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
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 set-up" "My third strike... Life in prison for
prostitution..." "I was drunk, for God's sake. I didn't even know he videod 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 unpleasant 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 Jenny 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. She stared at Jenny'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. Jenny'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
Jenny's lower abdomen and unfastened her ankle restraints.
Jenny 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.
Jenny sighed and mumbled "That's better!" The technician gripped the probe by
the knob and slowly withdrew it from Jenny'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.
She 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 Jenny's wrists. She sat up,
slipped off the table and sagged against it.
"It's a very exhausting procedure," Joan told Sondra. "It's like making love for
a long time."
"Another tough session, Jenny?" the technician asked. "Why do you always try to
fight it?" Jenny pushed 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, still holding her breasts 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 Jenny'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?" Jenny 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.
