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Michelle’s Story: Part III: Orientation
One morning, I was awakened in the usual way, but this was no usual day. When I was lowered to the ground, the guard, who usually would release me at this point, told me that I had completed my first punishment cycle, and that I would be headed in a different direction this morning. He led me down the line in the other direction, and for the first time I saw as other girls were being picked from various levels of this very tall room and set down to the ground. I kept walking at the pace he set me, though, because I didn’t want to go back to the routine of agony and suffering that I had resigned myself to. We got to the end of the room what felt like twenty minutes later, and the guard waved his identification and looked into the scanner next to the door, which buzzed, and he pushed the door open and told me to follow. I walked into this room to find a long line of plain dresses, all pink in color and looking like they were designed for little girls rather than grown women, being handed out by two women wearing brown dresses that looked more like they belonged in Macbeth, an old earth play, than in today’s society. They were also handing the women in line what appears to be underwear, and some kind of shoes. When the women received these, they moved on to the next room. For the first time, I had actually realized what I was wearing, or rather, what I wasn’t wearing. I only had sandals on, no socks, and a jumpsuit that was bright orange. Oh, and of course the shackles on my wrists and legs, the ones that they only ever took off when I was undergoing some kind of punishment or medical exam. Soon, the line had advanced, and I was nearly to the counter when I decided to look back. I saw a line of nervous women, as long as it was when I came in, all waiting for their clothes. I finally got up to the counter, and a woman asked me to hold up my arm, palm up, which I did. She scanned my wrist, and grabbed a dress from behind her. As she handed me clothing, she announced what they were: one dress, standard issue. One pair of panties, standard issue.One bra, 42DD, Standard Issue.One pair of thigh-High panty hose.One pair of shoes, Standard issue. Please move into the dressing room and change into these clothes. You will be given further instruction there.
I walked into the changing room, where the guard pointed at a cubical, where I entered. I realized quickly that this was only to divide people’s things, as there was no door around. There was a bench along the back of the cubical. There was a female that was standing in the doorway, but I didn’t realize why. I removed my jumpsuit, as I had done many times before, and the female removed my shackles. I thought that it was all she was there for, so, I picked up my first article of clothing, a big white bra with frilly lace all over it. The cups were big, but they curved down in the middle. I stared at the garment for a second, and decided to put the white panties with the lace all over them on first. I knew the bra had to go on next, but I had only taken them off of people before, I had never put one on. The female asked me if I needed some help, and I said yes. She then put the bra on me. It felt like there was a strange pressure pushing on my body somewhere it had never done before. I looked down, and saw that my boobs were only half covered, and the tops could still be easily seen, along with the middle inside piece near to the eventual separation of the breasts. She said that when these get worn for a long time, you get used to them. She was sliding one of the stockings up my leg as she said this. They were white thigh-high separates that had white lace on the top, concealing the band that held them up. When the first one was in place, she put the second one on me. My thoughts were preoccupied with my boobs while she was putting my stockings and shoes on me. The dress was still hanging from a hook. She asked me if I had ever walked around in heels before, and I asked why? She said that the shoes had a three inch spike on them, and that it was a high-heeled shoe. I had known that my feet weren’t exactly flat anymore, but I didn’t realize what she had done exactly. She told me to stand up, so we could get that dress on me. When I did, I nearly fell over, and she caught me, and I straightened out. She unzipped the back of the dress, and had me step into it. I put my arms through the sleeves, and as she was zipping it up in the back, I looked down to see my boobs again. The dress was cut low, to allow my breasts to be seen but squared off, so that my bra didn’t show. She told me to walk around the cubical for a minute while she got something real quick and that she’d be right back. It felt like it took me forever, but I finally got the hang of walking in these shoes by the time she got back, but my feet were beginning to hurt.
She came back with some gold bands. She told me that she had to put these on my neck and wrists. She said that I already had ones on my ankles, I just didn’t realize it. She walked over to me, and placed one on my wrist. It was cool against the skin at first, but it warmed up. It was thin, maybe only one inch thick at most. She put the other one on the other side, and put what looked like a collar around my neck. It was sized perfectly so that it wouldn’t choke me, but it also was tight enough around my neck that it wouldn’t move anywhere. She said that I needed to follow her. I walked behind her all the way down the dressing room, and into a room that housed several air busses. She led me over to one of the busses, and told me to get on. I entered the bus to see rows and rows of seats.
A man told me to take a seat, and to pull my panties down, and place the back of my dress into the slot. He said that every seat had a toilet seat, so that the passengers would not need to be released to use the facilities. I took the seat he indicated to, and the man helped me place the back hem of my dress (it came down to my knees) into the holder. I pulled my panties down to my knees, and sat on the seat, which was padded, but separated in the middle, and forced your legs to be separated a little bit. When seated on the seat, the man pulled down a lap bar, that did a couple of things. One. It provided me modesty, as it covered up the areas now exposed by the skirt being lifted up, and two, it prevented me from lifting myself off the seat in the slightest. He told me to place my arms on the rests, and place my head in the headrest. When I did this, the rings on my neck and arms stuck to the rests, and I was unable to move my body at all. My legs were pinned down from the leg rests in the same way. The man told me that it was going to be a couple of hours before takeoff and that I should remain silent. If I didn’t he said that I wouldn’t like it.
I asked him how long the flight was before he walked away, and he grabbed one of the gags off of his belt, and put it in my mouth. The gag expanded like it always did, and it was still uncomfortable. A few minutes later, another man came and hooked a line that was over my head into the gag, and I knew that it would be bad. However I took the opportunity to relieve myself and I was hungry, so I drank the nourishment quite quickly. The man came back and put the tube back. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that this bus didn’t have windows on it. Eventually a man’s voice came on the intercom, and announced that we would be headed to the rehabilitation center and the flight would be about ten minutes long. The bus took off.
When we landed, I noticed a breeze as the doors opened. When it was my turn to disembark, one of the men unhooked me from the lap bar, and the rings were released so that I could move. I pulled my panties up again, and stood up. I saw other girls straightening their skirts out, so I did the same. I walked outside, and it was snowing! I could see some villages below, and realized that we must be on a mountaintop. I hurried inside because it was cold, and I wasn’t wearing any pants. When I got inside, they pointed at the left door on the end of the hallway, and I entered a hall, that was quite large. I could see tables stacked on the sides, as well as some equipment that I didn’t recognize. There were a large number of chairs, and I sat down in one. There was a podium in the front. There were several men at one table, and a large number of women seated in the other. The seated women all wore similar dresses; only theirs looked prettier with the dark blue than the brown ones that the other women who weren’t dressed like me were wearing. The men were all wearing suits and ties. Once all of the people who were on the bus had arrived, a man emerged out of one of the hallways. This man was dressed much nicer than the other men, and had some kind of crest embroidered into his jacket. He walked up to the podium. He said:
“Welcome to Mountainside Rehabilitation Centre. This orientation will be to answer some of the questions you may have. In the next century, we will teach you everything you know to function in the society we have created for you when you are in between cycles. We found out that putting about a hundred years in between punishment rounds like this causes the highest levels of overall distress. If we were to constantly punish you, eventually you would get used to it, and it wouldn’t really be punishment anymore, would it? Ladies, you might have noticed if you were female when you came in, that is, that you haven’t had a period since arrival. This is because we turned it off in your genetic code after we had granted you eternal life and youth.
Eternal life may sound good, but I can assure you, after a while you realize that the punishments for the crimes you committed before coming here will never, ever end. It is not a good feeling. When you all see the doctor tomorrow, sadly he is not here tonight to be introduced; he will re-activate your menstrual cycles, sort of. Because of the modifications, there will be no discharge; however, you will still feel all of the PMS side effects. So you can look forward to that. When you are dismissed, you will go to your rooms, where you will have 3 other roommates. You will find a rulebook in your nightstand. I suggest you read it, because you will be punished if you break any of the rules laid out in the rulebook. These gentlemen sitting at the table to my right are your punishment masters. They will ensure that your punishment is carried out as it was intended to. They are also enforcers of the rules. They will be walking around all of the time to make sure all of the rules are being observed.
Sitting on the table to my left, are your teachers. They will instruct you on everything you need to know. They are also capable of dishing out punishment. They are not people you want to cross. Please note that some of your fellow guests are not biological females. They are female because they committed sex crimes before arrival. We recommend that you treat all fellow guests with the highest level of respect and dignity, and not make fun of them for their shortcomings, because one day they might end up in a position of authority over you. It is a crapshoot where any female lands in society, so keep that in mind.
That being said, you are dismissed, please line up in a double-file line, a guard will read your identity and give you your assigned room number. To open the door, wave your right wrist over the door pad. The doors will not open for you during hours of curfew. Have a pleasant evening.”
While he was talking, I found myself playing with my own clit, and I felt pleasure like I hadn’t before. I moaned softly into the gag I was still wearing, but nobody near me noticed. When he dismissed us, I stood up with the rest of the group and got into line. The guard gave me the number 2208, a map, and removed my gag. I found my way to my room, and waved my wrist over the reader. The light turned from red to green and the door slid open.
I walked in to see that the room was all shades of pink. Everything from the walls, to the celling, to the bedding was some shade of pink or another; even the lights had a pinkish glow to them. The bed frame itself was chrome in color, and looked cold in comparison. There were four beds in a row, on one side of the room, and a long table, which was wooden and painted pink on the other with four wooden chairs painted pink. There were dividers that created four workspaces, and a screen inset into each station. Next to each bed, there was a nightstand. There were names at the foot of the beds. I found mine and sat down.
I introduced myself to my roommate, who introduced herself as Rebecca. We started a little small talk, and another girl opened the door and walked in. After more introductions I found out that her name was Elena. Finally, our last roommate, Jenna, arrived. We talked about things for a while, and we said the crimes that got us here. I found out that except Elena, who killed her husband, and all 8 of the women he was cheating on her with, the rest of us had at least one sexual charge on us. Jenna had several, but Rebecca had a story similar to mine.
I opened the nightstand drawer and found a reader pad that had the rulebook just as the man said in the speech. I put the book back in the stand. Nobody else in the room even opened their drawers. I went into our bathroom and sat in the stall, where I played with myself some more. It felt so good, that I did not notice the guard that had come into the main room until I had come out of the bathroom. He told us that it was time for our showers, and then bed. He then told us to turn around so he could unlock our dresses. He unlocked and unzipped us one by one, and we took our clothes off and he told us to put them in the hamper. We left our panties and bras on, and he unlocked our shoes, so that we could take them off. With our stockings and shoes off, he pushed a button on his tablet, and a door emerged from the wall on the other side of the bathroom. It had four shower heads in it, and four seats to place our underwear. We put the rest of our clothes on those seats, and took what felt like the greatest shower ever. The warm shower kissed every part of my body, and I hadn’t had a real shower since I had arrived to the planet. They sponge bathed us during the sessions while we were filled with enemas in the mornings. When we were done with our showers, we noticed that the clothes we left were gone, replaced with a fresh pair of panties and a nightgown. We put those on after drying off with the towels that were hanging on the hooks.
When we had come back into the main room, he pushed the door closed. He was holding a smallish shield thing. He said that one of us had broken a rule already. He said that masturbation was not allowed at all ever. He said that the first offence punishment for the crime was to wear this shield for twenty four hours and to receive a paddling administered by one of the guards, him. He pushed a button, and there appeared a door behind the beds, near the toilet room. He told us all to file into the room. We all went into the room, and the door closed behind us. The room was filled with all kinds of torture devices. It had cold stone floors, and stone walls. There were no windows in this room either. He told me to step forward, which I did. He told me to take off all of my clothes and stand next to a bench. He pointed at a device that looked like a sawhorse. When I was standing near the device, he put the metal shield thing near my vagina, and it began to suck the skin into it. It created a seal that I would not be able to penetrate, making me unable to play with myself. He put a gag in my mouth, and moved my legs to either side of the horse, which caused my anklets to attach themselves to the horse. He stretched me on the horse, and moved my arms into place, where they too locked in. He placed a ring near my neck and it locked my neck so that I was only able to look forward. The next thing I felt was the paddle, and he gave me about a hundred strokes. He said that next time everything about this punishment would be worse for me. He pushed a button, and I was able to get off of the horse. Along the walls of this room I saw things like the spanking machine that I was subjected to during the cycle, and the enema chair too. There were other things that I didn’t recognize along the walls as well. He opened the doors and told us to go to bed now. When I passed him, he unlocked the gag from my crying face. Once we were in bed, he left, and when he did, the lights went out. I fell asleep.
When I awoke the next morning, I found myself unable to move. It appeared that once I had settled into the bed, it had locked my arms and legs into place by the bands, so that I couldn’t move. I whispered out to my roommates asking if anyone was awake. They whispered back that they were I asked if they could move, and they said that they could all move. It must have been part of my punishment. The lights came on about five minutes later, and the girls all moved to the foot of their beds; I still couldn’t move. A woman came in, wearing one of the blue dresses I saw yesterday. She pushed a button on her tablet, and I was able to get out of bed, and I realized as I got up, that someone had replaced my panties with a diaper, presumably in case I needed the bathroom during the night.
She told us to go to the showers, and the door opened again. This time, the room looked bigger when we went in. For one thing, there were some funny looking chairs along the same side of the wall as the showers; each had a name on it. She told us to strip and shower, then dry off and stand in front of the chair with our name on it. We did as she said, and once again, I felt relieved to have the warm water on me. As I cleaned, I noticed the shield still attached to me. I was a little frustrated at the unavailability of my nether region, but otherwise fine. Once dried, I stood behind the chair that had my name on it. I noticed that the other chairs had two heads sticking out of them, and mine only had one.
She explained that every morning, when we got up, and every night before we went to bed, we were expected to give ourselves enemas and douches. She said that it was a rule of our society that all women must be internally clean at all times. She explained that all we had to do was to sit in the chair, and lower ourselves onto the cleaning heads. After that, we rest our heads in the headrest, and place our legs in the stirrups, and our arms on the armrests. The chair would read our identity and begin our cleansing. She said that unlike our punishment cycles, where we got 6 harsh solution enemas, we would only get one soapy enema, followed by three clear water enemas. Like all enemas on the planet, they would be held for no less than twenty minutes each; the soapy one would be twenty and the clear ones would be thirty minute holds. She said that if we were bad, or needed more punishment, they could adjust our enemas to be more painful. She said that because I was wearing the shield, I only needed the anal head, and my vaginal head would be returned to the unit when I had the shield removed. She then told us to sit in the chair, and relax our muscles to avoid the heads causing pain. I looked down at the heads again, and they looked a little like the dildos that I was put on after the enemas. I sat down in the chair, not wanting to delay and get myself into more trouble already. Surprisingly, when I relaxed my muscles, it didn’t hurt while I slid down onto the seat of the chair. It felt weird going in, but it didn’t hurt. She told us to place our legs and arms where there were indents for them, and lean our heads back when we were locked in. I moved my legs up into position, which looked like I was in stirrups, but there was padded chair running the entire length of my leg. It was actually comfortable to a point. I was still unable to move, but it wasn’t as painful as the way they stretched me before. I put my arms on the armrests, and again, the padding felt nice. Finally, I leaned my head back, and the screen on the ceiling came to life, displaying one word on the screen.
Scanning…
This was replaced by:
Identity Confirmed. Welcome Michelle.
Which was quickly changed to:
Shield Device Activating…
Standard Cleaning Cycle minus douching selected.
No Discipline Modules Added.
This lingered for a few seconds, long enough for me to read it about five times, then it changed again. This time it said:
Enema I
Hold Time: 20 Minutes
Solution: Cleansing
Size: 4 QTS.
Enema II
Hold Time: 30 Minutes
Solution: Plain Water
Size: 4 QTS.
Enema III
Hold Time: 30 Minutes
Solution: Plain Water
Size: 4 QTS.
Enema IV
Hold Time: 30 Minutes
Solution: Plain Water
Size: 4 QTS.
Beginning Cleaning Cycle. Please Be Patient.
When the line scrolled onto the screen that told me to be patient, the head inside of me began to get larger; it got to the point of very uncomfortable, but never to the unbearable pain that I had experienced before. Then I felt the enema start to come in. It came much more slowly than I was used to, and by the time the machine turned off, the cramps were starting, but they were bearable. The screen still showed all four enemas, but the hold time on the top one started to count down. A particularly nasty cramp hit, and I closed my eyes and rode out the cramp. When the countdown reached 0, the enema started to get pulled out of me. When I was empty, the machine still kept going like the one before, but it wasn’t such a strong pull, and it stopped fairly soon after. I felt myself being filled again, and while I was being filled, the first enema was listed as completed, and cleared off the screen. The next three enemas had some mild cramps, but were almost enjoyable in between the cramps. Each time the solution would be sucked out, but gently. I could almost get used to this, I thought in my head. Immediately following the last emptying, the head deflated, then retreated from my body. I felt calm and at peace at that moment.
The chair released my body, and I got up from it. When I did, I felt a curious sensation between my legs. I took a step forward, and I began to get aroused. Every time I took a step, the shield stimulated my vagina more. There was nobody in the room, so I began to run around, until I was so horny I could burst, and then it stopped. Apparently the shield was meant to keep me aroused, but not let me finish, or even touch myself. It was devious indeed. And I had charged myself up almost to orgasm. This was going to be a long day.
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