Ardent Prison (Short Story) (Patreon)

Congratulations!

You’ve won an overnight trip to the Ardent Criminal Rehabilitation Center!

Attendance isn’t optional.

Lucky you! The Ardent sisters have nabbed you and your friends, and they weren’t letting you go! You were going to be spending the whole night with the buff dominatrixes whether you wanted to or not! But let’s be real. You wanted to.

They captured you, bound you up, blind folded you, put on some noise canceling headphones, and finally slipped you into a bondage bag that had you squirming entirely uselessly. Given how strong they were -- and pathetic you are -- they just picked you up and carried you away!

There were probably worse fates, right?

It wasn’t too long before you were taken to the intake offices of the prison. One of the Ardent sisters -- Gwen, though given they were quadruplets, reasonable you’d be forgiven if you mistook them… not that they were going to be reasonable with you -- stood before you and smiled.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before we get you imprisoned,” she said while taking you over to a small circular tub full of water. She lifted you in and started bathing you. The water was warm, the sponge she used was soft, and it almost felt like you were getting some affection. “There you go. Really enjoy it. Soak up the soap, let’s get it nice and lathered,” she whispered right into your ear as she paid special attention to your crotch. “The wonderful drug only works if you spend enough time exposed to it, after all.”

Uhoh.

You tried to escape, but gosh! She was just so strong! “Keep squirming, and I’m going to have to punish you!” she grumped at you. But you’d already made your decision! You’d been abducted, you weren’t going to be entirely dominated! You splashed and squirmed for a few before she finally just grabbed you and dunked you underwater.

She didn’t hold you there very long. Not even ten seconds. But when you came up for a breath of fresh air, you found yourself shocked by tingling in your skin and how utterly soft and smooth you were. ...and that you were lacking hair.

Any hair. You were bald.

“Nice and shiny,” she teased as she rubbed a towel on your head. “Just how I like ‘em. Uniform time.”

Before you could pout too long, she dragged you off to the next room. She sat you down and practically dared you to try and get away as she fumbled through a locker for a moment. She pulled out a latex, prison striped catsuit. The traditional white and black looked so shiny, but as you watched, you couldn’t quite figured out which hole was supposed to be the head.

It didn’t take you long to figure out the thing was crotchless and would keep your breasts exposed.

“Now behave,” she said with a glare. As strong as she was -- and fearing worse punishment -- you decided to stay nice and still. She grabbed a heavy duty bottle of lube and smiled as she sort of just dumped it on you before rubbing it in absolutely everywhere. Before long, you were nice and shiny and slick! ...walking might be a bad idea. You might just fall over.

She took the latex “uniform” and stuffed you inside it. It was an arduous task. The latex was pretty small, but thank god it stretched. By the time she forced your toes into the individual toe slots and your fingers into the mitts at the end -- wait isn’t that backward? -- you felt like you were being compressed from every direction.

Except of course your crotch and your nipples which were nice and free to be played with, though she’d made sure to lube them as well.

“Almost done,” she said as she grabbed a hood, prison striped too. There was a cutout for your mouth and eyes at least. She pulled the hood over your head and swatted your ass. “There we go! Let’s get you in your cell.”

She led you away into the cell house of the prison proper. Your first inkling of what might be about to happen to you was lined up on either side. A bunch of people in the same outfit as you being in cells, suspended, bound, connected to tubes that pumped them with cum, stuck on sybians, stuck in weird brainwashing chambers -- oh god oh no. This was just one night, right? You’d be fine, right?

She led you further. The prison cells just became more horrifying. Eventually they were nothing but what amounts to vacbeds, the person sealed inside, isolated from absolutely everything.

“Here we are,” she said as she stopped you in front of a cell near the isolated cuties. “A special cell here to make you nice and obedient,” she winked.

C-could you back out? Was there anywhere to go?

You saw two other Ardent sisters working with other new inmates. At least you had some company around, not that you’d be able to hear or see each other.

She dragged you inside the cell and away from your last chance at freedom. A large, very soft, plush bondage sleepsack was waiting. She looked at you expectantly before growing impatient and sort of just pushing you forward and pulling you into the sleepsack.

Thankfully, your face was left exposed, even if the rest of you was entirely -- you heard a zipper. “Oh, can’t leave you bored,” she says as she pulls out a rather interesting looking dildo. “This one goes behind,” she teased as she lubed it up and slowly pushed it in your ass. The dildo sprang to life, vibrating inside you, wiggling, making you wiggle. She zipped up the back of your bondage bag before she pulled out another toy. “This for the front~” she said as she plugged it into you.

It too sprung to life, its vibrations chaotic and random, refusing to give a nice pattern. Once zipped up, she pulled a screen down in front of your face.

Suspended in the air, unable to turn your neck, unable to do much of anything, the screen turned on. A spiral filled your vision.

Flashes of women -- strong women, weak women, flirty women, beautiful women, women of all types, women women women -- popped onto the monitor.

The bondage sack was apparently equipped with headphones and they gleefully started playing.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.