Part 6
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I was wearing a slit skirt that showed the tops of my stockings when we arrived to the
Judge's office the next morning. One look at the old-fashioned precinct building
brought back many unpleasant memories from my arresting.
Joan's car carried a suitcase with some clothes for me, and a box of Joan's favorite
restraint toys that she had insisted on packing herself when I was out of the room. I
was supposed to be staying only two days but I guessed the extras were for Cindy
and Samantha, the Judge's current charges.
We used a side entrance that took us right into the cell blocks. I could see that two
of the four cells were in use. There was female clothing, make-up and the beds were
neatly made. Even though I was scared at being given to the Judge for his pleasure,
I was also intently curious about what went on here. There was a thick ring embed-
ded in the wall over each bed, including the one that would be mine. That didn't sur-
prise me much. What did catch my eye and make me wonder, was the curtain track
that ran down the middle of the ceiling and into every room, including the cells. It
was like a one-track railway.
There were no cupboards in my cell, just shelves. Joan made me lay out my few be-
longings, including the dildo gear and the restraint belt, and all my sexy clothes very
neatly. It was all in full view and I felt my face blush in anticipation of how people
would react to it. I noticed that she disappeared with her box of toys for a few min-
utes. By the time we were ready to go upstairs and meet the Judge and his girls, my
stomach was in knots and I was sweating with fear. This was a bad place, a house of
pain. I could feel it.
I noticed that the ceiling track ran up the stairs. I was really getting curious about it.
One look at the two girls who worked in the Judge's office answered all my ques-
tions.
We were in a plush reception area. There was one desk for the receptionist and a
computer terminal set on a counter high table. A large oak door led into the Judge's
private chambers. The bars had not been removed the windows and the vertical
shadows reinforced the prison like atmosphere of the place.
There were two women in the room, each dressed in a tight black leather mini skirt,
white silk blouse, seamed opera hose and impossibly high black patent spike
pumps. The girl at the stand-up terminal was a brunette who had a good figure. One
glance told me that she wore stockings and it didn't take much imagination to figure
out that the judge liked the way the tops of her stockings showed every time she
moved even an inch. A long, thin, brass chain was affixed to the track on the ceiling
over her head by a rolling device. It trailed downward, almost reaching the floor, be-
fore it ran upward again. Upward, alright, until it disappeared under the woman's
skirt. I felt my heart stop cold.
I looked at her companion, a petite blonde with impeccable make-up, who was
working at the desk. It was a modern, glass topped affair that gave her no modesty.
Sure enough, another gold chain ran upward from behind her chair until it met a
roller attached to the ceiling track.
"May I help you?" she asked sweetly, betraying nothing of what I had been told of
this place.
"Joan and Naughtycunt to see the Judge," Joan said officiously. "We are expected."
While I cringed and blushed at Joan's reference to me, the girl didn't even blink. She
wrote down our names on a slip of paper and rose from her chair. Without conscious
effort she grasped the chain and pulled it with her, along its track, as she covered
the few steps to the Judge's door.
I stared until my eyes ached. Somehow that chain was attached to her under her
skirt. My curiosity about how that was accomplished was fighting my fear of finding
out. There's not a lot to attach a chain to between a girl's legs. The few ideas I had
didn't make me feel any better.
She knocked, opened the door, and then entered, dragging her chain along with her.
It was then that I noticed the strange black metal thing around her right ankle. I re-
minded myself to get a better look when she came back.
"Welcome!" the Judge bellowed through the open door and invited us to join him.
He also called to Samantha, the other girl, to join us.
His office was huge, almost the full size of the building. His massive desk was set at
the far end of the room, giving him a commanding position. There was a lot of leather
furniture. I noticed a few well placed eyebolts in the walls but what really got my
pulse going was the cruel looking riding crop that rested on its own little stand
across the front of the Judge's desk.
I heard the scrap of the brunette's chain before she appeared in the door. She was
very pretty but her face was drawn from fatigue or pain, or maybe a combination of
the two. She moved carefully, and, yes, wore the same metal device around her right
ankle. Styled like the spurs on an equestrian's boots, it was made of dull black metal
and had one purpose, to prevent the poor soul from taking off her painfully high
shoes for even a moment's relief.
The Judge invited us all to be seated. Joan sank into an over stuffed leather chair
while my companion slaves and I assumed "the position", kneeling on the floor in
skirts so short that all our secrets showed. I looked up at the Judge who sat opposite
me. He was studying me as if I was a new car.
"I'm so pleased we've been able to work something out," he said to Joan.
"I am too, Judge. Remember, I want her back in the same condition. You play a little
too rough for my taste."
He laughed like a Gestapo officer.
"Very well, I'll behave myself. If she fails to please me it will go all the worse for
Cindy and Samantha."
So, he was going to exercise his passions on these two pitiful souls. Both were still,
their hands folded in their laps, eyes cast down when they weren't steeling glances
up my skirt, the strange chains running up to the ceiling. I could see that Samantha,
the brunette, was very uncomfortable. She was trying hard not to shift about but
wasn't having much luck.
"I just want to experiment with some of your techniques," he said and that really did-
n't make me wonder.
Before anything else could be said, a small chime went off. The Judge looked at his
watch.
"My, is it that time already?" He turned to the girls. "Who has the duty today?"
Cindy raised her blonde head and sadly whispered, "I do."
"Then I suggest you get on with it, my dear. There's nothing to be gained by waiting.
Be considerate of our guests!"
"Yes sir," she whispered and slowly rose to her feet.
She dragged her chain with her as she moved toward the Judge's desk. I had no
doubt as to the purpose of her errand.
I heard a sniffle and looked at Samantha. She was trembling and trying hard not to
cry. Her face was red and she could barely contain herself. A quick glance at Cindy,
who now held the riding crop, confirmed my guess.
"Do you wish to speak?" the judge said to Samantha.
She nodded.
"Please, Master, not again. Not so soon. I just can't take it anymore!"
The words were soft, plaintive. I felt sorry for her.
I heard the scraping of Cindy's chain as she returned with the crop. The Judge's face
had lost its smile. I was sure there was going to be trouble.
Suddenly Joan spoke up.
"Let Sandy take it instead," she said as if it were a spare cup of coffee.
Now it was my turn to tremble. I looked at the thin crop in Cindy's hands, then at the
Judge's face and then at Joan who had betrayed me. I didn't need to hear the an-
swer. The broad smile said it all.
"Very well, then. Why don't we let the two girls get acquainted by swapping experi-
ences. Sandy can take Samantha's punishment and Samantha can have a taste of
Sandy's. Cindy, you may proceed accordingly."
The blonde came over to me. She was cool and collected but there was sympathy in
her eyes.
"Stand up, please."
After I did, she told me to stand behind one of the vacant chairs, with my back to the
Judge and Joan. My throat went dry and I found it hard to walk. As soon as I was in
position, I heard her voice again.
"Bend over, please, and raise your skirt."
I felt the cool air kiss my naked flesh between the tops of my stockings and the
panties. I could feel my hands tremble with the fear that raced through my body.
"This," the judge intoned, "is the routine punishment. Each day, one girl or the other
has the duty of chastising the other. If there is any lack of enthusiasm or application
of the crop, the slacker will receive extra strokes when her day comes. I believe
Samantha has earned five strokes. The punishments are delivered mid-morning,
mid-afternoon and immediately before retiring. You may begin."
I heard the whistle of the crop as it sliced the air and then a band of white heat ex-
ploded across the backs of my thighs. I heard myself cry out but the second blow cut
off my scream and the third blow robbed me of breath. I tensed in time for the fourth
blow and screamed again when the fifth arrived.
I came to my senses slowly. I could hear myself crying. I was still bent over the chair.
Cindy put her hand on my shoulder and helped me to stand. I felt the back of my
thighs. There were five puffy welts that ached and stung and hurt so badly I was al-
most sick to my stomach. I couldn't imagine suffering that way three times a day. It
made the chastity hood seem like a picnic. I heard someone tell Cindy to help me get
cleaned up and she led me from the room.
She took me to a small bath room just off the reception area.
"Just lean against the wall for a moment while I go to the loo. We don't get a chance
to visit here very often."
As I tried to compose myself I realized she had an English accent. I watched her
step across the chain, so it ran up her front, then undo the zipper of her leather skirt.
As she shimmied it down her hips, I saw her garter belt. She wasn't wearing any
panties so I got a perfect view of her shaven pussy and the large gold rings that
pierced each of her pubic lips. A small padlock held them tightly together and fas-
tened the end of the chain.
"Oh my God!" I said in surprise.
She looked up as she released her water.
"It's not as bad as it looks. The piercing is the worse part. You can't afford to trip or
catch your chain accidentally, that's all."
She didn't say anything more as she wiped herself and put her skirt on again. Then
she carefully stepped around the chain again and went to a medicine cabinet over
the sink.
"Now it's your turn," she said. "What did they do to you?"
I gave her a quick version of how Joan had forced me into. By the time I was fin-
ished, Cindy had laid out some first aid supplies and a few things to repair my make-
up.
"Our story isn't that different. Like you, if we had known what we were getting into,
we would have fled. The Judge is into S&M. We must stand all day in these damned
shoes, one of which is locked on so we can't get any relief. We can't wear panties,
are forbidden to touch ourselves and have to put up with the Judge's attentions any-
time he wants it. And three times a day, one of us has to take the crop to the other."
She had me bend over the sink while she dabbed away at my welts with some oint-
ment.
"Don't worry, you'll soon toughen up."
I knew she was trying to be reassuring but it wasn't very helpful.
"Why have they brought you here?" she asked as she started on my face.
I could have done my own make-up but if she was willing to do it for me, it was fine
with me.
"Believe it or not, the Judge likes the sight of me in this chastity thing."
"That's not good news for us."
"Wait until you see the goodies we brought for you."
Her face was only inches from mine. I could smell the delicate perfume. She was
beautiful and while I'm not normally attracted to women, I wanted her. I saw she was
stealing glances at my eyes. We were both so hungry, so much in need of loving
attention, even if it came from our own sex.
Her hand began to fumble with the waist of my skirt.
"Do you feel like taking a chance?" she whispered hoarsely.
I nodded.
"Do me and I'll do you."
It was all the word I needed. She took a step back while I sank to my knees. A wave
of pain from my thighs reminded me not to sit back too far. I reached for the zipper at
the back of her skirt and then slid the garment down her thighs. She stepped out of it
and spread her legs. The rings and the chain that bound her were only inches from
my nose.
Cindy leaned forward, putting her hands on the wall to take her weight.
"Easy on the rings," she grunted, "they can hurt a lot."
I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. Then I went exploring with my
tongue, sending it between the top of the rings and her clit. I heard her moan with
pleasure as soon as I made contact. She spread her legs wider and began to move
her hips. I gripped her more tightly to stop the movement.
I licked and suckled her tortured little mound. I felt so sorry for her. The rings
seemed so cruel, so uncomfortable. It wasn't hard to get an orgasm from her. She
trembled, moaned and finally had to bite her finger to stop herself from screaming.
I stood up while she collected herself. She surveyed me carefully. No longer horny,
she was obviously having second thoughts about her end of the bargain.
"Don't touch me down there," I said softly, "Please try it on my nipples."
Cindy smiled and pushed me back against the wall. I closed my eyes and felt her
soft tongue on my naked breasts.
She licked me carefully, with kindness. I swooned with the pleasure of it. For the first
time in many weeks, I was receiving love from someone else. I felt the arousal blos-
som in my loins and grow until it held my body in its power. I shuddered and gritted
my teeth to keep quiet but it was lovely, supremely lovely. Cindy was an expert in
licking. I felt, if she would continue long enough, I would receive the demanded or-
gasm only be being licked on my nipples. Just as I was catching my breath, a buzzer
sounded.
"Damn!" Cindy exclaimed. "We've been too long. Just hope they don't inspect us."
She ran some water over her hands and then fled, leaving me naked and panting.
And frustratingly unrelieved. She had me sooo close to the desired orgasm! My
nerves were tingling, my nipples rock-hard, my pussy dripping and aching with de-
sire. But what should I do?
After calming down a little, I washed my hands, checked my make up and hoped like
hell the flush in my cheeks would disappear quickly. On nervous and unsteady legs I
went back to the others.
Cindy had resumed her place next to Samantha. I searched the Judge's face for any
sign that he knew what we had been up to. He was smiling broadly. I didn't know
whether to be suspicious or not.
"Why don't we take a little tour of the cells," he suggested.
I caught a hint of something in his voice and got scared. When he told Samantha to
stay in the office to answer the phones, I knew we had been found out. She, not
Cindy, was supposed to get "my" punishment. I looked at Joan. She had that, "I've
got you", look in her eyes. She said she had forgotten something in the car and ex-
cused herself.
The Judge led us from the room.
"You know, girls, I've learned a lot in my time on the bench and the most important
lesson of all is to know your limits."
We were walking down the stairs then, with Cindy trying to manage her chain.
"We all have to obey the rules, even if we don't like them. People who don't obey the
rules must be dealt with. That's why we have laws and places of punishment."
He paused in front of a white door and took a key from his pocket. I glanced at
Cindy. Her head was cast down, she was crying. I knew we were in trouble.
"Since you two don't seem to know your limits, this will be your place of punishment."
With a turn of the key the door flew open and I gazed inside. As soon as I saw the
dungeon like torture equipment I began to tremble but when I saw the obstetrical
table I felt sick to my stomach.
The Judge led us inside. Joan appeared with her box of toys and the silence in the
air hung thick while Cindy and I waited for the next announcement.
"Joan, dear, just what do you suggest I do to contain Cindy's excessive interest in
self-stimulation?"
Joan's face lit up, she had caught the drift of the game.
"Judge, the problem is obvious. She still associates her genitals with pleasure, in-
stead of service."
The Judge caressed the stirrups of the obstetrical table, almost reverently.
"And how do we change that?"
"By putting her in a chastity belt, feeding her a few chemicals and waiting for nature
itself to teach her a lesson. It takes a while but it can be very entertaining and it is
very effective, I assure you."
Cindy began to sob softly as they prepared her sexual prison. Joan brought out the
chastity belt I already knew all too well. I had never worn it while being drugged, and
I could only guess what it would feel like. Even the thought of it made me shudder.
I turned my attention to Cindy. She was standing still, silently crying while the Judge
slowly undressed her as if she was a doll. She had a beautiful body and my desire
swelled up in my loins again. The Judge had unlocked the chain from her pubic rings
and now I studied them. I could see why she had wanted me to be careful. The cold
metal piercing her most tender flesh looked cruel, especially after the Judge used
the tiny lock to secure the two rings together.
"Get onto the table, dear," the Judge whispered to his captive, "it's time to fasten you
down."
Slowly, her head bent with fear and shame, Cindy went to the table. She carefully
climbed onto it with Joan's guidance. After her legs came to rest, spread wide, in the
cold metal stirrups, her arms dropped to her sides. Joan and the Judge each fas-
tened them to waiting leather cuffs at each side of the table. A few minutes later they
had bound her legs to the metal apparatus with small leather straps. Cindy was
ready for her belt.
She looked over at me with sad eyes. I wanted to help her but there was nothing I
could do. Poor Cindy was going to be very uncomfortable very soon and there wasn't
going to be a thing she could do about it until someone decided she had suffered
enough.
Cindy gasped softly when Joan pressed a humming vibrator against her bald pussy.
I could hear the poor girl gasp as she was forced into sexual arousal. Her bared
breasts rose and fell quickly. But Joan didn't let her victim orgasm. Cindy wailed and
bucked with her hips, as the vibrator got removed short before this could happen,
and was replaced by a pencil-thin device shoved into her vagina. From the frustra-
tion, dread and shame I could see in her eyes this object seemed to be a kind of low-
intensity stimulator.
Again Cindy started to moan and buck while she was locked into the chastity belt.
Joan settled the waist band snugly around Cindy's hips and then began to tighten
the crotch section until it was tight enough to prevent any contact with Cindy's pussy.
A small padlock was used to secure it and Joan stepped back, obviously pleased
with herself.
The Judge and Joan quickly released the straps and helped their victim to stand.
Much as she tried to keep still, Cindy could not avoid some movement of her hips
while she waited in silent frustration. Her face was contorted, she was so absorbed
with the effects of the chastity belt and the new sensations from the strange stimu-
lator that she didn't realize at first the leather straps at the ends of the two short
chains dangling from the chastity belt.
Then the Judge ordered her to put on her clothes again. First came the garter belt. It
still fit around her waist but only just. She prepared a stocking and then bent over to
put her polished toes into it. In the same moment, a loud gasp came out of her
mouth. She shuddered and moaned but managed to start the stocking anyway.
Slowly and carefully she worked it up her pale, smooth legs, checking the straight-
ness of her seam often even though this action was uncomfortable for her. I truly felt
sorry for her.
The Judge, Joan and I stood in a circle around poor Cindy while she struggled
against her restraints and the storm of sensations in her vagina, to accomplish the
simple act of getting dressed. Her face was flushed red, either from shame, arousal,
or both. Being held for weeks now without sexual relief, still horny as hell after
Cindy's interrupted play with my breasts, I nearly could not stand watching this
beauty in her awfully sexy looking outfit.
After the second stocking was suspended from its straining garters, the Judge in-
sisted that she put on her shoes. She stepped into them. The effort strained the
crotch strap, so that she gasped again, but she meekly kept still while the metal har-
ness was fastened onto her right ankle.
Next, she stepped into her short skirt and had a little trouble fastening it. Finally she
added the blouse and stood there, trembling, waiting for further orders.
Joan made her lean against the wall. It was the ideal position for applying the re-
straint straps that Cindy had not yet seen. As soon as her wrists were locked in,
Cindy could no more rise her hands up to her naked breasts. Now she knew what
that was for.
"Oh, God!" she muttered and sobbed, while the judge re-fastened the leading chain,
now to the front lock of the chastity belt. The Judge paced around her, inspecting her
misery.
"Don't worry, Judge," Joan said. " She is really secure from forbidden pleasures now.
Take a few steps dear."
Cindy wobbled a few paces until her face suddenly screwed up with despair. The
intruder was getting to her. She turned to the Judge.
"Please, Master, take it off. I've learned my lesson. Please don't do this to me."
By way of response, the Judge picked up a riding crop, lifted the back of Cindy's skirt
and laid two cuts on her thighs, just above the tops of her stockings.
"You know better than to beg!" he muttered.
Joan piped up.
"Now that Cindy is learning her lesson it's time Sandra was brought to task." She
turned to me, "Get undressed and prepare the punishment dildo for yourself. Your
new friend is about to apply your punishment."
I stripped slowly. Even though Cindy had already seen my shaved pussy with it's
bizarre jewel, I was still embarrassed about the Judge's attention. I could see a big
bulge in his crotch and remembered his episode with me in the living room.
I was terrified. If they were prepared to make Cindy's life hell so easily, what could
my imaginative Mistress have planned for me? I saw the Judge laying out a pair of
the impossibly high spiked shoes and a leather mini skirt. There was also one of the
metal shoe harnesses.
Joan was preparing something on the other side of the table, out of my sight. I knew
it came from her little box of toys and therefore I wasn't going to like it. I glanced at
Cindy, who still seemed to be holding her own against the pressure building up in-
side her.
Finally there was nothing to do but lean against the table with my feet spread. I tried
to guess what Joan had in store for me but my mind went blank.
Joan grabbed Cindy and made her stand beside me. I was told not to turn around.
"She's the source of your misery, Cindy. Now you can have some revenge. Choose
one!"
I heard Cindy sob.
"I can't," she said softly.
The Judge's crop sang through the air again, meeting Cindy's thighs in a sickening
smack of pain. There was a moment of silence while Cindy did what she had to do.
The curiosity was killing me but I knew better than to turn around. Suddenly I felt a
plastic belt being fastened around my waist. I looked down and my heart stopped
cold.
It was a chastity belt. But unlike the virtue protecting models, this belt featured a
long, thin, bristle-covered pin to penetrate me poor girl in the front and an attached
dildo in the rear. Instinctively I tried to pull away but the Judge had wisely gripped
my wrists from his vantage point on the other side of the table.
"Put it on her!" Joan growled.
I caught the scent of Cindy's perfume as she bent between my legs. Now it was my
turn to breathe sharply in fear of what was about to be done to me. I glanced down
again at the belt. I could imagine what the bristles would do to my poor, naked, itch-
ing pussy. The rear plug was big and I was sure it wouldn't go in without damage but
I prayed it would anyway.
The Judge decided to handcuff me. As soon as the cold hard cuffs had my hands
fastened behind my back, they bent me over the table. There was no way that I could
now resist the dildo's insertion into my rear passage.
Cindy thoughtfully used a little saliva on the head of the plug just before she brought
the rounded tip into position. Then, almost gently, she began to force it against my
unexperienced butt hole. I felt myself distending as my poor behind tried to accom-
modate the intruder. Joan's use of a butt plug just a few days earlier had loosened
me up a little. Still, it began to hurt and shortly after that I began to cry despite my
best efforts not to do so. Cindy applied a steady pressure. It was very painful and I
cried and cursed them all until the Judge decided he had enough and put a ball gag
into my mouth. Deeper and deeper it went in until I was sure I just couldn't take any
more. I was sobbing steadily and fighting the Judge's grip by the time she stopped
and turned her attention to the device intended for my love box.
It was a pencil-sized rubber stick with many circumferal grooves and a cilia-covered
base plate attached. Carefully Cindy shoved it into my still dripping-wet pussy. At
first, I didn't feel much, because I was concentrating on my aching butt. But as the
stick slid in between my little love lips, lips that had not been penetrated in so many
weeks, lips that were throbbing with unfulfilled, frustrated desire, I could not hold
myself back from moaning. I felt my love lips close around every single groove, while
the stick entered my love hole. The butt plug was temporarily forgotten. With eyes
closed, I enjoyed the sensation. But in the moment Cindy allowed the stick to touch
my beastly clit hood, I yelled with pain into the gag. Despite my handcuffs, the judge
had to hold me with all his strength.
Finally it was over. I lay across the table panting into the gag while Joan tightened
the retention strap and then locked it. Now the stick's base plate was being pressed
against my naked pussy, which got massaged by the cilia with devilish skill. They
took the handcuffs off then and took out the gag. I was told to put back my skirt and
be quick about it.
Every movement was agony. Each little step moved the intruders painfully and
rubbed my pubic mound into a frenzy. I was dizzy from the pain and swore revenge
against Joan and the Judge.
Like Cindy, I had a lot of trouble with my garter belt and stockings. When it came
time for the shoes, I found a new source of pain. The four inch heels tightened my
ass cheeks and made the intruders all the much worse. The Judge took great pleas-
ure in fastening the shoe lock into place.
Cindy and I painfully teetered our way upstairs to the office. Samantha was sum-
moned. The Judge was horny, Joan had some ideas even though Cindy and I were
out of commission as far as fucking went.
An hour later, Cindy and I still hadn't said much to each other. We were too occupied
with the unwelcome sensations at our loins. I tried to do some filing while she typed
correspondence at the standing work station. It was hard to manage doing anything
useful with the whirls in my brain. Neither one of us relished the thought of sitting
down. Despite our own moaning, from time to time we could hear Samantha cry out
or the smack of a leather instrument meeting her flesh.
I could tell that Cindy had not gained any relief from the thing in her pussy. Her face
was contorted with the effort to achieve it and sometimes she would lean against the
wall, press her legs together and grunt as she tried to stimulate her enough for get-
ting over. She walked with an enforced hip sway and whenever she caught me
watching her she blushed and looked away.
"We may as well talk about it?" I groaned finally. "There's nothing else to do."
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"For what?" I started to cross over to her but walking was painful. I decided to stay
where I was.
"I got you into trouble. Then they made me choose the dildos for you to wear. I tried
to find the smallest. Truly I did!"
I could see that she was close to tears and finished emotionally.
"You did what you had to do. Any chance of getting out of here?"
She shook her head.
"You know how it works. They would have the police on us in a minute."
She paused to listen from the sounds below.
"We won't be seeing them for a while. I can hear the flash guns. The boss is doing a
photo session."
That caught my attention.
"A photo session? You mean he takes pictures of what he does to you girls?"
Cindy nodded.
"Yes, and there's no doubt Joan will be a part of this one. One of his customers
wanted a female master series."
Ideas were swimming around my brain. Revenge might be closer at hand than ex-
pected.
"How does he get them developed?"
Cindy told me that there was a dark room downstairs and that she did most of the
developing work. The Judge's face often appeared in the photos but was masked
with an airbrush before the prints were sold. Now I needed only one more piece to
make it all work.
"Does the Judge keep a gun?"
"Yes, but..," she looked at me as it fell together for her. "You can't be serious."
"Just show me the gun and I'll let you know what serious means."
A few minutes later we had worked out a plan. I had hoped to find a spare set of
keys in the Judge's desk but no such luck. The locks that retained our chastity belts
had been supplied by Joan. Being able to take off our spikes would have helped but
it wasn't critical. The hardest part was going to be getting downstairs without gasping
so loudly that they would hear us.
I could tell that Cindy was very dizzy from her constant efforts to get rid of her hor-
nyness. Still, she summoned up enough strength that I decided to take her along.
We crept down the stairs as slowly and quietly as we could. It was very painful for
each of us but it only made me more determined to get revenge. I held the gun, a
loaded .38 police special.
We got to the door of the punishment room and I looked in for a second. Samantha
hung from manacles on one wall while the Judge and Joan, both dressed in domina-
tion gear, took turns using a whip on her. By the condition of Samantha's back, we
had arrived none too soon.
I stood in the door way until they noticed me.
"Enough games for now, Judge. Reality is here."
My voice stopped Joan in mid-swing. The whip fell limp in her hand and her face
drained of color. The Judge appraised the situation carefully and began to slowly
move toward a table.
"Hold it! Just give me one more excuse like that and you're history. Stop this now
and we'll be easy on you." The Judge said.
"This isn't your court. You don't have a thing to say. Just turn around and put your
hands on your head, both of you!"
It didn't take long for Cindy to get Samantha out of the wall manacles and replace
her with Joan, facing front this time. Another set of manacles took care of the Judge.
As soon as they were locked up, Cindy and I found the keys.
"Me first!" she screamed while stripping off her skirt.
I thought of my own condition for a moment and then agreed.
"Now, listen to me!" I said while fumbling with the lock on her chastity belt. "Don't
waste time fiddling with your crotch. There are tough guys here to watch."
She blushed at my comment but nodded her head. As soon as the belt fell away she
removed the pin from her vaginawith a loud sigh. Meanwhile I began to fumble furi-
ously with the lock at the back of my chastity belt. I was getting desperate when
Samantha came to me and in a weak voice offered to help.
As soon as the lock was off, I began to pull at the plugs. I discovered that getting
them out was as painful as getting them in.
"You'll pay for this!" I screamed through clenched teeth at Joan and the Judge,
meaning every word of it.
The vaginal plug came out first and then the anal intruder. As soon as they went out,
I instinctively tried to finger my poor cunt a little, but was rewarded by renewed pain
from the clit hood. Once more, I wailed in frustration.
After Samantha had regained enough strength, she dressed and began exacting
some retribution on the captive Joan and Judge. Her item of choice was the alligator
clamp and she was just applying them liberally to both of them, especially to the
Judge's cock and Joan's pubic lips.
"You'll never get away with this!" the Judge grunted though his pain. "I'll have the
police on you in an hour."
"I don't think so," I said as I removed the film from the camera. "Cindy is going to de-
velop these and we are going to keep a set of negatives. If we have any trouble from
you, a set of prints will land on some very powerful desks."
I tossed the film to Cindy who was smiling broadly. I noticed she had put on her
blouse but had left her skirt off, keeping her pussy exposed, which had already had
the two small rings with the lock. She searched for the appropiate key and removed
the lock.
"The first time for nearly two years I am without any lock or chain down there!" she
sighed happily.
"Want the rings off too?"
She shook her head.
"No, not now. I'm used to them."
I noticed Samantha putting on her stockings. Then she stepped into the high spike
pumps.
"You don't have to wear them anymore." I told her and she smiled.
"But I like to," she said simply. "I've gotten used to them. Anything lower hurts my
legs."
The girls went for some shirts. Although they could not find, of course, any bra in the
house, they came back with breasts covered by two of the judge's shirts. It looked a
little bit strange, but their body was not nude any more, and that had been the im-
portant. A few minutes with my make-up case and we felt like human females again.
There was so much to do. Cindy and Samantha were going to find an apartment. A
quick raid on the Judge's safe provided the necessary funds. I asked Cindy to type
up absolute discharge papers for all three of us. The Judge was then encouraged to
sign them by our waving a monster dildo under his nose and suggesting where it
soon might find a home.
While we all wanted out of there and badly, there were still a few problems. I dis-
cussed them with the girls in private and they agreed. Cindy went to develop the film
while Samantha and I took care of our former masters.
Joan's eyes grew wide when she saw the vibrator strap in my hand.
"You're not... You can't!" she moaned,
I just nodded.
Spread out as they were on the wall, Samantha and I had no trouble in pressing the
little devil up her cunt. We decided to leave the alligator clips on. Both captives were
pleading with us as we made our final preparations to leave.
"Please, have some mercy. You can't leave us like this." The Judge wined.
"You're getting no worse that you would have handed out. We'll call the police in
about half a day and you can tell them whatever you like. But, the discharges stand
or you get to be instantly famous."
I could see the fear in their eyes. We had won. As we walked down the hall toward
the door I noticed two things. We were each still wearing the high spike pumps and I
could still feel the effct of the clit hood. I wasn't surprised when I felt myself still horny
and wet.
