Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hoop
Title: Incarceration Ch.21
Part: Chapter 21
Summary: Emma gets an electronic shock collar, and Laura is induced to
fuck her with a strap-on dildo.
Keywords: FF, bd, nc, sad



   Emma's awakening was not a gradual process.  The moment she opened her
eyes, she was completely lucid and clear-headed.  It was the most
refreshing sleep she'd had since being brought to the facility.  She was
lying in a bed beneath a thick duvet, in the centre of a room with
featureless, grey walls.  She shifted to move the covers, and her brow
furrowed as she felt something warm weighing down on her arm.  She
inspected it by touch, finding that it was a limb that did not belong to
her, and then the memories of the past few hours came rushing back all at
once and she jerked upright, throwing the covers back and twisting herself
around to see Laura lying next to her, half her face buried in the
surprisingly soft pillow.  Her mouth was hanging open slackly, a few
strands of hair draped across her face.

   Emma gently touched the other girl on the shoulder.

   "Hey."

   Laura, too, awoke with a start, drawing in a big gasping breath.  She
stared at Emma for a few moments before she broke eye contact, her gaze
wandering downwards shyly.  Apparently they had nothing to say to each
other.  Emma was willing to bet that she and Laura were doing exactly the
same thing - trying to forget what they had done with each other a number
of hours ago, and completely failing to suppress memories made even more
vivid by the drug's effect on all their senses.

   It was awkward.

   Emma climbed out of the bed, surprised at just how cold the air was.  An
air conditioner mounted at the top of one wall seemed the likely cause. 
She allowed herself the brief fantasy that the door might be unlocked,
before dispelling it by actually trying to operate the handle.  There was
nothing visible through the door's small, frosted glass window.

   "I guess we just wait until someone comes for us," she said.  Emma
folded her arms over her chest, but the rest of her was still feeling the
chill of the unreasonably cool air.  Her nipples, normally almost invisible
due to her lack of skin pigmentation, revealed themselves as a pair of firm
bumps.  A single wave of icy cold spread across her, and she hugged herself
tighter.

   "You could get back in the bed, you know," said Laura.  "I wouldn't
mind, or anything."

   "Yeah," said Emma.  "I bet that's exactly what she wants," the pronoun
coming out filled with an impressively hateful tone for such a brief
syllable to carry.

   "'She' is going to get her way whatever," said Laura.  "There's no point
in making it worse for no reason."

   Emma found herself looking at the marks on her thighs from her caning.
The straight-edged, pink lines were fading away to leave blotches of yellow
and purple bruises.

   "Come on," she said, "you look like you're freezing.  She might be hours
yet." Laura slid back beneath the covers, and lifted up one corner with her
arm.  Emma hesitated, shivered again, and then climbed back in beneath the
duvet.  The warm sheets felt good even after so short a time in the cold,
although she wouldn't have admitted it.  She rolled over onto her side,
with her back to Laura.

   "Laura...  what are you doing?"

   The question was a response to the feel of Laura's warmer skin against
her back.

   "Warming you up," she said.

   "I- I don't need warming up, it's fine."

   "You don't feel warm," she said.

   "But we're just doing what-"

   "I don't care any more," said Laura.  "After what we did with each other
before, this doesn't make any difference."

   "Hrmph."

   They lay in silence for a while.  There was a general shifting of
bodies, and Emma looked back over her shoulder to see Laura had her head
propped up on her hand now.  She seemed to be peering at Emma's shoulder.

   "Do you get sunburnt easily?" she asked.  "I mean, with you skin like
this, I guess..."

   "I can't go out in the sun."

   "What about sun block?"

   "Not good enough.  They said if I went outside too much I'd get some
kind of skin cancer.  My body can't deal with the UV.  It sucks."

   "I'm sorry," Laura offered.

   "I'm not missing much," said Emma.  "Who wants to go to the beach and
swim in water that fish have been pissing in for millions of years, right?"


   She laughed, very aware of how forced it sounded.

   "Right..."

   Another awkward pause evolved into a drawn-out period of silence,
culminating with Laura slipping back down to a lying position and putting
her arm over Emma.  She felt that she shouldn't reject the gesture, and
allowed her to stay that way.  It seemed that Laura had a worryingly small
amount of fight left in her.

   The door handle rebounded against the wall with a smack as it burst
open, a familiar voice exhorting them to wake up.

   "Oh," said Helen, "I see you already are awake.  Fair enough."

   Both the girls rose to sitting positions, hugging the bedclothes to
their chests.  Helen and her pair of accompanying attendants wrestled the
covers free, throwing them in a bundle in the corner and leaving both the
girls sitting naked on the mattress, trying to cover themselves as best
they could.  The attendants took up positions either side of the door.  One
of them dropped the bag he was carrying.  The LED on the air conditioner's
bottom edge flickered in response to a few taps on Helen's apparently
omnipotent computer tablet, and a gust of warmer air washed over the room.

   "All right," said Helen.  "You should have slept off most of the effects
now.  Let's try for something like before, only without the drugs this
time. Sit facing each other."

   There was a moment of hesitation.

   "DO IT!"

   Laura threw herself to the side and scrambled into an upright position
opposite Emma.  She glanced over at Helen apprehensively.

   "Good.  Now put your arms around each other."

   They did so, moving a little closer together.  They made eye-contact for
an uncomfortable moment before Emma turned her head to the side, looking
anywhere else but the girl in front of her.  She could feel Laura's breath
on her cheek.  Across the room, she could see the corner of Helen's mouth
just beginning to curl upwards into a grin.

   "Now kiss," she said.

   Emma felt Laura's lips against the corner of her mouth, and she flinched
away.

   "Emma," she whispered, "we should just do as she says."

   She faced the other girl and parted her lips slightly, allowing Laura to
kiss her on the mouth.  She kept her face relaxed, being as unresponsive as
she thought she could get away with.  She shut her eyes and tried to
imagine herself away somewhere else, and as a result she didn't see Helen
come across the room towards them - the first sign of that happening was
Emma's head being wrenched backwards as Helen grabbed a fistful of her
hair, and pulled roughly.

   "I'm not seeing much effort from you, 641," she said.  "Do it like you
were doing before.  Come on."

   She shoved her back towards Laura, and kept her hand against the back of
her head while Laura, spurred on by the display of anger, kissed her again.
Emma reciprocated half-heartedly.  Helen guided Emma's hand to the back of
Laura's head, and she kept it there while her lips moved against the other
girl's.

   "Better," said Helen.  "All right.  Lie down, 523.  On your back. 
Spread your legs a little bit."

   Emma moved to the side to allow Laura to spread herself out,
starfish-like, on the mattress.

   "Now use your fingers, 641."

   Emma spread her hands, unsure of what exactly Helen wanted to use her
fingers for.  She had some suspicions though, which were confirmed by Helen
grabbing her by her wrist, bringing Emma's hand to rest over Laura's
genitals.

   "Get to it."

   Emma fidgeted with her other hand.

   "NOW!"

   She cursed herself for flinching at Helen's suddenly-raised voice.  Emma
went about rubbing Laura's cunt perfunctorily, making a point of counting
exactly the same number of different movements: three circling motions,
then her fingertips inserted just inside Laura for a little, a few strokes
up and down, open palm flattened against the short bristles of Laura's
pubic hair.  She felt Helen take her other hand by the wrist, and bring it
to rest between Emma's own legs.

   "I hope you're feeling ambidextrous," she said.  "You can do yourself at
the same time."

   She was obliged to begin fingering herself reluctantly.  She moved her
hand as if she were scratching an itch down there, and although she wasn't
being much more energetic with Laura, she could still feel a trace of
moisture on her fingertips.  She rolled her eyes and sighed, and then Emma
suddenly felt her guts sinking with dread as she realised Helen had been
looking directly at her when she had made the gesture.  She was fixing her
with a menacing glare.  In half a second she was upon Emma.  She grabbed
her round the neck with both hands, and wrestled her down onto the bed. 
Emma flopped backwards with a surprised shriek, having had no time to
manage a response.

   "You still don't seem to get it, 641," she hissed.  "Even after the
caning.  Even after this morning with 271.  Am I going to have to do
something like this to you again?  Hmm?" she kept one hand around Emma's
throat while gesturing to the remaining cane-marks with her free hand. 
"Perhaps something worse?  Would you like that?"

   Emma shook her head.  She choked for breath; Helen's grip seemed to be
tightening.  "I thought I'd gotten through to you the other day, but it
seems not," said Helen.  "So now I'll have to change my plans slightly."

   "You two," she called the attendants over.  "We're going with the second
option."

   Her order prompted a few minutes of very rough manhandling, with the
attendants doing the bulk of the work of forcing Emma down to kneel on all
fours, and then binding her wrists together with thick plastic zip-ties,
hard edges chafing against her skin.  They parted her legs, and clamped
manacles around her ankles, using them to hold a rigid metal bar between
her feet.  Each manacle was tied off with a rope to a corner of the bed,
and they added another rope around her wrists, leading to the bed's
opposite edge.  She ended up held in a kneeling position with her thighs
apart, her ass and cunt spread for anyone behind her.

   Laura had been a passive spectator throughout all of this - in fact, she
didn't seem to be subjected to any restraints for now.  Helen knelt
alongside Emma holding a metal collar, split in half about a hinged
section. It had six copper studs equally spaced around the inside edge. 
The glowing LED on the outside of the collar was especially worrying.

   Helen clicked it into place around Emma's neck, and she felt it becoming
tighter as it was adjusted with a clicking noise.  Emma made a retching
sound from her throat.  It was practically strangling her.

   "Nice and tight?  Good," said Helen.  "Ah, in fact, I think you'll
remember this from a few days ago.  When you were first introduced to 271,
yes?"

   Emma could indeed remember the session where Claire had been forced to
lick her pussy, and how Helen had kept the girl in line with frequent jolts
from her shock collar.

   "Check this out," said Helen.  She fetched her computer tablet, and held
it in front of Emma's face.  It was displaying several software controls: a
slider labelled "power", which was currently set at twenty per cent.  There
was a box beneath the heading of "duration," in which the number "500" was
written.  Another drop-down menu declared the "pulse pattern" to be "square
wave".  The interface seemed quite sophisticated.

   "Neat, huh?"

   Emma got a first-hand experience of the device's effect as Helen tapped
her stylus on the button marked "shock".  It was like being physically
jabbed in the neck, although the sensation of pain was completely divorced
from any sort of impact.  Emma jerked her head down to her chest, gritting
her teeth at the pain.  Another jolt, feeling higher-powered than the
first, had her throwing her head back as she grunted.

   Helen showed her the screen again, the power slider adjusted to one
hundred per cent, with her stylus resting over the activation button.

   "Shall I do it?" she said.  "You want to feel what it's like?"

   "N-no...  please..."

   "Well," she said, "in that case, you'll have to promise to be good.  Oh,
and you remember the other day?  The little oath I had you memorise?  Let's
have lines two and three."

   Emma moved her lips soundlessly, going through the words she had been
forced to memorise in between lashings from Helen's cane.

   "My body does not belong to me, but my mistress...?" she ventured.  She
hoped desperately that it was correct, but she had a dreadful feeling it
wasn't.

   "WRONG!"

   Even before Helen finished the single word, Emma was screaming.  The
collar delivered three cruel shocks in rapid succession.  As the pain
abated, she realised her hand was stinging from where she'd dug her
fingernails into her skin, quite involuntarily.

   "The words," Helen corrected her, "were 'My body is not my own, it
belongs to my mistress.'"

   Emma did not even need to be asked to repeat the words, she was happy to
say anything if it avoided another shock like the one she'd just received.
The cane was mild in comparison - it was a physical implement, that lead to
a physical impact and a predictably proportional amount of pain.  It was
comprehensible.  The electric collar felt like it was sending jolts of
agony directly into her nerves.

   "That's right," said Helen.  "Oh, and I think it's about time I started
enforcing another rule, too.  Maybe I've been making a mistake, allowing
you to call me by my first name.  Until now.  You understand?"

   "Yes."

   "Yes, what?" said Helen.

   "Y-yes..." the second word stuck in Emma's throat.  It felt as if to say
it would mean defeat.  She'd managed to put up resistance in various forms
this long, but to call her by that title would be to acknowledge her
submission.  She couldn't do it.

   Helen's hand, holding the stylus above her computer screen, twitched.

   "Yes, mistress!"

   She had said it now, and she couldn't take it back.  She had called
Helen her mistress.  The rest of the words she had memorised surfaced in
her mind with perfect clarity: "I give myself to her.  The whole of my body
and my mind belongs to her.  I am her slave, and she may do to me whatever
she pleases."

   She sagged down a little, before the restraints holding her in place
tightened up against each other.  She looked up through the strands of hair
that had fallen down over her eyes, and saw that Helen was grinning.

   "I'm glad you've seen sense, 641.  And now I think it's time for 523 to
get involved, too.  Be a good girl and wait quietly.  Actually, what the
hell," she said, "I may as well ensure that last part."

   She pulled the equipment bag over and dug around inside, pulling out a
pair of ball gags.  One of them was red, which seemed to be the most common
colour, the ball set on a half-inch strip of leather.  The other one was
larger - black, with a thick, coarse-looking leather strap and a heavy
metal buckle.  There was a second strap hanging down beneath it, presumably
intended to go beneath the wearer's chin.

   "Please don't," she ventured.

   "Just for that, you're getting the uncomfortable one," said Helen.

   The ball forced her jaws open wide as Helen pushed it right back into
her mouth, leaving little space for breathing.  She fastened the buckle at
the back of her neck first, and then the gag settled into place with the
tightening of the strap under her chin.  She found that she couldn't move
any part of her mouth at all.

   She rested her head on her forearms, trying to find the least
uncomfortable position to see what was going to happen to Laura.  They led
her around to the side of the bed, and one of the attendants fastened a set
of thick fabric restraints around her ankles, held together with a two-foot
strap of white material.  No really significant restriction of movement,
but she would find it a lot more difficult to move around.  She remained
standing, with one of the attendants resting his hands on her shoulders,
while Helen untangled a bundle of straps attached to the back end of a
worryingly thick dildo: black rubber, with ridges and knobbles at various
points on the shaft.  It was mounted on a flat piece of leather, and
visible on the other side was another, smaller protrusion, with a slight
upwards curve.  A small electronic control dangled from it by a pair of
wires.

   Helen arranged the straps around Laura's thighs, and eased the smaller
of the protrusions into the girl's pussy before flicking a switch on the
control box, which caused the dildo to start emitting a muted buzzing
sound. One of the attendants held it there while she adjusted the
half-dozen straps that held everything in position.  Laura was squirming
her thighs a little by the time the adjustments were finished, and Helen
stood back, pressing down on the business end of the tool with her finger,
and grinning as it sprang back when she removed the pressure.  By this
point, Laura's cheeks bore the faint hint of a red

   flush.  Her lips were parted a little, her breathing ever so slightly
erratic.

   "No reason why she shouldn't enjoy herself too," said Helen.  "And I'm
sure you can work out where the other end of that strap-on is going."

   Laura was guided over to kneel beside Emma's head, the dildo protruding
horizontally before her eyes.  This close up, she could see that some of
the surface features were quite rough.  Surely it was too big.  There was
no way there was that much space inside her.

   Helen gripped around its shaft and nudged it against Emma's face,
prodding her in the cheek.

   "You'll need to lube this up yourself, though," she said.

   "Mmff?"

   Helen encouraged Laura sideways until the dildo was beneath Emma's chin.
This close, she could hear the sound of Laura's end of the equipment
buzzing as it vibrated inside her.  The control unit was tucked
conveniently against her thigh, behind one of the straps.

   "It's going to hurt a lot if it goes in dry," said Helen.

   Emma had so far prevented herself the humiliation of drooling by keeping
her lips tightly sealed around the gag.  Apparently that wasn't an option
any more.  She curled her lip downward, allowing the dammed-up saliva to
run from her mouth onto the dildo where it formed a wet, glistening trail.
Laura pulled her hips backwards to allow Emma to work along the shaft,
moistening it with her spit.

   "I think that's enough," said Helen.

   "Mmph."

   Emma couldn't see behind her, but she felt the mattress sink as Laura
was brought around to kneel before her spread-open legs.  She felt the
girl's hands against her lower back.  Then the tip of the dildo resting
against her cunt.

   "Ask her for it," said Helen.  She came to loom with her face a few
inches away from Emma's.  "Ask her to fuck you."

   "Mmg ghhgd fgh."

   "Try anyway," she said.  "I'm sure she'll understand.

   "Fhk mmm," she managed.

   "A little clearer?"

   The second attempt she made at the "f-" sound caused a little bubble of
saliva to form on her lower lip, which burst wetly.

   "Fhkk.  Gmuh," she managed.

   "What's the magic word?"

   Emma sighed through her nose.  "Fleegh fhkk gmuh," she mumbled.

   "I suppose that will do," she said.  "You heard her, 523, get to work."

   Emma groaned as the full extent of the dildo's girth became apparent. 
The spreader bar felt like it was holding her legs too close together now,
rather than too far apart, as she wriggled around to try and accommodate
it. It seemed to keep coming and coming, the various bumps and ridges
rubbing inside her as it forced its way in.  She thought she wouldn't be
able to take any more, and then to her relief, Laura stopped pushing. 
Despite Emma's best efforts, the shaft hadn't been particularly wet, and it
tugged painfully a few times on the way back out.  Each time she had made
some incoherent noise through her gag, and Laura had paused briefly before
carrying on.  With the withdrawal complete, she felt it slipping into her
once more, slightly more readily, but no less uncomfortable.

   "I...  I'm sorry," said Laura.  It was followed by what sounded like a
stifled sob.  At one point during the next insertion Emma felt one of the
hands removed from her back momentarily, and Laura sniffled.  Then it
returned to grip against her, and she winced as the dildo completed another
inward thrust.

   "What kind of talk is that?" said Helen.  "You don't need to apologise,
she likes it.  Don't you, 641?"

   "Mmuh huh," she said, insincerely.

   "You could at least try to convince me."

   The pain from the dildo had had displaced the thought of the shock
collar from Emma's thoughts.  Helen gave her a reminder.  As her body
tensed from the sudden pain, certain muscles squeezed around the dildo and
amplified that presence as well.  Emma used up all her breath with a weak,
muted scream, followed with her gasping for air as she slurped around her
ball gag.  She endured another half-dozen impalements before she had
completely recovered from the jolt.  The skin on her neck was prickling.

   Laura was making noises of a different kind as she yielded to her end of
the strap-on equipment, her longer moans mingling with Emma's pained
whimpers.  And yet, even though the vast majority of what she experienced
was hurting her, she could now feel another sensation start to become
apparent between the aching thrusts - something about the way the ribs slid
against the inside of her cunt was quite stimulating.

   The ersatz cock was sliding in and out more easily now.  Despite all the
unpleasantness of the situation, Emma seemed to be becoming wet regardless,
and the natural lubrication eased the pain of the implement's violation. 
She heard Laura let out quiet, shuddering moan, and the girl's hands
gripped Emma's sides slightly harder for a moment.  She sounded out of
breath.

   "Never mind about yourself, you need to finish her off as well," said
Helen.

   Laura obediently continued to fuck Emma, who was now resting her head on
the mattress, with her arms awkwardly arranged to one side.  Between her
own legs, she had a view of Laura's thighs moving back and forth.  Each
time they moved towards her was synchronised with a wet squishing sound
from between Emma's legs, and a surge of the full feeling of the dildo
inside her.  Emma realised that the pain had mostly abated now, and had
come to be replaced with the peculiar tension of a steadily-approaching
orgasm.

   Something seemed to be preventing her from reaching the actual point of
release - perhaps the combined discomforts of her bindings, the
ever-present possibility of another shock from her collar, or the heft of
Laura's implement was precluding complete release.  Behind her, Laura
moaned again desperately, and thrust into her particularly hard.

   "Please," she was saying, "can you at least turn it off now?"

   "When she comes, 523.  And not before."

   "But I've already..."

   "Not.  Before."

   There was another frustrated sound from Laura.  Her breasts pressed
against Emma's back as she leaned over her, hugging onto her from behind.

   "Please, Emma," she said, "I need you to come now.  I-I can't take it
any more."

   She straightened up and redoubled her efforts; Emma was taken by
surprise by just how hard she was fucking her.  The bed creaked beneath her
as Laura tried to spur Emma on to a release of her own.  She even moved one
of her hands off Emma's back, using it to stroke around her genitals in the
hope of providing a little extra stimulation.

   Eventually, just as Emma's thighs were beginning to ache from the
position, she managed to finish.  The contractions of her muscles felt as
if her body was trying to expel the implement from itself; the intensity of
the climax was only increased by the added pressure of her cunt gripping
snugly around the dildo's shaft.  Milliseconds into her orgasm, Emma's
cries became a lot louder as Helen administered a shock with sadistic
precision - the most powerful one yet.  Emma's vision actually went black
for a moment, and it sounded strangely like her screams were coming from
somewhere else.  The release of orgasm and the punishing surge of
electricity collided together in a way her nervous system didn't know how
to deal with, and she sagged down onto the mattress and gasped for breath,
her whole body quivering.

   "I can take it off now?  Right?" Laura sounded desperately impatient.

   "I'll tell you when."

   There was a long pause, which must have been agonising for her.

   "You may remove it now," said Helen.

   Emma heard the rustle and swish of leather straps being hastily
unfastened, and the dildo flopped down onto the bed, its shaft glistening
and slimy.  Laura was panting.

   Helen picked the dildo up, holding it by the base and inspecting it.

   "Got yourself nice and wet for this in the end, didn't you?" she said,
"even though you complained so much.  Look," she said, holding it a few
inches in front of Emma's face, "look at all that juice from your pussy. 
You loved it really.  You little whore."

   Emma flinched away as Helen prodded her in the face with the implement.
She drew it over her cheek, leaving a sticky trail, laughing as she did so.
Emma made an agitated noise.

   "Aww, 641 doesn't like her own girl-cum," she said.  Then she rubbed it
against the end of Emma's nose.

   "Mghm!  Ghff!"

   "What about 523's instead, then?"

   Emma received another wet poke, this time from the part that had been
inside Laura.

   "Oh, anyway, I suppose we're done now," she said.  She gestured to the
attendants again, and Emma felt the manacles removed from her ankles.  One
of them cut away the zip ties with a pair of pliers.  They had left red
lines on her skin.  She was allowed to stand, and saw that Laura was
sitting on the end of the bed hunched forward, with her legs tightly
crossed.

   "I think we'll leave the collar on for the meanwhile, 641.  But you can
take your gag off now."

   Emma leaned forward to get her hair out of the way, before unbuckling
the strap.  She loosened the one beneath her chin, and was glad to finally
be able to ease the ball of rubber out of her mouth.  Her tongue felt weird
and numb.

   "Now say thank you to 523 for your orgasm."

   Helen seemed to be in a good mood now, or at least, what passed for one.
Making her angry again at this late stage would be pointless, she thought.
Emma looked at the floor as she mumbled, "Thank you Lau-, um, 523."

   "Good.  Now you may return to your cell."

   The attendants took them back.  Emma found herself walking with a stiff
gait, as her pelvis dealt with the aftermath of a very thorough fucking.