Gwen couldn't believe they had actually found her guilty. In today's world of proving one's own innocence she had thought that her plea would ring in the ears of the jury, but they hadn't heard. And now she was on her way to Graverly.
A tear slowly trailed down her face as she looked down at her body. She was already naked, having been stripped of her clothing while still at the courthouse. Part of the punishment. The guilty have no rights, and that includes the right to clothing. She had heard stories from people leaving Graverly Place, but never believed them...now she had no choice but to wonder if they had been true.
The bus slowed in front of a massive gray concrete building. The driver said something through the window to one of the guards and they were let through the main gate. Gwen took a moment to look around at the others in the bus. Not only women, but men as well. Guilt has no gender. At least there were few enough prisoners that she was on a seat by herself. Her hands were cuffed above her head and her feet chained to the floor below her. Gwen had never felt so exposed in her entire life.
As the bus stopped a guard boarded, "Women, you will be coming with me. This is the end of the road, and any disobedience will be met with swift punishment. There will be no talking, but feel free to cry as much as you wish. I don't care. Your tears mean nothing here. You are prisoners; you are my prisoners. As such, you will do as I say and no less. Is that understood?"
Gwen nodded her head slightly, but did not speak a word. Unfortunately the petite blonde in the third row was not as cautious. She spoke.
"So, we have one that can't follow rules?" the guard asked with an impassive look on her face. She walked down the row and released the arm chains of the blonde. She unchained her feet and quickly chained her arms to a hook hanging from the ceiling of the bus. "That is just as well. You will serve as a reminder for the others."
With that, the guard took first one of the blonde's legs and then the other and attached them to harnesses that were hanging from the ceiling as well. She told the driver to press the red button and the harnesses began to creak and groan as the pulled the blonde from her feet. Her legs were pulled until they were straight out spread in front of her and then further still until her feet were touching the ceiling on either side of her arms.
In spite of her terror at watching the blonde handled in such a manner, Gwen found herself fixated on the scene before her. The blonde's pussy and ass were now completely exposed, wide open and spread from the position in which she now hung.
"There's always one," the guard said as she moved to the front of the bus. She had donned a pair of medical gloves and opened the lid to a container that had been waiting. "There's always one person that just can't listen to the rules," she finished. She pulled a long phallic looking ice cube out of the container and then another. "Since this is your first offense, I will go easy on you," she said as she came back to the blonde.
The guard reached down to a container that was hanging from her belt, "Even though each of you are guilty and deserve to be punished thoroughly, you will not be subjected to undue pain here," she said loudly. She pressed the container and a whitish cream slithered out onto her hand. She held both ice phalluses in one hand and the cream in the other. "But at the same time, there is no need for me to not enjoy my job."
She rubbed the cream along the blonde's slit and pushed two fingers into her pussy, thoroughly coating the inside. She then ran her hand along the open ass crack and wiggled one finger on her peaking anus. Slowly the finger slipped in. Tears were rolling down the blonde's face, but she did not say anything to the invasion.
The guard finger fucked her ass with one finger and then two. After a few minutes she wiped the remainder of the cream on the blonde's nipples before continuing, "This cream is the same cream each of you will be subjugated to. It will keep you from tearing, will keep you from bleeding on my facility, but there is a trick to it as well."
They could all see the change in the blonde's face almost instantly as the cream began to work. The guard spoke again, "This cream causes certain...sensations...blonde, do you wish to say anything?" she asked.
The blonde shook her head violently but did not speak. "What this young woman is not telling you is that this cream is causing contractions to every surface it touched. Her nipples are now contracting; her clitoris is growing hard and almost painful as well as her asshole. These contractions will cause her to cum repeatedly until the cream is washed off."