Warden Valeria used a riding crop on Prisoner 1591 because of the symbolism. Riding crops weren’t really used on people. They were used to lead beasts, animals, and creatures around. They were used to inflict discipline, to move and signal when words wouldn’t do… or when the target wasn’t worth words.

She placed the crop beneath the prisoner’s chin, forcing her to lift her head slightly. The routine had become so strict, so stringent, that 1591 was surprised she was being allowed - or forced - to lift her head.

1591, born Rebecca, made a long moaning sound. Thick orange rubber. Endless steel chains. The polished steel shackles were padded and comfortable, snug but unyielding. Ideal for long-term wear, along reinforced areas of Rebecca’s high-tech rubber suit. Shackles at her wrists connected to chains, which in turn hung from a heavy collar around her neck. Although not permanently mittened - on occasion, Rebecca was forced to labor with her hands - her fists were trapped in balls ending in black at the moment, which reinforced an animalistic aesthetic. She couldn’t move her arms more than a few feet from her neck, couldn’t hope to get far enough on a lunge to escape.

Her waistline matched, with a colossal steel chastity belt. Valeria had long since explained that, due to her psychological profile, orgasms would simply be forbidden during her stay; not just unacceptable, not just frowned upon, but absolutely, positively illegal. Rebecca had responded with violence at the time, which had only ensured an extra click of a high-tech magnetic lock to seal the belt on.

As a high-value and highly lethal inmate, she was also a consistent escape risk. Hence, a thick chain and thicker ball attached to her shackled legs. It did allow her to move at a reasonably normal pace, and at least for the march, the heavy ball had been removed. Though normally she’d be isolated, Valeria also wanted to absolutely parade her about; Rebecca’s soft white hair looked so cute when she was mad and frazzled. She’d even been able to keep her glasses for ADA-compliance, though Valeria suspected they were more for show than for correction. Besides, she’d be all the correction Rebecca needed.

“Forward,” Valeria said again, releasing her chin and pointing forward with the tool. Rebecca took a step forward. Then another. Then another.

The walk of shame to the “Laundry Room” was utterly disciplined and stringently enforced. Rebecca knew the punishments that could await if she took too long, if she looked the wrong way, if she didn’t obey every word carefully. She was furious, but that fury could only go so far as she took step after step to the laundry area, where presumably she was being escorted to make up for some mistake she’d made earlier during work hours.

Except… as she approached it, she took a different turn, at Valeria’s instruction. There were no other guards, though security cameras outside were everywhere. Rebecca showed her a door simply labeled ‘DETERGENT’ and opened it, forcing her within.

Inside were a pair of guards, brown hair and colorful eyes sparking with delight, and a prisoner; male, blonde, completely and fully gagged with a bulging, packed up muzzle. Orange rubber with black trim. Zippers all closed. Manhood packed in a bulge; needy and squeaky. Torso presumably in a classic canvas straitjacket, then wrapped in an extra layer of canvas, one with no arms of openings and zipped up tight to ensure no hope of escape.

“Is this my mistake?” Rebecca said. She almost smiled. Maybe she had caught this young man in the crossfire at some point, or kidnapped his girlfriend, or something similar.

The girls grabbed the young man, who started to struggle.
“Shh… Kai, calm down, save your energy!”
“Yeah, we want to see you begging once you’re inside!”

Valeria leaned down and tapped her boot-heel against the floor twice. An industrial washing machine labeled “OUT OF ORDER” began to slide; an automated platform moving out of the way to reveal, below it, a tiny hole; a snug silo. An impossible-to-find-oubliette.

Rebecca shook with anger and delight, but Valeria used her crop again, this time placing it against her chest. “Discipline, discipline,” she said, “I’m always experimenting with new and exciting ways to lock you down. Perhaps I should have done something here… oh well. In the meantime, I want you to see what I can do. I’ve got so many options for prisoners; I can auction you off as labor, I can release you, I can have you on a game show just for my own sick amusement. Or…” she said, pointing at Kai, “I can have the pleasure of disposing of you.”

Kai struggled again, eyes wide, body quivering, legs and curves bugling. “Ugh, hood him up, I don’t need to see his face anymore.” The two guards smiled and complied, slipping a faceless black-and-orange hood over his head and neck even as he started to moan , beg, and tremble.

“I’ve got plenty of storage spaces for playthings I’m done with. Prisoners who I need a break from. People that have caused me too much trouble and end up stored away until I can find something fun for them. Though in Kai’s case, this is fun, isn’t it?”

The young man trembled, begging, and kicking his legs now. Valeria shook her head, and walked over to his legs. Both of them had shackles, though unrestrained. She took the steel ball normally fastened to Rebecca’s legs and chain it to his feet. The anticipation must have been killing him.

“It’s a squishy prison. And a long way down. We’re at the basement level, but my silos are always built to military grade. Much like yours, Rebecca.” Valeria flashed a smile. “You’ve got good taste.”

Rather than launching into a “we’re not so different” speech, Valeria summarily dropped the ball into the oubliette. A few tense, horrible seconds later, Kai was being dragged down into it; a squishy rubbery abyss, with inflated sides bulging out as he found himself being dragged under.

He made an adorable, endearing pleading sound as he was being sucked in; his legs, then his hips, then his chest. He thrashed and moand and groaned into his gag, rubbing his body against its crushingly tight embrace.

Rebecca pursed her lips. Tsk. This wasn’t a bad setup; going down instead of up was a neat idea for a dolly. A good way to really break them like a twig; crush them like a cookie, crumble their willpower. And yet… it made her blush. She felt a lump in her throat form as Kai started to thrash… not realizing his squirming was just helping him down.

Finally, when all that was left was his head, Valeria leaned down and patted his smooth visage twice. “Goodbye,” she said. “You were a great little demonstration.” And, smiling, she stood up and let her two assistants push down with the toe of their shoes, forcing him deep into the rubber-lined hole and out of sight.

“I’ve got plenty more spaces for you, Rebecca,” she said. “And if you’re lucky, it’ll be something right out of your playbook. Like I said… You have good taste.”

Rebecca scowled as Valeria used her crop one more time, guiding her head away from the silo as the guards covered it back up, and pointing back towards her cell and an uncertain fate.
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Featuring DanteShadow1's character Valeria, warden of the CAGE, as well as Tennai's character Kai, and ConstantineStories's character Rebecca, the fearsome serial kidnapper.