Introduction

 

The girl looked around the grimy cell from the cot she was lying upon, a small cinderblock square without any windows. The only one other prominent feature was a solid steel door. It had a slot at the bottom where her food and water were slid into the cell. She had no idea how long she had been here. She was wearing a sack-like dress because all of her belongings, including her watch, were taken from her when she was arrested. She had stolen some food because she was hungry, but only after having lost her job and being evicted from her apartment.

The day it happened she knew she was in deep trouble. The new government just enacted strict laws that made petty crimes far easier to prosecute, and very harshly at that. She was herded into what was basically a kangaroo court, convicted, and then sentenced to a decade 'in service to the state.' What that meant was simple, whatever limited rights she had were voided, and she was at the mercy of those who convicted her of what amounted to a trivial crime.

Her name was Joanna, but everyone called her Jo, except now they just called her prisoner 753951. She was afraid that, because she was young and attractive, she might be placed into indentured servitude by the state. It was one way they kept the burgeoning prison population from getting too far out of hand. Girls like her were often taken by wealthy families that would use them for unpaid domestic positions, but from what Jo heard, they expected much more from them.

She was just twenty-two with quite a shapely body, coupled with the fact that she had beautiful facial features. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were what caught people's attention, but her five-foot-eight-inch, 125 pound body, with a 38C-24-34 figure, completed the picture. She always liked the attention her good looks got her, at least until now. Now she wished that she was just a pudgy plain Jane instead of an attractive young woman.

When she was processed, right after her quick conviction, they took numerous humiliating pictures of her in the buff. She was told they were for potential buyers of her obligation to the state, so they could assess what they were bidding for, which made her feel like a piece of livestock. Her current attire, a simple dress made of flimsy cotton without even the decency of underwear beneath it, exacerbated her feelings of anxiety. There was a hole in the floor in the corner of her cell, where she peed and pooped. She almost hoped that whoever took over her sentence lived in a nicer place.

The longer she remained in the dank cell, the more she became resigned to her fate and began considering how to deal with it. She slept as much as she could, it was better than looking around the bleak room. She thought that almost a week had passed, but it was really just a couple of days before those in control found her a new home, at least for the next decade or so.

She was asleep when a strange noise awoke her, the sound of the lock on the door and the creak of the hinges when it was opened. She had to shield her eyes from the brightly lit hallway, the lamp in her room was much dimmer, giving it an even eerier feeling. She propped herself up on one elbow, and used her other hand to shield the light, as she tried to see who was the shadowed figure at her door. She felt a chill go down her spine, as she waited to hear why he was here.

"Prisoner 753951! Get up, turn around, and cross your wrists behind your back!"

Jo did as she was told, hoping they had found a place to put her, and she also hoped that she could handle it. She meekly walked from her cell with the guard's hand gripping her upper arm, as she was led to a fate as unbelievable as the way she was railroaded into it in the first place.

 

 

Chapter 1: Taken For A Ride

 

Jo was led to a shower room, her meager dress was removed, and she was ordered to bathe. She did what they wanted without hesitation, mostly because she reeked after being in the cell so long without a bath or shower. When she was done she was handed a towel, dried herself off, and then, much to her relief, she was given something more substantial to wear. It was just a blue jump suit with a zipper down the front, but they also gave her panties and slip on shoes, which was a big step up from the sack she had been wearing. She wished she could have had a bra too, but at least the coveralls were loose enough that her ample bosom was not on full display.

From the shower room she was led to another rather plain room. Before they moved her they cuffed her again, both her wrists and ankles, but this time with her arms in front of her body. The two sets of manacles were connected to each other by a chain that left her unable to raise her hands above her waist and required that she walk in short steps. The guards escorted her through several hallways and up a flight of stairs before they arrived at this room. It was as bare as her cell, having just a single wooden chair in it, rather than a cot.

"Prisoner 951753, sit on that chair," one of the guards said. Once Jo was seated, he added, "Mr. and Mrs. Dearborn have purchased your sentence and they will be here shortly to collect you. I must warn you that you answer to them now. If they decide that you do not show them enough respect, or don't perform to their standards, a simple phone call can send you to a work camp. I would suggest avoiding that outcome. Good luck 951753," the guard said.

Then they left Jo alone, locking her in the nearly empty room. Jo was hoping that these Dearborn people would at least be decent to her, but she did not have anything to suggest they would. People who bought convicts were not likely to be all that genteel towards them, and she pretty much assumed she was going to have a rough time of it. In her current situation, expecting the worst, and wishing that it would not be totally awful. It was all she had to cling to for hope.

Her wait was rather brief, and when the door opened again, three people entered the cell. One was a prison official, evidenced by his uniform. The other two, a man and a woman, were an elegantly dressed couple that looked at Jo intently. The official was looking through a file folder, and in a few moments he closed it and looked at Jo.

"This is Mr. and Mrs. Dearborn prisoner 951753. They will be assuming responsibility for your sentence once they personally inspect and approve of you. Now stand up and remove all your clothes," the official said, quite sternly.

"Yes sir," Jo answered, as she stood up to do what she was told. He removed her cuffs and chains before stepping back to watch her strip.

As she slipped off her shoes and unzipped her coveralls, Jo felt extremely embarrassed, but reality dictated that she had to obey his command. The fear of being sent to a labor camp was the prime motivator in her decision, far outweighing the overall humiliation she felt. Jo shrugged off the shoulders of the suit and pushed it down to her ankles before stepping out of it. Then she looked at the official, who pointed to her panties to emphasize he really meant all of her clothes. Once she stepped out of her panties, the couple nodded approvingly.

The woman spoke first, saying, "She is lovely Miles, I think she will be perfect for Rodney and Ava."

"I agree Cecily, look at those tits," Miles replied. Then he stepped up to Jo and started kneading her plentiful mounds, before he said, "And as her file states, these are all natural."

Jo felt so feeble and helpless, just standing there while a stranger groped her bosom. But though she wanted to recoil, the vision of living in a work camp held her as still as she could muster while he was mauling her body. His breast inspection ended quickly, but one of his hands moved down over her belly, through her blonde pubic bush, and toward her sex. She gasped when she felt his finger brush over her clit, and again when it probed the moist opening to her vagina. It was over in less than a minute, but when he sniffed the fingers he just used to probe her loins, Jo felt a shudder of fear and disgust ripple through her body. In that moment she realized that her time with these people was going to be trying, to say the least.

"Where do we sign sir? We would like to prepare her and be on our way as soon as we can," Miles said to the official.

Handing over the folder and a pen, the official said, "Just sign where it is highlighted on the top page. Do you need any assistance preparing her to travel?"

After signing the paper and handing it back to the official, Miles replied, "No thank you. Could you leave us alone now? We will have her ready to go shortly."

"Yes Sir, the door will be unlocked and a guard will be waiting to escort you out when you are done," the official said, just before he left the room.

Once he was gone, Miles placed the large gym bag that he was carrying on the chair that Jo had been sitting upon when they arrived. Then Cecily said, "We have brought some travelling clothes for you girl, are you going to cooperate with us while we dress you?"

"Yes ma'am," Jo replied, desperate to cover her nudity.

"You will call me Mistress, and my husband Master. Is that clear girl?"

"Yes Mistress," Jo replied, suddenly feeling nervous from the tenor of her voice. She got a strong impression that her new Mistress was a very strict and demanding woman.

When she took a pair of very tiny looking latex panties from Miles and then handed them to Jo, the girl looked at them and wondered how she would get into them. But she stepped into them anyway. She found that they were incredibly elastic, but it was still a struggle to pull them all the way up her legs, especially when she reached her thighs. But then the woman stopped her, as she reached between Jo's thighs and slipped a small egg shaped device into her moistened sex. It had a little 'tail' that, once the egg was inside her, snaked upward between her sex lips. While the woman held the end of the tail, she told Jo to pull the panties up the rest of the way. After a lot of stretching, and then some smoothing by the woman, they molded to her crotch with a tight grip that firmly kept the egg nestled inside her sex.

The next part of her outfit was an odd looking cupless latex bra, which required the couple to work her breasts through openings that were far too small for her large tits. Once the bra was strapped onto her, Jo was shocked how it made her breasts bulge outward unnaturally. They looked like a pair of ripe melons jutting out from her chest. It had shoulder straps like most bras, but they were so tight that they pulled the bra up, and her boobs along with it.

Jo was in an anxious state of mind, as it was dawning on her just how kinky these people were. Suddenly, the reality of being sexually used, and kinkily at that, was obvious. The abnormal outfit they were dressing her in was causing her unease to keep escalating. The next part of her attire was a full body suit, which was also made out of thin black rubber. They had her sit on the chair while they each grabbed a foot and slipped the legs of the garment onto them. The legs of the suit were supple enough to mold to her body like a second skin. When they reached the tops of her thighs, they made her stand and they began pulling the bodice up over her torso.

Jo felt like some sort of mannequin, too afraid to do anything other than let them turn her into a latex doll. The feeling of the tight rubber, as it slowly encased her body, gave her a strange, and oddly stimulating sensation. It molded so tightly to her buttocks that both sides were clearly defined, but when they reached her chest, what it did to her bloated breasts was unreal. There appeared to be an oval section of thinner, even more elastic, material that covered each of her breasts. They were able to mold it around her constricted tits to make them stick out rather lewdly. The arms were another chore for Jo, and the fact that her hands ended up inside thumbless mittens, added to her sense of how they intended to totally deny her any freedom.

Once the suit was on her, and the long zipper from her rump to neck was pulled all the way up her back, Jo was in a kind of trance. Her body was getting hot and slick from perspiration, but the tightness of the suit also had a reassuring feeling, almost like it was hugging her, everywhere. She could feel the strange egg inside her sex and even the part that was now pressed firmly between her labia, and it made her pussy feel kind of tingly. Jo hardly noticed when the woman tied her shoulder length blonde hair into a ponytail behind her head.

She came out of her daydream when they began fitting the hood onto her head. They warned her to remain calm until they were done. It was not easy when she saw the interior of it, which had a weird looking plastic mask built into it. There was a wedge that went between her lips and behind her teeth, and a pair of tubes they slipped into her nostrils, all before it was pressed against her face. It was almost like it was designed to conform to her face with the pads over her eyes pressing against the lids to insure she kept them closed. As they pulled it together behind her head, Jo also felt pads pressing against her ears. As the hood was zipped closed, Jo felt the world disappear, as most of her senses were abruptly denied to her.

"Can you hear me girl?" came Cecily's voice through her ear pads, and Jo nodded, having no other way to communicate.

"That is good, now we need to put on your shoes, lift your right foot," she said after Jo had nodded.

Jo did as she was told, feeling a hand grab the back of her ankle and a shoe was slipped over her latex clad feet. It kept her foot arched and, once she placed it back on the floor, she realized it had an extremely high heel. She felt hands on her shoulders steadying her when Cecily ordered her to raise her other foot. Once both shoes were on, and her feet were back on the floor, Jo wobbled on the stiletto heels. The hands steadying her moved to her upper arms, pulling them backward, as she felt a bar slid between them and her back, just below her shoulder blades. Her elbows were hooked around it and pulled forward, squeezing it between them and her back.

Jo had not noticed the ring built into the wrists and ankles of the suit, at least until the ones on her arms were pulled together and linked to each other in front of her belly. This caused her to arch her back, pushing her rubber clad tits outward. A hobble chain linked her ankle rings to each other and a leash was clipped between her cuffed wrists. When they were done, Jo was still trying to cope with her lack of sight, speech, and hearing, but a new command suddenly rang in her ears.

"We are ready to go girl. I will guide you with the leash," Cecily said, as she tugged gently on it to demonstrate what she meant. "You must take short steps because there is a chain connecting your ankles. Your Master will be right behind you to make sure you don't trip and fall," she said, and Jo felt Miles' hands gently grip her shoulders.

Jo was cut off after Cecily finished giving her instructions, and merely walked the way the leash led her, turning when the hands on her shoulders steered her. Walking in such high heels and with the hobble restricting her strides, would have been challenging if she could see where she was going, but inside her stifling isolation helmet it was nerve wracking. Thankfully the journey was not too far, and at least there were no steps, at least until they came to a stop.

"You will lift your right foot as high as you can and move it forward, there is a step in front of it," Cecily's voice said, breaking into her dark world again.

Jo tentatively lifted her foot until the chain tightened, and then she eased it forward, finding the step with her toes and putting her weight on it. She instinctually lifted her other foot and placed it onto the step next to the first. She was relieved that she pulled it off, although the hands on her shoulders did keep her steady while she did it. Another command from Cecily had her repeat her actions for another step, and then two more, before they turned her to the left and marched her forward again.

After a few dozen steps, all of them an awkward challenge for the latex encased girl, they came to a stop. The hands on Jo's shoulders spun her around and another hand tilted her head forward, as she was pushed onto a cushioned seat. The hands moved to her legs and lifted them up before twisting her body, as Jo realized she was being put inside a vehicle of some sort. Four hands grabbed her from opposite sides and slid her to the middle of the seat before strapping a seat belt across her lap.

"We have a bit of a long ride home and we want you to feel relaxed. Now, tell me, can you feel this?" Cecily asked, as she activated the remote controlled egg inside Jo's quim.