{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"79917450-1a55-43d1-97ab-73ad42e40ce1","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2026-03-28T20:16:37.612Z","title":"Public Oral Punishment for Sophia","slug":"public-oral-punishment-for-sophia","shortId":"9uYgK6IJ","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Sophia Laurent, a young woman with a penchant for public displays of affection, finds herself in deep trouble when she's caught performing oral sex in a public park. Her reckless behavior leads to a series of humiliating punishments, including a year-long sentence of wearing a custom inflatable phallic gag and a chastity belt. Her journey through public shame and sexual denial is a tale of her descent into a world of constant humiliation and unfulfilled desires.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"f11d141e-04cf-4bc8-b3df-5aa9d7b49031","title":null,"summary":"Sophia Laurent had always been reckless with her body, but at twenty-one, with her massive double-F ","wordCount":2164,"readTime":11,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Sophia Laurent had always been reckless with her body, but at twenty-one, with her massive double-F tits and a face that could make men forget their own names, she believed the world existed for her pleasure. That bright afternoon in the woods behind the old mill, she was on her knees in the dirt, lips stretched wide around her boyfriend’s cock, sucking with wet, greedy abandon. The sun dappled through the leaves, birds sang overhead, and she never heard the approaching footsteps until the police officer’s boots stopped inches from her face.

“Public indecency. Lewd act in a family park. You’re under arrest.”

Her boyfriend fled like a coward. Sophia was left with cum still glistening on her chin as cold handcuffs snapped around her wrists. She was marched out of the trees in nothing but her tiny shorts and crop top, breasts bouncing heavily with every humiliated step, past joggers and dog-walkers who stared and whispered. By the time they reached the station she was flushed crimson, her panties soaked with a twisted mix of shame and unwanted arousal.

The holding cell was cold concrete and steel. They stripped her, hosed her down like livestock, and left her naked on a bench overnight. No phone call. No comfort. Just the growing dread that this time she had gone too far.

Three days later the courtroom was packed. Sophia stood in an orange jumpsuit stretched obscenely across her chest, nipples visibly hard against the thin fabric. The silver-haired judge listened as the prosecutor laid out the evidence: bodycam footage, witness statements, her two prior warnings for public exposure.

The sentence was delivered without mercy.

“Miss Laurent, since you enjoy having things in your mouth in public, the court will make that your permanent condition for the next three hundred and sixty-five days. You will wear a custom inflatable phallic gag, molded to your exact oral dimensions, capable of full internal expansion to completely seal your mouth and throat. It will be locked with a secure timed padlock set to release exactly one year from fitting. No removal. No tampering.”

Sophia’s stomach plummeted.

“You will also be fitted with a permanent metal chastity belt, welded in place until the same date, to prevent any further unauthorized sexual activity. Your uniform, to be worn at all times outside your residence, will consist of a tight black PVC micro-miniskirt no longer than six inches, sheer black stockings with garter belt and suspenders, a skin-tight white PVC crop top with no bra, and six-inch locked stilettos. The chastity device will remain visible beneath the skirt. Any attempt to cover it will result in immediate public flogging and sentence extension.”

The gavel slammed. Bailiffs dragged her, kicking and screaming, to the punishment wing.

The fitting room was mercilessly bright. Two female technicians and a male doctor waited. They bent her over a padded steel table, wrists and ankles locked wide. Cold lubricant was smeared between her legs. The chastity belt’s heavy steel plate was pressed against her shaved pussy, the front shield crushing her labia flat while a thick, heavily ribbed anal plug—larger than anything she had ever taken—was forced slowly into her ass. The waistband ratcheted tight; sparks flew as the lock points were permanently welded. The weight settled between her thighs like a cruel anchor, every tiny shift making the plug grind deeper.

Next came the gag. Her head was clamped back in a dental chair, mouth pried open. The monstrous silicone cock—eight inches long, veined and realistic—slid past her tongue and down her throat. The pump hissed. The shaft inflated, ballooning outward until her tongue was crushed flat, her cheeks bulged slightly from within, and every gap was sealed. Her jaw was forced painfully wide. She could breathe only through her nose in short, panicked gasps. The heavy steel padlock clicked shut around the reinforced straps. The digital display lit up: 365 days, 00:00:00. It began counting down.

They dressed her while she sobbed silently. The PVC top stretched like a second skin over her enormous breasts, nipples poking obscenely. The micro-skirt barely covered the tops of her ass cheeks, flashing the gleaming chastity belt with every movement. Stockings clipped to the garter belt. Stilettos locked onto her feet.

Outside, cameras flashed. The crowd jeered. “Smile, cocksucker!”

The first year was an unending descent.

Solid food was impossible. Every meal was a humiliating liquid shake pumped through the small port in the gag’s base. Her jaw ached constantly, muscles burning from the permanent stretch. She could not speak—only desperate nasal whimpers. Walking in public became torture: the micro-skirt flipped in any breeze, exposing the steel cage; her heavy tits swayed freely, drawing catcalls and laughter. The anal plug shifted with every step, keeping her in a state of constant, low-grade arousal she could never satisfy. Nights were worse. She would lie in bed, hips bucking uselessly against the unyielding belt, tears soaking her pillow while the gag turned every frustrated sob into choked nasal snorts.

Weekly compliance checks grew sadistic. She was forced onto all fours, skirt flipped up, while officers photographed the intact locks and commented on the constant wetness glistening on the shield. One liked to flick her exposed nipples until she squealed through her nose. Another slapped her plugged ass and laughed at how desperately her body tried to grind for relief.

By the final month the countdown had become her obsession. She stared at the glowing numbers for hours, rocking helplessly, edging herself against nothing until the sensors logged every desperate attempt.

At midnight on what should have been release day, the padlock chimed. The numbers froze, then reset.

366 days.

A red message scrolled: COURT-ORDERED EXTENSION – BIOFEEDBACK TAMPERING DETECTED. EXCESSIVE EDGING ATTEMPTS RECORDED. ORAL RESTRAINT RELEASED AFTER 24 HOURS. CHASTITY BELT AND FULL UNIFORM EXTENDED BY 60 ADDITIONAL DAYS.

Sophia thrashed on the floor, tits bouncing wildly, nasal screams trapped around the inflated cock. For twenty-four more hours she remained gagged and broken while the clock counted down the final day of her oral sentence.

Exactly twenty-four hours later the gag released. A flood of backed-up saliva poured from her mouth as the cock deflated. Her jaw screamed in agony as it tried to close for the first time in over a year. She could speak again—barely—her voice raspy and slurred. But the chastity belt, the massive anal plug, the micro-skirt, the tight top, and the visible steel cage remained locked for two more months.

The public humiliation was now worse. She could beg in broken words, and strangers loved making her answer.

“Still can’t cum, whore?”

“Yes… please… I need it so bad…”

The two months crawled by in a haze of denied need and public shame. When they finally ended, Sophia was feral with desperation. She had no job, no money, no dignity left. Her body craved cock like oxygen.

She turned to sex work within weeks—alley blowjobs for cash, quick car fucks, anything to feel full again. She advertised as “the girl who already did a year locked—now she’ll do anything.” The hunger only deepened. She needed to be used, filled, owned.

That was how the undercover officer found her on a humid Thursday night behind the old train station. On her knees in the gravel, skirt hiked, lips stretched around a thick cock, moaning actual words—“Please cum down my throat, I need it so bad”—when the badge flashed and the cuffs clicked.

The second trial was shorter and colder. The same judge looked down at her with pure contempt.

“You were given every chance. Instead you chose to become a common whore the moment your mouth was freed. Five years. Full term. No early release.”

The new punishment was engineered for total ruin.

The chastity belt was replaced by something monstrous: heavier steel, welded permanently around her hips. A thick, heavy-gauge ring was punched through the head of her clit. A massive ten-inch ridged silicone dildo—thicker than her wrist, covered in pulsing nodules—was locked inside the belt and forced deep into her cunt until it pressed brutally against her cervix. Internal motors were programmed to edge her relentlessly at random intervals, never enough to let her cum. The clit ring was chained to the dildo’s base so every movement tugged painfully on her pierced nub. The anal plug was replaced by an even thicker, heavily ribbed version that stretched her wider than ever. The entire device was sealed forever.

A spiked chastity bra clamped over her massive breasts, its inward-pointing spikes digging into her soft flesh the instant her nipples hardened. The skin-tight black latex bodysuit was vacuum-sealed over her body, glossy and suffocating, with openings only for the chastity and bra. A three-inch-wide steel collar riveted around her neck in huge raised letters: WHORE IN PUNISHMENT. Six-inch locked latex boots and automatic fist-mittens that curled her fingers into useless balls for twelve hours every day completed the uniform.

The mouth gag was upgraded to pure cruelty: a full-face steel device with a thick solid shaft bolted permanently through her jaw and deep into her throat. A tiny breathing tube kept her alive; her tongue was pierced and locked to the underside. She would never speak a clear word again for the full five years.

They sent her straight to The Pit, the state-run brothel for punished offenders. Her job: permanent cleaning staff.

For five years she was to crawl from room to room on all fours, latex gleaming, collar clanking, spiked bra biting deeper with every movement. The massive dildo churned inside her, keeping her perpetually edged while she mopped up puddles of cum from floors and walls after every client. Men stepped over her, deliberately dripping fresh loads onto the tiles she had just cleaned. The fist-mittens locked at random, forcing her to scrub with her elbows while tears streamed down her hooded face. The constant denial ate her mind alive.

By month six she was broken beyond repair. The desperation had become insanity. She crawled to the supervisor’s office, pressed her forehead to the floor, and activated the emergency petition through the gag’s limited voice-to-text.

“Please… Your Honor… I can’t take it anymore. I’m too dangerous. Lock me away forever. Put me in the insane asylum permanently. Make it worse. Make sure I can never escape my punishment. I surrender completely.”

The judge granted it within the hour.

Transfer was immediate.

At Blackthorn Asylum they stripped her of the brothel latex and fitted her for permanent commitment. The spiked chastity bra and steel belt remained. A thick black latex straitjacket was wrapped around her torso, locking her arms tightly across her chest and pressing the spikes even deeper into her breasts. The permanent steel gag was riveted in place, unremovable. Heavy steel ballet boots with six-inch spiked heels were welded onto her feet; the soles were lined with hundreds of short, sharp inward-pointing spikes so she could never stand or walk again—she could only crawl or be carried.

The final touch was the tight latex hood: seamless, black, with padded ear plugs and a built-in blindfold panel that locked down for exactly twelve hours a day. For the other twelve hours the panel retracted and a high-definition screen inside the hood blasted nonstop porn directly into her eyes—endless loops of women being fucked and cumming while Sophia remained forever denied. The audio screamed moans straight into her ears at full volume.

They carried her to her permanent padded cell and chained her collar to a steel ring in the center of the floor. The door hissed shut.

Her new existence began at once.

For twelve hours every day the blindfold sealed her in total darkness. She felt only the crushing latex straitjacket, the spiked bra biting into her tits, the massive dildo randomly pulsing inside her, and the thick anal plug stretching her ass. She could not move her arms. She could not stand. She could only lie there and suffer.

For the other twelve hours the porn screen lit up, forcing her to watch beautiful women orgasm over and over while her own body burned in endless denial.

The staff were encouraged to “interact.” Orderlies would jerk off onto her hooded face, smearing thick loads across the latex until it dripped into her breathing tube and she had to swallow or choke. Others would yank the front of the straitjacket open just enough to piss hot streams directly onto her chastity belt, soaking the area and leaving her marinating in it for hours. Female nurses sometimes squatted over her and added their own spit or other fluids, laughing as she thrashed helplessly.

Time dissolved. Six months became a year, then two, then five, then forever. Sophia existed in a loop of latex, steel, spikes, and denial—blind and helpless half the day, forced to watch others cum the other half, constantly edged, constantly humiliated, constantly reminded that she had begged for this.

She had asked the court to lock her away so she could never hurt anyone again.

The court had granted her wish with clinical, merciless perfection.

There would never be release.

There would never be an orgasm.

There would only be the endless, suffocating, dripping, denied existence of a permanently broken whore who had willingly condemned herself to an asylum of her own creation.

Forever.

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