Pentonbridge Pig

Chapter 19. A Fitting

"A dog? Fucking hell pig, you are one revolting slut," said Jennings conversationally as Emily stood in the centre of the doctor's office. The walk from room 303 to her current location had been conducted in complete silence though Emily could had been able to feel the scrutiny of the guard upon her naked back. 

Her nudity had not been of great concern during her stay in room 303, but now that she was back in the general prison she felt the colour rise and deepen in her cheeks with each passing step. Her body was now a patchwork of welts and bruises, a testament to her misbehaviour. Her breasts were coated in the tacky gel and the drying remnants of her drool was still visible on her belly and sex. With the one simple comment, Guard Jennings had turned her shame into a deep chasm of humiliation. She knew that the incident that morning would haunt her but she had not realised how deeply affected she would be at its mere mention. 

"Doctor Monetti will join us soon. A C17 pig, well if anything will stop that vile snatch from causing trouble that would be it. Bend over pig, keep your hands behind your back you dopey bitch. You keep those hands in plain sight until we get you fitted. Spread your legs, wider. Wider pig."

Emily did her best to accommodate the urgings of the guard and ended up bent at the waist with her legs spread obscenely wide. Her pussy and ass would be clearly on display for anyone standing behind her. 

The sudden snapping sound from across the room caused Emily to jump. It was a sound she knew and dreaded. Guard Jennings had put protective surgical gloves on each hand, which could only mean one thing. Her vagina was again to be manipulated without her consent. Having no control over access to her body was one of the hardest things for the poor young girl to accept since her indoctrination at Pentonbridge.

"You should be ashamed of yourself pig, dribbling all over your own cunt. You have no pride at all do you? No modesty, no pride, no morals and no standards. About the only thing you do have is an abhorrent compulsion for deviant sex. Why did you steal that money pig? Hmmm, trying to start up your own fuckranch where you would be free to fuck every horse, dog or goat that happened by? Haha, then collect all their manure and dine like a scat queen."

Jennings chuckled to herself while Emily sobbed silently. She waited patiently for the next indignity to occur, knowing she had no power whatsoever to prevent it. She tensed as a towel of some kind was wiped roughly across her gaping sex. Her mons and plump lips were vigorously cleaned and the young girl had to admit, that it was something she could not deny she wanted. The mere casual touch of the towel against her deeply bruised thighs brought a gasp from the exhausted girl.

"Cleanliness is important. Inside and out pig, something I think I can safely say you know little about. And no pig, having a fat cock spurt cum into your cunt is not the same as a proper douching," Jennings said, as she forced the thin towel inside the girl's vagina. 

Emily grunted as the rough material was forced inside her dry sex. Jennings pushed two fingers inside her and began rotating and curling them, twisting the coarse material against the delicate pink folds of her pussy. Emily moaned as the towel shifted uncomfortably inside her. She almost fell forward in an attempt to move away from the penetrating fingers and in adjusting her balance she inadvertently pushed back onto the intruders.

"How dare you pig. How fucking dare you try and use me to fuck yourself. Pig five strokes solicitation, five strokes assaulting a superior. Try to draw me into your grubby world will you," snarled Jennings as she grabbed her baton and pressed it against Emily's naked pussy.

She pressed the button frenziedly, sending a burst of pure pain deep into the distressed girl's most delicate flesh. Emily collapsed on the floor, her hands reflexively cupping her abused sex. Jennings kicked her buttocks viciously, yelling at Emily to stand up.

Emily stood, head lowered and thoroughly cowed. She had finally been beaten. She did not even bemoan the unfair portrayal of her movement. Nothing she said now would change anything. She shifted her head away as the irate guard leaned in close to her face.

"You ever violate me like that again pig and I will see you as a permanent fixture in the punishment yard," hissed Jennings, small droplets of spittle flecking Emily's face in her vehemence. "Do you fucking understand me pig?"

"Yes Guard Jennings Ma'am," Emily croaked meekly. 

"No bend the fuck over so I can finish cleaning that sloppy slit," Jennings ordered, slapping Emily's face for emphasis.

The chastised girl hurriedly bent over and assumed her previous position, spreading her legs widely and making sure her hands were behind her back where the guard could see them. Her cheek stung and she knew there would be a clearly visible handprint left behind as a mark of her disobedience.

Almost immediately the towel was pushed back against her denuded pussy and the guard continued to rub the exposed area between her legs. Emily was at a complete loss as to what the clearly insane guard was doing. The insistent pressure on her pussy was beginning to have an effect on Emily, but she tried to fight back the unwanted sensation that she could feel mounting. 

After all she had been through that day she was becoming aroused at the attentions of the person she hated most in all the world. Emily grit her teeth and vowed not to move, confident that Guard Jennings was setting a trap for her, a trap which would see further humiliation and punishment heaped upon her. 

When she felt sure she could not stay silent any longer, the hand and towel were mercifully withdrawn. The damage, however, had been done. As she straightened up at the guards harsh command, she knew her hardened nipples would be evident. The telltale white cream that she produced would be hidden from view as long as she was allowed to remain standing and as long as she was saved further intimate treatment. 

As if on cue the door to the office opened and the pair were joined by Doctor Monetti. The mere sight of the doctor caused Emily to blush, remembering the humiliation she had suffered at her hands. She was dressed as before in her long white coat, something Emily felt terribly cliche. A large cardboard box was snugly tucked under her left arm.

"Ah Jennings, very good. I am glad you managed to get it here on time. My shift ended 20 minutes ago and Pierce is going to be late so let's get this fitted shall we."

"Hey Doc, no trouble. It's going to be a relief for everyone to have this dirty cunt out of the way," replied Jennings.

"When was the last time it urinsted?" the doctor enquired, setting the box on a table.

"This morning."

"It's going to need to be drained," replied the doctor as she opened the box and lifted out its contents.

"Pig, piss," ordered Jennings, indicating a metal bucket in the corner of the room.

Emily's face flushed, the heat of her humiliation threatening to overwhelm the burning sensation from the recent slap. She stepped submissively to the bucket, her nudity causing a momentary hesitation. Emily hung her head in shame, unable to meet the eyes of the two women and squatted over the bucket as she had been instructed. 

The apprehensive girl was deeply thankful that she had read at least one small part of her manual. Performing incorrectly now could see her sent back to room 303, or worse. She had no idea what the punishment yard was but for Jennings to use it as a threat, after she had just been punished so viciously in room 303, made her shiver.

With a deep breath Emily lifted her head and focused on a vague point on the far wall. She had to keep her head up, but she studiously avoided looking at the two women, preferring to see them only as blurs in her periphery. She squatted there, her legs spread widely, her pussy centred over the bucket and waited. 

The mere presence of the two women, whom she could sense were watching her intently, played havoc with the young girl's nerves. As the seconds ticked by and nothing happened Emily became more and more agitated. She had been told to piss. What would happen if she could not? If they would just leave the room she would be able to go. She hadn't realised how badly she needed to go until it had been mentioned. Had it really been so long ago that she had last peed?

"Pig come here."

This was the doctor, a definite note of enquiry in her voice. Emily rose and hesitantly stepped towards the white-coated doctor. She was frightened of this petite woman. She was no taller than her, in fact she was much shorter than Sergeant Mailer or Guard Jennings, or any other staff she had so far encountered. But Emily held a special, irrational fear of medical professionals, especially one who chose to work in such a wicked place as Pentonbridge.

"Turn around and bend over," the doctor instructed.

The blush drained from Emily's face as she obeyed the order, knowing what was to come. Squatting over the bucket had opened her pussy, exposing the thick white secretion that had collected at the entrance to her vagina. Her secret arousal had been discovered. Again the disturbing snap of surgical gloves caused the naked girl to tense her shoulders. 

"Hmmm," mused the doctor as she gently pulled Emily's labia apart, opening her pussy. "It's aroused Jennings. Robbins cannot come too soon. I fear that the belt will not curb any of these tendencies. In fact it has been observed in certain deviants that such devices can heighten sexual desire."

"Doesn't matter Doc, it's not for her. It's too difficult to watch the slut every second of the day. Every chance she gets she's forcing her snatch on someone, or something," she added with a perverse emphasis," or jabbing any object she can get in there."

Emily almost opened her mouth to protest, but caught herself in time. She had not, and had not even attempted, to put anything inside her vagina. She had not even masturbated since her trial began and she had been remanded in custody. It was yet another nail in the coffin of her reputation but each indignity, each unfair lie that was told about her was a fresh pain for the young girl.

"Well this will have to be cleaned before the belt is fitted," said Doctor Monetti. The next moment Emily felt a soft, dry instrument enter her open pussy. The muscles inside her contracted involuntarily, her anus tightened and it looked to all the world as if her pussy attempted to close around the instrument.

"See, see Doc. That's what I'm talking about. Fucking cunt's like a rabid animal, anything gets close and it tries to eat it," Jennings babbled excitedly.

"Yes Jennings, quite droll. It is however clear evidence of its insatiable appetites. It would take an inveterate degenerate to not only become aroused in the current surroundings but for it to display the arousal so overtly indicates a manifest disregard for propriety and for any degree of self-control."

"Yeah that's what I meant," added Jennings feebly.

Emily's shoulders shook with the first subdued sob as small tears formed in her puffy red eyes. She was being talked about as if she could not understand. That wasn't quite right she thought. The two women were talking about her as if she didn't matter. The despondent girl didn't know if it was this or what was being said that caused her more misery.

Doctor Monetti had continued to poke and scrape the delicate walls of Emily's sex as she spoke, soaking up the moisture she had produced. The oversized cotton swab was discarded for a fresh replacement twice before the doctor was satisfied her subject's vagina was clear of discharge.

"Well I fear the effort is for naught but I can only do so much. Pig, piss now."

Emily straightened up and hurried over to the bucket. No sooner was she in position than a thick stream of urine blasted into the bucket. She knew she had to be quick and the attentions of the swab inside her may have cleaned up her current moistness but it had only stimulated her more. She needed to get out of this room and away from these brutes before her body got her in more trouble.

As she emptied her bladder into the bucket, she made the mistake of looking at her tormentors. Both Guard Jennings and Doctor Moretti were watching her intently. Emily hurriedly looked away, fearful their intense scrutiny would prevent her from completing the demeaning act. She knew from her run in with Guard Coteaz that an inmate was not to rise without emptying her bladder. 

The thick flow of deep yellow piss diminished eventually to a trickle and then stopped completely. Emil shuffled back and wiped her pussy on the cold metal rim of the bucket before closing her legs and standing up, moving back to the centre of the room without stopping.

Doctor Monetti stepped to the naked young girl and slid her gloved hand between her legs. A small sanitary wipe brushed liberally across her pussy and asshole, leaving the entire area cool and tingling. 

"Restraints?" Doctor Monetti asked.

"No need. You won't give us any trouble will you pig?"

"No Guard Jennings Ma'am," Emily squeaked demurely.

"She's dumb as a bag of hammers but even pig is beginning to know her place. Besides, you stray one inch from attention and you will learn what's it like to be restrained. Got it?"

"Yes Guard Jennings Ma'am."

"There you go Doc, you just need to know how to talk to these dense bitches."

"Right pig, I feel as if I am wasting my time but I am required by regulations to explain it to you anyway. You are being fitted with a C17. A chastity belt with a class 3 design. This will allow urination and defecation but prevent access to the clitoris, vulva and vagina. It is made of a non-cracking orthopedic-grade polymer that has been form fitted to allow a full range of movement."

Doctor Monetti's voice faded as Emily stared at the device that was presented to her. It looked like the strangest, most uncomfortable pair of panties she had ever seen. A pair of panties made from a stiff, cream coloured plastic. A thick strip ran vertically down from a thin, curved waist strap. The vertical section flared into a wide cup contrivance that would cover her pussy. An inch behind the wider section, the stiff plastic formed a wide circle almost two inches in diameter before returning to an inch wide strip that terminated at the waist strap.

"... and it is advisable for this particular design. Now, hands up. No pig, move them further up your back, we're not robbing you," Doctor Monetti ended with a chuckle.

"Ha, pig you are a funny fuckwit," chimed in Jennings, clutching her sides as she laughed manically.

Emily lowered her arms quickly, pushing them once again behind her and slid her hands further up her back, flaring her elbows out beside her. Two small tears sparkled in the harsh white light as they rolled down her scarlet cheeks. She felt so stupid, so fucking stupid, but they weren't right. She was just tired and confused, how was she to know. Nothing she could say could help her feel any better. She felt like the idiot she had been made out to be.

Doctor Monetti deftly unclipped the U shaped section, that would fit between her legs, from the waistband, which she also proceeded to break into two pieces that clipped at the front and back. Without further explanation, the two halves of the band were placed around her slim waist and clipped together. The sharp snap as the stiff plastic band became a solid constriction at her waist made the poor, naked girl shudder.

The stiff device was a little tight, constricting her waist slightly, but it was curved to allow it to sit above the hipbone but lower in the front and back. Doctor Monetti had to step in close to Emily, her white coat brushing the naked skin of the trembling girl. The sweet, flowery perfume that wafted from the petite doctor was the last straw.

Emily began to blubber like a little girl. Would she ever wear perfume again? Would she ever wear a dress? Would she ever sleep on satin sheets in a proper bed? The downward spiral her life had taken ever since the money she had taken had been traced to her had finally caught up with the young girl. The reality of her situation, past the immediate heart-wrenching misery she was experiencing, crashed in upon her. This was what she had to look forward to for years. She wasn’t even sure how long she was to be trapped here. The term of her incarceration was constantly shifting, reliant on her obedience and her ability to work to the schedule her superiors set.

“Shut the fuck up pig. No one cares, really. It’s fucking pitiful, carrying on like that because you won’t be able to play with your fat cunt,” spat Jennings.

“It is not to be unexpected Jennings. The desire for the deviant to satisfy its yearnings is often the driving force of their existence. If it is removed, or even diminished, it will affect the psyche in profound ways. I am no psychologist but it is reasonable to assume that the mental deficiencies exhibited would seem to stress that an even greater importance is assigned to the baser instincts,” mused Doctor Monetti.

“So, what you are saying Doc is that the stupider the bitch, the bigger the slut?”

“Well, yes I suppose so. The primal urges that we all have would not only be heightened but as these primitive appetites are the only processes able to be understood by the subject then it stands to reason that they become the prime source of motivation. Don’t get me wrong Jennings, no one is proposing that arousal in and of itself is wrong. It is the elevation of such stimuli to the position of pre-eminence that is aberrant and causes the degeneracy we see in pig.”

Emily had been left to her own devices during the exchange. She stood as if she was a store mannequin, forgotten half-way through being dressed. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but she could not stop listening. She may have been forgotten, treated as nothing more important than the table or the bucket containing her piss, but the fact that she was the subject of this incredulous dialogue made her want to scream at the women to acknowledge her. She was standing right there. The fact that what was being said about her was ludicrous and disgusting was less important than simply being recognised as being present. She wanted someone to treat her like a human being, with feelings that mattered.

“I had never really thought of it like that Doc.”

“Well, it’s not something that most people have a need to think about. In our line of work, where we deal with the scum of society, where all the worst that the genetic strain of homo sapiens is on display, it behooves us all to become aware of the motivations that drive them. It is all well and good to provide discipline and punishment, but these principles only supply the foundation for rehabilitation, the bedrock if you will, on which to build a successful program through which each inmate has the possibility to return to society in a form that will be a benefit to the community construct.”

“So…” replied a clearly bemused Jennings.

“Well, that is why Doctor Robbins has been such an asset. She is a singular genius in her field. The programs she has designed are truly remarkable. You haven’t been here long enough to know, but before Doctor Robbins joined the staff, the usual sentence for a deviant was close to three times as long as that suggested by the court. But enough, I have a dinner date tonight. Let’s finish this up.”

Three times as long! Emily was stunned, she could not last in this place for six years. She didn’t even think she could do two. She had been enrolled in one of these programs. Even in her current predicament, naked and in the process of being fitted with a chastity belt, Emily was apprehensive about what would happen to her in the program. She was not a sex offender. It should be easy for her to pass the course, she thought, doing her best to lay her fears to rest, knowing deep insider her, however, that this was unlikely to be the case. Nothing at Pentonbridge was easy and it was this way by design.

“Squat pig. Enough, come back up a little, back straight,” ordered Doctor Monetti until Emily had lowered her body a little closer to the floor. Her new position stressed her already tired thighs but it also opened her legs a little wider, allowing the doctor to slide the U-shaped section of the chastity device between her legs. It was brought up until it rested snugly against her bare flesh. The cold material made Emily jump causing two tiny tears to drop onto her breasts.

Doctor Monetti pushed upwards forcing the two sections of the belt together, seating the stiff, plastic brace tight against the trembling prisoner’s pussy. The loud snap as the two plastic pieces came together, securing themselves into one apparently seamless section, sounded bleakly foreboding. Emily found that the stiff plastic belt was actually quite comfortable. It was marginally too small, pressing into her soft flesh a little too tightly. She could feel the pressure at the sides of her pussylips, the slight mounded section of the crotch creating a cavity into which her vulva sat without allowing any great application of pressure to be felt.

It was the ring that was now seated at her anus that was causing the young girl some distress. It allowed her the ability to go to the toilet and for this she was thankful but the belt had been fitted so tightly that the plastic ring pushed her buttocks apart and put a strange pressure on her tight sphincter. It was as if someone was perpetually pulling her buttocks apart. She felt as if she was in a constant battle to keep her ass closed. Emily instinctively tried to tighten her sphincter, gasping as the skin around her tight pink bud pinched itself against the unyielding plastic. She would not be able to get used to this. The belt had been fitted for less than 20 seconds and she was already desperate to get it off.

“Squat pig. All the way to the floor. Again. Walk to the wall and back. Bend over. Back to attention. Now lean to the left, hands above your head, now to the right,” directed Doctor Monetti pushing Emily into a seemingly endless array of demeaning positions. “Well that all seems to be in order. A full range of movement, no pinching or displacement. Very satisfactory.”

Wait, screamed Emily. No pinching! There was pinching, a fucking lot of pinching. It was very far from satisfactory. How could you fit something like this, something that was to be worn 24 hours a day and that didn’t have even the slightest give in it without asking the person who was wearing it how it felt? Emily silently pleaded with Doctor Monetti to ask her a question. Her eyes sparkled with the promise of fresh tears as she stared plaintively at the white-coated woman.

“Now pig, the crotch of this device contains six thin apertures that provide airflow across the vulva and vaginal opening as well as to allow urine to pass through. Your period is not due until well after the belt is scheduled to be removed so there is no need for concern for any vaginal access. It is now your responsibility to keep the C17 clean and in good working order. 

"If, during an inspection, the device is found to be marked in any way, the cost of the device will be converted into punitive damages and added to your sentence. You will be provided with three sanitary wipes per 24 hour period the device is in your custody. These will be located in your cell. The belt will be removed at the commencement of your enrolment in the sex offender program. It can only be removed with this key, which will be carried by the duty officer.”

Emily looked at the strange piece of plastic that was handed to Guard Jennings. It was two inches long in the shape of an X. She looked down at her belly and saw two small X shaped slots set into the front of the device. So this was it, the poor girl thought. I am trapped in this thing until someone else decides it can come off. The fact that her pussy was now covered and she was, in essence, wearing some kind of clothing, was little comfort. Emily fought back the tears, resolutely vowing not to show any further weakness to these two women. She was strong. She was smart and strong. She would get through this.

“Sign here and we are finished.”

Emily stepped to the table and signed the document making her responsible for the care of the chastity belt. Her eyes flashed across a phrase that caused her already subdued spirit to shrink even further into darkness, ‘hereby furnish consent’. It made her a little angry as well, though it was tempered by the helplessness that all but consumed her. She did not consent to this. She did not consent to any of this. She had been tricked into the situation and forced to wear this ridiculous thing. It wasn’t her fault but she was cognisant of how it would look to a third party. Her signature was all over the place, seemingly giving her permission to be tortured and to agree to the farcical rules of the place and now to wearing something she was sure would drive her mad.

As she stood at attention while Doctor Monetti collected her things and chatted to Jennings about mundane topics Emily refused to find an interest in, she was constantly fighting the urge to wriggle her body to find a more comfortable position for the damn belt. Her hands rested in the small of her back and she could feel the stiff plastic under her fingers. 

She tried her best to surreptitiously manoeuvre the belt into a better position, to push the strip away from her body and stop the maddening pressure on her anus. The position was not the best and she could get no purchase with her fingers twisted the way they were, but she knew in her heart that she would not be able to move the belt. It had been fitted perfectly and it would stay this way until someone took it off.

“Come on cunt,” snapped Guard Jennings. “You have to wash that dirty fatsack before you are allowed in your cell. Then you can dream to your heart’s content about dogs licking your puss and sticking their stinky cocks inside you, because I guarantee that dreaming is all you are ever going to do.”