Erica Hawthorne stood before the high Judge's Bench. She was a beautiful teenaged girl with a sweet face; her cinnamon-red hair, parted in the middle, was long and silky.

She wore a knee-length prison-dress made of grim grey material.

"I sentence you to a year", announced the Judge--"A year in the Women's Special Prison!"

There was a murmur of approval in the magnificent courtroom. Men nodded their heads.

"A whole year?, cried Erica--"Just for shop-lifting?"

The Judge frowned down at her. "Here in the Republic of Roissy we are a very orderly society, young lady. We did not ask you to come to our country--No. And now you have broken our laws. Since you are a foreigner, I give you only the minimum sentence. It could have been worse. Much worse!" He slammed down his gavel: Bang! "Next case!"

A Prison Matron--a big stern woman with iron-grey hair, dressed in a pitch-black uniform--took Erica by the arm and led her away.

A police van was waiting by the side of the Courthouse. Beyond it, Erica saw the city of Roissy, shimmering in the hot European sun. The Matron took her by the arm up a metal ramp and into the back of the van.

It was very warm in here.

"My name is Matron Marie," said the big woman in the black uniform. She put her hands on her wide hips: "Now get your clothes off! All of them!"

"Wh-WHAT?" Erica stared up at the big Matron.

"The inmates of the Women's Special Prison,” said Matron Marie, “are always kept nude--that is our custom! You will be naked and punished for twelve months; others are kept that way for years and years..." The big woman smiled a strange smile: "Yes--in Roissy we have found that keeping a girl naked is an excellent way to teach her obedience and good behavior!" She turned stern again: "Now, Inmate Erica--get your clothes off! You won't be needing them where you're going!"

The red-haired girl hesitated. All right, she'd committed a crime here in Roissy--but this was too much! No...

Slap! Marie slapped Erica hard across the face. "OBEY!", she commanded. Slap!--harder.

“Ohh!...” Her face stinging, Erica began to undress. She slid her bare feet out of the little prison-sandals she’d been issued.

"Faster!", came the order.

Erica lifted the coarse grey prison-shift up her legs, up her bare body, and then over her silky red hair. She dropped the shift down to the metal floor of the van.

"Panties too!", demanded the Matron--"Get nude! Learn to OBEY!" Marie took a large riding crop of black leather from her belt, and--Whp!--Erica shouted as the leather crop snapped on her big white breasts!

Whp! Marie struck again.

“OW!”

“Strip off!”

Erica bent her head in shame, and slid her coarse grey prison-panties over her hips and down her beautiful white legs; then she daintily stepped out of them. She couldn’t believe it: she was naked before Matron Marie, and there were red welts on her bare breasts!

"Hands clasped behind the head!", the Matron commanded.

Whp!--the crop stung Erica's tits again.

“OHH!”

"OBEY!"

Her green eyes wide, Erica clasped her hands together at the back of her neck. The position forced her elbows out wide away from her body--and pushed her big white breasts up and forward towards the Matron.

Marie's leather-gloved hand slowly explored Erica's big tits. "Beautiful...", she murmured: "Such delicate pure-white skin—some red-heads have it…Perfect for the whip!...And those big pink nipples!" She pinched them--hard--and Erica shouted. "Yes…Now spread the legs wide for me!", Marie commanded: "Spread the legs! Display the pussy!"

The red-haired young girl hesitated…

And Marie’s riding crop snapped on Erica's big breasts again: Whp! "OBEY!"

WHP!

And the beautiful red-haired girl obeyed now: she opened her bare white legs wide for the Matron. A leather hand began to probe and fondle her. Slowly. Intimately. Expertly.

And now Erica discovered something: every time she obeyed the Matron, it was becoming easier...It was like letting go. And they’ were right: being kept nude helped.

She felt a sudden huge wave of… Desire.

"You’re wet," commented Matron Marie sternly. "I can feel it! Are you a very passionate girl, then--with big long cums?"

"Y..Yes, Matron," whispered Erica. She blushed red: she'd always been that way!

Marie's leather-gloved hand was busy between Erica's legs. "So wet!...Yes, as usual the Judge has chosen well: you are perfect for the Women's Special Prison!"

Erica was gently riding Marie's fondling and probing leather fingers now, riding them--loving them. She began to make little mewing noises.

Marie smiled: "Yes."

After a while the stern grey-haired woman withdrew her leather glove from between Erica's white legs. The glove was soaked with the girl's juices. Marie put the glove up to her nose, and sniffed. "Good!", she commented--"Very strong..."

Erica's sensitive face blushed red again.

"Now go sit on the bench." The Matron pointed to the wooden bench that ran around the wall of the police van. "Sit with your legs spread wide--and your hands up over your head!"

Nude Erica seated herself down on the rough wooden bench. She obediently opened her legs wide--opened them until her pink pussy-lips spread within her little red fleece of pubic curls. Then she lifted her white arms above her silky red hair, and--Click!--Matron Marie manacled her hands to a steel bar that ran high above the wooden bench.

"Good!", said Marie--"You learn quickly! Now stay like that. I will be back in a moment with another prisoner."

The metal ramp at the van's back door clanged with the Matron's heavy boots. Erica was left alone--and she kept her legs spread wide. It wasn't just fear of the Matron's riding crop that made her do it--though she feared the crop. No: she realized that sitting here nude and bound and with her pussy totally opened felt somehow...right.

There was a clinking and clanking on the ramp. The big black-uniformed woman re-entered the van: she led a new naked girl on a chain-leash. The girl had Venus-dark hair and soulful dark eyes; she was very pretty, though slightly plump. The girl's bare feet were linked together by an iron chain only four inches long: that was the clanking and clinking that Erica'd heard. And there was something else: the lower half of the new girl's face was enclosed in thick black leather like a mask.

The Matron ordered the dark-haired girl to stand in the center of the van; then she manacled the girl's hands high to the van's metal ceiling--so high that the girl's naked toes were almost lifted off the floor. And now Erica noticed yet more: the girl bore a large red "R" on one plump white buttock.

"Is..Is that a tattoo?", Erica whispered.

"No," said the Matron, "it is not a tattoo." She slammed the van's back door. The driver in front started the heavy engine, and the van began to move. It went slowly at first--then faster.

"No," repeated Marie--"Annette here has been branded, Erica--with a white-hot branding iron." Erica gasped--her green eyes widened. "I branded her myself--just four days ago," said the big woman. She smiled: "Do you know what the 'R' stands for?"

Erica silently shook her head.

"It stands for 'Returnee!'", said Marie. "Annette here is a repeat offender: one term in the Women's Special Prison was not enough for her! She continued to disobey her husband: why, she even resisted some of his more unusual sexual demands! These are serious crimes in Roissy! So Annette is being returned to the Prison--for two years this time." Marie flexed her riding crop twice in her powerful hands. "Annette's husband watched me brand her! And then he took her--very violently--from behind, as I watched..." Whp!--Marie's crop struck the girl's plump white bottom: "Didn't he? He fucked your ass!"

"MMMPH!", agreed Annette through her thick black-leather mask.

Marie's leather crop now tapped on Annette's pussy-lips. The lips were dark pink, almost purple--just like Annette's nipples. And they were utterly bare.

"Notice that we have shaved Annette's pussy completely, Erica! Some girls kept naked in the Special Prison are not even allowed the covering of pubic curls--and that is always true for Returnees." The Matron's riding crop slowly caressed Annette's dark-pink lower lips, up and down, up-and-down. Then it suddenly slapped them, hard--Whp! The naked plump girl jumped. "Annette--now say hello to Erica!"

All that came from behind the mask of black leather was a slurping sound.

"Do you know what Annette has to wear in her mouth all the time, Erica?" The big grey-haired woman laughed: "No--you cannot imagine..."

The police van was rumbling through the crowded streets of Roissy.

"Annette has to wear a penis-gag--a huge gag shaped like a man's cock--strapped into her mouth!", said Marie. "You can only see the gag's wide leather base buckled around Annette's face, Erica, but inside, protruding from the base, is a massive shaft of black leather--very long and thick and hard! The shaft is the exact size and exact shape of Annette's husband--because pleasuring him with her mouth is one of her problems.”

The big black woman laughed again. “So Annette has to wear this penis-gag all day every day for the next six months! It is part of her sentence! Yes--Her husband's huge hard cock, strapped tight into her mouth, for the next six months!"

Erica shifted on the rough wooden bench. She licked her lips. She felt her opened pussy going wet again.

Then she wrinkled her nose:

"Annette smells, Matron. I mean--she really smells!" The van was now filled with the naked girl's heavy, gamy body-odor.

Annette's face blushed brick-red. The Matron laughed:

"Of course she smells! That is part of her sentence: she is not allowed to be bathed--not ever! To live always with her heavy body-odor, to have to smell herself all day every day--this will teach her humility! Yes--This will teach her Obedience!" The big black-uniformed woman nodded her head. "This does not happen to every girl sent to the Prison, Erica--no; it is only done in special cases." She laughed again: "Not being bathed is part of your sentence, too, Erica! Didn't you know?"

The red-haired girl gasped, and shifted her naked body on the bench. "Oh, no," she moaned--"Oh, no!..." She was seeing her future, thinking about what it would be like to be always chained and nude and smelly...

Whp!--The Matron's riding crop stung Annette's plump white bottom again. "Annette: Now SUCK the Husband!", she commanded. "SUCK the Husband!" Whpp!

And Annette obeyed. From behind the dark-haired girl's black leather mask came muffled slurping, kissing, sucking sounds. WHP! Marie struck once more--and Annette sucked harder, louder, wetter. Her soulful dark eyes stared straight ahead.

The van turned a sharp corner and headed uphill. Annette, her hands chained so high to the ceiling, almost lost her balance: her big white breasts swung, her bare toes scrabbled across the van's metal floor. But she kept sucking and kissing and slurping.

"We are almost to the Prison," Matron Marie announced. "At the Prison, Annette, you will be turned over to a new overseer. She is waiting for you." Marie smiled her strange smile again: "It is Matron Sudeeda!"

"NNNPH!", cried the naked girl: "NNNPH!" She shook her lovely head: her hands jerked desperately at the chains that held them high. She was squealing and crying.

"Matron Sudeeda is famous in Roissy--the harshest of all the Matrons at the Women's Special Prison," Marie explained to Erica.

Annette's naked white body was suddenly shiny with sweat. Her fear--like her heavy, gamy body-smell--now completely filled the warm metal van.

Whpp!--Matron Marie's riding crop struck the red "R" that marked Annette's plump left buttock. "UHHH!", the girl shouted.

"Get used to it, Annette!", said the Matron. She turned to Erica. "Sudeeda is famous for her constant use of the whip. And also--for her daily applications of Hot Enema Discipline!" Whpp! Marie's crop stung Annette's big white tits. "Isn't that so, Annette?"

The whimpering dark-haired girl nodded her head. There were tears in her eyes.

Chapter II—In the Prison Courtyard

The van now passed through the somber iron gates of the Women's Special Prison. It entered a concrete courtyard overlooked by the grim stone walls of the Prison's cell-blocs. In the steamy-hot courtyard waited a solitary figure clad all in black.

With a squeal of brakes, the van came to a stop. Marie swung open the rear door. She unshackled Erica from her bench; she helped the naked girl down from the van onto the concrete floor of the courtyard. Then she went back inside to get Annette.

Erica now stood before Matron Sudeeda--a tall black woman with a fierce ebony face. Erica trembled: she was so aware of her nude milk-white body now, naked in the hot sun! And she could feel Sudeeda's enormous Power. It didn't just come from her uniform.

WHP! The black Matron's riding crop struck Erica's big white breasts--and the cinnamon-haired girl cried out. "Head down, Inmate--with hands behind your back," she commanded. "Learn the proper position to take before a Matron!"

WHP! Sudeeda struck again.

Erica shouted in pain--and instinctively obeyed. "Y..Yes, Matron Sudeeda," she whispered. WHPP!--"OH!" Her tits were being whipped! WHP-WHPP!

Annette was down from the police van now. She stood in the glaring hot sunlight: her hands were manacled behind her back, her bare feet were still chained together by the heavy four-inch chain. Her dark-pink pussy-lips were totally visible and exposed.

The tall black Matron took Annette's chain-leash from Marie. She jerked sharply on the leash, jerked it sharply down--right to the iron chain linking Annette's bare feet. Annette's dark-haired head and naked milk-white body followed, until she was severely bent-over. Sudeeda jerked down sharply on the leash again, then locked it to the chain between Annette's feet. She stepped back, nodding in approval.

Nude Annette was now standing helplessly bent-over, her head chained down to her knees, her plump white buttocks helplessly high in the air. She was whimpering.

Matron Sudeeda's leather-gloved hand now began slowly to explore Annette's upraised bare bottom. "Splendid...", she murmured. Her black-clad fingers pinched Annette's big red "R"--and the bent-over girl cried out.

"Good...Now for your first lesson in Obedience, Annette!" The black woman's hand went between Annette's plump white buttocks. Her leather fingers found Annette's little anal hole, pried the hole open--and a big finger shoved inside. Deep inside--deeper--all the way in.

Annette shrieked, and stumbled forward across the courtyard.

Erica had a slim hand to her mouth, her green eyes wide. Matron Marie gripped the red-haired girl's arm. "Annette had trouble giving her husband Anal Pleasure, too, Erica--even more than giving him Mouth!", the Matron said. "In the Prison she will be taught to submit. And more: she will be taught to enjoy!" "I am going to widen you, Annette," said black Matron Sudeeda, her leather finger now going in-and-out, now: in-and-out. "Yes-- gradually I will widen your anal opening until it is as wide as your pussy! Until you love doing Anal!" In-and-out, in-and-out...

Annette was crying, helplessly bent-over, shaking her leather-gagged head. Her plump white body was quivering. Sudeeda now had two leather fingers going deeply in-and-out of the girl's littlest hole: In-and-out...in and out...in-and-out...

"And I have many ways to widen you, Annette--many ways to train you! Today I will start you on my Hot Enemas!" One leather-gloved hand now grabbed a mass of Annette's dark hair and pulled the girl's head sharply upwards: Annette gasped. Black Sudeeda pointed with her riding crop: "To the Enema Chamber!", she ordered. Across the courtyard, Erica saw a low windowless building. "I've prepared a very BIG one for your first day back in the Prison, Annette: six whole quarts of bubbling-hot milk!"

"NNNPH!", protested the nude girl. Her chains rattled, she stamped her bare feet. "NNNPH!"

"Did you say, 'No'?," shouted Sudeeda, and--WHP!--her riding crop snapped down on Annette's upraised buttocks. "Never 'No'! That is not a word you are permitted in the Women's Special Prison!" WHPP! "Do you understand?" WHPP!

Matron Sudeeda punished Annette's behind for the next five minutes: WHP-WHP! WHP-WHPP! Erica, horrified, tried to cower behind Matron Marie--but the big stern Matron gripped her arm and forced her to watch: "Learn what the Prison is, Erica!"

WHP-WHP-WHP!...WHP-WHP-WHPP!!

At the end, Annette's upraised white buttocks were simply a mass of fifty vicious-red welts. The dark-haired girl was sobbing.

"Now, Annette--to the Enema Chamber!", commanded Matron Sudeeda. Annette stumbled away, her battered white bottom still held high in the air, her dark-haired head still locked down to her knees. Her closely-linked bare feet could make only little shuffling steps. Sudeeda followed behind her. "Faster!", the tall black Matron ordered: WHP! "Faster!--Hurry to your enema!" WHPP!

The bent-over girl, whimpering, scampered along more quickly. "Good: I'm going to make you hold it in for two full hours!" WHP-WHPP!!

Erica watched wide-eyed as the naked bent-over girl and then the ferocious black woman disappeared into the windowless Enema Chamber.

Annette's going to have a long two years!, she thought.

Matron Marie now gripped Erica's bare arm and took her own naked prisoner up the stone steps leading into the grim main building of the Prison.

Chapter III: In the Prison

The first thing Erica saw in the Prison's huge concrete entrance hall was a nude girl being pulled quickly along on a chain-leash; the black-uniformed Matron tugging on her leash was tall and very severe. The naked girl was small and delicate, with milk-white skin, silky blonde hair, and pale-blue eyes. And she was pregnant--hugely pregnant. Her beautiful white breasts were engorged and stiff with her milk, their pink nipples dark and distended, the size of thumbs; her white belly was swollen outwards almost to bursting.

Erica stared in shock.

Matron Marie signaled the other Matron to stop. She walked over to the enormously-pregnant naked girl. She hefted the girl's bloated bare breasts, then pinched the engorged nipples, hard--and the girl, whimpering, spurted a little milk. "Good, Lucie!", laughed the Matron: "Yes--very good!..." Then Marie's black-gloved hands slowly explored the blonde's hugely-swollen white belly, all over--and then went deep between her legs. Blonde Lucie lowered her beautiful head as she was felt; she blushed deeply.

Lucie's stern Matron now tugged sharply on the chain-leash fastened tight to the naked girl's neck: "Come along!", she ordered. With the black-uniformed woman towing the leashed pregnant girl behind her, the pair went off quickly down a grim concrete corridor.

Erica stared after them. She saw that pregnant Lucie's wobbling white bottom was completely covered with whip-marks--and that one sweet white cheek bore a large branded "R" on it.

"I don't understand...", nude Erica whispered. She brushed her silky red hair away from her sensitive face, and shook her head.

"Having a bun growing big in the oven is a very good discipline!", Matron Marie explained. "Yes--to have to feel a man's seed growing inside you, larger and larger within you every day, transforming your always-naked body, engrossing it more and more: nothing is better for creating a submissive and obedient attitude in a girl! Lucie needed to experience this. She is a Returnee, after all--with a history of serious rebellion."

"But...I mean, how did she get pregnant? I mean...The minimum we are locked up here is a full year..."

"For Returnees, it is two."

"So how...?"

The big black-uniformed woman laughed: "You have not met Warden Victor yet! Such a handsome, powerful man! He is the story in Lucie's case. Why, he used to take her six or seven times a day, every day--so demanding! We could all hear her shouts and cries..." Marie looked down at Erica: "And Warden Victor likes red-heads almost as much as he likes blondes..."

The naked red-haired girl started to tremble. Her green eyes went wide. Marie nodded: Fear was a good Training.

But Erica wasn't really afraid. Her pussy, within its little frame of red pubic curls, was wet again: soaking wet. She was excited! She was imagining herself alone with big insatiable Warden Victor...Imagining what he would do...

And then Marie told her something that did make her afraid.

"Do you know where Lucie is being taken?" The Matron smiled her strange smile. "To the same place as Annette, my dear--and for the same purpose!"

"Y..You don't mean...?" Erica was stunned.

"YES! Just because our Lucie has a bun growing big in her naked belly doesn't mean she gets to miss her daily Enema Training. She is a Returnee--they all get it, every day! But Lucie has come to enjoy her big daily enemas, Erica." The large uniformed woman looked down at her--"As you will come to enjoy yours!"

"My... What? Oh, no!" Erica backed away: the big stiff rubber hose going up her anus, the steamy-hot milk shooting and shooting deep inside of her,--so deep!--then having to hold it in for so long, and then, finally--the expulsion, the explosion..."NO!"

"Not 'No'!", the stern grey-haired Matron shouted--"Never 'No'! That is a word inmates of the Prison are not allowed!" WHP! Marie's riding crop stung Erica's big white breasts, and the girl cried out, holding herself. WHPP!--she fell to the floor. "Learn to OBEY, Erica! That is what you are here in the Prison for!" WHP-WHPP! "I start you on your Enema Training tomorrow!" WHP-WHP-WHPP!

Matron Marie now raised the whimpering naked girl up from the floor. She took firm hold of a slim white arm once more.

Erica was marched quickly down a long concrete corridor. They turned a corner, and in a sun-filled stone alcove Erica saw a nude girl chained spread-eagled standing up. The girl had rich sable-brown hair and flawless white skin--covered with whip-marks. A Matron was holding an enormous buzzing vibrator-dildo right up against the beautiful girl's pussy--which had been shaved totally smooth and bare. The girl swayed in her chains, pushing herself against the vibrator, shouting with pleasure. Her bare lower lips were sopping wet, her beautiful naked body shined with sweat in the alcove's hot sunshine.

"That is Angelique," Matron Marie said to Erica. "Her husband complained that her cums are too slow and too small. We are fixing that."

Erica stared as Angelique's Matron now switched the buzzing vibrator-dildo to a much higher pitch--and then began to shove it quickly in and out between the naked girl's lovely legs.

"YES, Matron--YES!!", shouted Angelique--straining herself forward against her tight chains for the vibrator. She shouted again. And again. And again.

"Come along now!", ordered Marie. The Matron and her naked prisoner now turned another corner, and marched down a long line of steel doors. Each door had a bronze plaque with a girl's name on it: "Lucie"; "Emma”; “Brigitte"; "Angelique"; "Mona-Lisa"...

These were the harsh cells where the nude inmates of the Women's Special Prison were kept.

From behind Mona-Lisa's door came the muffled sounds--WHP-WHPP! "OH!"--of a naked girl being disciplined.

"Ah, yes: Mona-Lisa…", said the Matron--“THIS is a girl you must see!" The Matron came to a stop. She knocked sharply on the steel door, then swung it open.

And there was Mona-Lisa: another lovely but slightly plump girl, with big milk-white breasts and long jet-black hair. She was squatting nude directly over a large wooden bowl, her legs spread wide to either side of it--she looked up at Erica and Matron Marie with haunted dark eyes. Nude Mona-Lisa was a girl not allowed to bathe, and she smelled strongly of her body-odor--in fact, so did her entire cell! Behind the squatting naked girl stood another tall, fierce-looking Matron in a pitch-black uniform. The Matron held a large riding crop.

"Good afternoon, Matron Solange," said Matron Marie; the fierce Matron nodded, and saluted with her riding crop. Marie then put her hands on her wide hips: "You--Mona-Lisa,” she said sternly—“Tell this new prisonerl Erica what you are being made to do!"

The naked, smelly girl, squatting over the wooden bowl, blushed beet-red. She shook her beautiful head. "P..Please...", she whimpered: "I can't! It's too..."

"OBEY!", shouted harsh Matron Solange--and WHPP!--her big leather riding crop fiercely stung Mona-Lisa's plump white bottom.

WHP-WHP-WHPP!!

"OWW!", shouted Mona-Lisa. Then the naked girl looked up at Erica: "I'm...I'm making my p..potty for my Matron," she whimpered. "Th..That's what I'm doing! I have to do it every day...." There were tears in her big dark eyes: "I have to do P..Potty Discipline every day...It is part of my sentence. My h..husband required it of me. I love him!"

Nude Erica shrank back, horrified. "Oh!...", she whispered.

“Don’t worry, Erica—it won’t smell!”, laughed Matron Marie: “Mona Lisa is allowed to eat only marzipan candy. So her plops won’t be offensive to us—just awful for her!”

"This is an old trick of the Ottoman Sultans, SO perverse and humiliating!”, said Matron Solange in satisfaction—“A GOOD lesson in Obedience for prisoners here at the Women’s Special Prison! Now: DO IT, Mona-Lisa!", she commanded, standing over the squatting embarrassed girl and raising her riding crop high. "DO it! And SHOUT for us as you do it!"

WHPP!

“YES, Matron!”, nude Mona-Lisa cried. And she instantly did. And DID. And DID. "UHHH!!", she shouted—“UHHH!!”

Tears ran down her beautiful face.

“UHHH!!”

When Mona-Lisa was finished--finally finished--Matron Solange laughed: "That was very good!" A leather-gloved hand patted the top of Mona-Lisa's long jet-black hair. "Yes. And what are you supposed to say now?", she asked.

"Th..Thank you, Matron," the naked girl whispered in a tiny voice. "Th..Thank you for letting me make my p..potty for you..."

Her head was down, her face red—red with effort, with embarrassment, with shame.

Matron Solange laughed again.

Marie now gripped Erica's bare white arm and led her from Mona-Lisa's steamy cell. The uniformed older woman and the naked red-haired girl continued down the concrete corridor. Behind them, Mona-Lisa's steel door clanged shut. WHP-WHP!--"OHH!..."

Erica shuddered. Her slim bare feet padded along the hard concrete floor. This place--this place!--was going to be her home for a full year!

Chapter IV. In the Cell

At last, at the end of the concrete corridor, they came to a final steel door. It was a door with Erica’s name on it.

Matron Marie swung the heavy steel door open with a creak: "Inside!", she commanded.

Erica stepped meekly through the doorway--and gasped. The stone cell was tiny, oblong, very warm. Hot sunlight came through an iron-barred window high up on one wall. But it was the other wall that riveted Erica's attention.

The wall held a vast array of punishment-equipment: whips and crops and big leather paddles; two ball-gags of thick red rubber, with complex head harnesses; three black-leather penis-gags, each with a huge menacing shaft and enormous bulbous tip; two oddly-shaped leather butt-plugs, one small and one big; a heavy blindfold of black leather; a fearsome red-rubber discipline helmet, meant to enclose the entire head...

Below the vast array of punishment-equipment was a surprisingly large and luxurious bed on the floor, with sheets of black satin.

But the bed was festooned everywhere with thick leather straps.

The red-haired girl stared at her future, a life enclosed in this cell, here in this Prison: always naked, always unbathed and smelly, always tightly-bound with leather straps or chains, constantly punished, whipped, cropped, spanked, gagged...and the daily enemas!

She licked her lips.

"Prisoner Erica: now get onto the bed!", commanded Marie.

WHP!--her riding crop stung the girl's young white buttocks.

"Y..Yes, Matron!" Erica obeyed: she went quickly over to the bed and laid herself down on the luxurious black-satin sheets. Marie now towered over her--with riding crop in hand. And looking up at the Matron, Erica instinctively opened her naked white legs wide. And she felt her pussy going wet again: sopping wet, like a river...

"YES," said Marie, smiling her strange smile--"the bed. This is the other part of the Prison, my dear; and I think you knew it all along. Not Punishment--Pleasure!" The Matron's riding crop was caressing now up and down between Erica's legs. The girl whimpered--and opened her naked white legs wider still. She was thinking of Angelique, tightly chained and shouting her orgasms...

The Matron's dark eyes flashed, and she ran a hand through her iron-grey hair.

And then she began to take off her uniform.

"Yes, Matron--H..Hurry!", cried Erica: "Hurry!" She licked her lips again. A delicate hand strayed down over her big white breasts and across her white belly, then between her spread-wide legs: she began to play with herself--pinching and squeezing her aching little clit. "Oh, hurry--please!"

"So passionate you are," murmured Marie. "Yes--you're going to love the Prison so much!" Nude now, the Matron slid to her knees and buried her head between Erica's milk-white thighs--and the red-haired girl cried out:

"I already DO love it, Matron!" Erica thought of severely-punished plump Annette, and enormously-pregnant nude Lucie, and again of the girl Angelique shamelessly shouting her orgasms in the alcove, and then—then--of nude and smelly and totally-obedient Mona-Lisa, squatting and blushing over her wooden bowl as she..."OH, Matron--I already DO!"

And then Matron Marie's expert tongue went to work.