum, her pleasure rising and falling. This time...this time, she had a feeling that there would be very little mercy, and if she did happen to cum, it would be punished. They were going to go all-out on her.

It gave her a very nervous boner, or would have if it wasn't for the cock cage wrapped so tightly around it.

The lioness stepped forward, her fingers slippery against the vixen's ass. As soon as they made contact, she hissed in unwanted and most-wanted pleasure, her eyes rolling back at the sensitivity that spread across her rim.

"Ah...ha...ha..."

"Don't worry. You'll get part of what you need," Mirriam said. "Push faster, Eliza."

Vicky would have preferred it slower, but she was no longer in control. They were giving her the exact thing that she had been begging for from the milkers, but on their terms, not hers. Her eyes went wide as she felt the sudden parting of her pucker, and then -

"AH!"

Not just fingers, but an entire fist jammed in all at once. Her ass flexed around the hand inside, her inner walls clenching down hard as she huffed and puffed. It wasn't the first time that it had happened - nor even the thirteenth - but it was still breathtaking to have something that large just rammed in there. Her eyes rolled back as she huffed and puffed, her cock twitching and pulsing against the inside of the cock cage.

It didn't get better as the sensitizer found her prostate, getting absorbed almost right away. She tried to arch her back further, but the bindings kept her down, her cock forced to dribble uselessly through the cage as she squirmed and huffed.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

It took everything she had to just focus on breathing rather than anything else, her mouth hanging open as her insides became ever more sensitive. Even clenching down on the gloved fist inside her made things worse, or better, it was hard to tell. She struggled, not sure if she wanted to pull away or fuck herself on that fist, but being tied down, all but spread-eagle, meant that she didn't have a choice in the matter.

No choice.

No escape.

Just...pleasure.

"Ah...nnngh!"

She gasped as the lioness's fist popped out of her ass, leaving her shaking from head to toe as the lube-slime slid out afterward, drooling past her stretched pucker. Before it could close again, Eliza punched her fist back in, unbidden, and Vicky all but screamed her pleasure.

"AAAAGH!"

"That's it. She's going to get close, soon, so keep your eyes on her balls."

"Uh, right, right."

"They're very sensitive already, but the downside to all the aphrodisiac gas in the air is that they're all somewhat acclimated to the pleasure. As long as you don't overdo it, they're already in a state where climax is all but impossible."

"Isn't that...isn't that a little cruel?" Eliza asked.

If it was, the lioness's tone didn't seem to indicate that she cared overmuch. Her fingers were still sliding back and forth, in and out, working towards the vixen's depths before slowly pulling back out. Vicky could barely catch a breath before it was all but punched out of her again as those fingers went in once more, always spreading that ooze of sensitivity all over her inner walls.

"Perhaps in some cases, but they are all criminals. It will wear off a few years after they leave, but until then, they'll be so addicted to the high-level pleasures that they get here that they won't be able to climax."

"Ever?"

"Unless they can recreate it, no."

The idea of being bound to chastity once she was allowed to leave the prison was both horrifying and somehow all the more arousing. Her already-large balls getting even larger just from the fact that she wouldn't be able to cum without the machines and staff of the Milking Farm? She was almost ready to sign up for -

"AH!"

She gasped as the fingers popped out of her hole, the lioness shivering as she looked down at her hands. For a moment, she thought the new girl had chickened out, but -

"She was close," Eliza said.

"Very good. You probably could have pushed it another few seconds, but good to stop before going over," Mirriam said, nodding. "Good girl."

"...Thanks."

"Now, that was her first edge. How do you feel, prisoner?"

"Nnngh..." Vicky groaned. "N-needy."

"You better get used to that."

"Nnngh...why?"

"Because you've been bad, and you need to be corrected. Eliza, there is an applicator just beneath the table, filled with a blue-green fluid. Do you see it?"

"Yes, ma'am," the lioness said.

"Slide that into the head of the prisoner's cock cage. We want to make sure that we don't have any unfortunate accidents."

"What - is that -"

"A temporary orgasm inhibitor, yes."

Orgasm.

Inhibitor.

Vicky almost screamed, and would have if she hadn't had Mirriam rest a fist on her stomach, forcing her air out. She wheezed quietly as the mare leaned over her.

"After all, she wants to have the pleasure of rough treatment, so she can submit to the price of such treatment. Something to keep her from spilling her product all over the place, yes?"

"Nnngh...yes..."

"Good girl."

As the mare patted her stomach, rubbing playfully, the lioness moved to stand on her other side. A small tube had been removed from below the table, one that was fitted with a very narrow, tapered tip that was meant to go inside cock cages and even inside of one's cock. She shivered as it slipped past the hole at the tip that was normally reserved for her urine, sliding down, down, down until it was brushing against the head of her cock.

She half-hoped that the lioness would miss, but whoever had trained her had trained her well. The tip slid right into her piss slit, just by half an inch, but that was enough. Eliza squeezed something, and a cold stream ran right down her shaft, going deeper, deeper, and deeper still. The further it went, the more that she shivered, feeling a chill going straight through her cock and into her balls, and then up her spine.

There was no sudden click, nothing that announced when her ability to orgasm had been cut off, but it was there nonetheless. The tube was removed, her cock dribbling through the tip of the cage, and she wheezed for breath.

"Right. That should keep you properly pent-up," Mirriam said. "Now, where shall we start first, hmm? Nipple clamps? Suction tubes for your tits? A vibrator for your cock cage? Perhaps a dildo that will go in and shock your prostate directly?"

Vicky's eyes were as wide as they could go, her mind already running wild as she tried to imagine what it would be like to go through that. The one mercy that came with the extreme play from the milkers was that she was eventually allowed to go over the edge. This...this was nothing like that. There was no such assurance that she would have mercy, and every indication that her blue balls would go ever bluer.

"Let's start with the vibrator. Eliza?"

"Already got it."

The lioness was clearly keen, and growing keener by the second. Vicky could hear it in her voice; something had changed, leaving her more and more willing to 'play' the game with her. She bit her lips, trying to calm down and get ready for what was coming. Soft fingers were already playing around her rim again, meaning that the fingering was going to start again soon, but if she could just -

Click.

Hum.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!"

Vicky screamed in pleasure as the vibrations rattled the cage around her cock, leaving her all but spitting pre-cum as her cock begged and pleaded to get hard, straining against the edges of the cage as she felt the pleasure running from the base to the tip. Her balls caught the edge of the tingling buzz, the ring around the base teasing them, too, and -

Squelch, in went the mare's hand, thrusting past her pucker, fisting, fingering, fisting her again and again. Each jab to her prostate sent shivers of lightning and pain and pleasure up her spine, and the constant clench of the cock cage made her remember how pointless it was to try and get hard. It didn't matter; her body kept trying, even though she remembered that it would never break, even as she could still feel the chill of whatever no-gasm drug they'd pumped into her. No matter what happened, she wasn't getting -

She screamed as Mirriam pushed her fist out wide, flaring her fingers in a wide stretch that went beyond anything that she'd felt so far. At the same time, Eliza danced the vibrator up and down her cock cage, the oversensitive thing turning into a perpetual vibrator all along her cock.

"Please!" she begged, barely able to get the one word out. "Please! Just...just a little..."

Begging despite knowing it would get her nothing, she couldn't stop. She kept thrusting her hips forward, trying to get her cock either more stimulated or out from under that hellish thing that was driving her mad. She panted, dripping pre-cum over Mirriam's arm, down along the toy, leaving the whole table stained with her juices.

"Please!"

"There's nothing that you can do," Mirriam said.

"I...I'm sorry," Eliza whispered.

She wasn't even sure if it was a real apology. The lioness's nipples were standing out through her suit, and Vicky could see the stark details of her dripping, oozing cage through the suit, too. There was so much arousal there, now, and the embarrassment and the apology run hollow as the toy swung down and buzzed her -

"NNNGH!"

Right against the ring behind her balls, sending the shocking pleasure through her entire body. She screamed again, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, all but sure that she was going to cum -

But she didn't.

And she wouldn't.

"Now, let's see what happens when we start using some e-stim..."

They let her go an hour later, the 'treatment' done for now. She walked with a limp and a whimper, her prostate so sensitive that every step was like getting fucked up the ass. She didn't know how to deal with it, but she was making the best of it.

The treatment had continued well past mere vibrators and e-stim. She felt like she had been worked over to the nth degree, and the only thing that they didn't do to her on the table was fuck her. They had used tubes to encourage her to start lactating, had kept her horned up, had rubbed her balls with oil that made them temporarily hyper-productive, and had done everything short of inject her with the aphrodisiacs that were in the air to keep her going strong. She still felt like her cock could blow at any second -

"Mmph!"

She slumped against one of the tents as a step too far rubbed against her prostate again, leaving her hissing and biting her lips against the pleasure. Vicky took a handful of seconds to collect herself, standing in a puddle of her own juices before taking another step, a shorter one this time.

For all that it had been torture not being able to cum, she had to admit that it had been one hell of a session. If it had been with proper milkers rather than the guards, she might have even been allowed to cum. And...

And...

And she remembered what they were saying. Not only would the stuff they jammed into her dick keep her from actually cumming properly - even by accident - for who knew how long, but the entire prison would be conditioning their bodies to keep from cumming without extensive and extreme stimulation once they were on the outside. They would be all but addicted to it.

Despite the slight terror of the idea, it brought with it an odd arousal, one that flooded through her again and again. She was curious how it would affect her, what it would do to her. Everything, really, and...

And she wondered how long it would take before she was back in the prison once more, unable to figure out how to live outside, needing the sort of treatment that they gave her. She wondered, briefly, if that was the whole point of this Restitution program.

Arriving at her tent, she stumbled through the opening and found that Sandra was awake, laying on her back. The feline looked up as she passed into the tent and sat on the other bed.

"You were gone for a while."

"Oh, you know. Doing stupid things."

"How long until the guards found you?" Sandra asked.

"About three minutes."

"...I was joking."

"I wasn't."

She groaned as she leaned back, finding some sort of position that allowed her to recline without putting pressure on her prostate or her rim. God, that was going to be hard to deal with; she felt like just having her cheeks rubbing together was going to set her off if she wasn't careful. Fuck, fuck, that was -

"Why did you do that?" Sandra asked.

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you go and push their buttons?"

"Oh, that." She shrugged, getting as comfortable as she could. "I don't know. Boredom, I guess? Or maybe I just wanted to see if I could trick them into getting me off before we slept."

"That sounds like a dumb reason."

"I never said I was smart."

"No, just...horny."

"Heh, give it time, girl. You'll be like that too, soon enough."

"...I hope not."

"If you aren't, you'll be the first to avoid it." She yawned. "Goodnight. Sleep well."

The End

Summary: A little POV shift to Vicky, and some insight into what happens to those that fuck around in the prison.

Tags: Trans Female/Trans Female, tF/tF, Lioness, Vixen, Mare, Cat, Bondage, Fisting, Chastity Cage, Humiliation, Edging, Sensitizing, Toys, Pre-Cum, Chastity, Horny, Power Bottom,