Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Or afterwards, deep inside, long for a next time naked on a cross in the park...
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Women In Prison
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if that's the way the law's administered,Or afterwards, deep inside, long for a next time naked on a cross in the park...
I don't think she'll have to wait long for another chance!
malins
Stumbling Seeker
That's a perfect "reductio ad absurdum" of the totalitarianism of political correctness we are developing.
KvK
Tribune
This inspires another story.
Thanks to legislators and municipal councilors's propensity for locking up practically anyone for anything, the prisons, even the privately-run ones, were overcrowded. Judges, prosecutors and public defenders were overworked. When jail terms were imposed for things like unpaid parking tickets, overdue library books, truancy of women's school-aged children and inability to pay off government-funded student loans, the judicial and prosecutorial system realized they had a major problem on their hands. Women who otherwise would never have been imprisoned would now be jailed with hardcore criminals, with the risk that they would pick up the habits and dispositions of hardcore criminals and bring that with them once they were released. Another option was desperately needed.
One was found.
A group of a hundred women had been convicted and were facing mandatory jail time for the aforementioned previously unjaliable offenses. They all appeared before one sentencing judge, all simultaneously one day. They were all between the ages of 18 and 50. They were all hot and facially beautiful, with a wide range of body types between them.
The judge said "Look, I don't like having to jail you all, but the legislators and councilors have tied my hands. However, I do have an option. I can send you to regular jail, where you will most likely become some alpha prisoners' bitches and get shanked. Or I can send you to an experimental alternative, where you will be studied by sociology doctoral candidates who are writing theses on the sociology of female relationships.
"The stipulations are that a) you must choose now, and b) you may never speak of your experience after you are released."
All 100 women opt for the experimental alternative.
They are immediately put on buses and blindfolded for security reasons. The bus drives on and on on and on and on, making turn after turn after turn after turn, for what seems like a full day to the 100 women.
When the buses stopped, the women's blindfolds were removed. When their eyes adjusted, they saw that it was in the middle of the night and that they were on the inside of a stone-walled compound.
But the women did not have time to fully adjust. They were hustled off the buses and into the huge stone building, descending stairs.
Each woman was told to strip, and she did. She was then given a humiliating cavity search, comforted and given a rubber band to tie her hair behind her head, revealing her beautiful face for all present to see. Then she was blindfolded, her hands manacled behind her back and marched to another room, whose expanse had a draft that felt cold on her naked flesh, amplifying the chilliness she felt from the cold of the stone floor radiating up through the soles of her bare feet.
As soon as all 100 women were in this great expanse of a room, their blindfolds were removed. They saw a woman in a lab coat standing in a dais in front of them.
"Welcome!" the lab-coated woman declared. "You have chosen alternative punishment. There will be no inmate-on-inmate rapes, or any other kind of rapes, here. There will be no shanking here.
"Instead, you will each be given a cell to share with another inmate.
"Here, we work on a points system towards release. We will have you all released within two weeks at the outset. Here is how the points system works.
"If you do the minimum--sleep, get up, shower, eat, wash the floors, all while naked and being filmed--each day, you will accumulate one point per day, which will give you the fourteen points you need to get out of here in two weeks.
"If you agree to be blindfolded and restrained--not painfully but not comfortably either--for all the time hat you are not eating, showering or cleaning the floors--you will gain two points for every day in which you agree to be so blindfolded and restrained
"If you agree to sleep blindfolded and bound spreadeagled on your cots, you will gain two points for every day you agree to do this
"If you agree to, instead of sleeping in a bed, spend your nights blindfolded and locked neck, wrists and ankles in a pillory, or blindfolfed and wrists, forearms, ankles and ankles bound to the arms and legs of a chair without a seat, you will get two points for every day you agree to do this
"If you agree to, instead of sleeping in a bed, spend your nights hanging suspended from the ceiling by your wrists and/or ankles, you will get three points for every day you agree to do this
"If you agree to spend all day riding the wooden pony, you will get four points for every day you agree to do this
"If you agree to spend all day riding the wooden pony or being in a cage, both blindfolded, while bursts of cold water randomly and sporadically hit your exposed flesh, you will get four points for every day you agree to do this
"If two or more of you agree to have hot lesbian sex, you will each get two points for each day you agree to do this
"If two or more of you agree to have hot lesbian sex including analingus and penetrating each particpant's anus with fingers and toes, you will each get three points for every day you agree to do this
"If two or more of agree to have hot lesbian sex including analingus and whole fists and feet penetrating each participant's vagina and anus, you will each get four points for every day you agree to do this
"If two or more of you agree to have hot lesbian sex at night instead of sleeping and then spending the whole following day being bound wrist and ankle to a Saint Andrew's Cross, each participant will get six points
"If two or more of you agree to have hot lesbian sex at night instead of sleeping and then agree to be tickle-tortured for an indeterminate period of time while blindfolded and then spending twelve hours bound wrist and ankle on a Saint Andrew's Cross, each participant will get seven points
"If you agree to spend forty-eight hours bound to a Saint Andrew's Cross, you will get ten points upon successful completion."
All 100 women were released before two weeks had passed.
Thanks to legislators and municipal councilors's propensity for locking up practically anyone for anything, the prisons, even the privately-run ones, were overcrowded. Judges, prosecutors and public defenders were overworked. When jail terms were imposed for things like unpaid parking tickets, overdue library books, truancy of women's school-aged children and inability to pay off government-funded student loans, the judicial and prosecutorial system realized they had a major problem on their hands. Women who otherwise would never have been imprisoned would now be jailed with hardcore criminals, with the risk that they would pick up the habits and dispositions of hardcore criminals and bring that with them once they were released. Another option was desperately needed.
One was found.
A group of a hundred women had been convicted and were facing mandatory jail time for the aforementioned previously unjaliable offenses. They all appeared before one sentencing judge, all simultaneously one day. They were all between the ages of 18 and 50. They were all hot and facially beautiful, with a wide range of body types between them.
The judge said "Look, I don't like having to jail you all, but the legislators and councilors have tied my hands. However, I do have an option. I can send you to regular jail, where you will most likely become some alpha prisoners' bitches and get shanked. Or I can send you to an experimental alternative, where you will be studied by sociology doctoral candidates who are writing theses on the sociology of female relationships.
"The stipulations are that a) you must choose now, and b) you may never speak of your experience after you are released."
All 100 women opt for the experimental alternative.
They are immediately put on buses and blindfolded for security reasons. The bus drives on and on on and on and on, making turn after turn after turn after turn, for what seems like a full day to the 100 women.
When the buses stopped, the women's blindfolds were removed. When their eyes adjusted, they saw that it was in the middle of the night and that they were on the inside of a stone-walled compound.
But the women did not have time to fully adjust. They were hustled off the buses and into the huge stone building, descending stairs.
Each woman was told to strip, and she did. She was then given a humiliating cavity search, comforted and given a rubber band to tie her hair behind her head, revealing her beautiful face for all present to see. Then she was blindfolded, her hands manacled behind her back and marched to another room, whose expanse had a draft that felt cold on her naked flesh, amplifying the chilliness she felt from the cold of the stone floor radiating up through the soles of her bare feet.
As soon as all 100 women were in this great expanse of a room, their blindfolds were removed. They saw a woman in a lab coat standing in a dais in front of them.
"Welcome!" the lab-coated woman declared. "You have chosen alternative punishment. There will be no inmate-on-inmate rapes, or any other kind of rapes, here. There will be no shanking here.
"Instead, you will each be given a cell to share with another inmate.
"Here, we work on a points system towards release. We will have you all released within two weeks at the outset. Here is how the points system works.
"If you do the minimum--sleep, get up, shower, eat, wash the floors, all while naked and being filmed--each day, you will accumulate one point per day, which will give you the fourteen points you need to get out of here in two weeks.
"If you agree to be blindfolded and restrained--not painfully but not comfortably either--for all the time hat you are not eating, showering or cleaning the floors--you will gain two points for every day in which you agree to be so blindfolded and restrained
"If you agree to sleep blindfolded and bound spreadeagled on your cots, you will gain two points for every day you agree to do this
"If you agree to, instead of sleeping in a bed, spend your nights blindfolded and locked neck, wrists and ankles in a pillory, or blindfolfed and wrists, forearms, ankles and ankles bound to the arms and legs of a chair without a seat, you will get two points for every day you agree to do this
"If you agree to, instead of sleeping in a bed, spend your nights hanging suspended from the ceiling by your wrists and/or ankles, you will get three points for every day you agree to do this
"If you agree to spend all day riding the wooden pony, you will get four points for every day you agree to do this
"If you agree to spend all day riding the wooden pony or being in a cage, both blindfolded, while bursts of cold water randomly and sporadically hit your exposed flesh, you will get four points for every day you agree to do this
"If two or more of you agree to have hot lesbian sex, you will each get two points for each day you agree to do this
"If two or more of you agree to have hot lesbian sex including analingus and penetrating each particpant's anus with fingers and toes, you will each get three points for every day you agree to do this
"If two or more of agree to have hot lesbian sex including analingus and whole fists and feet penetrating each participant's vagina and anus, you will each get four points for every day you agree to do this
"If two or more of you agree to have hot lesbian sex at night instead of sleeping and then spending the whole following day being bound wrist and ankle to a Saint Andrew's Cross, each participant will get six points
"If two or more of you agree to have hot lesbian sex at night instead of sleeping and then agree to be tickle-tortured for an indeterminate period of time while blindfolded and then spending twelve hours bound wrist and ankle on a Saint Andrew's Cross, each participant will get seven points
"If you agree to spend forty-eight hours bound to a Saint Andrew's Cross, you will get ten points upon successful completion."
All 100 women were released before two weeks had passed.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
KvK
Tribune
No. The orgasms they had during their experimental alternative punishment were the best they ever had, so they kept that beautiful secret all to themselves for use as imagery when their significant others were not up to the task performance wise, or when the batteries crapped out at just the wrong moment.
bakerboy
Senator
KvK
Tribune
Another Women In Prison story--kinda.
There was a hot, forty-something blonde survivalist activist named Crystal. She had been blasting the Federal government verbally for years. She had been a county clerk who was jailed for refusing to give marriage licenses to gay people. She was released on bail...then went on a shooting rampage at what she viewed as "decadent influences."
Finally, the Feds found her and cornered her in an abandoned farmhouse. She took several agents down before she succumbed to her wounds. But she did not die. She went into a coma and was kept alive at government expense in secret. The government said she was dead to avoid her fellow loonies busting her out.
She came out of her coma many months later...after an election had brought in a new government, one sympathetic to her views. She found herself manacled tightly calve and forearm to an upright-tilted bed. She was naked. Across from her, across thick plexiglass, sat a raven-haired Latina in business attire.
"Wha...what..."
"You have been in a coma for many months. You sustained so many injuries in your shootout that we had to reconstruct 90% of your body. In doing so, we gave you some enhancements that make you super-human."
"Wha--who is 'we'? Who are you?"
"My name is Oscaria. I work for the Sensitive Operations Directorate of the government. SOD was impressed by the way you handled yourself on your rampage. You showed skill. As part of your pardon for that rampage, you will be working covertly for us. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you are dead."
"I--WON'T work for a degenerate government!"
"You have been in a coma for many months. There have been elections. A new Administration is now in place. It sympathizes with your views. You would be hunting down yours and the Administration's mutual enemies."
Crystal pondered this for many moments.
"What...'enhancements'...have you done to me?"
"You now have the strength of an olympic powerlifter, the speed of an olympic sprinter, the grip of a vice, the eyesight of an eagle, the hearing of a powerful parabolic microphone and the sense of smell of a wolfhound."
"How...how is that all possible?"
"Bionics."
"So, I am a real-life Bionic Woman?"
"Almost..."
"What do you mean almost?"
"The Administration sympathizes with you. That does not mean it can overlook your crimes. You will be punished concurrently with your work for us."
"Punished...how?"
"The way your Bionics work, you have to generate energy for them every week at resting mode, sooner when it active mode
"The only way for you to generate energy for your bionics, the only way you can continue to live, is to simultaneously engage in tribadism and cunnilingus once a week while in resting mode. If you have one woman sucking each nipple and one woman sticking her finger up your ass at the same time, it will give you added energy. If you have one woman fisting you up the ass, it will give you triple the energy."
"YOU BITCH!" growled Crystal as she broke through her manacles. She then broke through the plexiglass...and collapsed depleted before Oscaria.
"We thought that might be your reaction...so we gave you only a minimum amount of juice beforehand." declared Oscaria as she began to strip. "On the bright side, we also gave you gaydar, so it will not be difficult for you to find local energy sources wherever you are.
"You asked earlier if you were a real-life Bionic Woman. Close. You are a real-life Lesbionic woman!"
There was a hot, forty-something blonde survivalist activist named Crystal. She had been blasting the Federal government verbally for years. She had been a county clerk who was jailed for refusing to give marriage licenses to gay people. She was released on bail...then went on a shooting rampage at what she viewed as "decadent influences."
Finally, the Feds found her and cornered her in an abandoned farmhouse. She took several agents down before she succumbed to her wounds. But she did not die. She went into a coma and was kept alive at government expense in secret. The government said she was dead to avoid her fellow loonies busting her out.
She came out of her coma many months later...after an election had brought in a new government, one sympathetic to her views. She found herself manacled tightly calve and forearm to an upright-tilted bed. She was naked. Across from her, across thick plexiglass, sat a raven-haired Latina in business attire.
"Wha...what..."
"You have been in a coma for many months. You sustained so many injuries in your shootout that we had to reconstruct 90% of your body. In doing so, we gave you some enhancements that make you super-human."
"Wha--who is 'we'? Who are you?"
"My name is Oscaria. I work for the Sensitive Operations Directorate of the government. SOD was impressed by the way you handled yourself on your rampage. You showed skill. As part of your pardon for that rampage, you will be working covertly for us. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you are dead."
"I--WON'T work for a degenerate government!"
"You have been in a coma for many months. There have been elections. A new Administration is now in place. It sympathizes with your views. You would be hunting down yours and the Administration's mutual enemies."
Crystal pondered this for many moments.
"What...'enhancements'...have you done to me?"
"You now have the strength of an olympic powerlifter, the speed of an olympic sprinter, the grip of a vice, the eyesight of an eagle, the hearing of a powerful parabolic microphone and the sense of smell of a wolfhound."
"How...how is that all possible?"
"Bionics."
"So, I am a real-life Bionic Woman?"
"Almost..."
"What do you mean almost?"
"The Administration sympathizes with you. That does not mean it can overlook your crimes. You will be punished concurrently with your work for us."
"Punished...how?"
"The way your Bionics work, you have to generate energy for them every week at resting mode, sooner when it active mode
"The only way for you to generate energy for your bionics, the only way you can continue to live, is to simultaneously engage in tribadism and cunnilingus once a week while in resting mode. If you have one woman sucking each nipple and one woman sticking her finger up your ass at the same time, it will give you added energy. If you have one woman fisting you up the ass, it will give you triple the energy."
"YOU BITCH!" growled Crystal as she broke through her manacles. She then broke through the plexiglass...and collapsed depleted before Oscaria.
"We thought that might be your reaction...so we gave you only a minimum amount of juice beforehand." declared Oscaria as she began to strip. "On the bright side, we also gave you gaydar, so it will not be difficult for you to find local energy sources wherever you are.
"You asked earlier if you were a real-life Bionic Woman. Close. You are a real-life Lesbionic woman!"
doesn't look so bad ... they are provided with cushionsone more then:
It's so clean, must be Repertor's doing,
see the latest episode in 'Sir Rupert and the lost cross'
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/thread...t-and-the-lost-cross.4888/page-10#post-211696
see the latest episode in 'Sir Rupert and the lost cross'
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/thread...t-and-the-lost-cross.4888/page-10#post-211696
bakerboy
Senator
doesn't look so bad ... they are provided with cushions
It is an expensive merchandise ..... would you throw your Birkin bag just on any floor?
bakerboy
Senator
It is an expensive merchandise ..... would you throw your Birkin bag just on any floor?
bakerboy
Senator
KvK
Tribune
Here is another twist on the Women In Prison scenario.
The federal government was alarmed that, per capita, America imprisoned the most people in the world. They came up with a solution. It was called the Federal Non-Violent Offender Program. Any hot woman between the ages of 18 and 60 who had been convicted and sentenced to prison--in either State or Federal Court-- for any length of term for a non-violent offense (mostly drug possession) could be eligible. Once a woman had been convicted and sentenced, the judge, the DA/US Attorney and local police/sheriff lost all control over her fate, and the Federal Bureau of Prisons stepped in and made the woman an offer.
The offer went like this. "Look...you have been sentenced to serve time. Problem is, all our prisons--state as well as federal--are overcrowded. Even if you only have a year or even less than a year to serve, you will be going to a place where prisoners vastly outnumber the guards. Some of the women there are lifers with nothing to lose. You know what lifers with nothing to lose like to do to pretty women like you...
"The good news is that you meet the Federal Non-Violent Offender Program criteria, so we can offer you an alternative. You will be under far more rigorous discipline than a regular prison and you will have to obey the guards' every commands. But we can guarantee that you will never by physically raped by the guards or by prison lifers."
Many sentenced women wanted to know more, but the Bureau of Prisons officials who made them the offer told them it was a take it-or-leave it on the above information alone. 99% of the sentenced women took it.
The convicted woman was then transported with several other convicted woman to the Program's facilities in the dead of night. The woman was made to strip and undergo a cavity search upon arrival. Then, strong hands grabbing both her arms, she was put in a chamber and told to stand straight and stay still. The chamber door was closed and the woman's anxiety went through the roof as several beams of light scanned every inch of her exposed flesh.
None of the women had any tattoos, as women with tattoos had been screened out of the program even before the Bureau of Prisons officials approached the individual convicted woman.
After being scanned, the woman had her wrists handcuffed behind her and was hooded. Still completely naked, she was marched away. She heard doors being opened and closed as she walked. Then the strong hands propelling her came to a stop, and she felt something tighten around the flesh of her neck, under the hood. Then the hood and handcuffs were removed.
The woman saw another naked woman, neck also chained to the wall, in the cell with her. In the middle of the cell was a hole and a roll of toilet paper. To the sides of both women was a bowl of gruel. Most women just sat and ate, the first food they had had in hours.
The clanging open of the door awoke the women the next morning. Four guards entered the cells, telling each woman to stand up. After the women stood up, their collar bindings were undone, their wrists were cuffed behind their backs and hoods placed on their heads. Then, they were led away.
Many steps and an eternity later, the hoods came off. The women were taken aback as they saw lights, a boom mike--and a video camera before them, all pointing to a dingy mattress on the floor.
"Here, put these on."
The guards proffered masks to the women. With varying degrees of speed, the women took the masks, which were Zorro-type masks that were wrapped around their eyes, with holes cut out so they could see, and donned them.
"Good! Now, kiss and fondle each other!"
Few women complied instantaneously. When told that the alternative was being sent to "real prison with real butch dykes," they tearfully complied.
The guards went easy on the women that first day, limiting the filmed activities to g/g kissing and breast and buttocks fondling.
On the second day, the guards made them fondle each other's pussies as well.
On the third day, the guards addressed both women by their first names, told them they were doing "really well so far," and asked if either was up to a little cunnilingus. Usually, at least one woman was. The performances of that first cunnilingus ranged from tepid to hot.
But, on the fourth day, the cunnilingus was almost invariably hot.
By the fifth day, both women had performed cunnilingus on the other. The guards, again addressing them by their first names, again told both women they were doing "real well," and asked if either one of them lflet like taking a finger, or two, or three or four up her ass. One woman invariably was willing, and, by this time, tthe vast majority of the sentenced women's initial revulsion at the forced lesbianism had turned into arousal. Indeed, not a few of the women had actually fingered each other's assholes in their cells beforehand by now.
On the seventh day, the guards just talked to the women in their cells. They told the women what amazing progress they had made. They also told them that their progress was so good that the guards would release them any day now, it was just a question of paperwork.
Then the guards smiled and said "You know...ah...nevermind!"
"What?" exclaimed both women in unioson.
"Naaaah...it's not something for nice girls like you..."
"TELL US!" demanded the women, their curiosity and arousal now achingly and intensely piqued.
The guards coyly brought up the possibility of the women doing some BDSM scenes. The women, so hornily aroused after a week of non-stop hot sex, uniformly jumped on the proposal.
The first day of the BDSM shoot just involved bondage.
The second day of the BDSM shoot involved bondage and some electric-shock from the violet wand.
The third day of the BDSM shoot involved a contest between the two women to see who could last longer bound to a Saint Andrew's Cross before either screaming out her safe word or orgasming. Not one woman screamed out her safeword.
The women were then released. The Federal Non-Violent Offender Program was an unqualified success in that it had a zero recidivism rate. Whenever a woman who had been through it felt tempted to revert to her old ways, memories of the orgasms she had received in the program, most especially the supernova of an orgasm she had on the Saint Andrew's Cross, at once satiated and depleted her. That crucified orgasm was so powerful that, just before she was released, each women signed a consent form. Since the women were masked and had no identifying marks or tattoos, the Bureau of Prisons sold the footage they made at an enormous profit, without the women ever incurring the risk of having been in these films. Not that their husbans/boyfriends would have noticed anyways since each woman remained actively bisexual and submissive and was the one leading her husband, either to a threesome with another hot woman, or to a situation where the husband/boyfriend tied her up and teased, tickled and had sex with her. The husbands/boyfriends were so depleted by this seven days-a-week permanent sexcapade that they simply did not have the energy to even type the word "porn" into a search engine.
The federal government was alarmed that, per capita, America imprisoned the most people in the world. They came up with a solution. It was called the Federal Non-Violent Offender Program. Any hot woman between the ages of 18 and 60 who had been convicted and sentenced to prison--in either State or Federal Court-- for any length of term for a non-violent offense (mostly drug possession) could be eligible. Once a woman had been convicted and sentenced, the judge, the DA/US Attorney and local police/sheriff lost all control over her fate, and the Federal Bureau of Prisons stepped in and made the woman an offer.
The offer went like this. "Look...you have been sentenced to serve time. Problem is, all our prisons--state as well as federal--are overcrowded. Even if you only have a year or even less than a year to serve, you will be going to a place where prisoners vastly outnumber the guards. Some of the women there are lifers with nothing to lose. You know what lifers with nothing to lose like to do to pretty women like you...
"The good news is that you meet the Federal Non-Violent Offender Program criteria, so we can offer you an alternative. You will be under far more rigorous discipline than a regular prison and you will have to obey the guards' every commands. But we can guarantee that you will never by physically raped by the guards or by prison lifers."
Many sentenced women wanted to know more, but the Bureau of Prisons officials who made them the offer told them it was a take it-or-leave it on the above information alone. 99% of the sentenced women took it.
The convicted woman was then transported with several other convicted woman to the Program's facilities in the dead of night. The woman was made to strip and undergo a cavity search upon arrival. Then, strong hands grabbing both her arms, she was put in a chamber and told to stand straight and stay still. The chamber door was closed and the woman's anxiety went through the roof as several beams of light scanned every inch of her exposed flesh.
None of the women had any tattoos, as women with tattoos had been screened out of the program even before the Bureau of Prisons officials approached the individual convicted woman.
After being scanned, the woman had her wrists handcuffed behind her and was hooded. Still completely naked, she was marched away. She heard doors being opened and closed as she walked. Then the strong hands propelling her came to a stop, and she felt something tighten around the flesh of her neck, under the hood. Then the hood and handcuffs were removed.
The woman saw another naked woman, neck also chained to the wall, in the cell with her. In the middle of the cell was a hole and a roll of toilet paper. To the sides of both women was a bowl of gruel. Most women just sat and ate, the first food they had had in hours.
The clanging open of the door awoke the women the next morning. Four guards entered the cells, telling each woman to stand up. After the women stood up, their collar bindings were undone, their wrists were cuffed behind their backs and hoods placed on their heads. Then, they were led away.
Many steps and an eternity later, the hoods came off. The women were taken aback as they saw lights, a boom mike--and a video camera before them, all pointing to a dingy mattress on the floor.
"Here, put these on."
The guards proffered masks to the women. With varying degrees of speed, the women took the masks, which were Zorro-type masks that were wrapped around their eyes, with holes cut out so they could see, and donned them.
"Good! Now, kiss and fondle each other!"
Few women complied instantaneously. When told that the alternative was being sent to "real prison with real butch dykes," they tearfully complied.
The guards went easy on the women that first day, limiting the filmed activities to g/g kissing and breast and buttocks fondling.
On the second day, the guards made them fondle each other's pussies as well.
On the third day, the guards addressed both women by their first names, told them they were doing "really well so far," and asked if either was up to a little cunnilingus. Usually, at least one woman was. The performances of that first cunnilingus ranged from tepid to hot.
But, on the fourth day, the cunnilingus was almost invariably hot.
By the fifth day, both women had performed cunnilingus on the other. The guards, again addressing them by their first names, again told both women they were doing "real well," and asked if either one of them lflet like taking a finger, or two, or three or four up her ass. One woman invariably was willing, and, by this time, tthe vast majority of the sentenced women's initial revulsion at the forced lesbianism had turned into arousal. Indeed, not a few of the women had actually fingered each other's assholes in their cells beforehand by now.
On the seventh day, the guards just talked to the women in their cells. They told the women what amazing progress they had made. They also told them that their progress was so good that the guards would release them any day now, it was just a question of paperwork.
Then the guards smiled and said "You know...ah...nevermind!"
"What?" exclaimed both women in unioson.
"Naaaah...it's not something for nice girls like you..."
"TELL US!" demanded the women, their curiosity and arousal now achingly and intensely piqued.
The guards coyly brought up the possibility of the women doing some BDSM scenes. The women, so hornily aroused after a week of non-stop hot sex, uniformly jumped on the proposal.
The first day of the BDSM shoot just involved bondage.
The second day of the BDSM shoot involved bondage and some electric-shock from the violet wand.
The third day of the BDSM shoot involved a contest between the two women to see who could last longer bound to a Saint Andrew's Cross before either screaming out her safe word or orgasming. Not one woman screamed out her safeword.
The women were then released. The Federal Non-Violent Offender Program was an unqualified success in that it had a zero recidivism rate. Whenever a woman who had been through it felt tempted to revert to her old ways, memories of the orgasms she had received in the program, most especially the supernova of an orgasm she had on the Saint Andrew's Cross, at once satiated and depleted her. That crucified orgasm was so powerful that, just before she was released, each women signed a consent form. Since the women were masked and had no identifying marks or tattoos, the Bureau of Prisons sold the footage they made at an enormous profit, without the women ever incurring the risk of having been in these films. Not that their husbans/boyfriends would have noticed anyways since each woman remained actively bisexual and submissive and was the one leading her husband, either to a threesome with another hot woman, or to a situation where the husband/boyfriend tied her up and teased, tickled and had sex with her. The husbands/boyfriends were so depleted by this seven days-a-week permanent sexcapade that they simply did not have the energy to even type the word "porn" into a search engine.