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Subject: {ASSM} pages 4-6 of Sharon's Luck by Scott
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enormous gag. Going to the grocery store with the horrid thing in her mouth 
for all to see was beyond awful, but she had no "free time" available for 
such tasks.
    Peeing was simple enough, it simply ran out through slots designed for 
the purpose, and down a small channel cast into the front of the chastity 
belt. Defecating was another matter; Once a day, during her lunch hour, 
Sharon's routine now included a series of high-volume enemas. The plug in her 
ass was plumbed to accept an enema nozzle, and for Sharon to evacuate her 
solid wastes, they had to be made liquid. The gut-wrenching cramps were 
horrible as her belly fought to distend against the unyielding steel waist 
belt.
    The judge had said "You'll do a full six to nine month stretch in jail, 
depending on your behavior. A pretty little girl like you can expect to get 
beat up at first, but soon you'll be paying for protection by being someone, 
or some groups sex toy. I'm told the pretty girls have to take it as often as 
six times a night, every night." The way the judge had said this, like she 
was talking about the weather, was the deciding factor for Sharon.
    "Your public chastity and corrections uniform operate on a number of 
levels," The man in charge of that department had said. "First, the chastity 
devices will absolutely prevent you from giving a man, woman, or yourself any 
sexual pleasure. Secondly, the devices are punitive, make no mistake about 
that. You will be dissuaded from any repeat offence. Third, and most 
important, your obvious discomfort and embarrassment make  powerful 
statements to the public. Your correctional wear says two things; Don't do 
what I did, and Look at what your government is doing to clean up your 
streets." The fact that she would wear the punishment ensemble for a duration 
of two years didn't even begin to sway Sharon's decision; she would do 
anything to stay out of jail. 

    The first thing they made her put on was a pair of super-heavy-duty, 
ultra support type panty hose. These had openings at the crotch and anus. 
Sharon saw that the material was so thick that it had to be sewn up the back 
of the legs, creating old-fashioned seams and reinforced heels. The hosiery 
squeezed her toes, feet, legs and bottom uncomfortably. Her toes felt like 
they were pressed together into a point, and that all the blood was being 
pushed out of her lower body. 
    Fitting the items, predictably, was an enormous struggle. Especially the 
four inch wide steel belt, which was sized a full six inches too small for 
her waist. It had taken three burly female corrections officers and an 
impromptu tourniquet made out of a leather belt and a night stick to get the 
chastity belt to lock shut. Sharon gasped for breath; she could only just get 
enough air in her lungs to sustain her. With the cripplingly tight belt in 
place, Sharon's resistance was enfeebled to inconsequence. She had wailed 
long and loud as the huge, safety orange vaginal and anal plugs were 
methodically worked into place. She was sure that her distended openings were 
ruined forever. The too-short steel crotch strap and protective panel spread 
her ass cheeks uncomfortably wide and forced the punishment plugs still 
deeper into her protesting body.
    The steel knee bands and the solid four inch long link between them came 
next. They bit deeply into Sharon's legs, just above the knee joint. They 
were rubber lined, mercifully, but they were so tight that Sharon could 
barely stand in them. Their diameter was too small to allow them to slip down 
past her knees. To be sure that the hobble stayed in place, an additional 
solid link had been fastened at one end to the crotch of her chastity belt, 
between the plugs, and the other end to the solid link between her knees. The 
ends of these links terminated at clever little ball joints that allowed a 
full range of movement. 
    The breast chastity was awful by itself. The fact that the heavyset woman 
whom Sharon had spat on had some accessories for it made it hellish. Before 
forcing Sharon's generous breasts into the contraption, she had put a lightly 
sprung "while-you-sleep" home ear piercing kit on each of Sharon's nipples, 
along with a good coating of anti-biotic. Then, she had dumped a half of a 
packet of novelty shop itching powder into each of the cups, making sure to 
show Sharon the empty packet. The stinging, continuous itching nearly drove 
Sharon insane. She couldn't get to her breasts to clean the powder off, and 
the more she thrashed around, the better coated her tits became with the 
stuff. The slow, steady pressure of the piercing rings added an insipid, low 
level pain to her nipples. 

    Damage was being done to her calf and ankle tendons, Sharon was sure of 
it. The super-high, seven-inch heeled shoes were leveraged against her ankles 
so that her feet were permanently held in line with her shins, held like a 
ballet dancers pointed toes. Getting used to wearing them twenty four hours a 
day and in the shower as well, had taken some time. It was still taking some 
time, for that matter.
    The shoes had come as another in a line of terrible surprises for Sharon. 
    "Like em' honey?" The heavyset woman had grinned as she twirled them on a 
finger in front of Sharon's face. 
    "They lock on, like everything else. You're gonna' wear them and the rest 
of these little goodies for a month at a time. Did they tell ya' that? Yep, 
and at the end of the month, you get to come back and visit little ol' me, 
for a check over and a re-fit if necessary. Most of  -~my girls' keep getting 
smaller and smaller waists, you know what I mean? I've got one little honey 
whose down to 19 inches. I'm gonna' see if I can do even better than that 
with you, miss mouth."

    She shouldn't have bought the hack saw. The file was a stupid idea too, 
but that's what the prisoners in the movies used, and therefore that's what 
one used to escape. It had been two weeks in her hellish predicament; It 
hurt, and she could barely move around. The huge intruders in her front and 
rear raped her continuously, pushing, pulling and bumping together through 
her inner wall. Despite the pain, she was kept in a constant state of arousal 
by their presence. It was never enough to achieve a much-needed climax, but 
against her will, she was always aroused. 
    She could hardly function at work, her concentration was shot. Further, 
her co-workers, even her distant underlings, no longer took her seriously or 
even showed her any respect. They enjoyed watching her struggle from desk to 
desk, and no one would lift a finger for her anymore. The incredible 
humiliation of hobbling back and forth on her toes in the absurd shoes, with 
the huge orange intruders sticking out of her for all to see was too much. 
She fled from work (slowly) and went to a hardware store. The clerk had 
grilled her as to what she was planning to do with the file and saw, but sold 
them to her anyway; After he made her walk all over the store while he 
"searched" for what she needed!

    The end of Sharon's first month of chastity finally came. With much 
trepidation, she arrived at the appointed time for her inspection. The 
heavyset woman from hell finally admitted Sharon to the fitting room. She 
took one look at the scratched and scarred up locks on Sharon's chastity belt 
and the other restraints and fairly shrieked!
    "You've been after these with a saw, you little bitch! That's attempted 
escape! That's a felony! Oh, you're in it now, my little twat! Sharon didn't 
even resist as she was put once again into the wrist, waist and ankle 
manacles. 
    She was left in a small cell for two days, still wearing the manacles. 
Her gag had also been put in place. Her cell mate was a cruel black woman, 
who was not chained. She delighted in making Sharon do doggie tricks to earn 
a chance to slurp food through the hollow gag. The plate would finally be 
placed on the floor for her, and she would have to kneel with her bottom in 
the air to suck pathetically at it's contents. Her cell mate would then 
entertain herself by administering a ferocious spanking to Sharon's upturned 
ass. 
    Finally, Sharon got to go before the judge. 
    "You just don't seem to be making very good life choices, do you miss?" 
The hatchet faced judge had asked. She didn't expect an answer, as Sharon 
still sported her bright orange gag. 
    "Well here's one for you, honey. Attempted escape and willful destruction 
to state correctional property are both felonies. The escape attempt carries 
a five-year minimum, and the willful destruction carries another three on top 
of that. Sharon was so deep in shock at this point that the words didn't seem 
real to her. She was going to wake up any time now, she was sure. 
    "Are you listening to me? Good." the judge continued, "I'm going to rule 
on this matter right now. You are hereby sentenced to serve the two years 
previous judgement, plus another five for attempted escape, plus I'm going to 
give you four years for the willful destruction of property. That's a total 
of eleven years, are you with me? Good. You are to continue to serve this 
time as before, in public chastity, restraints and uniform. Additionally, you 
are to perform 16 hours of community service per weekend, cleaning up 
roadsides with a crew, for the first five years. Do you understand?" Sharon 
nodded slowly. "Please please please just let me wake up" she plead to 
herself.
    "Last items. As a felon on release in the community, your collar will be 
altered. Per our statutes, it must be irremovable. Therefore, It will have to 
be welded in place. Also, as a felon with a history of attempted escape, you 
are now subject to the state's home public safety restraint system. This 
means that your home will be equipped with a pair of timed auto-cuffs. At 
seven p.m. each evening, you are to place your wrists and forearms behind you 
and into the auto-cuffs. They will secure themselves automatically onto you. 
You will be free to move about, and even leave your residence, once 
restrained.  You will return to the auto-cuff machine at seven a.m. to be 
released, at which time you will undertake wholesome daily activities. Do you 
understand?"

    That was two years ago. True to her word, the heavyset guard had reduced 
Sharon's waist to an incredible 18 inches, and had promised to reduce it even 
further. Her plugs had been increased in size, as had her heel height; Her 
shoes now sported ballet toes. The piercing rings had long since done there 
work on her nipples. These had been replaced by much heavier rings, welded in 
place. Small bells were added to these, which tinkled merrily inside the 
white plastic breast forms. 
    Another curb was before her. She cursed it, and the short link between 
her knees. She step-hopped up it, making her tit bells jingle. "Only nine 
more years" she thought, and sighed.

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