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Milking Prison Restitution

Chapter 2

For player567

By Draconicon

It shouldn't have affected her as much as it did, but being stripped and collared hit Sandra more severely than she had ever imagined such a thing would. Oh, she had seen dramas and read books of men and women that had been collared and forced down into a role beneath their station, but she had never imagined just how effective the collar was at enforcing that.

As the elevator descended, she barely paid any attention to the other naked prisoners, instead reaching up and stroking the metal band around her neck. Even as she reached around to the back of it, she knew that there would be no seam. The metal was flush against itself, as if it had never been open in the first place, and a shiver ran down her spine as the fearful thought of never getting it off filled her mind. The idea of being forced to wear the prison collar for the rest of her life was chilling, to say the least.

The only comfort she could find was that everyone else was likewise collared. Low, high, thuggish or otherwise, every prisoner wore the same collar, the same anklets, and the same bracelets. They were all naked, and...and they were all...

It was something she hadn't noticed on the ride here, but now that they were all naked, it was impossible to miss. Every prisoner had a cock, and every cock was caged. Sandra realized belatedly that she should have figured that out when the guard told her that they would be forcing orgasms out of her and everyone else, but she'd been in a panic then. She forgave herself that little oversight.

"Sub-Level 1."

The elevator stopped, opening on a small, contained 'village' of sorts, where a series of huts were set up in a circle around a town square. The fact that the whole place was basically a floor within a massive underground cylinder was almost forgettable with the natural-feeling lighting that illuminated the place.

The orca from the van stepped out, pushed along by one of the guards. The remaining five of them were kept back, and the elevator door closed.

Glancing at the panel that the guards protected so zealously, Sandra noticed that there were five sub-levels and the top floor. A rather extensive prison, she had to admit, and one that clearly was more concerned with privacy and security than it was with the rights of the inmates. Then again, she could have guessed that with the way that they'd treated her in the processing room.

She shifted from foot to foot, still feeling the raw ache between her cheeks from the fisting. It had been easier than it should have been, and the feline was curious what was in the lube that had been slathered over her hole. Fisting was not something that she had allowed before, and...

I didn't get that hard from it...did I?

Sure, ice had been used to get her soft again, but she hadn't imagined that a fist inside her would feel that good. Or...was she misremembering?

"Sub-Level 2."

The doors opened again, this time on a slightly less pleasant scene. Instead of a little village, there was a series of small houses running in two rows all the way across the floor, connecting it in a single central street broken up by a square in the very center. Those that lived on this floor moved in pairs, and they were a little less happy-joyful, though no less drippy. It was impossible to miss the slime-strings that ran from their cock cages to the paved ground below their feet.

Two more stepped out there, and the doors closed. Down again, with no sign of just how deep she was going to go.

It couldn't be that much further, Sandra was sure. The whole idea of being put down to the bottom of the facility terrified her, but surely even her crime - and a $25k charge - wasn't sufficient to put her at the bottom of the prison. That would have been overkill. That was where the rapists and murderers would be, surely.

"Sub-Level 3."

One of the guards pushed her from behind, and Sandra sighed in relief before she could stop herself. She was the only one being pushed out here, and stumbled out of the elevator before she could stop herself. She bounced forward a couple of steps, but before she could glare back at the guards, the elevator door was already closing, sealing her off and leaving her here.

Shaking her head, she turned around. Unlike the grassy ground of Sub-Level 1 and the paved but still 'natural' ground of Sub-Level 2, Sub-Level 3 had a floor of black rubber, soft and giving beneath her feet, but no less unnatural for that. The entire floor was lit with a light that would have been neon if it was any brighter, but instead felt more like an oil slick that had been given the chance to glow enough to light small areas. She looked at the ceiling more than thirty feet over her head and despite herself, she shivered. It felt like some looming thing, waiting to fall and bury them if they were bad.

There weren't the same huts or houses here, but rather various tents, each one with an open front that probably served as a door. She half-expected them to be sealed, too, but they were still wide open.

"Not exactly a prison down here..." She looked over her shoulder at the elevator and shook her head. "Then again..."

"Hey there!"

Sandra whipped around, her tail flicking out behind her and getting bottle-brushy in shock. The vixen all but charging at her from one of the tents stopped in her tracks, holding her hands up in apology.

"Sorry, sorry. I just don't see a lot of new people down here, heh."

"...Do you go around giving everyone heart-attacks, or am I a special case?"

"Just because you're new." The vixen smiled, offering a hand. "I'm Vicky."

"Sandra," she said, keeping her hands at her sides.

The moment stretched on for a few seconds, with Vicky eventually lowering her hand to her side. She was...well, to put it bluntly, she looked like someone that belonged in a place like this. Naked, she had the double-D breasts of a girl that walked the streets showing off, her head tilted back with the confidence of a whore that knew what sort of goods she had and how she wanted to use them. Her cock cage was smaller than Sandra's, and she imagined that the vixen had less to offer down there, though her curves stood out a bit more in the hips and the rump than the cat's did.

That said, considering how slender Sandra was, that was an easy claim.

Sandra glanced around, seeing nobody else coming to greet her. She waved around the floor.

"Where's everyone else?"

"Oh, either being milked or sleeping it off. You get used to people taking it easy down here. When they can."

"This...milking."

"Oh, they didn't explain it to you?"

"Not much."

"Well, come with me. We can walk and talk. Kinda boring just standing here, you know?"

Nodding, Sandra fell in step behind the vixen. Despite the fact that the other woman had some serious curves, it was impossible to miss the sight of back-sac from behind. The fact that they were so swollen made her wonder if they did a very good job milking their prisoners down here, or if something else was going on. She chalked that up to one more thing to ask when the time came.

As they walked along, she leaned ahead, looking into the tents that they passed. The ones that were occupied were, as Vicky had said, occupied by sleeping figures. They were passed out, their cocks caged, and some of them had even bigger balls than the vixen did. She arched an eyebrow, looking down at her own past the cage she had to wear, and wondered just how long it would take before hers started changing, too.

"So, what did they tell you? So I know where to start."

"Just that they're going to force us to cum and earn our way out with that."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Well, that means that I get the job of giving you the full picture." Vicky chuckled, stopping and waving her hands in front of her. "Picture this. A sterile lab with a single steel table, the top of which is covered in binding tools. You're on all fours, and lab assistants are slowly undoing the chastity cage you're in. Your balls hurt, your cock is throbbing so hard, and you're horny beyond belief.

"Then, suddenly, they slather your cock with some sort of hyper-sensitive gel, making it throb harder than ever. You feel like you could cum in just one stroke, one little tug of your dick, and you beg them to let you touch yourself."

"But they won't let you, will they?" Sandra asked.

"Nope. Not even a little bit. They keep you tied up, pinned down, and then they make sure that you get some stimulation. And never enough, either. Trust me, it's so teasing. All that sensitivity and no way to use it. Sometimes, they'll just take a feather to your dick, teasing it from the base to the tip, getting you dripping pre-cum and nothing else. Other times? Oh, god, sometimes they'll just sit behind you and breathe on your dick."

"...Just...breathe?"

"Oh, you have no idea, do you? You've never been that sensitive and needy. Trust me, when they get you all riled up, that's fucking torture. And it's so fucking hot."

It took everything Sandra had to not make a comment about the lewd nature of the other woman. She was...odd, almost like she enjoyed what they were doing to her in this perverted place. How anyone could get that into denial, she didn't know, and she feared that something was in the air or water that would do it to her, as well.

She had a life outside prison. She had a life, and she wanted to get back to it and forget that this had ever happened, not be that changed by it.

Vicky turned back to her, only to chuckle to herself.

"Not buying it, huh?"

Sandra shook her head slowly.

"Eh, that's fine. It's kinda hard to believe, I get that. Still, don't you notice how it's just easier right now?"

"...What do you mean, easier?"

"Well, look at you. The way you're standing, I'm gonna guess that you had a stick up your ass the whole time you were out there?"

"..."

"Come on. It's just us right now. Are you really that prim and proper?"

"...No," Sandra muttered, shaking her head. "But...I didn't expect to be taken to this place. I was signed up without my consent."

"Ahhhh, that explains it." Vicky shook her head and patted her back. "I understand. This would be a hell of a lot harder if you weren't ready for it. Hell, I was ready for it - signed up for it and everything - and I didn't expect a fist-fucking as soon as I got into processing. Hey, do they still do that?"

Sandra nodded.

"Heh, hot stuff. Anyway, anyway. Back to the point. You notice that it's easier than it should be?"

"Than what should be?" Sandra asked, fighting the urge to grit her teeth in annoyance at the constant hopping around with the subject.

"Everything, hon, everything."

"..."

"Oh god, you're not getting it. Look at you. You're naked. You're in a cock-cage. You were just fisted, for crying out loud, and you're not even embarrassed, are you?"

"...No...No, I'm not."

And now that it had been pointed out, she was rather surprised that she hadn't noticed it before. Even during processing, her humiliation had been more about being collared and caged rather than about the nudity and fisting. Her fear, such as it had been, had already diluted, fading away, becoming something...something else, and she wasn't sure that she liked that. Someone should feel a bit off compared to their normal selves when they were put through something like this.

Her eyes widened as she realized that she was even a little - god, no, that was impossible, but her balls were...churning, just a bit. She reached down without thinking, and Vicky chuckled.

"Ah, there you are. Got it now, huh?"

"What...what did they..."

"It's the aphrodisiacs, girl. It's everywhere, in everything."

"...Everything?"

"In the air, in the water, even in the floor. You think that it's that shiny and smooth for the look?"

"You mean...everything we do..."

"Is meant to keep us good, high, and horny. Gotta keep us in line and obedient for all the treatments, right?"

It couldn't be true, and yet, it must be, considering the fact that she wasn't completely breaking down at that very moment. Her breath came in sharp huffs as she tried to think about what that would mean, how it affected her, and all she could think of was...was...

The table. The hands. The cumming.

She was already starting to twitch down there, and the cage felt tighter than it had just a few seconds ago. All the huffing and puffing was probably bringing more of the aphrodisiac into her system, forcing her to calm down, thinking of more of the arousal, more of the kinky stuff that might happen. She groaned under her breath, pressing both hands against the sides of her head.

"They're...they're fucking with us."

"Well, duh. This is a pretty sexual prison, you know."

"And you...you're just fine with this?"

"Girl, I was a streetwalker out there. I was getting by okay, but all things considered, it was just a matter of time until some John got pissed off and reported me for not doing everything that he wanted. The fact that I was just arrested for trespassing is small potatoes."

"...How much are you in for?"

"$3k fine. You?"

"...$25k."

"...Oof." Vicky shook her head, and to Sandra's surprise, the vixen pulled her into a hug. It was the first naked hug that she'd had with another woman, and the feeling of going boob to boob with her was...different. They were of a different height, so their nipples didn't exactly cross, but the feeling of fur against them was new. "Sorry, hon. I didn't know it was that bad."

"...Is it going to be...bad, for me?" the cat asked.

"Well...it depends on how fast you want to get out."

"They told me..." She wheezed, the reality catching up, fighting against the aroused calm that the prison was trying to keep her in. "They told me five years."

"Oof. They're going to put you on the extreme track, then."

"Extreme...how extreme?"

"Well..." Vicky sighed, stepping back. "Let's just say that fisting is going to be an average Tuesday by this time next month, huh?"

"..."

"Hey, if it's any consolation, I kind of envy you. I wanted that, but they said that $3k isn't enough to fast-track."

Sandra had stopped listening, lost in her own mind as the reality of the whole thing kept trying to come crashing down. So far, the arousal that she'd been made aware of was keeping the whole thing more or less at bay, but it was a fight to keep her head on straight as the world spun around her, each new word new information that she had to deal with, and a new reminder about her fate in the prison. Fisting becoming that normal could not be a good thing, and yet...and yet...and yet...

And yet, her body trembled in anticipation of what might happen to it next. Her balls were churning away, and her cheeks burned as she thought of what they might do to her. If she could really become so sensitive that a mere breath across her shaft would make her want to cum, then what else would they do to her to torment her?

Because it would be torment, she had no doubt of that. This was a place of pure punishment, not pleasure.

Vicky patted her arm.

"Are you okay?"

"...I'm going to be," Sandra said, squeezing the other woman's hand. "Thanks for asking."

"No sweat."

"You...do you get like this with all the new people?"

"Well, uh, to be fair, you're the first new person since I got here last month."

"...Great."

"Hey, not many people fall into the middle-ground. Most crime is malicious or minor. We fall in the cracks."

"And then get fucked in them..."

"Hey, hot-dogging's fun."

She smiled despite herself, shaking her head at the silly antics of the fox woman. If nothing else, she'd found someone that would be good at keeping her spirits up, and she'd take that.

Before she could ask anything else, though, the whole floor echoed with the peal of a bell. She blinked, looking around.

"What's that?"

"Oh, it just means that the elevator's coming down."

"You'd think they'd keep that quiet."

"Nah. It's a warning to stay away. If you break that warning, they take you for more extreme punishment."

That made sense, she supposed, though it was a thing to remember. If she was going to make this work, then she needed to be careful, well-informed.

She glanced toward the elevator as it opened, ejecting a lioness and a couple of other guards onto the floor. They wore the same black and blue latex suits that the guards in the processing room had worn, and they moved around, checking the tents one by one. Vicky nudged her.

"Looks like you're not the only new one today," the vixen said.

"What do you mean?"

"Never seen the lioness before. And she's got that new walk. Little flirty, little swishy."

"Little self-righteous -"

"Whoa, whoa, where do you get that from?"

Sandra shook her head. It was hard to tell, really, but there was just something about the way that the lioness was looking into the tents. It was too close to the way that her lawyer had looked at her, as if he knew better than she did what she needed in her life, and that he would just have to help her accept it.

That sort of self-righteousness had no place in the world, as far as she was concerned. All it did was fuck with people, making them that much more out of place, keeping them from living their real lives. She wanted to move on, but Vicky held her hand, keeping them on the path through the middle of the floor.

Eventually, the lioness walked up to them. She had a name-tag on the upper left of her chest, which read 'Eliza.' She had a nervous smile on, too, and she waved.

"Um, hello. Just checking in with the prisoners and seeing how you're all doing. I trust you're settling in well, Ms., um, Sandra?"

The feline nodded, stiff and annoyed, and the lioness slowly lost her smile. She cleared her throat.

"Anyway, um, I'm just doing my rounds, checking in on the lot of you. I hope that you're all having a good day, and that you're ready to be productive."

Chipper. So painfully chipper. Sandra wanted to throw her off a bridge almost immediately as she flashed back to the false-smiles and the happy-go-lucky nature of the paid-for assistants of her school days. They were never genuine, and she knew for a fact that most of them would have punted the kids that they were responsible for over a fence rather than spend five seconds helping them.

But this was worse. This was someone that not only drank the Kool-Aid but believed the promises that came with it. This bitch honestly thought she was -

"If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"Yeah. Let me go," Sandra said.

"...I...we're here to help, I promise."

"Uh-huh."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"You? No. But everyone else in the system did."

"You're given a pretty good opportunity here, Ms. Sandra. You could have gone to regular prison. I mean, at least here, you can -"

"How about you get the hell out of my face? If you aren't going to let me out of here, you can't help me."

"...Okay...sorry."

The lioness's smile was completely dead, and Sandra felt no guilt for being responsible for that. She crossed her arms, feeling a little thrill despite herself as the guard walked down the road, going back to checking tents. Her thrill just kept tingling up and down her spine from having stood up to one of the guards, and it was only when Vicky rolled her eyes that she was pulled out of her personal high.

"What?"

"Did you really have to do that?"

"I don't belong here. I didn't ask to be here. And I'm not going to be nice just because they think I should be."

"Just saying. You're already on the extreme track, and you pissing the guards off is going to make them take it further."

"Can't go much worse."

"Oh, Sandra, trust me. It can go a hell of a lot worse than you can imagine. They specialize in 'worse' here."

"What -"

"Besides...she was kinda cute."

"...Considering your dick is caged up, I doubt that you're going to get any action from that one."

"Who says I like using it?" Vicky chuckled. "Besides, never hurts to have a cutie on your side when things are down. They say that they treat us equally, but we all know that the guards have favorites."

"Let me guess. You've got a few that like you?"

"Hmmmm, a couple. But you?" Vicky shook her head. "Something tells me that you're going to become the favorite punching bag of at least some of them. You just can't help yourself, can you?"

Sandra shrugged. If it came down to that, then it came down to that, and she could take it. But she would not just roll over and do what they wanted. The minute that she had a chance to file a complaint against her lawyer, she would. The second that she had a chance to get in touch with another lawyer to start working on getting her the hell out of here, she'd do that, too. Anything to get back to being somewhere sane. Even a normal prison for double the time would be better than this.

She shook her head, trying to calm down when the same bell rang out, this time for twice as long before an announcement followed.

"Prisoners Sandra and Vicky. Report for milking. Repeat, prisoners Sandra and Vicky, report for milking."

"That's us. Come with me," the vixen said.

It was one thing to defy the guards, but something else again to defy the orders coming down. She fell in step behind the vixen, allowing herself to be led away from the tents and to the outer edge of the sub-level.

As they approached an otherwise unremarkable wall, it rolled open to reveal an outer ring to the main part of the prison level. Just as Vicky had described, there were various tables waiting, as well as various staff members in white coats that were patting the tables to call them over like house-cats.

The implications were not lost on her, nor was the humiliation. Her face burned as she walked up to the tables, feeling the soft shift of the oiled rubber to the soft metal plates that were in the milking area, and she gritted her teeth as she climbed onto the table. The various staff members 'helped' her slide her hands into position, the binding bands sliding over her wrists and her ankles to keep her from moving.

"So, what are we doing today, guys?" Vicky asked.

"A simple handjob edging session," one of the staff said.

"Ugh. That's boring, though."

"It is sufficient for milking pre-cum, however."

"Couldn't we at least do the cage vibes?"

"Not today. And besides, we want the new girl to know what it's like, too, don't we?"

"Mmmph...I guess."

How in the world...

The idea of asking the guards for something rougher just didn't make sense to her, but they were already turning to her. Some sort of key was pulled out of nowhere, and as soon as it was tapped to her cage, the plastic sheath came loose. Her cock dropped, and - to her great surprise - started rising almost immediately, throbbing up with a need that she hadn't felt for quite some time.

Sandra bit her lip as she saw the same thing happening to Vicky just beside her, the vixen swaying her ass in a temptress's way for the rest of the lab staff, chuckling as she did. The whole thing seemed all but impossible, insane, completely surreal compared to the way that the world was supposed to work, but here they were, and here it was. Her breath caught in her throat as one of the lab-coated women shoved her hand under the table into something that went 'glorp' as her hand went in it.

"What - what is that?" Sandra asked.

"The same thing I was telling you about," Vicky said. "Sensitizing gel."

"Oh god."

"It's not the strong stuff," the woman fondling the goop said. "We're going for handjobs here, remember?"

"Ugh. Way to take the fun out of it."

Sandra was rapidly starting to wonder if she was the only sane person in the room, but no sooner had the thought occurred to her than she was feeling her thighs pushed apart, one gloved finger rubbing around her rim. She hissed as that finger pushed in, somehow feeling bigger than the fist - probably due to lack of lube - and tried not to buck her hips when it found her prostate and rubbed it.

"Nice and full, and properly sensitive," the woman behind her said. "That'll stand her in good stead for the milking."

Sandra groaned as she tried to keep her head down. She wanted to be embarrassed, even humiliated with the milking, but even as she tried to hold onto those emotions, something else kept intruding.

That something else...was arousal. Thick, heavy, and warm, it had a grip on her cock and balls and refused to let go. Even as the pressure of the binds kept her breasts pinned to the table and flattened out, she could feel the need to hump getting stronger and stronger. Her cock felt harder, the eight-inch length twitching, even coming close to bouncing and slapping across her belly more than once. She hissed through her teeth at the odd pleasure that was still churning away, and that was just the start.

The goop-covered glove she'd been fearing reached around between her legs, and she gasped as it slathered her cock in cool slime. It was like the few times that she had taken lube to her cock and really gotten it all slicked up for the pleasure of jerking off hard. This, though? This was different.

She panted as she felt her cock tingle, throbbing even harder, somehow, and the tip felt like it was expanding, flaring, twitching, pulsing. She could feel her heartbeat through her cock even more than usual, and her balls felt like they were dropping, expanding, swelling, and churning with so much eager seed. She thrust once, just once, and the feeling of the air going past her cock left her yelping with surprise.

"Ah...mmph..."

"That's a good reaction. Write that down, people," someone said.

They grabbed her, then. Two hands on her hips, one on her cock, one on her balls. They stroked slowly, teasing it up and down, and she almost screamed from how good it felt. It was even better than the time that bi-curious guy had come to her place and offered to suck her off, thinking that since she was mostly a girl, it wouldn't be gay. Stupid thought, but a good mouth.

This was better. This was so much better.

She would have arched her back to thrust against it or pull away, she wasn't sure which, but the milkers were already holding her in place, making sure that she couldn't move too much as they stroked her. Each little teasing brush of that gloved hand was so slow, so gentle, and she whimpered as she wanted it to stop or speed up. Less or more. Nothing or completion, she wasn't sure which.

She was already dripping, the cat realized, her pre-cum flowing from her cock and gradually dripping down over the table. She could barely catch her breath as the latex glove ran down to the head of her cock, cupping the tip and running along it, before squeezing tight and slowly dragging back down to her sac.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

"Make sure she doesn't cum. We're just harvesting pre-cum today," the one stroking her said. "Tell me if any of the scanners show her getting close."

"Nnngh!" she moaned in protest.

"This is a prison, Ms. Sandra. Did you think it would be purely pleasure?"

No, but she'd thought that they'd hold off on the torment a little longer, at least. Looking sideways, she saw that Vicky was panting happily, the vixen's eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, her tongue dragging along the surface of her table. Her cock was already oozing into some sort of collection vial, and she imagined that her own was doing the same. She panted, huffing as she closed her eyes.

They'd only just started, and she was on the verge of begging for mercy. How long would they torment her for?

The End

Summary: Sandra reaches Sub-Level 3, her place in prison, and meets another inmate.

Tags: tF/solo, tF/tF, Trans Female, Prison, Bondage, Milking, Pre-Cum, Sensitizer, Series, Nudity, Collar, Cock Cage, Aphrodisiac, Exhibitionism, Lioness, Cat, Vixen, Various Species,