Brittany Goes To Jail

TWO:
A STRANGE NEW WORLD

Here I was, me, Brittany Taylor, tied to a bed, in a padded room,
ropes tied 'round my now bulging breasts and my clit and vagina,
a loop tied round a vibrating dildo, which was whirring in my wet
vagina, my body flushed.
The last thing I remembered was getting cuffed by a court baliff,
after the judge found me guilty, and I got dragged into a van,
before a big goon in white jabbed me with a needle. The next
thing I knew, here I was. What kind of jail had I been sent to?
Like, since when do mental health state hospitals allow their
inmates--patients--convicts?--to be stripped naked and treated
sexually like I was? For that matter, how was it that Ms. Li got
to be the foreperson of the jury? Was there some connection
twixt her and the whole A-440 thing?
Just then, the padded door opened, and in stepped a long black
haired woman in a lab coat stepped in saying, "Welcome, pet.
Does that dildo I placed in you feel so good?" From there, she
kissed my face cheek before adding, "You're now in the Oakdale
Universal Maximum State Mental Health Hospital, which is 40
feet underground, with solid concrete surrounding it, miles of
high voltage fences surrounding the surface entrance, along
with guard towers loaded with sharpshooters with orders to
shoot to kill. All in all, the place is 70,000% escape proof. Oh,
by the way, the name's Monique, I'll be one of your mistresses."
Monique!! No wonder she looked familiar; she was the girlfriend
of Trent Lane, Jane's brother and frontman for that band of his,
Mystik Sprial. For a year and a half she had once been my female
submissive and I was her dom till we broke up. But what was she
doing here?!?
As if in reply, Monique added, "You didn't know that Ms. Angela Li,
Lawndale High's principal and the head of the O.U.M.S.M.H.H.,
Samantha Morris were old friends, along with Kevin Thomson's folks.
Well, Ms. Morris is also a bordello lover that believes that sex can be
used as a tool for mind control and rehabilitation, as well using the
place as a bordello in the hopes of turning women and girls like you
into porn stars--and that sexual tool is known as the A-440 Project.
So given your bad reputation for hurting Kevin and the late Tommy
Sherman, as well as anyone else that crossed your path, it seemed
fitting we'd kill two pigs with one rock, turning a bimbo like you into
a lover of sex, as well as to show you the folly of cheating on your
Kevvy, along with your meaness and brutality, if not your views on
sex. So we had Kevin's parents call the police to get you busted,
while Ms. Li pulled some strings to not only get you convicted, but
also to get you setenced to be sent here. The rest, as they say, is
history."
So THAT was it!! The whole thing had been a setup!! All that, just to
get me sexually deflowerd, violated, raped, or words to that effect!!
EEP!! Worse still, not only was the principal in cahoots with a sex
operation, but now, our school gym teacher was as well--not to
mention the owner of a underground nuthouse turned sex gulag!!
Was there more that met the eye when it came to Ms. Morris? Was
her job as a high school gym teacher a sideline and a front and that
her job at the O.U.M.S.,whatever, her REAL line of work?!?
However my reverie was interrupted when Monique came to my feet
and untied them from the foot of the bed, then brought them up and
over my head before she tied them to the head of the bed (where my
wrists were also tied), and said, "Have I got a special treat for you, pet.
I hope you love it." So saying, she produced a smaller vibrating dildo,
and a turkey baster, which looked like an eyedropper, then set the
vibe rate on the dildo in my vagina to full intesity; already I was writhing
all over. But just then, Monique filled up the baster with water based lube
fluid and stuck that down in my butt, and squirted a big amount in there
before taking the baster out, and gently sticking the small dildo in my
butt, slow--and that was when she set its vibrations also to full intensity.
Instantly I was groaning and moaning and wimpering behind my
strapped ball.
But that wasn't all, for just then, Monique said, "Now, it's my turn, pet,"
before she took off her lab coat, revealing her white satin bra and panty
clad body. From there, she produced twelve syringe needles and said,
"Know what's in these needles? No? They contain Ms. Morris' new
prototype invention, the new SEM 360 sex drug which works just like
Spanish Fly, only it's not lethal, no matter how much is given you.
Each injection will make hyper over sexed with you hungering for more
and more sex, while making you way beyond sexually aroused beyond
your limits for the ultimate orgasm, for four hours--and since 4 times
12 is 48, that means you will be that way for 48 hours. Oh, by the way,
that shot that dude gave you in the paddy wagon, it's sort of a happy
drooly drug, which will last also for 48 hours which means you will
be as weak and helpless like a baby, so here we go." So saying, she
washed my buttcheeks with alcohol, before sticking them twelve times
with the needles, my gasping, "EEP!!" behind the ball, while Monique
masturbated by rubbing her vagina and clit through her panty.
When it was done, Monique sat on my face, my face buried in her
panty clad vagina and clit, the strong frangrance of her wet juices
wetting my nose. All of a sudden she moved, humped, rode, and
grinded her crotch on my face and nose while she sat facing my feet,
shoving in and out the vaginal and anal dildos till I got real wet, the
shots of the SEM 360 taking effect; I was soon excessively aroused
way beyond my limits, wanting more sex, getting more wet till I
screamed in orgasmic delight--just as Monique's panty got so wet
with lots of juice. That done, she got off, unstrapped and took the
ball from my mouth, took off her bra and panty, jammed the said
soaking panty in my mouth, and stuck and restrapped the ball back
in my mouth, saying, "Suck up all those juices, pet, they taste SO
GOOD."
The fact I was now oversexed, I was so, like, turned on at the sight of
Monique's naked body, her firm breasts with the hard nipples, which
she now rubbed in my face and butt before she untied me from the bed,
untied the rope 'round my breasts, tied my wrists before me, and placed
a collar with a chain leash on it 'round my neck. Then, after sucking,
licking and kissing the tips of my clamped nipples (which sent me to
the peak of getting wet), Monique said, "Now you're my pony girl. I
want you to prance just like real pony back and forth for me."
Neddless to say, I complied, prancing from one side of the room to the
other for an hour. Finally Monique said, "Come on, pet, let's go
see Mistress Sandi and her group."
Sandi? As in Sandi Griffin? Was she in the whole farce as well? The
whole thing was getting worse all the time, or for that matter,
sexually arousing all the time, because of the SEM 360. If only
mom and dad would save me in time....!!

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