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Subject: {ASSM} Teachers Dilemma, Pt. 2
Date: Wed,  9 Jan 2002 21:10:17 -0500
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
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post without prior consent of the author. Copyright Ladyvet, 2002. Other
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Teacher's Dilemma, Pt. 2 by Ladyvet

Chapter 6

Camp Parks wasn't as bad as Sondra had feared it would be. The living quarters
were converted two-story World War Two vintage barracks with open bays.
Seventy-two women lived in each. She was assigned to a bunk near the bathroom;
a "waterfront lot." She quickly learned how undesirable that was. The comings
and goings of the other inmates and the sounds of toilets and showers made
sleeping difficult. Sondra received her notification to report to dispensary
three days after she arrived. 

It was within walking distance of her quarters. The reception area reminded
Sondra more of a doctor's waiting room than a prison-related operation. A dozen
or more women of all ages and races waited in chairs at the far end. She sat in
the last available chair and listened to snatches of hushed conversations
around her.

"Fifteen. My boyfriend got me pregnant... I got arrested in front of the
abortionist's apartment. It was a setup" "My third strike... Life in prison for
prostitution..." "I was drunk, for God's sake. I didn't even know he videoed
me. He was still selling copies of the tapes after they arrested me..." Two
women held hands. One of them cried silently, not bothering to wipe away her
tears. The other whispered to her. 

Sondra's turn to be processed finally arrived. The woman behind a desk labeled
"Assessment and Scheduling" smiled at her and pointed to a chair in front of
her desk. 

"Name and number for the record, Mrs. O'Connor" the woman asked and smiled
again. Sondra asked how she knew who she was. 

"I get to watch the news sometimes," the woman replied. "The law your husband
sponsored is responsible for most of the women being here. I remember that you
made speeches against it. Too bad for everyone that you couldn't convince him
to abandon the idea. I see it got you, too." Sondra nodded. She'd done her best
to talk him out of it but he went ahead anyway. The Sexual Offenders Control
Law was a good political ploy despite the large number of women it destroyed.
The law had been largely responsible for his reelection. No one was more
righteous, upstanding or tough on crime than Senator O'Connor. Or so the
uninformed electorate thought.

Sondra read the name plaque on the woman's desk; "Joan Harrison, M.D." and
answered "O'Conner, Sondra, 17745-201, Dr. Harrison" The woman retrieved her
file jacket from a box labeled "Incoming Inmates."

The woman glanced up. "Don't call me Doctor. My name's Joan. I'm in the
program, too." She pulled up her right sleeve to display the steel wristband
inscribed with her registry number and the words "Abortionist / Lesbian / Life"

"You have one of them inside you?" Sondra asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I was one of the first women in the program. I've had it
for over seven years."

"How bad is it?" 

"I haven't been able to have an orgasm since they implanted it. I have a bad
case of PID from unrelieved arousal. Everyone gets that within a year. It's not
life threatening but it's uncomfortable and it can cause sterility if it
persists long enough." She withdrew a form from Sondra's file jacket.

"OK, let me get some information, then I'll orient you. When did your last two
periods begin and end?" Sondra looked at the calendar on the wall and thought
for a few moments. She'd never paid much attention to when her periods occurred
except when she was overdue. Sondra guessed at the dates, hoping she was
correct. 

"Are you regular?"

"Yes, she replied, "pretty much." Joan read her file. 

"No history of STDs, HPV or cervical or vaginal cancer?" Sondra shook her head.


"Two children delivered vaginally?" Sondra nodded. She tried not to think about
her boys unless she was alone so she could cry privately. Joan pointed to a box
of Kleenex and continued while Sondra used one.

"It will take a few days for your charging probe to arrive. They make them
individually for each woman because the fit is critical. Do you want see one?"
Sondra nodded. Joan withdrew a box across her desk. Sondra opened it and took
out a heavy, black resin shaft about nine inches long. It had a rounded end the
size of a baseball on one end with an irregular concave area at the top. The
shaft tapered to a thickness of about an inch near the small end, which
contained a wire harness with a large connector and a knurled knob. 

"Turn the knob," Joan instructed. Sondra twisted it. Two thick projections
swung out of the shaft to form forty-five degree angles with it. 

"They hold it in position," Joan explained. "It takes forever to charge if the
unit isn't flush against your cervix the whole time. The early ones didn't have
wings. Our vaginal contractions used to force them partway out." Sondra's
stomach did a quick flip. She returned the charging probe to the box.

"I'll explain the procedure," Joan said and rose. Sondra followed her down a
long corridor, both sides of which had windowless metal doors spaced closely
along their entire length. A lighted panel above each door indicated whether
the room was in use. Most were. 

Harrison unlocked an unoccupied room, opened the door and ushered Sondra
inside. An examining table filled most of narrow space. An instrument bay with
a large monitor was attached to the foot of the table. Sondra eyed the thick
leather restraints hanging from the bed fearfully.

"Is it very painful?" Sondra asked.

"On the contrary," Joan replied. "You're going to find it damned pleasant for a
few minutes at a time. The bad part is the frustration." Sondra examined an
ankle restraint and dropped it. 

"I don't understand," Sondra said. "If it doesn't hurt, why will I have to be
restrained?"

"You're not allowed to have orgasms. Your unit goes inactive while it's
charging. You're going to be lying there for a long time with what's
essentially a big, thick vibrator in you."

"I still don't understand the restraints," Sondra said. 

"The charging's done in stages." Joan walked to the foot of the bed, opened a
drawer and withdrew a pair of electrode pads. "These monitor you through your
skin, which is why you're required to keep your pubic area shaved. They'll tell
the charger when you're getting aroused so it can turn off. That will allow
your unit to activate and extinguish your arousal. The charger will activate
again after your excitation level drops. If you took one of these off during
the procedure, your negator wouldn't be able to detect arousal and you'd have
an orgasm."

"How long does the whole thing usually take?" Sondra asked.

"It varies. It doesn't take long if you're frigid. A few women who've learned
how to block their sexual responses get through it in an hour. That's about
four or five charging cycles. The rest of us..." Her voice trailed off. 

Joan looked at her watch, told Sondra that a woman named Jenny's procedure
should be nearly finished and motioned for Sondra to accompany her. They walked
into a room occupied by a voluptuous black woman who lay on a table panting and
struggling against her restraints. A white smocked female technician stood
nearby, watching the display.

The sheet covering Jewel was soaked with sweat despite the coolness of the air.
Her prominent nipples showed through the wet cloth. Her hips moved in circles.
She began to breathe faster and faster. She panted and tugged harder at the
restraints on her wrists and mumbled through her clenched teeth. Sondra looked
at the wires running between Jenny's wide spread, sheet covered legs to the
instruments in the footboard. 

Sondra stared at Jewel's face. Her eyes were closed. Beads of sweat covered her
forehead and upper lip. Her hips jerked up and down in a lonely parody of
intercourse. She gasped loudly and swore under her breath. A grimace of pain
distorted her face. She lowered her hips, cursed again and lay still. 

"You're all done, Jenny," the technician announced. The woman opened her eyes
and scowled at them.

"A typically unhappy customer," Joan observed. The technician donned a pair of
latex gloves and pulled off the sheet. Jewel's inner thighs were wet with her
secretions. The sheet beneath her was soaked. Sondra stared at the thick probe
protruding from her vagina. The technician removed the contact patches from
Jewel's lower abdomen and unfastened her ankle restraints. 

Jewell pulled her knees up, spread her thighs wide and demanded "get that
goddamn thing out of me, bitch! My pussy's killing me!" The technician turned
the knob, retracting the wings into the shaft. 

Jewel sighed and mumbled "That's better!" The technician gripped the probe by
the knob and slowly withdrew it from Jewel's body. Her labia bulged around the
head, which came free with a loud, wet plop. Her body spasmed briefly as her
passion spiked and was violently quenched.

Jewel grimaced and snarled "you just give me another fucking shock, bitch! The
motherfucker who came up with this should have a hundred of them shoved up his
ass!" Joan nodded in agreement. The technician freed Jewel's wrists. She sat
up, slipped off the table and leaned against it.

"It's a very exhausting procedure," Joan told Sondra. "It's like making love
for a long time." 

"Another tough session, Jewel?" the technician asked. "Why do you always try to
fight it?" Jewel thrust her shoulders back and cupped her heavy breasts. 

"I'm all woman, bitch!" she snarled. "You try lying there with a big old fake
cock vibrating inside you and not be able to cum!" Jenny walked over to the
technician and put her face close to hers. "Or maybe your frigid little white
cunt is too dried up to pleasure." The technician smiled.

"It works just fine" she replied. "In fact, it's going to get a workout tonight
while you're lying on your cot trying to remember what a good screwing feels
like." She examined the information Jewel's unit had downloaded before the
charging period began. 

"You had a pretty exciting visit last Sunday, didn't you?" she asked. "Did your
boyfriend come up to see you?"

"Yeah, so what?" Jewel demanded.

"Eleven separate instances of high excitation between noon and two-thirty," the
technician replied. "You're going to lose your visiting privileges if you don't
learn how to control yourself." Jenny gave her the finger and stormed out of
the room.

"Let's schedule your first session, Sondra" Joan said. Sondra looked at the
table and wondered if she'd be able to handle what she'd seen Jenny endure. 

Chapter 7

Sondra was ordered to report to the medical facility four days later. Her
stomach felt hollow while she waited for her turn. Joan finally called her,
handed her a metal box with her name and registry number on it and escorted her
into an unoccupied room. Sondra was shocked to see that the technician who'd
administer her procedure was a man. He stared at her impassively for a few
seconds, then identified himself as Mister Richardson. He ordered her to remove
her slacks and panties and get on the table. Sondra turned away from him and
slipped her slacks and panties off. 

"Face me and listen up," he ordered. He took a long look at her shaved pubis
and slender legs before continuing. "You can leave your shirt and bra on if you
want. Most inmates are more comfortable without them but leave them on if you
like." Sondra left hers on. Being naked from the waist down in front of him was
humiliating enough. 

"I've worked here for three years so I know what I'm doing," Richardson stated
in a flat voice. "Don't bitch and whine and tell me you're uncomfortable.
You're a fucking inmate. It goes with the territory. Don't scream or yell. I
don't like fucking noise."

Sondra hung her clothes on a hook and climbed onto the table. Richardson
secured her wrists. Joan withdrew Sondra's charging probe from the box, held it
up so she could look at it and exclaimed, "meet your date of the next twenty
years." 

"That's too big to fit!" Sondra blurted. She'd expected it to be much smaller.
It looked even larger than the one they'd used on Jewel.

"It will fit just fine once you've had a few sessions," Richardson said.

"You'll stretch to accommodate it," Joan assured her. "In fact, you'll stretch
enough to ruin your muscle tone if you don't do Kegle exercises regularly from
now on. You'll need progressively larger probes as your vaginal muscles
stretch. Intercourse won't be very pleasurable for you or your partner once
you're released. Maybe that's what the bastards who invented this torture had
in mind." Sondra panicked and struggled against her restraints. Joan bent over
her, pushed her shoulders down against the table and held her until she
regained control.

"Try to relax," she said quietly. "Remember, the biggest probe will be a lot
smaller than your babies heads were."

Richardson took the probe from Joan, coated it and Sondra's labia with
lubricating jelly and ordered her to raise her knees, spread her legs and tilt
her pelvis. Joan took one of Sondra's bound hands in hers. Richardson parted
Sondras' labia and slowly forced the probe into her. Sondra gripped Joan's hand
harder, bit her lip and moaned as the head of the probe stretched her. She
sighed and relaxed after it passed the ring of muscle at the entrance of her
vagina. The technician forced the probe in until it pressed hard against
Sondra's cervix, then held it there while he extended the wings. One dug hard
into the top of Sondra's G-spot. The other stretched the back wall of her
vagina. She squeezed Joan's hand harder. Richardson ordered her to put her legs
down and spread them toward the corners of the table. The probe felt even
larger and more uncomfortable when she lay flat. She bent her knees a little
and tilted her hips. Richardson pulled her left leg straight, tugged it toward
the corner of the table and restrained her ankle. He had to work a bit to
position her so that her right ankle was close enough to the restraint to
secure it. Her legs, while nicely proportioned for her five foot, one inch
height, were short. Sondra had never been restrained while making love. She'd
wondered what it was like but never tried it. Now she lay restrained in front
of a strange man. She had never felt so exposed and helpless in her life.

Richardson ran his fingers over Sondra's pubis and lower stomach, sending
little thrills through her despite the discomfort of the probe.

"You're hairy," he chided. "You need to shave the night before your
appointments." He took a disposable razor and shaving gel from a drawer beneath
the bed and shaved her mons. He scrubbed two patches of skin just above
Sondra's pubis with rough cleansing pads, smeared contact paste on them and
attached the electrical pickups to her. He ordered Joan to leave. She squeezed
Sondra's hand and walked out of the room.

Richardson tapped her knee and ordered her to pay attention. He pointed to a
trace on the monitor in the footboard. "Look at this line. It's near the bottom
of the chart. That shows you're minimally aroused right now. The more aroused
you get, the higher the line goes. Watch it during the procedure. Concentrate
on keeping it low. That's a biofeedback technique you need to master. The lower
your arousal, the faster you'll be finished. This bar shows how close to 100%
you're unit's charged. You stay here until it hits the top. You got it?" Sondra
thought about Jewel's session and nodded uncertainly. 

"Aren't I supposed to have a sheet over me?" she asked.

"Normally, yes," he replied. "But there's a notation in your file to tape your
procedures." He pointed to a video camera she hadn't noticed. 

"Why...?" she stammered.

"Who knows?" he asked and shrugged. "It's in the file, so you get taped." He
pressed a button. The probe began to hum inside her.

"It's vibrating!" Sondra exclaimed. 

"It vibrates a little because it charges your unit inductively," Richardson
explained as he pulled off his latex gloves. "Remember, the cooler you stay,
the sooner you finish." He walked out.

Sondra watched the trace rise as her excitement increased. She tried to not to
think about the pulsating probe that filled her or her rising need to climax.
She dug her nails into her palms and pulled hard on her restraints. Her efforts
momentarily dampened her arousal but it soon returned, stronger and more
insistent. She tried unsuccessfully to keep her hips from thrusting. Her
passion rose steadily until the trace reached the trigger level and shut off
her probe. It stopped vibrating. Her negator unit activated and sent voltage
coursing through her womb before her climax could begin. She screamed in pain
and frustration. The trace fell quickly but it began to rise again as soon as
the probe turned on. 

Sondra bucked her hips and moved around as much as she could to try to dislodge
one of the pads so she could finish. They remained tenaciously in place despite
her struggles. She blanked her mind, hoping that would help. It didn't. The
hard wing pressing into her now-swollen G-spot stimulated her relentlessly. She
was very close to climaxing when the extinguishing voltage hit her again. Her
hard nipples ached with unsatisfied excitement.

Joan walked in to check on her after an hour and a dozen cycles. Sondra stared
up at her and licked her parched lips. Joan bent over the table and wiped the
sweat from Sondra's face. 

"You're soaking wet." She unbuttoned Sondra's shirt, opened it and ran her
fingertips over the hot, wet skin just below Sondra's bra and asked her if that
felt better. 

Sondra nodded. Her arousal reached the point at which she could hardly keep her
hips still. She gave in to the need to thrust them.

Joan pulled Sondra's bra up, exposing her breasts. Sondra's passion surged when
the cool air hit her erect Hershey chocolate colored nipples.

"I know they're sore from being aroused so long," Joan said soothingly while
she rubbed them with her palms. "And you're getting sore here, too aren't you?"
she asked as her fingers found Joan's erect clit. Sondra moved against her
fingers until the voltage spike blasted into her. She began to sob. Tears
streamed down her cheeks to soak her already-damp hair. Joan bent over her and
kissed her gently on the lips.

The electronic door lock clicked. Richardson entered and scowled at Joan.

"Can't leave them alone, can you?" he demanded, staring at Sondra's exposed
breasts. "You'd be in seventh heaven here if you could have sex with them,
wouldn't you, dyke?"

Joan bit her lip, pushed past Richardson and left.

"You're not making much progress," he said after glancing at the charge
indicator. "You need to get with the fucking program or you'll be in here all
night." He walked out.

Sondra licked her lips. They still tingled from Joan's kiss. She had never
kissed another woman except in friendship. Joan's lips had felt nice on hers;
soft and strangely exciting. A sudden surge of voltage took her by surprise.
She hadn't realized thinking about Joan had excited her so much. 

Her first charging session took nearly 6 hours. Richardson checked on her twice
during that time. He held a straw to her lips and let her drink some water the
second time, while explaining that she needed to drink enough to keep from
getting dehydrated but not enough to fill her bladder, since there was no way
for her to relieve herself. After the fourth hour, she realized how right he
was about that!

The system finally shut down and paged Richardson. Sondra was so tired she
hardly looked at him when he entered.

"You sure took long enough. It's nearly shift change," he admonished. He freed
her ankles. Sondra pulled her knees up to ease the pain in her hips and the
cramps in her calves and thighs. 

"Spread," he ordered. She moved her knees apart. He twisted the knob on the
base of her charging unit, retracting the wings. Sondra sighed with relief. Her
G-spot throbbed from the pressure of the wing digging into it and being
engorged for so long. Richardson withdrew the probe from her body. Sondra
smelled her musk when the probe came out of her. Richardson bent over her and
stared at her breasts. 

"Please take the straps off my wrists," she asked as coolly as she could. He
smiled and freed her. Her ordeal was over, at least until the next time. 

Chapter 8

Senator Steven O'Connor eagerly tore open the package with a Federal Bureau of
Prisons return address and removed the DVD disk. He buzzed his assistant and
told her he wasn't to be disturbed under any circumstances. He locked his
office door on his way back from loading the disk into a player.

His cock began to swell as soon as he saw his soon-to-be former wife climb onto
the table. It grew painfully hard before her second wrist was restrained. He
opened his fly and began to masturbate when Richardson inserted the probe. He
climaxed the first time when Sondra's first near-orgasm was squelched. He
ejaculated twice more during the next hour. He couldn't remember the last time
he'd cum that often no matter whom he was with or what she was doing to him. He
fell asleep before Jennifer got into bed that night and even her talented and
insistent mouth wasn't enough to arouse him.

Chapter 9

Sondra was summoned to the Watch Officer's office. She couldn't imagine what
she'd done wrong but she knew they could always find something if they wanted
to. The woman told her she had an official visitor. Sondra tried to guess who
it might be. She hadn't spoken with her lawyer since she arrived at Camp Parks
months before and he would have let her know he was coming. 

The Watch Officer told her she'd meet her visitor in one of the
inmate-counselor conference rooms. She buzzed for an escort. The CO arrived
with handcuffs, shackles and a belly chain.

"Why on earth do I need all that?" she asked in bewilderment. She hadn't been
cuffed, let alone shackled, since her arrival. 

The Watch Officer looked at her monitor and replied "this says you need the
jewelry so you wear the jewelry." Sondra held out her wrists. The CO cuffed
her, fastened her belly chain and locked her cuffs to it, restraining her hands
at her waist. She locked the shackles on Sondra's ankles, extended the center
chain to her belly chain and locked it there. She pointed at the door. Sondra
shuffled toward it. The chains clanked and scraped with each with small,
awkward steps. No one was in the room when they entered. The CO pointed to a
chair. Sondra sat down. She left. To Sondra's amazement, O'Connor entered a few
minutes later and locked the door behind him. 

"You look well," he exclaimed with his oiliest smile. Sondra momentarily forgot
the chain. She rose and tried to strike out at him. He watched her display of
impotent rage with amusement. She sat down quickly, flushed with anger and
embarrassment.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"A little fact-finding boondoggle," he replied with a smile. "You know how
unpleasant Washington is in the summer. I needed to get away from the heat and
humidity." 

"Why are you really here?" she demanded, shaking with anger. 

"You never were one to waste words, were you?" he asked and smiled at her
discomfort. Sondra fought to control her anger, afraid to lose her composure
and burst into tears. 

"I wanted to see you in person," he replied. "Now that I've watched a recording
of you during a procedure, I want to see that negator work in person."

"You had a hell of a lot of nerve having that recorded, you sick, twisted
bastard!" she hissed.

"I had to pull some strings but it was worth it!" he replied. "I've watched it
at least a dozen times. I never tire of seeing you try to cum with that thing
sticking out of your cunt! In fact, I've had sex while watching it. It sure
perked things up!" He walked over to her, grabbed her hair and forced her head
back. 

"And just to make my visit complete," he said pleasantly, "you're going to give
me a nice blowjob after we're finished playing."

He reached inside her shirt and bra and cupped her breast. She yanked as hard
as she could on her restraints but she only succeeded in hurting her wrists. He
squeezed her breast, then its twin the he pulled her to a standing position by
her hair.

"I always liked your tits!" he exclaimed. "They're not quite as high and firm
as they used to be but they're still damned sweet!" She continued to struggle
futilely. He ignored her, unbuttoned her shirt and pushed her bra up, exposing
her breasts.

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed! "A little attention has them standing at attention just
like always!" Sondra tried unsuccessfully to cover herself with her captive
arms. He pulled them aside, leaned over and took her right nipple in her mouth.
She stood helplessly while he suckled her into unwanted excitement. She hated
herself as much as she did him as she felt her passion rise. 

He suckled her other breast hard, adding to the excitement she tried vainly to
suppress, then he straightened up and glowered down at her.

"If you'd had the sense to shut up instead of trying to fight me politically,
you'd be in Washington right now, getting it from me or whomever you chose!" he
exclaimed. "But you had to stand up for your beliefs, didn't you?"

He grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, propelled her to a table and forced
her to bend over it with her breasts flat against it. She tried futilely to
kick him when he began to pull her slacks and underwear down over her hips. He
laughed and continued until they were around her ankles. He thrust a finger
into her.

"You really are a hot blooded little bitch, you know that?" he exclaimed in
surprise at finding her wet. "I thought I'd have to work up some lubricant
before I put it in but you saved me the time and trouble!" He pulled down his
pants and underwear, positioned his erection between her labia and slid inside
her.

"Oh, my!" he exclaimed. "You've gotten kind of loose, haven't you? Too much toy
action!" He thrust himself into her. "Damn!" he exclaimed the head of his cock
touched the ring in her hard, swollen cervix. "Feels like you got a damned rock
up there. Missy!"  

Sondra fought to ignore the sensation when he began to move inside her. She
tried to blank her mind to the rising excitement she couldn't control. She'd
had never hated and loathed him more than she did then but she was powerless to
control her libido.

He pounded hard, forcing the table into her captive arms with each thrust. The
chains kept her hands pinned between her thighs. She tried not to touch herself
but she couldn't help it. Her body needed relief far too badly to resist. She
rubbed herself as he continued to piston into her. She wasn't even aware of the
rising voltage in her womb until it hit its peak and shocked it into a series
of painful contractions that also rippled though her vagina. They moaned at the
same time, she with pain, he with pleasure. He ejaculated hard inside her as
her powerful contractions milked him like a tight hand. He collapsed on top of
her when it was over and lay sweating until his breath returned.

He straightened up and exclaimed "God damn if that wasn't the best piece of ass
I ever had! Every woman in this whole fucking country ought to have one of
those things inside her!" He pushed two fingers inside her and felt the slight
trembling in her vaginal muscles. 

Sondra cried soundlessly until he pulled her upright. 

"You're going to have to work hard to get me off again," he warned as he forced
her to her knees. "Don't disappoint me!"

He forced her mouth open by pressing his thumbs into her cheeks and put his
soft, wet cock in her mouth. He held the sides of her head to keep her from
moving away. He got half hard again within a few minutes. She sucked him hard
and tongued his slit to get him off quickly so she could be rid of him. Her
ministrations were rewarded after several minutes with two weak pulses of
bitter fluid. She stood up and spat it out as soon as he pulled away. He
smirked at her while he dressed. 

"I'll be back from time to time," he said as he adjusted his clothing "and I'm
going to urge several of my fellow legislators to do the same." He didn't
bother to close the door when he left. 

The CO entered to find Sondra struggling to dress herself. A trickle of semen
oozed down her inner thigh. The CO helped Sondra pull her panties and slacks
back up and exclaimed "You rich bitches get all the breaks!"


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