Life of the Warden

A second spin-off to "Life of the Perfect Doll" series.

"Warden"

I woke up but as always, it did not feel like I was awake. It felt as if I was drifting in the air but at the same time, my whole body was compressed and unable to move. My penis felt especially tight, as it was trapped in a nub-sized, metal chastity cage and for some reason constantly erect… or constantly trying to be erect. To make things worse, I was compressed not only from the outside but from the inside as well, as I could feel my digestive system being quite full. My eyes were open but saw nothing except darkness and my ears could hear only my heartbeat, breathing and occasional squeaks of overly inflated rubber or plastic that currently surrounded my body and held me in place.

That situation should make me panic… but after going through it a few dozen times I no longer cared, as I knew not much could be done about it. Every day was the same for the last few… weeks? Months? I had no way to tell. No clock, no calendar, no sunlight.

Counting meals could be a good idea… but I did not receive any. Though, from my full stomach I could assume that they force-fed me in my sleep.

Sleep… I tried counting how often I woke up… but after getting to sixty I gave up. It was pointless as well. Most of the time, I was put to sleep after what felt like only a few hours, sometimes I was not even tired. It was possible that I spent just a week here with countless naps… or a year, woken up only once a week…

Trying to figure out the passage of time by the growth of hair could be a good idea… if I had any. Ever since I first woke up there, my whole body was completely bald and never grew any hair. I probably got some full body laser treatment when I got brought here.

Yes, ‘brought here’, I was obviously not here out of my own free will. Also… what even is “here”. That is hard to explain. From what I saw it was some sort of basement? secret laboratory? a sex dungeon? Probably a combination of those but most importantly it was my prison at the moment.

Prison… could it really be it? Some scientific experiment conducted on criminals by the government? Before I ended up in this place I did got sentenced to jail for some… mostly harmless stuff. I was unfortunate enough to be at my friend’s bar during a police raid and well… gambling and drug possession are not treated very lightly where I live but I managed to end up with only one year sentence.

No… that… could not be it… I was supposed to take care of some things and report to the prison myself after a few days… but instead I got kidnapped… or at least I think so. I do have a memory of some car stopping by the front door of my home and of four identically-looking high school girls getting out of it to restrain me and knock me out. At first I thought I got assaulted by a bunch of clones but after spending a while in my current prison, I learned that they all were simply wearing silicone masks and wigs that made them look like clones of the same young Asian girl with long, black hime haircut.

Beep… beep… beep… My line of thoughts got interrupted by a beeping sound that I knew very well. It was a warning and all of my muscles tensed up knowing what was about to happen… which only made me remember one other thing on top of it... The rubber cocoon that I was trapped in was built like an iron maiden. Just instead of sharp spikes, there were countless, tiny, rubber needle-like nubs. While they were not causing too much discomfort through just being in contact with them, they were very noticeable when the cocoon inflated, pressing them a millimetre or two into my body from both sides. Usually, after an hour or so I got used to the slight pain that they constantly cause but it now returned when my muscles began preparing for what was to come.

After the final beep, most of my body got struck with strong electric shocks. Rubber rubs were not the only ‘bonus’ in my inflatable cocoon. To make things worse, there were a few dozen conductive spaces spread around my legs, arms and stomach, delivering shocks with varied patterns and power. The muscles in my legs were moving in a way that would suggest running or jumping but they were not able to move an inch. Similarly my hands uncontrollably clenched into fists and my arms tried their best to bend but to no avail. On top of that, my stomach kept contracting as if my sides were relentlessly tickled. None of the shocks were reaching the point of being unbearably painful but they were forcing my body to move enough for me to feel the rubber spikes surrounding me very well.

It was a very daily occurrence and lasted a couple minutes but feeling your whole body convulse with no way to fight it… is not something that you can get used to. The main reason for such treatment was probably just to cause pain and discomfort… but if I had to look for a bright side… I did not get much exercise or opportunities to move in the facility that holds me, so the shocks could maybe help a bit with preventing muscle atrophy and other stuff.

Psssssssh… The shocks eventually stopped and I heard the sound of air finally escaping my rubber cocoon to release me. The pressure surrounding me suddenly disappeared and the feeling of drifting in air turned into the reality of laying on cold ground inside a body-bag. With my now free hands, I blindly fumbled around the bag to find a zipper and opened it, letting the cold, fresh air to surround me. When I crawled outside, my body was completely covered in sweat that gathered from being enclosed in rubber for long time.

After I sat up, I went through the slow process of detaching a handful of tubes from my body. The nose tubes were feeding me drug-spiked air to put me to sleep or keep me in haze, while the tubes in my anus and urethra were taking away my waste and filling my intestines with large amounts of some thick, nutritional jelly that I was going to feel oppressively jiggling inside me with my every move for the whole day. I really wanted to expel it as soon as possible but I had no way to do so, as my butt-hole was always blocked by a plug with a valve that opened only when the tube was attached. Lastly, I detached the power cord from my chastity… yes… it had some additional functions. Whoever was holding me in this facility could use attachments in my chastity cage to shock me for disobedience.

I finally stood up with my feet on the cold tiles that covered the floor and approached the shower-head that was in the corner of my tiny cell/room. The inflatable bag and the shower were the only things present in there, no mirror, no decorations, no personal belongings. Unscrewing the tap, I clenched my teeth, knowing that only cold water was available. First, I directed the stream inside the rubber cocoon that was my bed to rinse out my sweat from it and flipped it around to dry. Then I began washing myself with it and a bit of soap. There was not much dirt on my body… ever… as my skin almost never had contact with the outside world, always having at least one protective layer separating me from everything else. The lack of any hair also helped quite a lot with the hygiene. The only thing I had to do was to get rid of the sweat that was bound to gather again very soon anyway.

After drying myself, I approached a reinforced door that had no handle, looked up into the lends of a monitoring camera above it and waited. A few minutes later, the door slid open allowing me to enter another tiny room which had nothing except a very simple table, a chair, a turned off monitor on the wall and a locked door on each of the four walls. On the table was spread out my daily uniform, which could be counted as a prison itself.

The uniform consisted of a vest with a pair of moderately sized silicone breasts, tight shorts filled with padding, a rigid corset, leather gloves, sturdy thigh-high boots with a bit of a heel, a black police-like hat, a black latex catsuit and a long, black coat made of the same material, fashioned into a military-ish style with broad shoulders, loose sleeves, two rows of buttons on the front and a waist belt. To top it all off there were a silicone mask shaped like a face of a young Asian girl and a long, black wig. Yes, the mask and wig looked exactly like those worn by the people who kidnapped me.

Simply standing there and stalling would bring me nothing but a punishment, so after a deep breath I dived in and began quickly putting everything on. First, I pulled on the padded shorts and vest with breast forms, before closing the corset around my belly and tying it closed, reducing my waist by quite a few inches. Next, I unfolded the already polished and shined latex catsuit, opened its back zipper and shimmied myself into its already talcum-covered interior, before slowly and awkwardly zipping it up. Then, I pulled on the long, leather gloves and sat down to carefully put on and buckle the boots. Finishing the clothing, I pulled on the latex coat, getting my gloved hands though the sleeves with a bit of trouble and painstakingly closing all the buttons before tightly cinching the belt on my already restricted waist.

Before getting to the final part, I picked up a pair of wireless earphones, stuffed them inside my ears and turned them on. They were long and thick enough to cut away most of the outside sounds and my captors used them to issue me commands during my time out of the cell.

Finally, it was time for the mask. Despite seeing and touching it many times, I still felt weird about it. It was just… a bit too real. Those black eyes, a gentle bit of make-up, a stoic expression and a pristine but slightly porous skin were making it look a bit uncanny with how close to human it was… but lacking a tiny, hard to describe bit. The silicone skin was cold to touch but unnaturally gentle. If someone told me that someone donated the skin from their face to make a mask for art and science… I would probably believe it.

I picked it up and opened the back zipper, revealing the eerie interior. Looking inside I could see the exact shape of a human head but devoid of any features, all in one colour. Well… there was one or two things that were a bit out of place inside it. First, there were two soft six-inch long nose tubes inside it. Second, in place of mouth there was a long, floppy dildo. Obviously, I was expected to put all of those protrusions inside my body. Thankfully, my captors were merciful enough to provide me with a bottle of a Lidocaine spray to numb the interior of my nose for a bit. After applying a dose in each nose-hole, I massaged it in before licking the long tubes to lube them up a bit and forcing them inside my nose. The first time I had to do that raw and with no anaesthesia. I still remember how my eyes were watering from those things going up my nose and down my throat and each time I paused forcing them in I got shocked… Still, even with the help of the medicine it was not great, feeling my sinuses get stuffed, taking away quite a bit of free space inside my skull and compressing everything. To make things worse, the anaesthetic spray did not reach the back of my throat… while both the tubes and the dildo did, holding me on the constant edge of gag reflex.

Eventually, all the protrusions were inside me and my face touched the face of the mask. After pulling the rest of it on me, I closed the zipper and adjusted the positioning a bit to fix my vision. The visibility from inside… was far from great but not tragic. The only vision holes were in the pupils of the mask’s eyes. While it does not sound like much, it is good enough. If I position the mask correctly the holes perfectly align with my pupils, letting me easily see anything in front of me. The only problem was getting used to the fact that moving my eyes was completely useless and that I had to turn my whole head if I wanted to look at something. The vision was probably comparable to what an average horse could see with the flaps on or what someone could see when playing a game with the minimal FOV.

With the mask properly in place, I picked up an electronic padlock and threaded it through the zippers of the mask and the catsuit. It was far from an easy task with two pairs of gloves in the way but after doing it a few dozen times before I could more or less just guess it. After clicking it shut I knew that I would not be able to take any of it off until I am allowed to come back to my cell. As the final touch, I lowered the wig on the mask, brushed it out and secured it in place with the police hat.

Once my uniform was completely on, I took my expected posture, keeping my legs close together, pulling my shoulders back and down and arching my back a bit to puff out my chest. I stood in front of the dark monitor and it finally turned on, showing me how I currently looked though the camera, serving the purpose of a mirror. After all the time spent here, I was slowly starting to forget how the real me looked… but the current me was… well… I could not describe it as anything other than a very fetishistic depiction of a prison guard. Though, because of the doll-like face and shiny appearance… I almost looked like a child’s toy.

On the monitor, appeared a loading bar that indicated that I was being scanned. When it loaded completely, a feminine but a bit robotic voice spoke to me through the earphone. “Scanning complete, visual integrity 95%. Please, tilt the hat ten degrees down and remove that single piece of hair from the right breast of your coat.” I almost had a heart attack. Getting any result below 95% would be harshly punished over the next few days. It was hard to get to it in the beginning. Almost every day I would get starved, whipped, stabbed with dozens of needles like a pincushion… For those people, there was no greater offence than being ‘imperfect’ or ‘non-uniform’. Every single person had to be the same… or at least as close to it as possible. To not test my luck, I quickly removed the hair and tilted my hat down for the next scanning. “Approved. Good evening, Warden. Enjoy a productive day of serving the right cause.” Another door slid open, allowing me to walk out into a dimply lit, long, concrete corridor devoid of any unnecessary decoration.

‘Warden…’ What an odd way to call someone who is treated like the most restricted prisoner… That’s how they call us… yes… ‘us’, as I was not the only one. Judging by the doors that were to my right and left, there was at least a dozen of people exactly like me… but knowing the labyrinth of corridors of this underground facility it was very probable that there were even fifty people such people. Though, I personally never saw more than six wardens at the same time.

“Warden, head to the punishment room number 3. A misbehaving doll awaits correction.” The robotic voice instructed me through the earphone. The countless cameras in every room and corridor were making sure that I took the shortest possible route to my destination. Despite my ears being mostly filled, I could still hear the squeaks of my rubber catsuit, creaks of my leather boots, echoing clacks of my heels and the unnaturally quit beat of my heart.

After just a few minutes, I entered the punishment room and closed the door behind me. As soon as it closed, I could hear a click of an electronic lock making me trapped inside. The room was as rough as the rest of that underground complex. Cold, damp, mostly empty chamber with concrete walls, cameras and speakers in every corner. Loosely hanging, dim lightbulbs were revealing countless whips, chains, cuffs, dildos and other sex toys lining the walls. There was close to no furniture except a simple desk, a pair of chairs and a few wooden storage crates. Calling it a ‘sex dungeon’ would be a bit generous but I guess that was the closest thing.

A door that was on the opposite side of the room opened for a moment. Another warden, who looked exactly like me led in a schoolgirl who looked just like those who kidnapped me in the first place. The first few times, thinking about revenge was a good motivator to justify torturing another person… but I was kidnapped by four of them and already tortured a few dozens of different people. Still, when that realisation came to me, my real captors informed me about how much freedom those schoolgirl dolls have. Most come to the facility only once a week, while getting to have a mostly normal lives at their homes. I was so jealous… They had it so good compared to me and yet they were ungrateful of their situation. I was the real prisoner here, I was the one being punished the most.

As soon as the schoolgirl got pushed inside the room, the other warden walked out and closed the door, probably locking it, leaving me and her trapped together until we play out the cruel fantasy of someone above us.

“Default procedure for now, Warden. Strip and restrain the subject.” After receiving my starting instructions, I picked up a small whiteboard that was laying on the desk and wrote on it with a marker. ‘Take off the mask and skin. The doll is perfect and deserves no punishment. It is meant for the person inside it.’ I showed it to the person in front of me and after receiving a nod of confirmation, I put the board away, folded my hands behind my back, straightened my back and waited, while watching the other person slowly strip.

It was far from the first time. Just standing and watching someone go through the same motions as me, just in reverse. They took off their wig and placed it on the desk. Then unzipped their mask… yeah… they could take it off whenever they wanted, no lock stopping them. As they pulled the mask away from their face and placed it on the desk, it was clearly visible that there were no nose-tubes or dildo inside it, letting the other person smell and breathe normally, maybe even talk.

I looked at the real face of the person inside, curious if it is someone that I know or have seen before… but it was unlikely. I never punished the same person twice. Not because they did not repeat mistakes but because each time they were assigned to a different warden, to avoid any attempts at building relations with them. To my surprise, behind the mask was an actual woman and she appeared to be in her forties. While it was not the first female I encountered here, they certainly were a bit more rare. Also her age… most of the people here were young adults but apparently age did not really matter.

She continued stripping. After taking off her navy school uniform, folding it and placing it on the desk, she unzipped the skin-coloured suit covering her whole body. No, it was not made of rubber like mine but out of thin, breathable cloth that probably could easily be worn almost indefinitely. I was so jealous. It was impossible to survive in my latex skin for longer that four to six hours, completely sealed from the elements, marinating in my own sweat… The others had it so easy.

Despite being a woman, she also was wearing the false breasts, hips and a corset. That was true for almost every person that came here but the sizes of those enhancements varied a bit. Females usually had smaller ones, as their natural features needed only minor changes. From what I could gather, the goal was to give each doll the exact same shape. To help with that, some of the dolls were even given disguised high-heels to give them height comparable to all the other dolls.

Once all the layers were taken off, I could have a good look at what was under them… well… technically she was not nude. Her nipples and areolae were completely covered under small metal disks kept in place by riveted piercings, making sure she receives no pleasure from them. Between her legs I could see more metal, as her pussy was hidden behind a chastity belt with a waist-strap made of thin but sturdy rubber that made it easier to blend in and hide from view.

On her pelvis was a tattoo.

‘Perfect girl since:

_ _ /_ _ /_ _ _ _’

Every person that came here had a similar one. Yet… I was not give one. Maybe wardens were unable of reaching their definition of perfection… Or maybe they were planning to release me after the prison sentence was over? It would make sense to not leave any permanent marks on the body… if that was even the case...

I proceeded with the typical punishment routine, grabbing a pair of sturdy metal handcuffs and locking them on the woman, in front of then body. Next, I went for a long metal chain, attached it through the chain of the handcuffs and threw it over the beam near the ceiling and pulled a bit, before locking it in place, to force the woman to keep her arms high and out of the way.

“Acceptable, Warden. However, one of the last dolls you punished returned after repeating the same mistakes. We expect to see improvement today. To enforce it, in exactly three minutes we will activate the shocking device near your crotch. It will stay turned on for the whole punishment. The insensitivity of the shocks will be opposite to the screams of your subject. The louder she screams, the less pain you will receive.” The emotionless voice in my ears explained. “If you requite inspiration or reasoning, the doll made the following mistakes. She complained about the height of her heels and breathability of her mask. Refused to listen to the chosen music albums for the week. Made her date partner feel unwanted. Make sure she understands her mistakes Begin.”

Listening to music… dates… what?! I was stuck in a basement for eternity with completely nothing to distract me. With either complete emptiness or receiving torture or giving torture… for no reason at all. And some of those people were free to get entertainment and even love?! I knew that all of that was not the fault of the woman in front of me. She had no say about her situation or about my situation… but if I did not do my best to punish her, I would receive fate way worse than her. I had no intention to be a martyr.

I had a few minutes to prepare and some plans were already hatching inside my mind. While I could just begin, I was expected to remind the subject what they were punished for. To do that, I once again grabbed the whiteboard and began writing. It had two sides and I had some time now, so I prepared two parts of explanation for now. After that, I stood in front of the woman and showed her the first part. ‘You refused to walk in the heels that were making you equal to others. After I am done, you will wish to only walk on your tip-toes for a long while.’

Her eyes squinted, then opened very wide, letting me know that she understood the message. I put away the whiteboard, grabbed the chain that was connecting her to the ceiling and gave it a few more pulls. For now she could stand with her feet flat on the ground but after shortening the chain by a few inches, she had to stay on the balls of her feet.

But that part was far from over. I left her for a moment and approached one of the walls with toys, trying to find something specific, wondering if we even have that available… ha! With my limited vision it took me a moment but I finally found a set of candles and a lighter. They were probably supposed to be used for wax play but I had a different idea. I took two of the candles and returned to the girl, kneeling behind her for a moment to place them just under each of her heels. Using the lighter with two layers of gloves on was not an easy task but eventually it turned on and I lighted the knots on both candles before moving them a bit to make sure that the tiny flames were almost touching the woman’s feet but not quite.

As soon as she felt the warmth, she began to struggle, trying to bend her body in a way that would let her move away from the flames under her… but the chain was short enough to make it impossible. At first she was not making many sounds, mainly just stuttering a bit but her feet quickly began to hurt from standing almost on the toes and she began to whine and eventually talk. “P-please! I beg you, stop th…” BEEP I could hear her starting to beg for mercy but after an electronic beep, everything went quiet. Her mouth was still moving and I could more or less guess what she was trying to say but there was not much I could do about it. “We detected unwanted distractions from the subject, so we activated the noise cancelling in your earphones to help you focus. Also, three minutes just passed, the shocks will begin.”

With that, I got struck by an electric shock that made my knees bend. I could see the girl fighting, clenching her teeth and whining but apparently that was far from what was expected by the people above me. My every move was filled with pain. The shocks were forcing my legs to fall to my knees but I was forcing them to walk. I needed to lower the insensitivity a bit to buy myself more time. Powering though the pain, I approached the section with whips, grabbed a standard leather cat o’ nine tails and made my way back to her, to quickly strike her across her back.

While I could not hear, she did open her mouth widely and the shocks went down to such a low level… that they were even a bit pleasant, as the slight electric current was making the muscles around my penis clench and release in a pattern similar to masturbating. It was far from enough to bring me anywhere… but it was the only true pleasure that I felt in a long time here.

Unfortunately, it lasted only a few seconds. The woman clenched her teeth again and the shocks were rapidly increasing in strength. I was probably more afraid than she was. She was just receiving another punishment, I was at risk of getting electrocuted to death. Without a second thought, I struck her thighs a few times, making the shocks dull down again to pleasant level.

For a good few minutes I continued targeting her back, chest and thighs to keep the nice sensations for myself… but the shocks were very slowly building up, while the woman’s movements were slowing down… Oh no… I was being too harsh. If I make her pass out from the pain, there will be no sound at all and the shocks will suddenly jump to their maximum and knock me out as well, if not worse.

I continued to whip her but at half the strength. The pleasure turned into a slightly numbing pain but I needed to give her time to recover a bit. That predicament was forcing us to co-operate but she had no way to know that. The whip should already be switched for something else, to focus on other parts of the body… but if I left her with nothing for too long it would be bad for me. I felt bad about it but with no other choice, I used my boots to move the two candles even slightly closer. While they were doing no damage yet, the shocks disappeared for a bit, giving me a chance.

Despite the need of being quick, I was still expected to maintain the proper posture and movements of the warden. As much as I wanted just to dash for what I needed and come back, I had to march toward the desk with militaristic precision. From it, I picked up the whiteboard, a plastic bag and a ribbon from the uniform that she came here in. As soon as I returned to her, I quickly got the candles completely out of the way and gave her a few hard spanks, just to keep her screams going.

I grabbed her by the face and forced her to look right at the whiteboard that I was holding, to make sure she reads. ‘You complained about stuffy air. What if you get none at all?’ The shocks were already picking up, so I quickly pulled the transparent plastic bag over her head and loosely tied it around her neck with the ribbon.

The bag itself was quite big. An average person can easily survive for two minutes just holding air in lungs… but the bag was basically doubling or even tripping the lung capacity, meaning it was safe to leave it on for around six minutes. It was far from life threatening or painful but with each breath the bag rustled loudly and clung around her face, what apparently was enough discomfort to let her imagination go wild and beg for mercy once again. Instead, I pushed the candles back into place under her heels and prepared for the next steps. I did not know how long they wanted me to keep that punishment going but I hoped that punishing each of the four things would be enough.

Among the tools available, there were earphones. When I first saw them weeks ago, I was quite surprised by their presence but I eventually checked their purpose and saw that they were attached to an MP3 player filled with loops of uncomfortable sounds. Quite a fitting punishment for not wanting to listen some dumb song for teenagers. I wiped the whiteboard and scribbled something related to that.

Dating… How can someone be punished for being a bad date? Normally being left is punishment itself but… I assume that she was not dating fully out of her free will. Still… how to punish that? Doing something unpleasant to her sexual parts could be some way to do it but that was difficult with a chastity belt in the way. I glanced in the direction of the girl to check out how she was doing. The plastic bag on her face was already completely fogged up with the moisture from her breath… but she still had a lot of strength to fight, so there was still a bit of time.

With not many ideas coming into my head, I approached a simple medical cabinet that was on the wall. I remembered being instructed to use aphrodisiacs stored inside it before. Maybe that would be enough to be considered punishment. I opened it and looked for the right bottle… Damn, they had a lot of different stuff in there. Some of the substances stored inside even felt a bit illegal… yeah… it could not be any government experiment or alternative prison system… However, among the few obvious substances, I spotted something odd but familiar, cinnamon essential oil. Most would not understand why it would be even put among the other things… but I had the questionable pleasure of testing it once when I was in highschool. During a ‘truth or dare’ game, my friend dared me to rub a single drop of cinnamon oil on the head of my cock. It sounded like the most harmless thing ever, so I went to the bathroom with the bottle and did not even pretend to rub it on… and well… shit. I still remember the burning and stinging sensation on my penis that lasted for a good few minutes and was refusing to go down despite me purring cold water on it. Yeah… it was an idea… I grabbed it from the cabinet… as well as a bottle of spray for burns.

I came back to her. Both her face and feet were turning very red, so it was time to stop those things. After untying the scarf, I threw the plastic bag to the side and showed her the whiteboard again. ‘You did not like music… but way worse sounds exist.’ I put the earphones in her ears and checked the playlist. I was not certain if anything specific would be best, as I never heard any of the files before but I saw one named ‘high frequencies’. When I turned it on, the woman closed her eyes tightly shut, clenched her teeth and tears began to slowly float down her face… was it that bad? I took one of the ear-phones out of her ear and got it close to mine. Despite the noise cancellation, I could hear a continuos, sharp sound that was stinging my ear… it had to be quite bad… but I placed it back in her ear.

Her mouth soon opened and she got loud enough to once again turn my shocks into pleasure. With that, I quickly extinguished the two candles under her feet and took them away, before loosening the chain holding her to the ceiling a bit. The girl decided to test that bit of freedom and placed her feet flat on the ground… but only a second later she went back on her toes. Yeah, her heels needed recovery. I was not sure if there were any actual burns on them but I did not want her to actually end up with any long-term damages, so I applied a very generous amount of anti-burn spray on her feet.

The eyes of the girl were still closed shut from the discomfort of the noise in her ears. With my gloved fingers, I forced one of her eyelids open and showed her the whiteboard once again. ‘You were not pleasant for the person you dated, so no pleasure you shall receive.’ Yeah… did not really have good idea for the last one but it was better than nothing.

I opened the tiny bottle, knelt down to her crotch and carefully tapped it to make a few drops flow behind the shield of her chastity belt. For the first few seconds there was no reaction… then she tensed up a bit… then began to kick and scream. At that point, all that was left for me to do was just wait for a few minutes, until her pain finally stops. While cinnamon oil could make it feel like your crotch was on fire and full of needles… it was completely harmless.

Just in care, I took the whip back in my hand but when the woman finally calmed down… there was no shock. “Acceptable performance, Warden. You can remove restraints. Before you let your subject go, replace her normal mask with one that has nose tubes. You will find it in box number 5B.”

As instructed, I took off her handcuffs and helped her walk to one of the chairs to let her rest. I picked up the mask that she left with her clothes and began looking for that box among the storage containers. Inside it was an almost exact same mask to the one I had in hands but it indeed had the nose tubes inside. Though, they were at least half shorter than the ones I had in my mask. Even when punished, that person had it better.

I came back to her and placed the replaced mask on her pile of clothes. After writing ‘Put uniform and face back on, we are done for now’ she began silently putting everything back on. Once she got to the mask, she looked inside it at the new additions and complained… but my ears still could not hear anything. “She might need a little push to accept it.” The voice in my earphone suggested. I shrugged, grabbed the mask, pinched her nose and not-so-gently forced it on her face, before quickly closing the zipper and placing wig on her. To not make her my problem any more, I led her to the door she came from and pushed her out. The door unlocked for a second to allow me to let her out and closed again as soon as she was away.

“Clean up after the correction, then await further instructions, Warden.” After receiving that order, I began putting everything back in its place. Closing the oil and spray before putting them back in their marked spaces in medical cabinet. Hanging the whip back on the wall. Connecting the MP3 player to a charger. Putting candles away and wiping any spilled wax. It was not a long process, maybe ten or so minutes but I received no further command when I finished. While there were chairs that I could sit down on… I preferred to stay up and march around the room a bit, using whatever time I had with my movements free from my sleeping cocoon.

Despite doing it many times already and despite trying to reason it… I still felt bad about what I was doing to all the people coming down to the basement. While it was not fully my choice to punish… I did have a choice to be more gentle… but thought only about myself.

Still… that woman could face fate way worse than a few bruises and burns. Sometimes my captors were forcing me to help with ‘disposal’ of dolls that were not possible to fix and reform. Those… those did have it worse than even wardens. Their suits were more similar to ours, made out of rubber, full of electrodes and tubes invading the body. While they looked almost like all the other schoolgirls, we were putting them in vacuum sealed transparent sheets, making them completely motionless… forever… only to be hanged on the wall in the storage area and connected to life support, as the people behind it all did not want to go over the line of actually ending someone’s life.

I was part of the discarding only a few times… but the visions of what I saw were still sometimes haunting my dreams. I knew that those people were humans but the way that they were packed and put away… they looked like nothing more than dolls on a shelf in a toy section of a supermarket. Me and other wardens were also just toys in the hands of those people… but they at least ‘played’ with us, letting us sometimes leave our boxes…

It was one of the main reasons I never tried to rebel against my captors. They not only had everything planned out and secure, making resistance futile… they also were fully prepared to make a person disappear and turn their life into complete void of simply existing for years. Being someone’s toy was far better than being no one’s toy...

Trying to tell the passage of time… was not easy… but I made a few dozen laps marching around the room and contemplating, before any further commands arrived. “Warden, three students volunteered to help with cleaning the facility. They are waiting at the elevator. Keep an eye on them and make sure they work properly. Use of force permitted.” A message finally arrived and one of the doors opened. With use of force being suggested, I equipped myself with one of the whips, even if just for the intimidation factor, and walked out onto the short corridor leading to the main crossing of the facility, with the elevator right ahead of me and three once again identical schoolgirl dolls waiting, appearing quite lost.

Ah… the elevator. Probably the only thing separating me from freedom. Unfortunately, it required a key to operate and automatically turned off if a warden was nearby. Though… I never got to use it or see what was above me… Maybe there was another elevator after it or a set of heavy doors. Maybe the others were just slightly less trapped than me… They were right in front of me… but we had no way to communicate… That whole thing made me regret not learning the sign language.

I gestured for the other dolls to follow, led them to the broom closet and pointed to the tools. As much as I appreciated having others clean up instead of me… it did feel a bit pointless. The underground part of facility was rough and ugly anyway and the only dirt that could appear was on the boots of the dolls that were sent to be punished, as everything else was sealed and contained.

Still, orders were orders and I had no way to question them. The robotic voice in my earphone was telling me which corridors and rooms should be cleaned next and I was observing from a bit away to make sure they did not miss a spot. All that was to do was to just sweep the floors and dust some of the furniture. With all of them looking the same and with every corridor looking the same… the whole thing was mind-numbing. They were not even giving me a reason to use the whip. I just had to keep standing in place next to them with my back straight, looking intimidating.

It was taking forever… I was even almost sure we cleaned the same corridor twice… but I was finally instructed to lead them back to the elevator and return to my quarters. It was one of the few rare cases where I was actually glad to be back in my cell.

As soon as the door to my room locked, my zipper unlocked and I freed myself from the prison of rubber and silicone, spilling a few hours worth of my sweat on the floor. Fortunately, I did not have to clean my uniform. I just left it on the table like each time, as apparently someone else was tasked with doing its maintenance.

After a quick, cold shower, I climbed back into the deflated rubber sack, connected my chastity to a charger and connected all the tubes to my body, before closing the zipper. I was laying there motionlessly for a few minutes and the sack eventually began to inflate, trapping me completely in place. While I was physically tired from all the rubber and walking in high heels… I did not really feel like sleeping… but it was not for me to decide. I was there for five minutes… ten… and then heard the hiss of sleeping gas slowly being released, to trap me in another nightmare until I am needed again...

End.