-Bend down, you filthy slut. More! Spread your legs. You, criminal scum, won't smuggle drugs into this prison.

-I don't have any!- Joanne complained. She had her back bent down, her hands together on the small of her back with a pair of fake, plastic police handcuffs.

-Who gave you permission to speak!- Hannah smaked her ass. She was already in the role.

-You didn't tell me I needed permission.- After she arrived to Hannah's house, for the mysterious party that had been prepared for her, she just saw her wearing a quite realistic prison guard costume, that she had rented. Joanne was told to undress, right there in the foyer, which she warily did, and put on the handcuffs. Then Hannah squatted down and used the key hanging from her neck to open the chastity belt. After that she just said “I will be doing a little permormance, follow my lead.” Those were the only instructions.

-Oh, you are feisty.- She slapped Jo again.- We'll have to do this the hard way.

From a duffle bag on the floor Hannah produced a straightjacket. It was made of a thick material, coarse on the outside, but more soft on the inside. Hannah uncuffed Jo and hung the handcuffs from her belt, alonng with the fake plastic gun and the fake plastic baton. Reluctangtly but slightly aroused Jo stuck her hands in the sleeves of the garment.

-Please, no, I will behave.- Jo pleaded with very little conviction.

The sleeves covered completely her arms and hands. At their ends hung long and wide straps. The material was more restrictive than it seemed and Jo had trouble moving her arms. Hannah buckled the ten straps along Jo's back, from her waist to the last one on her neck. The collar of the jacket was specially thick, almost rigid, and wouldn't make a difference it were unstrapped but Hannah did it anyways. With the back done she linked a strap that started between Jo's breasts, to a buckle a couple of inches below. Under this last strap Hannah passed the two long ones hanging from the sleeves, followed by the arms themselves and buckled them twice under the armpits first, and next to the spine second. Joanne's arms were stuck under her breasts.

-Shut up, slut. You disgust me enough already! You won't talk again today.

-Hey! What...?

From the duffel bag she picked a mask of the same material. When she put it over Jo's head and face the reason for the haircut came clear. It had holes on her eyes, nostrils and mouth. Two more on her ears could be zipped open and closed. Several small straps were buckled along Jo's nape, closing the hood and forcing it to press snugly all around her head. Picking a plastic bit gag from the bag Hannah passed the two small straps at its side though buckles at the sides of Jo's mouth. A third strap from the gag went under the chin forcing her to bite, gagging and silencing her. At last a hard plastic blindfold was placed over her eyes, passing two more straps through buckles on her temples. When Hannah looked on Jo's eyes, just before covering them, she saw more excitation than fear.

Then from the duffel bag Hannah picked the pants of the suit. Jo obediently put her legs into them. Eight straps from the waist went upwards through holes on the waist of the jacket and closely above them met eight buckles. A long and wide strap hanging from the front of the waist of the jacket was passed through a buckle in front of the crotch of the pants, then between the legs, then through another buckle above the asscrack and at last a third one on the middle of the back of the jacket, covering the two slits cut on the crotch, front and back, to allow the use of the toilet, plus other less orthodox things. Between the two legs, sewn to both, a flap of cloth went from knees to ankles, so allowing merely about ten inches of stride. Yet ten eight more straps starting on one leg met ten buckles on the other leg, forcing them together.

All three garments were not only made with a double layer of thick cloth. Between the two layers they had a net of wires. They were very thin but abundant. The effect was that the suit was heavier than it seemed and each movement had a cost in energy. Aside from that it had D-rings all over the surface that would be used later.

-Well, the prisoner is secure, so the fun can now start. Rookie! Come here!

Opening the door of the kitchen appeared Slut wearing a slutty version of Hannah's uniform, with a much shorter skirt and a shirt that only had the bottom half of the buttons. Hannah hadn't given her a specific script, but a sequence of events that should happen. On general terms her mistress' intructions were to agree with whatever she said and be helping. Her words musted suggest that she despised the prisoner badly. From time to time she also had to entusiastically propose harsh tortures. Then Hannah would tell her to calm down and she would back off.

-We have her at last, the bitch. She is going to pay for all the trouble she has provoked.

Joanne was petrified. She didn't know that there would be another person. And a woman. As she was blindfolded she didn't know who was it, and the voice wasn't familiar. She trusted Hannah, but that other person might be a problem. She regretted having asked Marmara not to intervene.

-The whore seems very comfortable. Should we tighten the straps?

-We should give her a good beating. Maybe break a few bones.- Hannah smiled, Slut was performing well.

-You heard that, bitch? The rookie has no patience for the likes of you. Calm down, rookie. She will be with us for years, we'll have plenty of time to teach her manners.

Doing as told, they tightened all the straps until Jo was unable to move. She was standing and she had started to feel the weight. As she didn't know about the internal net she didn't undertand why moving her elbows was so hard, even if they were free. With all well tight they picked a bunch of padlocks from the duffle bag and locked each of the straps one by one, except the big one on the crotch. Despite being small, the presence of so many padlocks also added to the weight.

-The poor bitch doesn't know what is coming. Can I do it, boss? Please?- Slut was supposed to say that right after they had secured the prisoner.

-Of course, rookie. You have to learn.

Gently they made Joanne kneel right there in the foyer. Then they pushed on her nape until her forehead touched the floor, so her thighs rested over her calves and her ass was vulnerable.

From the duffle bag Slut grabbed a double strap on. She raised her meager skirt until it was above her waist and her eloquent tattoo was on plain sight. Then she stuck her fingers in her pussy and removed her phone giving it to Hannah. While Slut impaled herself with the short dildo and cinched the harness tightly, Hannah went to the bathroom to clean the phone. She was surprised by the quantity and consistency of Slut's fluids. Either she had an unnaturaly productive pussy or she had been very horny along the last days and hadn't said anything.

Slut positioned herself behind Joanne and undid the wider crotch strap of the straight jacket. Opening the slit right below her pussy, she pressed the tip of the longer dildo to the entrance of Jo's pussy. Having guessed what was coming, a stranger woman about to penetrate her with a dildo, she started to struggle, but Slut grabbed her hips firmly.

-No need to pretend, slut. We all know what you want. You criminals are all the same. What you truly want is a bunch of prison guards ripping you open, ruining your cunt.- Hannah, already coming from the bathroom, heard Slut's improvisation and knew that involving her had been a good idea.- Well guess what. You are going to have all of us. And then the other prisoners. Is always fun to see you sluts raping each other.- Then she laughed intently.

-Remember, rookie. These whores want it rude. And even if they don't want it, is the only way we know.- She joined in the laughter. They had talked before that she should be a bit rude, as it was supposed to be a rape, but don't hurt her for real.

Slut pushed, parting Jo's labia. She entered half of the length several times to lubricate the entrance, but realized that Jo had already done it herself, so grabbing firmly her hips, she pushed all the way in. Jo grunted but didn't show discomfort. Slut started to piston in and out, gradualy increasing the the speed and depth of the penetrations.

Hannah went to the living room, grabbed a cushion and went back to the foyer. Tapping on Slut's knees she indicated her to get them up from the floor. Slut lifted Jo's hips changing the angle to a position in which her weight helped her pushing in. Jo noticed the difference because the dildo was entering harder and deeper. Hannah put the cushion under Slut's knees, and indicated her to kneel again. Slut kept fucking Jo but staring at her mistress. A slut like her used to spend a lot of time on her knees, more often sucking cocks, and people weren't so thoughtful. In her head she imagined that she was fucking her mistress instead of that stranger and started to enjoy herself. They idea of having sex with her mistress aroused her a lot, what never had happened to her with a woman. Lost in her thoughts, with her eyes closed, she didn't realize that Jo was already cumming, so she kept going, until she herself got to cum. Her mistress had made clear that Jo's pleasure was the first priority, but that all three of them should have some fun, and so she provided for herself.

-What do you think, boss? Did I fuck the slut well?

-Yes you did, rookie. Now rest a bit, you still have more raping to do. You need to administer your foces to be able to rape these whores properly.- Hannah replied. Then she squatted down and talked to Jo in a menacing tone.- Don't you dare move, you worthless tramp.- Joanne was in heaven. Not only she had got a great orgasm, but she had just been told that there would be more. She just had to stay there, on that posture and Hannah would bring her more pleasure. And yet they were pretending that she didn't matter and the concern was the rookie being tired. Along the pause, the veteran guard Hannah described several anecdotes about other prisoners being raped. Whenever she said something about bruises and wounds the rookie expressed her approval in graphic terms. Both guards' performance were being very convincing.- Enough rest, this cunt has to be utterly destroyed before we lend it to the immates tomorrow.- With no more ceremony the rookie plunged his plastic cock in Joanne's welcoming pussy, giving her, a few minutes later, another great orgasm.

-Can we have dinner, boss? We can work on this cunt later.

After that Slut inserted a pair of Ben Was balls in Jo's well lubricated pussy. Then they padlocked two lengths of chain to D-rings on Joanne's knees, linking each of them to a D-ring on her shoulder. Then another two chains liking heels to thighs. No more was needed to make sure that she wouldn't move, as her attemps to crawl would be too slow to accomplish anything. Suprisingly Hannah unlocked one side of the bit gag.

-This is the last time I break character. Do you trust me enough to give me another twenty three hours as we discussed?

-Yes, please. Thank you.- Jo replied between gasps. Hannah locked the gag in place. Meanwhile Slut had replaced the strap on for the cellphone in her nethers, not bothering to rearrange the skirt and leaving her tattooed bald pussy on sight.

The guards went to the kitchen to make dinner leaving Jo there. Hannah congratulated Slut for her performance. She explained that despite how much she enjoyed sex and didn't care much with whom, she still had found herself forced to do disgusting things with a smile. She was used to lying.

-Why not tell the truth?

-Because no master wants a complaining slut. Because most people don't want to have sex if the other person is crying. And because for many people I'm a dumb, worthless slut and my opinion doesn't matter.

-You are not dumb and worthless, and your opinion matters to me.

-You are very kind, thank you. But please understand that as my mistress your opinion matters to me more than mine, and if you order me to do disgusting things, with you or other people, I will do them without hesitation, but I won't enjoy them. I won't lie to you, since that would upset you, but I might have to lie to the others.

-Well, I've seen you cum twice today, so I guess that you didn't find my friend disgusting.- Slut smiled and shook her head.- Now as much as I like seeing your beautiful pussy all day long, you better cover it to sit on my chair.

They ate their dinner in the kitchen while Joanne waited kneeling in the foyer. The secretions of her still exposed pussy glistened. Later the two guards came back and put a double dog bowl in front of her, with the same food they had had cut in small pieces, and water. They ungagged her and ordered her to eat. She was relieved when she noticed that the food was good.

While she ate, Slut put on again the strap on, knelt on the same cushion, and emptied Jo's pussy. As soon as she was done eating, Hannah regagged her, and right after, Slut penetrated her without any kind of warning. Jo grunted with the first assaults, but soon started to moan in pleasure. In the meantime Hannah padlocked two long chains to the front and back of Joanne's torso, and unlocked the chains that had been placed before. Joanne orgasmed again and a couple more minutes later so did Slut. Backing off she reinserted the Ben Wa balls in the prisoner's well fucked pussy.

Pulling on the chains the guards helped Jo stand up. Then Hannah loosened the lower half of the straps on the legs to let Jo walk. Both pulling on the chains and helping her not falling down they guidded Jo to the backyard and then to the bottom of the shed, where an iron barred cage, less than a meter tall, and little more than a meter wide and long, was awaiting her. On its bottom it had a thin matress, new and clean but adorned to seem old and dirty.

Slut tightened and padlocked the leg straps again, while Hannah went to retrieve the duffle bag. Then Slut held her legs in place while Hannah pulled on the chain on her back to make her lean backwards. Then they ordered her to pee, the stream falling into a bucket. With that done they secured the wide strap on her crotch and padlocked it making sure it was tight.

-Are you sure we are leaving her there, boss? I have a brand new taser, to give this strumpet a shocking night.- Threatened Slut.

-I like you how you think, rookie.- Hannah laughed loudly.- But we have years to play with her, let's not waste all the good ideas on the first night.

They opened upwards the door of the cage, and helped Jo get in, while telling her that she was about to sleep on the puddle of her own pee. Then they removed the longer chains. They positioned her laying on her back with her knees pointing to the ceiling, as there wasn't room for much more. Opening the zippers on the sides of the hood, Hannah pushed a pair of earplugs, and closed the zippers again. Then getting a wide array of short chains from the duffle bag, they padlocked all of them to the many D-rings of the suit and the bars of the cage, including those at the bottom, under the mattress, but leaving the door empty, which was padlocked the last.

The guards left to go watch a movie in the living room, padlocking the door of the shed as well. With the weight of the suit, plus all the straps, plus all the chains, Joanne couldn't move more than an inch in any direction. She was too excited to sleep but blind, deaf and trapped, she didn't have much to do. The balls in her pussy were of great help. Pushing with her inner muscles she toyed with them, enjoying the sensations, but frustrated because she wouldn't achieve an orgasm. Still she kept going, guessing that the next day she would be fucked again, and that being well lubricated would be a good idea. Raped by a woman, no less. She still couldn't believe it.

In the living room Hannah was frustrated because she had been the only one without an orgasm, made worse because it was her own script, in her own house, using her own toys. She slipped a hand into the hem of the knee length skirt and started to rub her clit.

-Mistress, may I speak?

-Yep.

-I'm so sorry that you cannot have sex with me. I would be honored to kneel in front of you and eat your pussy for hours until you fainted. I should be doing that every night.- She was truly sad, even showed a couple of tears on her eyes.

-Well, if you want to help...- Hannah raised Slut's skirt. She repositioned herself and opened her legs so her mistress could have a clear view. Hannah masturbated looking at her beautiful and helpful slut's marked pussy, imagining that she had been brave enough to tattoo herself in a similar way.

The next day Slut awakened Jo by opening the door of the cage and removing her earplugs and gag.

-Open your slut mouth.- Slut whispered into Jo's ear in an angry tone. Jo obeyed and was shocked when the rookie guard spat in her mouth. It tasted like mint.- Stick your tongue out. More!- Jo did as ordered.- Keep it that way, don't you dare move it.- Squatting over Jo's mouth and grabbing the upper edges of the walls of the cage for support, she started to rock back and forth, rubbing Jo's tongue on her clit. She kept going for several minutes until she came right in the prisoner's wide open mouth. After a pause regaining her breath Slut lowered herself until her labia were pressing against Jo's.- Seal my pussy with your mouth. Do it!- She smaked Joanne softly on her breast and she obeyed.- I've decided that from now on, and every day, you are going to be my toilet. You are going to drink everything I give you without spoiling a single drop, or your cunt is going to get a good belting. But don't tell the boss, she wanted to be the first to make a toilet of you.

-Rookie! Where are you?- Hannah yelled from the backyard, where she had been watching the whole scene through the door of the shed.

-Crap! She's close. Dammit, I wanted to deflower my first toilet whore.- Slut got out of the cage and rearranged her skirt.- Open you mouth!- Slut spat there again when Jo obeyed. Then she put the earplugs and the gag in place again and relocked the cage.

All the time, despite the surprise, and that the pee and saliva things were disgusting, Jo had been enjoying herself. The tightness, the vulnerability, the unfairness... A stranger woman using her as a sexual toy and nearly a toilet, had activated something in her brain and made her very horny. Also she had been playing with the balls in her pussy all the time.

-Have you ever drank pee?- Hannah asked Slut, after giving her a silent applause,  when she went to meet her.

-Yes, mistress. Yes, with a smile. And yes, I hated it.- She said before Hannah could ask again.- But I think I would like yours. Maybe.- Hannah didn't know what to say so after staring agape at Slut for a full minute, she just walked to the shed to put more food in Joanne's bowl.

-You are wiggling that whore butt of yours so I guess that you are masturbating with your balls. Right, you wanton floozy?- Hannah asked loud enough for Jo to hear. She just grunted and stopped.- Don't stop, you are going to need the lubrication if you don't want us to tear you open.

Releasing her from the chains the guards helped Jo out of the cage, and ordered her to eat, again kneeling on the floor, after removing the gag and earplugs. While she ate, the guards closed the door of the cage, put a wooden board over it and then a blanket. Once Joanne had eaten they made her lay on the wooden board, on top of the cage. They linked several of the D-rings of the jacket to the bars of the cage all around and then they linked a couple more from the trousers to one of the heavy chains hanging from the ceiling, so her legs were pointing up. On that position Slut raped her a couple more times, this time pushing slightly harder because as she was standing she could use more strength. All the time saying mean things and threatening with terible tortures. Joanne enjoyed it immensely.

At the afternon, after lunch time, Rama came. Hannah had invited him because he knew about the shed, and it amused him the first time he saw it, instead of being scandalized. So she hoped that he would understand what was going on and be able to help. Pretending to be the warden, he gave some advise to the guards about appropriate tortures for despicable criminals like Joanne, who was still laying on top of the cage, right there hearing the conversation. The guards had put her there again after again making her eat kneeling on the floor and pee in a bucket again at lunch hour.

The prisoner felt very happy when a man penetrated her after several years of chastity. He didn't use a condom, having assured that he didn't need them when Hannah asked, to her utter surprise. Hannah was wary, Joanne was in heaven. All three women were astonished with his endurance, and while he grunted and made several stops to rest, nor Hannah nor Slut saw him sweating. They guessed that such a handsome guy might have a lot of success with women and a lot of practice. While he fucked Joanne he kept looking at Hannah, straight into her eyes. She, standing there, could feel her juices staining her panties, imagining his cock inside her. She had been spending a lot of time masturbating imagining that man fucking her along the last months. And there he was, taunting her, fucking another woman in front of her, because she had asked him to do so.

Late in the afternoon, after Rama had left and Joanne had been released and had taken a much needed shower, they discussed the events. Jo thanked Hannah efusively for his ideas, and congratulated Slut for her performance. When Hannah clarified that Slut had been following the script to the letter all along, including the pee and saliva deeds, all offenses were forgiven. The nickname of the newly met friend surprised Jo, but after all the excitement of the day she was in no mood to ask questions. Them three agreed on that it had been too intense to do it regularly, but twice a month would be fine. She promised that she would try to prepare something good for Hannah. Slut didn't know what to say, because she wouldn't be comfortable preparing a game, for her own mistress, and thus partially inverting the power balance.