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The Prisoner

Chapter 16

Chapter 16.

On their release from the punishment room the squad went for lunch. Not
surprisingly their appetites were somewhat subdued as they sat uncomfortably at
the tables. The afternoon roster showed a Physical Training session from 1330 to
1500 and they soon congregated back at the accommodation block to change into
the appropriate dress.

Stewart was surrounded by naked females as they all stripped from their school
dress. Daley commented that she had no idea what would be considered correct for
a male, all Stewart could do was to see what the female prisoners were wearing
and try to find a male equivalent from his pile of clothing. The females dressed
in their panties, a short white pleated skirt and a thin tight sleeveless vest
pulled over their bare breasts that affixed to a band in the skirt waist with
velcro. Stewart was surprised to see that no one wore a bra, then he remembered
the rule that specifically banned their wearing during physical exercise. On
their feet they wore short white socks and white trainers. Stewart selected a
pair of short white shorts over his under pants, a white singlet vest and short
white socks and trainers.

Daley jogged the squad over to the gymnasium. It was a large warm room capable
of containing nearly a hundred female prisoners for exercise. The floor was of
sprung wood. There was a large clear area and to the far end of the room there
were rows of exercise machines. These included rowing devices, stationary
bicycles and treadmills. Three walls of the room were lined with full length
mirrors and the fourth long wall was covered in climbing bars. A smell of stale
girl-sweat hung in the air from previous groups of prisoners.

Daley had her squad line up facing the mirrored wall while they waited for the
arrival of the wardress. They stood in the "at ease" position, nervously eyeing
each other in their reflection. They snapped to attention as the door at the far
end burst open and in walked Miss Norville who was to be their trainer for the
session. She stood in front of them with her hands behind her back. She was aged
around 25 years, average height, a firm muscular body and pointed breasts with
very short fair hair. She was dressed in trainers and short socks, a short black
pleated skirt and a thin white cotton vest. Around her waist was the inevitable
symbol of her authority, a leather belt from which hung her strap and prodder.
She eyed them up and down. Even more ominously, before she had placed her hands
behind her back, the squad had all noticed that she was carrying a leather belt
arrangement in her left hand.

" A mixed class I see ", she said looking at Stewart. " This will be your first
session with me in charge so let me acquaint you with what I expect. I intend to
work you hard, very hard. A lack of basic fitness is not an acceptable excuse
for slacking. You will carry out every exercise to the limit of your stamina and
you will stop only, ONLY when I tell you to. I shall punish any lack of effort
immediately. Finally I would remind you that persistent lack of effort will
result in your being sentenced to a session of remedial PT which you will find
even more unpleasant. Whilst on the subject of unpleasantness, I have an
understrap here that one of you will be wearing on the orders of Miss Kenton.
Farrell, step forward!"

Farrell was made to drop her panties and raise her skirt in front of the whole
squad. Miss Norville quickly fastened the waist strap and reaching between her
legs, pulled up the crotch thong with its strategically placed knots and
fastened it to the elastic tab at the front so that it was tight into the labia
and crotch. This resulted in an audible gasp from the prisoner. She was then
ordered to replace her panties over the cruel device and take her place with the
rest.

The session started easily enough with a series of warm up exercises. The squad
bent stretched and waved their arms to the orders of their young gym mistress.
Then the real work started. The first exercise was running on the spot but they
had to raise their knees to waist height, requiring double the normal effort.
Miss Norville called out the time: "Up Up Up Up Up" every few seconds whenever
they slowed down in the slightest. Fortunately for Stewart he was in a
reasonable condition thanks to the weekly gym training he had taken when still a
free man. Looking in the mirror he could see that several of the squad would
soon be in real trouble. The short overweight girl he had noticed during the
group caning was already breathing hard and her unsupported breasts were
violently flopping up and down under the thin vest looking more like water
filled balloons and making her balancing very difficult. Her plump thighs were
pumping hard with her small white panties visible most of the time. All the
large breasted girls were grimacing as their boobs jiggled and bounced. 

When the wardress had demonstrated the exercise at the start it was obvious from
the restrained firmness of her breasts that she alone was wearing a bra, and
probably a firm support style one at that. The prisoner Farrell's breasts were
conveniently small and firm and caused her no distress with bouncing. However,
from the anguish on her face, the understrap was causing considerable discomfort
even at this early stage as her legs pumped up to the waist high position and
the leather thong and knots chafed her labia crotch and anus.

The order came to stop and the girls stood, breathing heavily. Miss Norville
quickly demonstrated a star jump with rebound followed by a legs together with
rebound and ordered the squad to start. The exercise seemed to be designed to
cause the maximum discomfort to the larger breasted prisoners. To the count
"andĦ­ oneĦ­ twoĦ­ threeĦ­ four, oneĦ­twoĦ­threeĦ­fourĦ­" from the wardress, the
prisoners leapt up and down with their legs apart then together with their
breasts becoming more and more desynchronised from the rest of their body,
flopping and swinging, seemingly to their own exercise routine. Eventually the
first girl, a tall blonde, stopped jumping and stood, gasping for breath,
clutching her breasts protectively.

Miss Norville called "stop" and ordered the girl forward to stand at the
present. She calmly withdrew her prodder and walked over to the breathless
prisoner inserting the end of the rod into the right armhole of her vest until
it was firmly pressed into the underside of her breast. An almost inaudible
click from the rod was followed by a squeal of pain from the victim and a leap
into the air. Casually Miss Norville walked around her and repeated the shock to
the underside of the other breast with the same result. She then told her to
bend and grasp her ankles. She worked the tip of the prodder under the clenched
panties until it was pressing against her anus. This time the girl nearly fell
forward as the sweat damped anus conducted the shock. Finally, replacing the
prodder on her belt she unhitched her strap and laid three stingers, right
across the existing weals on the top of the prisoner's thighs before ordering
her back in line.

The exercise was resumed with even more vigour by the squad until the order to
"Stop" was given. All the prisoners were now sweating heavily with their vests
and panties feeling damp. Wet patches were starting to appear under their arms
and between their breasts and the smell of heavy exertion filled the hot room.
Unknown to the prisoners the room temperature was deliberately increased to
around ninety degrees during sessions to increase the level of physical
discomfort.

Without respite the exercises continued. Press-ups where the torso had to be
lowered until the breasts were squashed into the wooden floor, then lifted well
clear. The short fat girl had real problems with this and received the tip of
the prodder pushed down the front of her vest so that it was trapped under the
weight of one of her massive breasts. On the command "Up" Miss Norville
inflicted a shock, which had the overweight female positively leaping up to the
support position.

Next came the cycling. Lying on their backs with the thighs in the air supported
by their hands and elbows the legs were "cycled" at whatever speed took Miss
Norville's fancy. For poor Farrell this proved almost impossible, but after a
series of shocks from the prodder into her sore crotch, she found the necessary
control of her senses to "pedal" just as hard as the others did. Even harder
than the cycling was the exercise where they had to continue supporting their
buttocks in the air and slowly part their legs to the maximum; hold them there
for a count of ten, then slowly close for another count of ten. Stewart could
see several girls in the mirror either side of him. Their skirts were raised and
their white pantied crotches were fully spread to his gaze. Their thighs were
trembling with the strain and one girl tried to lower her legs before the count
to ten thus earning herself a prodder sting on each inner thigh.

A short break was granted halfway through the period that gave them all five
minutes to regain their breath. They were drenched in sweat, with their hair
damp and stringy as they stood around a water fountain drinking copious amounts
of iced water. Stewart was relieved to find himself amongst the fittest in the
group. The tall black girl was undoubtedly an athlete but the others were
already shattered and exhausted with the larger breasted girls in some
considerable discomfort with their sore mammaries. As for Farrell, as well as
the exhaustion she was suffering, it was obvious from her legs apart stance that
the understrap was living up to it's reputation as an instrument of great
discomfort to a female.

All too soon the break was determined to be over and the PT wardress recommenced
training the prisoners. Six were ordered on to the stairmaster exerciser and the
other six, including Stewart were told to mount the treadmills. All twelve
machines were started simultaneously and had soon accelerated to a fast pace.
Three of the runners, including Daly, were suffering almost immediately as the
jogging movement caused movement to their large breasts which joggled in time to
their feet hitting the moving pathway. Stewart glanced at the reflection of
Farrell who was on the stairmaster. Her screwed up face indicated that this was
not a pleasant exercise for a female who was under-strapped . The subdued
whirring of the machines continued with the only other sounds to be heard being
those of breathless females, pounding feet and frequent groans of pain and
discomfort.

The machines slowed and stopped. A sharp blast on the whistle and the prisoners
obediently changed places on the exercisers and the misery resumed. By now they
were all sweating heavily. Stewart's vest was damp but most of his female
prisoners were soaked. Their bare breasts were clearly visible through the thin
cotton of their tops and their nipples had all been chafed to erection by the
material of their vests. The air in the overheated gym was heavy with the raw
smell of sweat.

The female in the worst state was undoubtedly the short fat woman. Now pounding
her feet on the fast moving treadmill, she was past caring about the discomfort
caused by her breasts bouncing. Her face was running with sweat and eventually
she stumbled and fell. Instantly the belt was stopped and Miss Norville ordered
her first to her feet and then told her to lie face down on a leather bench.
While the other team members felt relief at this break for punishment, the girl
concerned, still gasping for breath, trembled and shook with fear as she waited
for the inevitable.

"This will be your last chance girl, any further slacking and you will be sent
for remedial PT which will make this session seem gentle." Miss Norville
intoned." As it is your legs that seem to be the problem, it will be your legs
that I shall hurt. Grip the top edge of the table with your hands and keep your
legs tight together."

The strap was unclipped from the wardresses belt and Miss Norville took up a
position to the left of the girls legs. She carefully lifted the skirt up to the
waist and then pulled the short socks down as far as she could. Each prisoner
speculated to himself or herself as to where the strap would fall. The tops of
the sweating podgy thighs would seem the most likely target. However, the strap
was raised and then brought whistling down over the centre of her plump calves.
The surprised prisoner bucked and yelped but held her position. Twice more the
strap fell in exactly the same part of the lower leg. Anyone present who doubted
the sensitivity of that art of a female's anatomy was soon disabused of the
belief by the twitching and moaning from the victim.

Following a pause of around a minute, Miss Norville announced that her second
punishment would now follow. Coldly and deliberately she brought the strap down
another three times, exactly over the rising weals from her previous assault.
Desperately the girl gripped the edge of the table. Her whole overweight body
wobbled as she tried to absorb the pain without moving her position. At one
point her feet lifted as her knees bent to protect her legs but mercifully Miss
Norville did not comment. The second that the last stroke of the tawse had
flattened her calf muscles, the squad was ordered back on to the treadmills and
the misery continued.

Eventually the time was up and the prisoners were allowed to dismount from the
equipment and form a line in front of the instructress. They stood at attention,
sweat running down their bodies and still fighting for breath.

" You may think that you have had a hard time today, but believe me, you will
soon learn that this has been an easy session." She said." Like it or not you
will be fitter under my tuition than you have ever been before. Next time I will
be paying particular attention to those of you who were caught slacking today
and the penalties will be severe. You have been warned. Farrell step forward."

Farrell was then told to drop her panties. Miss Norville casually undid the
waist strap of the device, unclipped the front fastening and moved to her rear.
She ordered Farrell to the attention position and her legs clamped together. We
could all see what was about to happen but could do nothing to help our fellow
prisoner. With one quick snatch she pulled the understrap free of her crotch and
between her legs causing a scream of pain from the poor girl. She handled the
wet leather at arms length as she dismissed the squad to their showers.

They all rushed into room and quickly stripped off. The females all groaned with
frustration when they removed their damp, sweat soaked panties.

"How in the hell can we hope to pass a spot inspection with these?" asked one."
When they dry with our body heat they will stink."

Daly took the lead and said that their only hope was to wash them with their
bodies in the shower, wring them dry as best they could and then hope against
hope that they wouldn't be checked before they had dried themselves. The other
items could be legitimately laundered that night. With that they all climbed
into the open shower cubicles and stood under the hot water as they washed the
sweat from their exhausted and aching bodies. 

To be continued.



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