Chapter 26.
Stewart left the Punishment Room with a feeling approaching elation. He felt a
certain amount of sympathy for the females who had been punished but felt that
it was, after all, their own fault for falling foul of the system. He tried not
to linger on the events he had witnessed, particularly the naked body of the
younger girl but could not rid himself of the erection that had been confined in
his tight underpants for most of the afternoon. Whatever else had happened, he
consoled himself with the thought that he seemed to be off the hook with the
wardresses and saw no reason why his time at the Correctional Centre should not
be rather pleasant from now on.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to hear the approach of one of
the Centre Policewomen from his rear. The first thing he knew about her presence
was when he received a hard slap across the back of his head. He turned and
found himself standing in front of a very attractive black policewoman of around
30 who stood with her hands on her hips.
"STEWART! Are you totally deaf boy or just stupid? I have been calling you for
nearly a full minute. Your presence is required in the Medical Centre. Follow
me!"
Once again Stewart found himself marching behind a policewoman. He had no idea
why he had been sent for or what was to happen to him. She was shorter than him,
but set a cracking pace as she marched along. Her grey, uniformed hips swaying
and the ugly baton swinging from under her uniform jacket.
Eventually they reached the Centre where he was quickly ushered in to one of the
sparsely decorated rooms. The only furniture was a heavy metal framed bench with
a long stainless steel top three feet off the ground. Two vertical uprights
about two feet high and one and a half feet apart were set into the surface
three feet from one end. Between their tops was a dog collar device . More
straps and fasteners were attached to the flat steel table and a grill-covered
drain was set in the centre between a set of the straps. On it rested a hard
shelled box the size of a small suitcase. It was labelled "Extraction Equipment.
For use on Male Prisoners." Underneath this was the manufacturer's logo,
"SMCYBER INC. Medical Division".
Before he could begin to imagine the potential uses for the equipment, the door
opened and in walked two other policewomen, one of which wore sergeants'
stripes. They exchanged pleasantries with the first policewoman and Stewart
learned from the conversation that they were from the Correctional Centre for
male prisoners. The younger one seemed to be a cadet, she was hardly out of
school, around five feet four inches tall and with a fair amount of puppy fat
from the way in which her uniform jacket was stretched over her chest and her
skirt was pulled tight over her thighs. Her angelic looking face was plump with
fair hair pulled back into a severe bun under her hat. The sergeant was closer
to forty years old. She was a little taller and certainly slimmer with short red
hair. Her face would not be considered pretty as her large nose and thin lips
detracted from a pair of large green eyes that seemed to bore into Stewart's
very being. He could see from her tag that her name was Walker.
"You are probably unaware Stewart, that the law has recently changed that
requires all prisoners to provide samples for a DNA data-base. The requirements
are that this sample be collected by police officers who must witness the entire
procedure to ensure that none of you perverts slip through the net. As the
Police at this centre are only familiar with collecting samples from females,
they have asked me to bring the male collection equipment over and demonstrate
it's use. Policewoman Spencer here is under training and will be carrying out
the procedure under my supervision. Let me make it perfectly clear to you that
we are well used to handling male prisoners, unlike the ladies at this centre,
so don't even think of trying anything on with us. One more thing, before you
get the idea that this may provide some sort of sexual pleasure for you, I
intend to ensure that it does not. Carry on Miss Spencer."
The young girl moved to stand in front of Stewart, eyed him up and down and then
said just one word:
"Strip."
As quickly as he could, Stewart removed his prison denim shirt, shorts and
underpants then bent over to slip off the shoes and socks. He then assumed the
present position, only too aware that the release of his penis from the tight
underwear had permitted it to erect slightly. Miss Spencer however ignored this
fact and, picking up his underpants, turned them inside out and examined the
crotch carefully finding a wet spot where his erection had caused a leak of
fluid. Swiftly she slid the baton from the holder on her waist belt and, with
the cold tip, lifted his scrotum, separating his testicles.
"Explain yourself Prisoner!" she snapped shaking the baton slightly to joggle
his scrotal contents menacingly.
"Please Miss, I have had to witness two of the female prisoners all afternoon as
they were punished, and¡and¡I have had an erection."
The young policewoman dropped the testicles and turned to her colleagues, asking
whether they felt that his should be dealt with before they continued. The
female centre policewoman offered to call her own sergeant and a halt was called
in the procedures whilst she left the room to telephone her. She soon returned,
with a smug expression.
"It seems that my sergeant already has a punishment lined up for the prisoner
from his first night here. She will be along shortly."
The policewomen stood around chatting as they waited for her arrival. Stewart,
now ignored by the staff, remained rigidly at the present hoping not to incur
any further attention.
The policewoman who had brought Stewart to the room was interested in hearing
about life in the male correctional centre and the sergeant was happy to answer
her questions. Almost all the staff were female, as this was considered more
effective in bringing the male prisoners into line. It also seemed that the
regime was even more strict and regimented than the one in the female centre
with much more emphasis on military style dress and disciplines. The prisoners
were under constant supervision or surveillance by the uniformed guards. A far
greater degree of punishment infliction was allowed by individual wardresses and
policewomen. Miss Spencer had already graduated to being cleared to administer
the cane, albeit in small doses, so the level of job satisfaction was felt to be
higher. The one downside was the constant exposure to the less attractive male
bodies but the expectation that the male body should be treated with the utmost
severity helped to overcome any distaste felt by the young ladies who worked
there. "It was," said the sergeant,"a most satisfactory sight to see a group of
adult males reduced to quivering schoolboys when a girl, such as Miss Spencer,
scarcely out of school herself, entered a room."
When asked how she reacted to the very necessary tasks of handling naked males
Miss Spencer smiled broadly and said that once she had been taught where all the
most sensitive points were on the male and given the authority to punish them it
had all been plain sailing.
"Believe me," she added, "once you have reduced one male to abject fear, it
really is easy-peasy with the rest."
The sergeant reminded her not to forget what she called the "side benefits" and
Miss Spencer blushed deeply.
"I can well imagine what the lesbian wardresses get up to in this
establishment," commented the sergeant, " but, as nearly all our staff in the
Male Centre are heterosexual by nature, the facility of picking out a male
prisoner to be used as you wish can be¡well¡rather relaxing to say the least."
"I accept that the requirements of the Wardresses can be regarded as a form of
discipline in themselves," she continued," and I wouldn't criticise the system
that orders one of your straight female prisoners to perform a personal service
on a wardress. The less the prisoner enjoys the event, the better it will be
for teaching her total obedience. It might prove useful to Miss Spencer's
training for her to be allocated a female prisoner tonight. Perhaps I should
mention that Miss Spencer's recent application of the cane was to a young male
prisoner who failed to follow her exact orders in her apartment one night. I
hear however, " she added with a smile at her young colleague," that he obeyed
your orders to the letter once you had striped his backside a few times!"
The young policewoman was still blushing and smiling when the Centre Sergeant
entered the room.
The Sergeant was carrying a stout, heavy tawse in her right hand. She quickly
transferred it to the other hand as she went through the formalities of an
introduction to the other policewomen and shook their hands. Having totally
ignored Stewart she then proceeded to talk about him without even a glance in
his direction. She was quick to explain her reason for turning up.
"It's not totally unheard of for us to be sent male prisoners here," she
explained, " but it's pretty rare. This wretch had given the escorting
policewomen a fair amount of hassle as they delivered him but I couldn¡¯t allow
them to work off their anger on him as he hadn't received his initial medical
examination. I did, however, promise to keep a punishment on account as it were
and this would now seem to be the ideal opportunity to carry that out. As one of
his problems seemed to be getting his legs in the way all the time, I promised
that I would give him a sound thigh strapping. Naturally I bow to the vastly
superior knowledge that you visitors have on punishing males so any ideas would
be most acceptable."
The visiting sergeant agreed and said that a punishment would certainly put the
prisoner in the right frame of mind for when they took the sample but first they
would have to deal with the offence of the soiled underpants. Back in her centre
this was a routine event and usually the electric prodder would be used on him.
If there were no objections she would deal with him right away, assisted by her
junior.
Having reached an agreement Sergeant Walker stood in front of the male prisoner
and, staring him in the eyes, announced that he would receive ten shocks for the
offence of soiled underpants. He would not be secured and would simply have to
take what was given to him without undue fuss or any attempt to avoid the
inflictions. As she spoke her junior donned a pair of surgical gloves, produced
a tube of some sort of jelly like substance and moved to a position behind him.
As the young girl started to rub the jelly into his buttock crease the sergeant
explained that they had found how a generous application of this substance
greatly increased the conductivity of the electric shock. The young wardress
ordered him to bend over, spread his legs and grab his ankles. The slippery
gloved fingers pressed against his exposed anus and then two of the digits
penetrated to lubricate the lower rectum. Next they gently oiled his scrotum and
finally, having applied more jelly, reached between his parted legs, grasped his
penis and having pulled the foreskin well back, rubbed the sticky cream all over
his glans.
Not suprisingly, when he was again ordered to his feet to stand naked in front
of the four women, his penis was fully erect and even twitching. Sergeant Walker
moved so that she was standing an arm's length in front of him, unclipped the
prodder from her belt, adjusted the battery pack and placed the shiny metal tip
on top of the exposed glans. She then gently pressed down against the upward
spring of the organ and pressed the button. An almost inaudible click was heard
and Stewart leaped almost six inches off the floor as a sudden jab of pain hit
him. With the good sense he was rapidly developing he was soon back in position.
"One." Said the sergeant almost to herself.
Next the tip was placed between his dangling testicles so that it lifted up the
scrotum and nestled between the bulbs¡and the button pressed. This time it felt
to Stewart that both testicles had been hit with the tip of a very thin whip and
he sagged with knees splaying as he fought for control.
That was when the button was pressed yet again, and another savage jolt hit
them.
"Three¡ Face away from me and bend over." she ordered. "Legs apart, rest your
hands on your knees, now squat slightly." Stewart was not in the least surprised
to feel the cold prodder tip nestle between his buttock cheeks, just above his
anus. The sergeant inflicted a jolt, moved the tip to below his anus and gave
him another before he could fully regain his position. Next she placed the tip
between his dangling testicles, lifted the tip so that it pressed against his
body and¡Whap!
The tip was then placed against the exposed glans of his penis right pressing
against the opening of his urethra. There was a seconds pause and yet another
searing jab was inflicted.
"Seven¡just three to go." Intoned the wardress.
Back in position Stewart felt the prodder press against his anus, turn slightly
and thanks to the jelly substance, slip slightly into the orifice. Desperately
he grasped his knees as the probe entered and his sphincter clutched it in a
pathetic attempt to prevent its ingress. It was during an involuntary
contraction that the button was pressed. He leapt up and forwards in a sad
imitation of a startled frog, much to the amusement of the wardresses.
He was then ordered to the present, the females, with the exception of Sergeant
Walker were still laughing at his reaction.
Slowly the tip was pressed against the outside of his right testicle for the
ninth jolt and then the left for the tenth and final one.
" You have obviously succeeded in teaching him some self control." Remarked
Sergeant Walker as she clipped the prodder back on her belt. " It takes us
several days to get them able to accept this sort of discipline without too much
fuss. If you would care to get the other punishment over we can then start on
the sample collection."
As she spoke the Centre Sergeant was slipping off her uniform jacket and rolling
up her sleeves. She carefully placed the equipment on the floor and, still
wearing her hat, ordered Stewart to lie face down along the steel bench with
his legs together, head between the uprights and hands gripping the far edge.
" I will give him the first four across the backs of his legs." She announced.
Slowly she lifted the tawse over her right shoulder and brought it slashing down
over the very tops of his thighs with a loud "Whaap". The force of the blow
drove Stewart's thighs on to the unyielding cold steel surface. Scarcely had he
recovered his breath when the second lash fell slightly lower so that it
overlapped the bottom of the first red weal. The next two strokes fell at ten
second intervals and moved the red swathe inexorably down his thighs towards the
back of his knees.
Without allowing any respite, the Sergeant ordered him over onto his back.
Without being asked Sergeant Walker moved to the far side of the table, reached
over and, cupping Stewart's genitalia, pulled them up towards his stomach
allowing the upper front thighs to be strapped .
Stewart looked up at the Centre Sergeant as she hefted the strap over her right
shoulder. She was of a slim build but the position pulled the uniform shirt
tightly over her small breasts and revealed the pointed nubs of her erect
nipples. Already her efforts were producing damp patches of sweat under her
armpits and from the look of concentration on her face, much more would be
produced before the punishment was over.
"Whaap" and the next stroke was brought down across his proffered thighs. The
strap was immediately raised and the second, third and fourth brought whistling
down. Each time the Sergeant grunted with the effort and her small white teeth
were bared just as the tawse started its downward flail. Somehow Stewart managed
to remain in position as the pain built up and only flinched slightly as he saw
each swathe of pain approaching.
"Now for your inner thighs boy. Lay on your left side, lift your right knee up
into your chest".She than ran her hand up and down the exposed soft skin
assessing it's sensitivity, pushing and lifting his dangling scrotum clear of
the target area. There was a brief pause, a grunt of effort and then the
sickening "Swaap" followed by the agonising pain of a weal on the tenderest of
flesh at the top of his left leg.
Stewart meant to remain still and compliant, he tried his hardest, but
instinctively his right leg shot down to protect his seared inner thigh.
Immediately the policewomen leapt on his body with their full weight, pulled his
leg back up and pressed it to the table, held his left leg fully extended and
the other three lashes were laid on with renewed efforts.
"It's amazing how sensitive the female prisoners are in this area". Commented
the Centre Sergeant. "Even when they have been here for months and are really
hardened to even the cane across their backsides, a few flicks here and they
really crack up. Would you ladies mind turning the wretch and holding him for
the last four on the other leg please?
Stewart's shaking body was manhandled into the required position. He was aware
of a firm pair of hands pulling at his right ankle to keep it straight; a heavy
body sitting on his left shoulder keeping his right pinned to the steel top and
a heavy firm pair of uniformed breasts pressing into his doubled up left knee
and thigh pressing it to the metal surface. One of the female guards grasped his
testicles in a firm, uncomfortable grip to keep them clear of the descending
leather tawse.
And descend it did. Four fully laid on strokes across the soft inner thigh. The
sergeant managed to angle the strokes slightly to cover even more area with the
tips wrapping cruelly round over the existing weals on the front of the punished
leg. Suddenly the female weight was removed and he was told to stand at
attention next to the table. Fighting against the pain and the searing
contractions of the punished areas he stood as ordered, awaiting the next order.
"Ma'am," enquired the young cadet wardress politely, "May I ask what the
function of this table is?"
The Centre Sergeant was happy to oblige.
It seemed that several members of staff had complained of the difficulty in
carrying out certain examinations and procedures to the "rear ends" of the less
obedient female prisoners. One wardress, who owned a large Alsation bitch,
noticed how she was handled during a visit to the veterinary surgeons. The dog
was unceremoniously lifted up on to a freshly wiped steel slab, her head and
neck were secured in a collar held between two posts and her "Rear end" and
underside were fully available to the animal doctor. The design was modified for
human securing and the device constructed by a specialist firm. With the hands
being secured to the posts, level with the head and the straps applied round the
spread knees and lower ankles the body was held parallel to the table with the
breasts hanging down and the buttocks shamelessly thrust back to fully expose
the crotch.
It was still on trial but had been received enthusiastically by the staff.
Naturally, no one had thought to ask the prisoners for their views!
Sergeant Walker moved to a position in front of Stewart. Suddenly her right hand
slapped his face, first with the palm and then with the back across his right
cheek. Considerable effort was put into the slaps and Stewart was almost knocked
off his feet and left with his face burning and ears ringing.
" We now have to take a sample from you for DNA analysis". She snapped. " This
will have to be in the form of semen, but believe me, my assistant and I will do
everything we can to ensure that the procedure is as unpleasant as possible.
Mount the table boy!"
Stewart scrambled on to the cold hard surface and knelt as directed. Miss
Spencer rapidly secured his knees and ankles wide and tight and then fastened
the broad dog collar tightly round his neck. This was fastened into position
between the two uprights. A leather headband was then tightened around his
forehead and secured to the posts so that his head was forced up and his face
was inclined at forty-five degrees to the table surface. Finally his hands were
cuffed and clipped either side of his head leaving him an almost "doggy begging"
position . Behind him he could hear the sound of latex gloves being slipped over
female fingers but was still surprised when Miss Spencer suddenly reached
between his legs and grabbed his dangling, partly erect penis with her left
hand. She leant her young chest against his haunches as her right hand came
round his right thigh and proceeded to swab his genitals with a wet coarse piece
of cloth. The cloth scraped and rubbed his exposed glans and he could smell the
strong antiseptic even before its astringent properties stung his exposed skin.
Even the young girls vigorous cleaning of his hanging scrotum failed to prevent
the hardening of his sore member as he was prepared for extraction. As the
antiseptic evaporated she reached round him again and pulled a thin condom over
the glans and pulled it tight in towards his body.
The Sergeant explained to the other wardresses that three samples would be
needed. The first would be taken by conventional means and asked for a
volunteer. The black policewoman immediately offered herself explaining that her
experience at extractions was rather limited.
"Not a problem." Replied the visiting sergeant. The secret is to make it fast
and firm so that the result is achieved quickly and with the minimum of pleasure
for the prisoner. You will need to wear these." She said producing a pair of
heavily ridged rubber gloves.
The red gloves were swiftly donned and on the instructions of the sergeant the
policewoman knelt behind Stewart on the table with her legs between his and with
her right hand reaching round his thigh to firmly grasp his penis. Her left hand
and arm rested across the small of his back. On the command "Commence" the
policewoman began an almost frantic rubbing with the hard ridges of the gripping
glove up and down the entire length of his organ at some speed.
Stewart groaned with the pain from his sore flesh, especially the tender glans
that was only protected by the thin latex of the condom. Even so, the violent
masturbation kept his member fully erect and responsive. The other three females
crouched down to observe the telltale end of the condom for a result as the
abuse continued with the policewoman now grunting with the effort.
No one had bothered to time the event. To the subject it felt like only seconds
before the surge started and with a groan of pain, pleasure and self-disgust he
ejaculated. Still the manual rubbing continued and soon, pain and a dull aching
in the testicles replaced the short-lived high of sensation. Even when the young
wardress commented on seeing the "result" the pumping continued and Stewart
thought that it would never end.
With a word of thanks from the sergeant, the black policewoman eventually
stopped the procedure and she climbed off Stewart and down to the floor. A five
minute wait was ordered for "dribbling" and then the condom was pulled off the
flaccid throbbing penis by the gloved hands of Miss Spencer who quickly
transferred to gooey contents to a sample bottle.
"Right Stewart, you will now have ten minutes recovery before the next
extraction. Miss Spencer will keep you company whilst the rest of us take a
toilet break." said the sergeant as she led the others out.
Miss Spencer slowly walked around the secured male prisoner and stopped at the
top of the table looking at his face. She leaned forward until her nose was
almost touching his and he could feel her cool breath on his cheeks.
" I can't believe how easy you have had things in this Centre Stewart. Where I
work you would been flayed for the attitude you have displayed towards the
staff¡ never mind having a few stings with the prodder and a couple of slaps
across the legs. I only hope that I can get you transferred to my Centre for
some real discipline. Meanwhile," she continued," I now have to prepare you for
the second extraction, however a disgusting job that might be. The Sergeant
insists that you be fully erect so lets see what we can do about that ."
She moved to the rear and suddenly, a gloved hand brushed under his hanging
scrotum and gripped his flaccid penis. The foreskin had been pulled over the
glans by the removal of the condom. The young wardress slowly pulled it fully
back and started to gently squeeze and roll the limp knob between her gloved
fingers. Meanwhile the digit finger on her left hand traced a soft line up and
down his anal cleft. Within seconds the response started and the organ started
to swell. Swiftly she released her grip, moved to the head of the table and
climbed up. She then stood, legs astride the posts that secured Stewart's head
and slowly sank to her knees in a squatting position so that her splayed knees
were level with his ears and he was forced to look between them.
Her voice now came from above him, full of both authority and menace.
"Take a good look Boy. In my Centre I can call on any male prisoner to supply,
shall we say, personal service to me. You can probably guess what that entails.
I believe in total and absolute obedience so I never hesitate to discipline any
tardiness or failure to provide¡satisfactory service."
Stewart stared at the stockinged legs, the plump white thighs with their
suspender straps pulled tight and finally at the white pantied crotch. The
swelling of the pudenda, the stray dark pubic hairs that strayed out of the
sides of the tight white cotton gusset, the yellowish stain at the centre and
sensed the musky female scent.
"You heard earlier that I had to cane a male prisoner the other day. It was his
first time serving a policewoman and unfortunately for him I had just come from
a hard session in the gym without showering. He seemed to think that he had some
sort of choice about what he did or did not do. He actually suggested that I
should have a bath before I had him carry out his service. I didn't waste time
lecturing him on how he would do as I ordered no matter how unpleasant he might
consider the work. I simply laid into his hide with my cane".
"Unfortunately they only issue me with a light weight one and I have to limit
the strokes to just six, but as you can imagine, if they are laid on good and
tight over just an inch or so of buttocks¡it becomes difficult to count how
many there have been laid on with any degree of certainty. As a wardresses word
is always accepted he sensibly decided not to complain. Anyway by the time I let
him leave the room he probably felt that the worst was¡so to speak, behind
him."
"It was amazing how just a few strokes changed his attitude. Believe me,
Stewart. After the caning he was happy to lick anything and everything I
wanted¡without hesitation."
At this she slowly spread her plump young thighs as wide as she could and eased
herself forward until Stewart's restrained face was almost touching the
stretched cloth of her panties.
Suddenly, at the sound of the returning staff members, Miss Spencer stood
upright and was looking down at the prisoner when they entered the room.
"Excellent work Miss Spencer," remarked Sergeant Walker donning a pair of
surgical gloves, "I see that he is fully ready for the next procedure."
The equipment box was placed on the table in front of Stewart, the lid opened
and the equipment was lifted out. It consisted of a black metal box with suction
pads that fixed it firmly to the table under the prisoner's groin. From that a
long flexible stainless steel tube with a small egg shaped end protruded. This
was bent so that it rested between Stewart's anal cheeks. Next a suction
receptor the shape and size of a large egg was pulled apart, then closed and
locked around the dangling scrotum so that it gripped firmly around his
testicles. A quarter inch by ten inches long plastic tube was torn from a
sterile pack. Sergeant Walker grasped the prisoner's penis pulled it towards her
and started pushing the end firmly into his urethra. Stewart struggled against
the soreness and pain as the tube was thrust home. The design of the table
ensured that this was of little inconvenience to the wardress. Even so, she gave
him a sharp slap across his right buttock as she completed the insertion
shouting in his ear to keep still. Finally a rubber cuff like device was fitted
around his penis and held in place by a thin strap that fastened over his waist.
"If this device reminds you of the milking machine for cows it's not
surprising," explained Sergeant Walker, " The one over his penis squeezes and
sucks and the ones gripping his balls inflate internally with less pleasant
sensations. The intention, as always is to achieve a sample but with the minimum
of pleasure for the subject."
With that she uttered one word: "Pleasure" as she pressed on the test control
button. Stewart shuddered with sexual thrill as the suction and squeezing
stimulated his very being.
And the she said the word: "Pain" as she pressed the other test button. The
sudden inflation of the testicle cup caught him by surprise as the sensitive
bulbs were squeezed, causing him to yelp in pain.
"The main advantage of this equipment is that it milks the male prisoners
without any effort and very little pleasure on their part. We now require two
separate extractions and I anticipate that the first will be achieved with ease
but the second will take some time. Miss Spencer will now fit the first condom
to the tube and standby to change it after the first result."
Swiftly the young wardress clipped a condom to the dangling tube taking care to
give it a sharp upward push that caused Stewart to flinch against his securing
straps.
The sergeant made adjustments to the control box, pressed the start switch and
with a low pumping sound, the milking commenced.
Otherwise the room was silent¡until Stewart's sharp intakes of breath became
louder as the intensity of the stimulation increased. True to the sergeant's
promise, every twenty seconds the testicle grip provided a sharp lesson to the
subject that caused him to gasp in pain rather than pleasure.
It took nearly four minutes for the first result. Stewart felt the surge
building and let it swell to an orgasmic eruption that even a sharp squeeze to
his testicles could not stop.
" Well, as I predicted, the second extraction has taken place." Commented
Sergeant Walker. "We will wait two minutes to collect the result and then the
long haul of waiting for the third extraction can commence. The male prisoners
usually regard this more as a punishment than a pleasure as the pumping and
sucking will continue and cause considerable discomfort to his genitals."
The condom was replaced and the process did indeed continue. The staff members
chatted idly amongst themselves as to the different ways that a male had to be
treated compared to a female prisoner. The Centre Sergeant policewoman, having
ascertained that the two visitors would be staying the night, suggested that
Miss Spencer should take the opportunity of having one or perhaps two of the
females to attend to her after dinner. She should, after all, take every
opportunity to gain experience wherever she could and first hand practice at
dealing with females would beat any reading she carried out from the training
manuals.
At this her young face positively glowed. She asked if she could select the
prisoners but was told that she could certainly specify what she would like but
that it would be up to the Centre Sergeant to make the selection.
At that juncture they turned their attentions back to their subject.
Stewart was groaning quietly to himself as the constant sucking and squeezing of
his sore genitalia continued. He was as far away from a third orgasm as he could
possibly be,¡ or so he thought. Then the egg shaped device on the flexible
shaft was lubricated and the Sergeant positioned it against his anus. With a
firm push, she forced it into his rectum. She carefully positioned it, watching
the expression on his face until it was obviously in contact with his prostate
gland and then stood back.
"Prostate stimulation can achieve the result we require with a minimum of
pleasure for the prisoner." She intoned. " When I switch on he will feel not
only a gentle pulsing but also a regular stinging sensation. All we need now is
a little visual stimulation, Miss Spencer if you please."
The young policewoman walked over to the door and opened it. Waiting outside was
one of the female prisoners that the sergeant had chosen at random when she took
a break.
The girl was brought to stand before Stewart.
She was in her early twenties, tall and slim with pronounced breasts thrusting
at her uniform shirtfront. Her hair was fair and pulled back into a ponytail.
Her pretty young face was a confused mask of surprise, apprehension , fear and
curiosity as she stared at the male prisoner on the steel table.
The centre sergeant spoke:
"This male prisoner is undergoing a medical procedure that requires sperm
samples to be taken. It will be necessary for you to provide some visual
stimulation to ensure that he orgasms. You will do exactly as we tell you
without question, otherwise you will find yourself up on the table after we have
finished with him, is that understood?"
"Y..yes Miss." Replied the girl hesitatingly.
"Good, then remove your tie and shirt."
Slowly and nervously the girl unknotted her tie placing it on an adjacent stool
then unbuttoned her shirt slipping it down over her shoulders. She was wearing
the regulation three-quarter cup white bra. Her firm breasts swelled over the
tops of each undersized cup. As she followed orders and stood at the present her
tufts of fair underarm hair came into view and the breasts were forced even more
into the restraining material.
"Miss Spencer, please excite the prisoners nipples."
Smiling, the young female stood behind the female prisoner, reached round and
with the fingers of each hand started to locate both nipples through the cotton
bra. As soon as she had located them she started a non-too gentle rolling and
squeezing between her finger and thumb tips Suddenly she viciously squeezed them
both making the girl gasp and bend at the knees. At this point she released her
grip and stood at the side.
"Now remove your brassiere and resume the "present" position." Continued the
sergeant.
Trembling, the girl reached behind her, unhooked the prison bra and slipped it
down over her arms. As she placed her hands behind her head and thrust her
elbows back her naked breasts were fully displayed. They quivered as she
snapped into the obligatory position. They appeared firm and heavy though not
over-large. Each stood proudly away from the rib cage and the large swollen pink
aerolea projected a reddened inflamed and sore nipple upwards and outwards.
"A little more nipple stimulation if you please Miss Spencer."
The policewoman stood behind the girl with her own breasts forced into the
prisoners back, reached round and grasped the nipples squeezing them into the
resilient breasts. The girl grimaced exposing her even white teeth as her lips
were pulled back. A soft groan escaped from the clenched jaws. The tips of each
nipple were visible as the fingers gripped the tender aerola on each breast. The
cruel fingers and thumbs rolled and squeezed, rolled and squeezed for a full
minute before releasing their grip. The girl was left shaking and scarcely able
to hold her position¡but somehow she did.
"It is unfortunate for you, girl, that you happened to be around when I was
looking for someone to help out." Said the sergeant in a bored voice."You see,
this prisoner, like most males, is turned on by the sight of a naked female
being punished. I can assure you that there is nothing personal in this, the
sooner he provides a result, the sooner you can leave."
"Remove your uniform skirt."
Quickly, the girl removed her skirt, folded it and placed it on the stool.
Without waiting she snapped back to the "present". Stewart stared at her long
splayed legs and the stretched crotch of the white regulation panties. Her white
suspender belt was stretched taught by the supporting straps reaching down to
the tops of the uniform stockings.
"Turn around, bend over, legs wide apart and grasp your ankles."
Despite the continuing sucking, squeezing and stinging of the milking machine,
Stewart felt the return of his natural urges and the swelling of his organ. The
girl victim displayed her stockinged legs and the white panties that were firmly
wedged into her buttock crease. Criss crossing the white flesh of her buttocks
were the bruise lines of a recent beating.
Observing Stewart's renewed interest , Sergeant Walker told the girl to remove
her panties and climb up on to the table. She was told to kneel on the ledge in
front of the males tethered head with her back to him. She then had to spread
her legs, and shuffle rearwards on the cold stainless steel until her crotch
made contact with Stewart's face.
Stewart could hear her sobs of humiliation but was now fully engrossed in
absorbing every detail of the shamelessly displayed crotch. The light downy
pubic hair around the puckered pink anus. The thicker hair beneath it. The
spread vulva with the slightly protruding inner vaginal lips and the scent of
sweat, anal musk and vaginal pheromones. Suddenly, gasping, the third and final
ejaculation was achieved from the shaking and trembling male.
It took a full ten minutes to wrap up the event. The female prisoner was allowed
to dress and leave and the condom contents were consigned to the sample jar. The
tube was snatched from his urethra, the anal probe was pulled out and
eventually, stiff, shaking and exhausted he climbed down from the cruel
contraption and table. His penis throbbed, and his testicles ached . He had
never felt so worthless and humiliated in his entire life.
As he marched stiffly from the room, his only consolation was that no one had
mentioned any transfer to the male correctional centre. The thought of being in
the hands of those bitches on a permanent basis made him shudder.
To be continued.
