Chapter 5
The chartered cross-country flight was uneventful except for the complaints of
other inmates. Sondra tried unsuccessfully to sleep. Her fear and the discomfort
of being secured by cuffs, shackles and a belly chain kept her awake. A prison
bus and van were waiting on the runway when the plane stopped. Sondra and the
male and female guard escorting her were the last to deplane and the only ones
who got into the van. The early morning drive to the government medical center
was uneventful. She managed to sleep fitfully until they arrived. The van
stopped in front of the entrance. The female guard opened the door, unlocked her
right wrist from an eyebolt mounted to the side of the van and ordered her to
get out. The tall step to the pavement was difficult to negotiate with her hands
cuffed, her ankles shackled and a belly chain joining the other chains. She
barely managed not to fall. She tried to ignore the stares of the staff while
the officers escorted her through the corridors to a windowless room where a
doctor and a technician waited.
"We've got a new victim for you, doc," the male officer exclaimed. They removed
Sondra's restraints. The doctor ordered her take off all her clothing except her
bra and sox, lie on the table and put her feet in the stirrups. Sondra undressed
self-consciously. Her brief stay in confinement with its communal showers and
strip searches hadn't acclimated her to being naked in front of strangers. The
officers watched and whispered. The male was obviously enjoying the sight.
Sondra climbed onto the table and put her feet in the stirrups. One of the
guards locked her wrists in restraints fastened to the sides of the table. The
doctor trimmed her pubic hair, covered the area between her navel and thigh-tops
with jell and shaved her with a disposable razor. She was thankful that he only
nicked her twice. Sondra watched the technician remove the negation unit from
its package, place it on a stand and test it to verify that it was operating
properly. Satisfied, he immersed it in a beaker of betadine.
"This is where it gets good," the male guard told his partner. "He's gonna put
in the snatch spreader!" The woman grimaced and slapped his arm. Sondra turned
her face away from them and tried to forget they were there. The doctor removed
a speculum from an autoclave, lubricated it and her labia with sterile jelly and
inserted it. She flinched when the cold metal slid inside her. The officers
jostled each other for a better look while the doctor spread her painfully wide.
She tried unsuccessfully not to cry while he dilated her cervix. It felt as if
she was being torn apart despite the injection he'd given her to ease her pain.
"Jesus, he's really strretching that thing, isn't he?" the male guard exclaimed.
He'd seen the procedure twice before and enjoyed it more each time. He adjusted
his erection through his pocket. His partner thought about her first pelvic exam
and shuddered.
The doctor removed the negation unit from the beaker, lubricated it and inserted
it in her cervix. Sondra cried out in pain while he forced it deeper intro her
womb until it disappeared. He took a C-shaped surgical steel staple an inch in
diameter from the beaker. He explained that it would prevent expulsion or
removal of the negator. He pressed the sharply pointed ends against the sides of
her cervix. Sondra felt an dull burst of pain when the metal pierced her cervix.
He used a special tool to form the "C" into a ring.
Her pain began to subside but she suddenly felt like she was in labor as her
womb contracted in an attempt expel the invader. Her contractions occurred a
half-minute apart for the next twenty minutes, then gradually subsided as her
body grew accustomed to the presence of the unit and ring. The doctor watched
her cervix bulge with each contraction. He removed the speculum after her
contractions ceased. The doctor waited patiently until she relaxed and told him
the pain was gone. He unrolled something that looked like an extra large condom
with a small opening, placed it on a long nozzle attached to a can of aerosol
foam and inserted it in her vagina. She felt it expand, filling her completely.
It felt like he was fisting her by the time he stopped inflating it. He removed
it ten minutes later after the foam had hardened. She asked what it was for. She
nearly climaxed while it scraped over her G-spot as he withdrew it despite her
discomfort and embarrassment.
"They'll use it to make a probe that will fit your body perfectly" he explained.
He held it in front of her face and pointed to an indentation at the top. The
impression of the showed clearly. "This cup will fit over your cervix. The probe
will recharge your unit inductively, test it and download your history file."
"Someone is going to put something like that inside me?" she asked.
"At least twice every month," he replied. "More often if they think it's
necessary. It varies from woman to woman." Sondra's heart sank. She wondered who
"they" were. The doctor told her to lie still and try to relax. He and the
technician watched the screen for a few minutes. The male officer continued to
gawk at Sondra while he furtively touched himself through his pocket. His
partner did her best not to stare at Sondra. The analyzer beeped.
"OK, I have the resting baseline," the technician announced. The male guard
nudged the other one and whispered something Sondra couldn't hear. They leaned
closer and stared intently at her.
The doctor told Sondra "now I need you to have an orgasm. Don't fight it. Let it
happen."
She looked at him in shock and blurted "how do you expect me to do that lying on
this uncomfortable table with a piece of metal in my womb and four strangers
staring at me?"
"You have no choice," he answered. "The sooner you finish, the sooner this will
be over. That's what you want, isn't it?" She nodded and closed her eyes. She
had only managed to have one weak, unsatisfying orgasm during her confinement.
She needed a real one badly.
"How many fingers do you like inside?"
"Two," she replied softly, flushing with embarrassment. He inserted two gloved,
lubricated fingers.
"Here and here?" he asked, rubbing her urethral opening and G-spot. She nodded.
"Do you like to have your clitoris stimulated or is it too sensitive?"
"Gently, on the right side," she replied. The doctor knew what he was doing. His
touch was gentle and insistent. Her body soon responded despite her
embarrassment the ache from the ring and the strange sensation of having
something inside her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation of
his fingers gliding over her most sensitive places. The technician stared at the
screen and commented on her progress.
"Looking good, looking good," he said as the analyzer showed her excitement
increasing. "Won't be long now. We have a go for launch!" he exclaimed,
parodying a NASA space shot when her blood flow and muscle tension increased. He
announced "we have lift off!" just before Sondra's hips began to buck. Her
orgasm cascaded rapidly into a series of strong vaginal and uterine
contractions. The doctor stopped masturbating her when the analyzer beeped. She
felt a powerful urge to replace his fingers with her own to make her climaxes
continue. She gripped the sides of the table tightly until her arousal began to
diminish. To her amazement, the foreign presence in her womb and the stinging
ring through her cervix heightened the experience. "That's one hot bitch!" the
male guard exclaimed in awe.
"Excellent response!" the technician said. "Never saw one more clearly defined!"
The doctor instructed him to play back the electronic record of Sondra's climax.
They watched the green trace on the display signifying her arousal building,
plateau in a series of sharp spikes, then dissipate. Sondra looked at the
screen. The colored bar charts and traces meant nothing to her but she rejoiced
at how good she felt after finally having her sexual needs sated.
"Her orgasm reached about 9 at its peak," the technician said, holding a pencil
against the screen.
"Switch to real-time monitoring," the doctor instructed. The technician typed a
few commands. The display switched to indicating what was happening inside
Sonrda's body. The doctor pointed to a trace and told the technician "notice
that she's maintaining around 40 percent arousal." He turned to Sondra and asked
if she normally had multiple orgasms. She nodded.
The Male guard poked his partner with his elbow and whispered "nor for long!"
"The recommended activation threshold setting is 30 percent. The recommended
extinction threshold is 65," the technician said. "Where do you want me to set
her levels?"
"Set the activation threshold at 50 percent arousal and the extinction threshold
at 90." The technician looked at him quizzically.
"I prefer higher settings to keep them from getting shocked unless something's
really happening," the doctor explained. "Why make it worse than it has to be?"
The technician shrugged. Two other doctors with whom he worked used settings
lower than the recommendations. He thought they were both hard asses, especially
the woman, but he didn't care what the numbers were. He nodded, entered the
settings and downloaded them to Sondra's unit. The analyzer beeped, signifying
completion.
"Now let's test it," the doctor said. He looked down at Sondra and said "I'm
going to stimulate you again. I want you to let yourself have another climax.
Tell me what you're experiencing." He began to masturbate her.
She had always been multi-orgasmic. Each climax made the next one easier and
more intense until she finally succumbed to exhaustion. Her excitement built,
following a steeper trajectory than the first time. A prickly, tingling
sensation began in her womb. The technician watched the analyzer and interpreted
the displayed results for the doctor. He watched Sondra's face as he masturbated
her more intensely.
"Passing activation threshold. She ought to be feeling it now."
"Tell me if you feel anything unusual," the doctor ordered without pausing. His
gloved fingers made wet, sucking sounds moving in and out of her.
"I feel something..." she said between panting inhalations.
"Keep talking to me." He massaged her G-spot with one hand and stimulated her
clit with the other.
"Yes, now I definitely feel something strange," she said. He continued to
masturbate her. He vaginal muscles gripped his fingers, attempting to draw them
deeper.
"Oh, it's starting to hurt!" she exclaimed as the voltage from the unit
increased at the same rate as her arousal. She panted and moved on his hand.
"Try to finish!" the doctor exclaimed.
"Passing 85 percent," the technician declared. "Maximum voltage should begin...
NOW!"
Sondra screamed "Oh! God! It hurts!" Tears squeezed out of her tightly closed
eyes. The doctor masturbated her harder and faster, trying to force her body to
respond despite the pain. Sondra screamed more shrilly and bucked her hips in an
effort to dislodge his hands. The analyzer showed her arousal dissipating
rapidly.
"You'll feel that pain each time you get close to having a climax, Sondra," the
doctor said. "You need to avoid situations that might result in sexual
excitement from now on."
"Christ, she won't be able to have sex any more?" the female guard asked her
companion.
"I've heard they can fuck with those things inside them," he replied and winked,
"but they sure as hell don't have much fun doing it!" The pain subsided quickly
but Sondra's womb continued to ache.
"It's still doing something," she told the doctor. He and the technician looked
at the analyzer.
"No, that's just cramping from residual muscular activity from the shocks," he
explained. "Most women are bothered by cramps until they've had the unit for a
while. After that, you might experience some cramping during your period. You'll
get used to it."
He fished around the bottom of the beaker with a pair of clamps and pulled out a
ring similar to the one in her cervix. This one had a steel tag the size of a
silver dollar suspended from it. He held the tag up so she could read the
inscription. "Negation unit inside this inmate is the property of Federal Bureau
of Prisons. Tampering with or removal is punishable by 20 years in prison and a
$100,000 fine." An inscription on the other side contained her name, federal
registry number and a warning that intercourse with her was a felony. He
stretched her right outer labia outward, held the ring against the base of it
and attached it. It stung badly but it hurt far less than the cervical ring had.
He pulled off his gloves, poked his chin toward the guards and said "the show is
over. You may escort her back to the holding cell." They freed her wrists.
Sondra got up, turned her back to them and dressed. The disk was uncomfortable
inside her panties. She positioned it to hang out through the leg hole. Her
ordeal was over, for the time being.
Sondra remained aware of the thing inside her after the cramping stopped but it
didn't bother her until her third night. A sudden pain deep inside her woke her
from an erotic dream. She touched herself. Her clit was erect, poking out of its
sheath and her labia were moist and swollen. She lay still and tried
unsuccessfully not to think about the dream or her need for release. She finally
pressed her fingertip to the base of her clit. Another shock lanced through her.
She moaned, rose from her bunk, walked the four steps to the bare metal commode
and sat on it. The cold, hard metal helped her suppress her desire.
