Alternative Sentence Ch 06 Upgrades

Hello There! After a bit of a hiatus, I've written another chapter of our story. I've also changed the name of the series from Alternative Sentence to The Facility because otherwise i would not be able to fit the title of the story in literotica, i hope this does not give origin to any confusion. As always, all characters are above the age of 18. enjoy!

Sophie growled in frustration as her small pile of building blocks tumbled to the ground. She felt childish being bothered by something so stupid, but the toys in the playroom were the only thing that could, at the present moment, distract her from the pressure that had been building up in her bladder since her last bottle feeding two hours or so ago. It had been exactly a week since her arrival, and she knew there was no chance she would be allowed to use any sort of toilet, but she nevertheless took some small amount of satisfaction in trying to avoid wetting herself. Yet the discomfort she endured felt more and more pointless by the day. She wagered she could last a few more hours, perhaps even long enough to go to sleep without having to wet herself, but she realised she really didn't want to do that.

She had already tried holding her bladder until the limits of the humanly possible two days back, and when her dam finally broke the next morning, she earned a brief spanking (although nothing compared to her punishment of three days back) and half an hour in the corner for leaking through her diaper's leg guard. It was not an experience she was keen to repeat. And she realised she was now going to trade multiple hours of discomfort just to delay the inevitable. Realising that it was by all means a pointless struggle, she glanced briefly towards the other girls in the room to make sure that she wasn't being stared at, opened her legs ever so slightly, and gave her bladder a push. A few seconds later, the yellow stars on her pink nappy started fading, accompanied by a familiar sense of warmth spreading over her pelvis first and then pooling towards the seat of her diaper. She was about to go to Isabella's chair in the corner in order to solicit a change, whereupon she noticed that the warmth of the wet garment felt comfier than she cared to admit. Perhaps her change could wait until the diaper started getting clammy. Sophie returned to stacking the building blocks in front of her.

About ten minutes later, Sophie got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the woman reading a newspaper in the corner of her room. Isabella looked up from the page she was reading, noticed Sophie attempting to discreetly gesture to her diaper, and walked over to a wall and pulled out from the wall the changing table concealed within. She then placed her hands under Sophie's armpits and lifted her onto the padded surface.

Sophie lay down onto the table, expecting Isabella to bind her wrists above her head as she always did and change her, but, surprisingly, Isabella turned away from her and called

"Girls, please come here and listen."

Mary and Emily scurried over to the changing table and sat cross-legged in front of it. Rebecca took longer to arrive due to her mittened hands being tied together and a spreader bar keeping her feet fixed, but eventually she was also sitting in front of the caretaker. Sophie crossed her legs in an attempt to hinder her "accident" from becoming the focus of attention.

"Now, it's been a week since you've arrived here. Your behaviour was, on average, far from exemplary, but I believe it might be worth a try to admit you to a higher level of freedom within the facility. I will be placing trust in you, so I hope you will not betray it. Well, three of you at least. I'm pretty sure a specific one of you is not ready for this step; I'll let you guess who.

Four pairs of eyes drifted to Rebecca. She tried to put on an angry face, but because of her pacifier, she only looked like a pouting child. A few seconds later, Isabella resumed talking.

"Now, assuming you all believe you are worthy of the trust I place in you..." Isabella paused once more. The three non-pouty girls nodded rapidly.

"We'll start by removing soggy Sophie's pacifier."

Isabella placed her hand behind Sophie's head and undid the straps keeping the pacifier in place. Sophie spat out the bulb of the gag and immediately flexed her stiff jaw. She then said, "Thanks."

"No talking, Sophie. But you're welcome. Isabella placed the pacifier in her bag and presented her with a different binky, with a slightly less outlandishly large bulb and a clip attached to a strap dangling from it. She clipped it to Sophie's shirt and stuck the bulb into her mouth.

"You're allowed to take out your paci whenever you want, but you only get to try to talk when you are wearing it. Just don't get too chatty, huh?"

"Yesh, Cawetakew" answered Sophie, blushing from how much she sounded like an infant.

"Now, onto the actual improvement. Sophie, please lie on your back and spread your legs."

Sophie was hesitant. She didn't want everyone to see her wet diaper, but she was happy she was now allowed to take her pacifier off whenever she fancied and didn't want that privilege stripped from her. She did as she was told.

Isabella wasted no time and undid the tapes of her diaper, leaving her wet chastity belt for everyone's eyes to see.

Sophie was puzzled as to what changing her diaper had to do with the benefits of their new level, but she did not have to wonder for long. Isabella took a small key out of the bag and undid the lock on the front of the belt, leaving her glistening nethers bare to the three onlookers. Emily attempted to look away; Rebecca stared with a look of cruel satisfaction at her situation in her eyes, and Mary, of course, was devouring her with her eyes. Sophie blushed and closed her eyes. She had been conceded her second orgasm since her arrival just one day prior, so the burning need she had been feeling almost constantly was not as insistent as it could have been, but, lying on her back with her legs spread out and her urine-soaked pussy freed at last from that terrible belt, it made itself as insistent as ever. If only she could...

"Sophie! I thought we'd gotten over this kind of behaviour!"

Sophie snapped out of her trance, only to realise that her hand had been slowly sneaking its way towards the edge of her labia and had started tickling it. Her blush deepened.

"It looks like our little girl has a bit of trouble controlling herself."

Isabella grabbed her two mittened wrists and brought them over her head, whereupon she attached them to the usual restraints.

"Luckily, she won't be without protection for long. This..."

Isabella extracted a second, more bulky-looking chastity belt. The mushroom-shaped protrusion meant to cover all of the wearer's sensible areas was even more evident.

"Is your new behavioural reward belt, custom-made for Sophie, to fit her as snugly as possible."

While talking, Isabella started removing Sophie's old chastity belt and fitting her with the new one.

"It has a few sensors inside of it. It will record how often you wet yourself, how often you get stinky, how much you suckle on your paci, how often you play with your toys, and, in general, how obedient you are. If it finds that you're being good enough girls, it will slowly turn up your little buzzer in order to give you a reward. On the other hand, if you try to speak without your pacifier, hold in your wee wee for too long, or put your hands where they don't belong, well, I'll leave you to discover what happens then."

And with that, the new device was locked around Sophie's waist.

It followed the contour of her waistline a lot more closely and covered all of her labia much more tightly without actually applying pressure to it. More notably, the back part of the belt was a lot more sunk in between her cheeks, keeping them slightly apart.

Isabella proceeded to finish changing her diaper and helped her off the changing table. Sophie remained there, sitting cross-legged, her face still red from the embarrassment of being referred to as unable to control herself.

One after the other, all of the girls got the same treatment, minus, of course, Rebecca, who just had her diaper changed. During said change, Isabella leaned over to her and said

"If you wipe the grumpiness off of your face and go and play with your playmates, you might get a little visit from a friend."

Isabella unstrapped Rebecca, who was doing her best not to frown, from the table and told all of them, "I know you can't wait to go play with your toys, but first, you all need to drink a bottle."

She kneeled over to where the girls were sitting and handed each of them a bottle of warm milk. They all clumsily grabbed them using both of their hands and brought them to their mouths, except Rebecca, who was fed directly by the caretaker. After finishing their milk, they all crawled over to the toys and started playing with them.

Sophie and Mary had found a crate of oversized domino pieces and had been playing with it for a few minutes before Sophie felt that the vibrator present within her privates had sprung to life. Well, sprung was perhaps not the best use of the word. It was more like an animal awakening from its lethargy and lazily moving around to give circulation back to its limbs, occasionally brushing against the walls of his den. It wouldn't get her off even in a million years, but it made her needier and needier. Sophie glanced over to Mary, who seemed to also be experiencing the same effects: her breathing had become laboured, and her eyes were staring off into the distance. Decided not to let her arousal have the best of her, Sophie pushed another domino piece in position, attempting to distract herself. Mary, on the other hand, seemed to have lost interest in the game. Since she was facing away from Isabella, she probably thought it safe to try giving a few quick humps to her diaper. So, she widened her legs, put her hands together, and started pushing into the front of her diaper with a rolling motion. She didn't seem to be having much success, judging from her increasingly upset expressions, until...

ZAPP!

Mary yipped from pain, spitting out her pacifier and falling to her side with a jerk. She remained there for about half a minute before Isabella in the corner put down her phone and walked over to her, before saying with a disappointed voice, "I see that your self-control has not improved lately. But since you have just discovered the automated disciplining system, for today your only punishment will be going to bed without watching TV. Otherwise, you might need a cushion under your tushie to sleep if you get to know my paddle any better."

Without saying anything more, she went back to her chair. Mary, blushing, got up and sat back in front of the game but seemed to have lost interest. About a minute later, the vibrators went completely silent. Sophie's diaper was so wet with arousal that one might have assumed she had wet herself, and Mary's was in no better condition. They had both been granted orgasms the day before, but be it because of the out-of-schedule bottle feeding they had received prior or the slow teasing of the bullet vibrators on minimum power, the two girls were now needy as ever.

As a minute slipped by, and another, with no further sign of life being felt between their legs. Frustrated, they returned to the huge domino pieces.

The domino game ended with Sophie as its victor. Mary had hardly been trying to play since her encounter with the belt's shock. Just as she was about to decide whether she should pick out a new game or Mary wanted to be left alone, the vibrator started once more. This time, it was significantly stronger. Sophie's pacifier dropped out of her mouth and swung limply against her stomach, leaving a trail of saliva against her shirt as she moaned in ecstasy. The vibrations still weren't particularly strong, but Sophie tried to concentrate on them as to glean as much enjoyment from them as was possible. She closed her eyes and lay on her back, trying to exclude the rest of the world from her senses so that every ripple of pleasure was all she felt.

She was snapped back to reality when she felt a push on her wrists. Annoyed that a foreign stimulation was distracting her from her trance, she opened her eyes, only to see Mary kneeling between her spread legs, with her hands holding Sophie's wrists away from her diaper. Mary obviously meant well, intending to stop Sophie from making the same mistake she had done previously, but in that moment, Sophie didn't see it that way. All she knew was that Mary was stopping her from receiving more pleasure. She pushed harder, attempting to get closer to her own diaper, and Mary pushed back harder with her own pink mittens. This went on for a few seconds, until, increasingly frustrated, Sophie, without thinking, raised one of her knees and kicked Mary under the jaw. Mary fell back, releasing Sophie's hands, but in that exact moment, the vibrator stopped. Groaning from frustration, Sophie got up and noticed Mary lying on her back in front of her. Crying. Sophie realised what had happened just as Isabella got up from her chair.

Sophie kept staring into the corner of the wall, attempting to stay still in order to avoid the thousands of millimetre-long spikes on the chair from scratching her bare bums. It was nowhere near as painful as receiving the same treatment after a spanking session, but it was still uncomfortable. And, this time, she felt as if she actually deserved the punishment she was receiving for kicking the only friend she had in that place.

"20 minutes have passed, Sophie; you can come out of the corner."

Sophie got off the chair and turned around, only to notice that a new object had appeared in the middle of the room. Well, it wasn't actually new, but she had done her best to forget her experience on the spanking bench a few days prior.

"Now, you can come here, get thirty spanks, say how sorry you are to Mary, then receive thirty more to make sure you learnt your lesson. How does that sound, Mary?"

Sitting against a wall of the room, a girl with a boot-shaped bruise under her chin nodded.

Sophie took a terrorised waddle back into the corner. She had been reduced to a crying, pissing mess with forty spanks last time; she did not know how she would have survived sixty.

Noticing her reticence, Isabella walked up to Sophie, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, and pulled her over to the spanking bench before hoisting her onto the pillow, stomach down. Unlike last time, she was given no choice as to whether to be restrained or not, as she felt two straps being attached to her ankles, keeping her legs spread out, and a wider strap going over her back, keeping her immobilised with her ass stuck in the air.

The first few swats weren't too bad. On the seventh, her resistance broke, and she spat out her pacifier with a yip. On the fifteenth, her backside was completely raw, and she started crying. She lost count somewhere around the twentieth. By the time Isabella stopped, her face was about as red as her ass, which now looked like a veritable pair of cherries.

Isabella undid the strap keeping her flat against the thin pillow on the bench. The ones keeping her legs down went next. As soon as her ankles were free, she started kicking them up and down.

"Now, do you have anything to tell Mary?"

Sophie turned her head around while still lying on the bench. A trail of tears and drool followed the movement of her chin.

"I'm..."

"Pacifier, Sophie."

Sophie weakly extended her arm over to where her pacifier had dropped out of her mouth and placed it between her lips.

"I'M SPWWY FOW HUWTING YOU. I'M WEALLY, WEALLY SOWWY. AWE WE STILL FWIENDS?"

Sophie's reddened, sobbing, and drooling face definitely made for a moving display. Mary, perhaps feeling partly responsible for what Sophie was enduring and wanting to cheer her up, crawled up to the side of the spanking bench, placed her hands on its side in order to raise her head beyond its edge, and simply said:

"Awlways!"

A smile seemed to shine through Sophie's mess of a face.

"Aww, you two girls are so cute. Since Mary seems to have forgiven you, I'll go lighter on you first the next thirty spanks, ok?"

Sophie wasn't worried. Knowing that Mary had forgiven her would surely make the rest of the punishment a breeze to...

"SPANK"

The first hit connected with her buttocks, and she realised how wrong she had been. By the time they reached the fourth, she was again in the same condition she was in before the apology. She closed her eyes. This time around, she held onto her binky and bit down hard on it for comfort. She felt as if her ass was burning, and every swat brought new fuel to the fire, heat splashing down her crotch and spreading to her belly and legs, dripping on the floor. Sophie didn't realise she had wet herself, her urine pooling up to her stomach, but her belt sure did.

The vibrator activated, and this time it was on full power. Pleasure washed over her mind in waves, mixing in with every pulse of pain until her mind didn't even know which was which.

By the time she had reached her twentieth spank, the tide of pleasure-pain had brought her to the peak of an explosive orgasm but was still rising, every neurone in her body in total disarray.

She didn't realise when the spanking stopped or the vibrator deactivated. She just lay still on the table, completely limp, with her tongue hanging out and her eyes half closed, looking in different directions as Isabella picked her up and laid her on the changing table to put some cream on her now purplish buttocks.

She did, however, show a reaction when Mary climbed up the changing table and hugged her by smiling and hugging her back. They just stayed there, cuddling, as a faint buzzing emanated from Mary's diaper and her smile deepened.