Danielle's Story

She had done it about ten times before finally getting caught. Now she was paying for her sins. It was a victimless crime, Danielle thought, and she didn't fully understand what the big deal was. She didn't have a health insurance policy and needed to be seen by the doctor for her own wellbeing! Now she and her friend were accused of insurance fraud. Danielle should have confessed to being the sole person responsible for the fraud rather than allow Jennifer to get dragged into this, but the prosecution had decided on their own that Jennifer should rightly have noticed charges and doctor's visits on her insurance statements. Her failure to report suspicious activity and her closeness to Danielle pointed to her collusion in the fraud. In a private arbitration between herself and the state, Danielle was ultimately found guilty of insurance fraud, possessing false identification, conspiracy to commit fraud, and lying to police officer. Jennifer was found guilty on lesser charges and would receive a lighter sentence.

Both women were sentenced as non-violent offenders and brought out of arbitration in handcuffs to be fitted with chastity devices to begin their sentence of sexual deprivation.

"I'm so sorry, Jennifer," Danielle whispered as they sat on a cold bench, waiting to be processed. The room they were held in was populated with a few other people, all sitting with their hands cuffed; none of them looking confident about what was going to happen to them. A young girl of what appeared to Danielle to be no more than 18 sat with tears streaming down her face, and a middle-aged biker-looking guy appeared to be furious rather than subdued after having been convicted of a crime. Danielle considered her friend and thought Jennifer looked pretty furious too.

"This was the final straw, Danielle," Jennifer replied coldly. "Since we were children, you have always had a selfish streak. If you want something you can't have, you'll do whatever it takes to get your way, even if it means using and harming your best friend! To hell with the consequences! We're finished, Dani!"

Jennifer was the first to be escorted away and she disappeared through a set of metal doors, presumably to be fitted with a device and released. Danielle continued to wait her turn with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her mind kept wandering to the five years worth of orgasms in the sexual prime of her life that would forever be lost to her as a result of her choices. She felt a deep sense of guilt for Jennifer's situation, but her own situation was much worse. Jennifer would be released from her belt in just one year.

"You're lucky to have this opportunity," a female guard said, interrupting Danielle's thoughts. Danielle must have been looking very melancholy for the guard to have said anything at all. She had been otherwise quiet, allowing the offenders to stew in their own misery before being locked into their sexual deprivation devices. "Back in day, they'd just throw you in a little cell and let your brain rot for years on end." Danielle smiled at her and nodded her head.

"You're not wrong, ma'am. But I'm sure going to miss my orgasms all the same." Danielle was well aware of the bullet she dodged by having been convicted

after

the prison reform laws went into effect. Productivity was very important in Danielle's society and a working citizen was far preferred over an incarcerated one. It was for that reason that sexual deprivation for non-violent offenders was derived as a punishment in the first place. Maintaining the privacy of an offender's conviction and punishment was likewise a top priority to the department of corrections because it reduced the possibility of offenders becoming unemployed or socially ostracized. The goal was to punish and correct, not to destroy. That being the case, Danielle could move freely through society with only a handful of people knowing the secret she would be hiding under her clothing.

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"Alright, let's go, Marcan," the female guard finally said "One of the technicians is ready for you."

The tall brunette stood upon hearing her last name and allowed herself to be led through the metal doors, into to a room that looked like it was a cross between a workshop, a gynecological exam room, and a fitting area. It was cold and impersonal, with an industrial scent in the air, likely from the chemicals that were used to construct the belts. Danielle shuddered when her gaze fell on a rack that held belts of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Most of them were in gray or black, but some were in skin tones clearly meant to conceal, and others were made in shades of bright pink, neon yellow, and even glittery rainbow patterns. Inner torment or even mercy was clearly a part of the punishment that was factored into the design of each belt. What kind of person would be forced to wear a glittery pink cock cage? Her mind immediately went to the biker-guy in the waiting room. Danielle shivered at the thought of very soon being locked up in one of those devices and hoped that her crime did not warrant additional elements or eye-catching colors. She was led to a small dais where she was uncuffed and told to disrobe completely.

This is it,

she lamented as she stripped and kicked her clothing off into a little pile.

She covered her body with her hands as best she could, and man approached her with a laser wand. He was on the younger side, and wore a wrinkled, plaid button down shirt, a pair of khakis, and his hair was somewhat unkempt with wire-rimmed glasses.

"Arms out, legs apart," he directed her. He didn't even say hello, or discuss the process with her before he had her naked body under his scrutiny.

A beam of light was projected across her body and between her legs, and a 3-D image of her form popped up on a screen at the man's workstation. A robe and a chair were provided for Danielle and her hands were resecured behind her back while the technician, who eventually identified himself as Mr. Young, quickly went to work designing a device for her specific form.

Danielle watched in dismay as Mr. Young added a bra to the setup. She wondered if Jennifer was given a bra to wear, or if something like this was reserved for other types of crimes, or longer sentences. The 3-D printer whirled to life producing her personal prison using a rock-hard composite that would be cured beneath a UV light. The composite material was known to be unbreakable, and she understood from her own research that once it was locked on, it was not coming off without the key. To that end, emergency medical staff had master keys in the event of an emergency. Danielle looked on with trepidation as layers of composite were added, one atop the other and the devices she would wear took shape.

In the weeks leading up to her arbitration she had done some research on the types of methods that were employed for sexual deprivation should it come down to a guilty verdict. The chastity belt designs that she found awakened something in her that both aroused her and filled her a deep sense of shame for having done something so awful as to warrant the control of her own sexuality being removed from her. And now, as she watched her own device being constructed, her pussy throbbed with need. Moisture pooled between her legs over the mere thought of being locked into the belt and bra for the next five years. She hadn't expected to be so aroused at the thought of it, but she couldn't help herself. Somehow the loss of control was driving her nuts. Was this their plan?

As she waited for her devices to print, a thought occurred to her. The technician was not particularly good looking, and a bit overweight. He didn't appear like the kind of guy who had a lot of luck with the ladies and that got the wheels turning in her head. She bit her lower lip and broached an awkward subject with him.

"Mr. Young, I uhm... I have a proposition for you if you're interested."

He lofted an eyebrow and she continued with her best bedroom voice.

"It seems like we have some time before the items you're building over there will be finished and we're all alone here. If you'll permit me, I can give you the best blowjob of your life if you'll return the favor and grant me one last orgasm before the famine I'm facing." Danielle looked at him with hope sparkling in her blue eyes but he disregarded her and returned to his keyboard to adjust the design of her device.

"I'm not sure what you take me for, Offender Marcan, but bribery comes with consequences, and you will be issued a consequence for your indecent proposition." His voice had turned cold, and the young man she took for being timid and lonely where love was concerned was suddenly very forceful and firm. Her face fell and to her surprise, rather than feeling rejected and hurt, his ability to stand up to her aroused her further! "You seem to have a history of roping others into your illegal activities, and I will not be your next victim." His fingers flew across the keys and a rear plug was added to the model on his screen.

"I'm going to have you hop on into the exam chair. I'd like to run a few tests while the printer is working." He uncuffed Danielle and put a footstool in front of the genealogical style exam chair.

"Do you think I'm dangerous?" she asked as he buckled her wrists into a set of padded cuffs affixed to the sides of the table.

"Dangerous? No. This program is strictly for non-violent individuals. Oh, you mean the cuffs? No, you might try to rub out a quick orgasm, though. You've lost access to your vagina, and you'll stay cuffed until your sex is locked away."

A probe was inserted into her pussy and Mr. Young adjusted a flat-screen monitor so she could view it. On the screen, various sexually illicit content was displayed to her. It ranged from vanilla, soft-core, to hard-core, and to some rather extreme, and humiliating fetishes.

"What are you doing?" Danielle asked, blushing.

"Gathering data on what you like. It can be useful down the road."

In spite of her protests and her declarations of disgust to some of the material she viewed, the proof was in the pudding, and the probe in her vagina dutifully measured the vaginal fluid she produced, building a profile of what sexually explicit material she liked, and didn't like.

"You'll be assigned a monitor," Mr. Young explained. "That person becomes your legal guardian and will look out for your physical and emotional well-being while you are in custody. They also design a treatment program for you to firstly punish you for your crimes, and also to help reform you so you make better choices in the future and you don't end up reoffending."

Danielle nodded her head, kind of seeing where he was going with this.

"I'll provide this report to your monitor when you get assigned one. Like I said, it may come in useful down the road."

After the printed components were cured and assembled at Mr. Young's work table, he held up the finished products with pride. "Let's get you suited up," he said, snapping on a pair of latex gloves.

Danielle had watched as he used screw drivers and a soldering gun to affix the locks to the freshly printed components, but he did not see fit to explain the other things that he added. He let her down from the stirrups and the bra went on first. Danielle slipped her arms out of the robe she'd been wearing and leaned forward as she was directed so her ample breasts could be lowered into the hardened, composite cups. Her nipples settled into a small, foam-lined compartment that would dampen vibrations and prevent her nipples from being stimulated in any way. Mr. Young tapped on the cups in various places to demonstrate. She could feel sensation through the thin composite up until he reached to her nipples, and then the foam prevented any sensation at all. Clever, she thought wryly. While the cups were solid and hardened, the cross-back straps of the bra were made of fine, linked mesh that would enable her some freedom of movement. She tried shaking her torso to dislodge the bra, but it remained tightly secured to her body. The magnetic lock was situated between the cups where the entire device was connected and secured with a wand-like magnetic key.

The dreaded belt came next and while the installation did not involve her active participation, Danielle knew better than to fight the matter. She was walking out of there with that belt on no matter what, and giving Mr. Young a hard time about it would only make things worse for her. He fit the black band around her waist and closed it with an ominous click using the magnetic wand to lock it. The waistband dipped down a little in front and rose higher on the hips, which Mr. Young explained would facilitate her ability to exercise and play sports; something the D.O.C. wanted her to engage in so she'd stay fit and healthy. The crotch piece hung down from the front and was drawn through her legs to the back. The rear band which was little more than a composite cord with some give to it, slid between her butt cheeks.

"I need you to pull your labia through the slot at the bottom," he instructed her. The opening at the bottom of the belt was lined with the vibration dampening foam, and was wide enough to fit her finger through with some leeway. He pulled the rear strap taut before locking it into place at the back of the waistband and Danielle suddenly felt pressure against her anus as the rear strap dug into her and the crotch plate was pulled snuggly against her body; too snug, in fact. Her labia protruded very obviously from the bottom of the belt as the rest of her flesh was pulled upward beneath the belt. Mr. Young produced an additional piece that fit over her labia which had a dome-like shape to it that provided some clearance from the bottom of her lips to the bottom of the shield so that nothing touched her sex. It would be impossible to gain external stimulation with a vibrator with this configuration. Adding insult to injury, the shield was constructed of transparent composite, giving her a crystal-clear view of her highly sensitized labia lips.

"I've received excellent reviews from monitors for these little windows because they can perform a quick visual inspection to ensure your health and safety without having to remove anything. Sometimes that's all that's needed is a quick check."

Seeing her lips poking through the crotch plate behind a transparent shield made it look as though her sex was on display at a museum, guarded by a glass case. She could look, but not touch. When he was finished installing the belt and adjusting the fit, Mr. Young guided Danielle to a metal worktable.

"Lean across the surface and extend your arms to the corners." When she had done so, Mr. Young secured her wrists to the table and Danielle was effectively stretched across the surface with her ass on full display. Her feet were nudged apart and Mr. Young came around to her front to display the plug that was about to end up in her backside. It was quite large and had a small clip on the base.

"That cord running between your cheeks can be pulled out of the way enough to allow your plug to be pushed past it. Soft material can move right past the cord, you don't have to do anything special," he said. "It would be a tight squeeze, but you'll manage with some practice. Once it's in place, you'll want to snap the cord into the clip on the plug to help you hold it in place. We don't want you losing your grip on that plug when you're at work." He returned to her backside and pushed the globes of her ass apart to survey his target. "Relax your sphincter," he told her in a firm voice as he drizzled lubricant on her hole.

"Please!" Danielle begged. "I am sorry for attempting to bribe you!" Her muscles remained tight against the intruder as he worked to push it in. Danielle hollered out against the pain and discomfort but rather than relenting, the technician only lectured her.

"You have been found guilty of a crime, Offender Marcan. Your actions are not at all becoming and you most certainly are not in a position to seduce anyone at all. You are being punished and it is my job to design the implement to correct you. Relax... your... sphincter!" Tears had begun to slip down her cheeks. She wanted to bury her face to hide her shame, but the metal work table provided little respite. A few deep breaths were reluctantly taken as she worked to relax her backside, reminding herself that this was better than a prison sentence. After a few minutes of pushing and seesawing the plug in and out to wick lubrication from off her skin, it finally popped into place, seating itself deep within her ass. She could feel the cord between her cheeks being snapped into the clip on the plug.

"You will wear the plug for a minimum of one week as a consequence for your attempt at bribery. You may remove it to defecate but it must otherwise be kept in. Sensors on your devices will report to your assigned monitor if you are not complying with your punishment. A more permanent arrangement can be made to secure the plug in place if you should have difficulty keeping this one in... voluntarily."

Mr. Young released her from the cuffs at the table and allowed her to get dressed. The belt proved to conceal well under clothing thanks to the lightweight, thin composite material. The modest neckline of the blouse she wore to arbitration concealed the bra entirely, and her flared skirt betrayed no sign of the bulk between her legs created by the obtrusive shield. A pencil skirts and fitted jeans would be out of the question because the belt's design made her crotch look like she had a comically prominent pubic bone. She took a few exploratory steps and found that the shield made it awkward to walk. The anal plug could not be ignored either and it poked at her painfully with each step she took. The addition of the plug was certainly a good lesson for her to keep herself emotionally distant from the corrections staff; they were not her friends.

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Danielle pulled the handle on a public transport vehicle and keyed in her home address. The vehicle whirled to life and sped off in the direction of her apartment on the other side of town. Danielle squirmed in the bucket seat, trying to find a comfortable position where the plug didn't dig too deeply into her ass. With the auto drive engaged, Danielle shifted her focus from the road to the device between her legs. She flipped her skirt up and spread her knees explore her new prison. Her clit ached to be touched and her pussy was soaking wet over the sweet humiliation of being under lock and key. She tried to pry her fingers under the crotch plate, but found the fit was too snug for her to reach in. Banging on the shield produced no vibrations that could reach her pussy, and while her fingers could reach under the bra cups, she couldn't reach far enough to make effective use of her digits. No way was she going to reach her nipples.

She continued her efforts when she got home, trying to use fingers and then simple tools to reach under the crotch plate from behind or from an angle. The transparent shield had small holes that allowed fluids to pass through, but nothing useful would slip past those holes to allow for her to reach her clit. What little contact she was able to make with her pussy served only to stimulate her further rather than provide her with relief. The reality of her situation started to weigh on her as she contemplated how she was going to handle the next 5 years of sexual denial. Defeated, she climbed into bed. Tears spilled onto her pillow as she fell into a fitful, frustrated slumber.

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Danielle had wisely taken the next day off of work following her arbitration in court. She knew well that she would either want to celebrate her success, or mourn the loss of her sexuality and adjust to her new reality. Unfortunately, the panel of arbiters did not see things her way, and arbitration had taken a turn for the worse, so it was not going to be a celebration today. She rolled over onto her back and the anal plug embedded in her backside burrowed into her. She groaned and her hand instinctively went to her crotch to give herself a quick rub. She was met with the unforgiving composite material which blocked her access and displayed her needy sex through a transparent, cup-shaped shield. Her anal passage had adjusted to the plug's size and the feeling had turned from painful to pleasurable. She desperately needed release from her needy state and she pawed at the little shield over her sex, hoping by the sheer force of her will that some sensation would make it through to her throbbing clit. No such relief would be in sight for her.