Dash's Imprisonment

Where the main elevator traverses nearly five miles toward the core of Equestria, a secondary elevator travels downward more like a normal elevator should. Every twelve or so feet constitutes a floor, and from this point five miles down another 25 floors existed. This first floor was sanitation, and in this new elevator Dash could see a variety of floors headed downwards. Most of the floors were just marked as prisoner storage, though some had other purposes such as plumbing, electrical, monitoring, or life support. Dash watched the floor number count downward as they descended. They stopped at the 25th floor down, the lowest level labeled as high security.

The twenty-fifth floor was one big room, and Dash guessed it was at least fifty feet across in each direction. Were her wings not as devoid of feathers as her body was of fur, the tall ceiling of about ten feet would have allowed her to fly around this room for exercise. In the middle were the mechanical devices and displays that monitored every prisoner on this floor and transmitted the data upwards to where it was monitored.

The most shocking to Dash was the lack of apparent prison cells. She had expected something jail-like, bars and tiny cots, stallions cat-calling at her, and perhaps slimey drains. Each wall was a grid of heavy metal doors that looked like they belonged in a morgue. They were stacked five high to the ceiling and fifteen deep from wall to wall, which meant that 300 ponies could be housed on this floor alone and there were at least fifteen floors.

Dash might have marveled more at this if she were given time to think clearly, but while she pondered all of this the guards had already lead her over to the far wall.

“Six left, two down, that’s her. 25-4-06-02.” The doctor pulled the door open and a large tray slid out, which he grasped in his magic to lean against the wall below it. Dash noticed now that every door had a number, and no other identifying mark. She saw a computer display the doctor wheeled over which had that same number, Dash’s new identity, on it. Below that it listed basic information, nothing that would identify her beyond her gender, race, and a brief description that said little more than her fur color and length of her sentence.

The guards were moving again and Dash had to hurry to shuffle over with them to a large frame on which the small bed pulled out of her alcove had been laid. Something pricked her neck and Dash jerked her arms away from the guard to try and reach up to see what it had been. She felt a warmth spread through her body, followed by a tingling as her muscles grew limp and hard to control. With the ease of men who had done this hundreds of times before, they had quickly removed her shackles, and laid the naked pegasus on the gurney.

She wanted to protest, to say something, but found herself unable to do anything more meaningful than move her eyes around. Even now as she wondered what they were doing, Dash could do nothing more than wait in silence to find out first hand.

The guards removed her muzzle, and one of them grinned. He leaned down to kiss her, parting her lips with his tongue to taste her saliva. He pulled back after several seconds and looked at the other guard. “I’ll be the last stallion who can say they’ve kissed Rainbow Dash, unless you’d like to?”

“I’m good, let’s just get this over with.” He pulled open a drawer on the side of the gurney and pulled out a large gag and began to spread a lubricant over it. Dash tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, worried it might be some further advance from the guards. For the first time she knew what it was like to be truly helpless, yet couldn’t resign to her fate. She had a much better idea now what this place was, which rumors were true, and the thought of being sexually teased for years on end was one that excited and scared her.

The guard grabbed Dash’s mouth and moved it around loosening it. He tilted her head back using a small grove on the table to help line everything up, and began to push a large dildo into Dash’s mouth. Her eyes went wide, pupils dilated, in shock at the sheer size of it. She had been with some well-endowed stallions in her time, but this looked more like the large novelty toys one purchased when genuinely curious exactly how large of a toy you could fit inside yourself.

The rubber toy was coated generously in a silicon-based lubricant and stretched her jaw as it slid in. Dash felt it push against her throat and stop, expecting to gag but the paralyzing agent took care of that concern. One guard rubbed Dash’s throat and adjusted her head slightly while the other wiggled the toy, and it resumed sliding in.

To her horror, Dash realized she couldn’t breathe. The toy was so large, stretching even her throat, that no air got past. She blinked her eyes furiously to try and alert the guards, who were paying no attention. She could feel the toy sliding further down, as if it was intent on reaching her stomach, before she felt her teeth slide into a groove and a rubber face guard rest against her cheeks.

She felt a rush of fresh air hit her lungs, not realizing how but grateful for it anyway. A hole in the outer center of the gag ran inside the toy and attached to an opening on the side of the toy, positioned right over her airway. She saw that the breathing tube extended several inches past the front of the toy, and was surprised to see the guard put a finger over it blocking her air and then push down. A moment later Dash could feel something moving in her throat, and inflate against her vocal chords, silencing them until the inflated tube was removed. Though she couldn’t have tried to speak while paralyzed, she would never again know the sound of her voice so long as this gag remained in her.

The guard adjusted Dash’s head, which was now stuck slightly extended upward by the thick dildo gag, feeding, and breathing tube combination that completely filled her mouth and throat. At least it was designed not to stretch her jaws, her teeth now fit snugly into grooves that held everything perfectly in place. Her tongue pushed against a small depression on the underside of the toy, and that small amount of free space was the only movement she’d be able to make once the paralysis wore off.

The guard rubbed Dash’s throat, which now bulged just enough to be visible from the outside. “I always enjoy that part the most, you can feel it right here.” The guard pushed against her throat, motioning to the other guard, “as if she’s stuck deep throating a stallion like a good little slut.”

The doctor shined a light in Dash’s eyes and adjusted something on the front of the gag. “Perfect fit, now we’ve got to do the nose.” The doctor had a small tray with a syringe full of a thick green gel and a blunt tip, and two rubber black stoppers attached by a small bit of plastic to one another.

The doctor handled this part, keeping an eye on Dash’s reaction as he began to inject the gel into her nasal cavity. It was more liquid at room temperature, sloshing around the back of her nose and tickling Dash fiercely. Her eyes watered as she struggled to laugh, squirm, or somehow evade the sensation, but it was useless. She felt an odd sensation as the gel dripped down the small tubes leading to her ears, filling her ears up one drop at a time.

As the gel warmed to body temperature, it became a little more solid, less prone to slosh around or drip back out if Dash was turned over. It was by only the loosest definitions of “not permanent” that this gel was approved for use on inmates. When inmates time was served the gel could be removed, it just took a few months for sense of hearing and smell to return as it ever so slowly came out.

So Dash laid there, amazed by the sensation of this thick gel that now seemed as solid and part of her as her own bones, completely filling her nasal cavity and blocking all sense of smell and hearing. Her eardrum and the bones within were gently, but firmly, encased in gel. The doctor stuck the two small black rubber stoppers into Dash’s nose. They fit perfectly flat against her nostrils, and a small bit of gel was wiped off the nose.

From another drawer a small set of earplugs was pulled out, and the doctor was quick to fill a little gel into each ear canal and stick an earplug in. The plugs, both nose and ear, were designed to adhere to the gel so that they could not fall out on accident. Perhaps they were a bit too effective, themselves being only by liberal definitions easily removable.

Dash had blinked most of the water out of her eyes, seeing that the guards and doctor were talking but unable to hear them. She marveled at the fact that not even the faintest sound could be heard, not even her own heartbeat which seemed to be stolen away by the thick gel. It was so effective that she wondered if that incredibly faint sound was her heartbeat, or just her imagination filling in the blank in a desperate attempt to have something to hold onto.

Her eyes were left alone for now, as small a mercy as she would be afforded here. For the doctor, Dash’s eyes were the only way her could monitor his patient while she was prepared for her prison term.

More roughly than she had been handled so far, Dash was turned over to her side and her left leg pulled up to her chest. She felt someone prodding at her backside and realized a gel was being applied. Dash already felt violated, even before the toy she knew was coming had touched her. The only distraction was a faint tingling as the doctor cast the first of the spells that would be placed on her, this one meant mostly to monitor the insertion of the toy.

He had in his hands a toy that might have horrified her had she seen it, or perhaps excited, for the largest toy they had by far was the rubber snake-like contraption that had been designed to completely fill the pony’s large intestine. Considered rather erotic by some, it was a horror to others, but a necessity for the inmates. The nutrient mixture the inmates lived on produced very little waste, so little that it could be handled almost entirely by the kidneys. The toy and gel would fill her almost completely, leaving just a drain to handle the rest.

Dash winced as the toy was pushed against her rear, the sphincter not as incapable of movement as the other muscles on her body she felt it involuntarily constrict. After waiting a moment for it to relax, the toy began to advance again. The unicorn continued to use his magic to guide the toy, pushing in further until Dash felt so full she would burst.

There was a strange feeling, pressure building and coldness, followed by a wonderful relief. After another cycle Dash realized they were taking care of her needs for her, clearing out the way for the toy, with an enema. She marveled at the concept that anything could possibly remain inside her after her visit to sanitation. Before any solace or enjoyment could come from the nice, almost empty, feeling she felt the toy advanced again.

Dash began to feel like she had feasted at Thanksgiving well past the point a sensible pony would stop, her stomach now felt like she could burst if she tried to bend over and touch her toes. The toy had been inserted completely, nearly three feet of rubber tube coated in lube, and bent into the shape of her intestine.

The doctor had finished inserting the tube and the two guards rolled her onto her stomach. She tried to groan in discomfort, but only succeeded in laying limp as a dead fish on the bed. One of the guards shifted her head and began to line up her wings.

Two thick rubber bags, shaped like diamonds, were laid beside Dash on the table. These wing binders had only one opening at the top, and the guards had to carefully fold and pinch Dash’s wings into small bundles to slide them into the thick rubber. The rubber was lined with small electrodes, wires ran through the rubber to small leads near the opening. Dash thought she felt the difference in the texture of the wing binders but was not sure what it meant.

Once the wings were fully inside the binder, a small tube was attached to each near the openings. A machine whirred and the air was sucked out of the wing binders, the rubber sealing itself around her wings until they were compressed so firmly that with the help of a simple spell, the growing of new feathers would halt completely. Her wings would be preserved, unmoving, as rigidly sealed in rubber as if they were stone wings on a statue. Small electrical currents would pass through them to provide some stimulation to prevent what would otherwise be certain atrophy of the delicate parts of the wing muscles.

Dash marveled at how meticulous they were in their work, wondering how long it had been but having no way to gauge the time. She wondered how easy it would be to lose track of time when they were finished if she couldn’t track it now.

Her thoughts ended as they rolled her back over and spread her legs. Dash had given up on feeling shocked or surprised, quite clear in her mind were the visions of where this was headed. So when the doctor slid a tube into her vagina, she was hardly surprised. It wasn’t until a sharp sensation, deep in her being, brought tears to her eyes.

The doctor and the insidious tube had found her cervix. Not meant as a two-way street, only in pregnancy did the cervix admit passage in one direction. With a little insistence from the practiced doctor, the tube penetrated it and entered her womb. Dash felt a familiar pressure as gel was pumped in, gel that quickly set and became more firm. It left her feeling twice as full as the other toy had, this time as if she had swallowed a turkey whole.

She thought her stomach would burst, and indeed, given the location of her womb and the amount of gel pumped in to fill it, Dash would have seen a bulge as if she were pregnant. Luckily for Dash, she could not see anything but the blurry ceiling lights through her watery eyes. She would have lamented the bulges appearing under her toned athletic body, ruining a figure she had spent years honing to perfection.

If the guards noticed, it only heightened their arousal. Not only were they getting to see this pony lay naked before them, but to watch the interesting ways in which they prepared ponies for decade or longer sentences was better than any bondage movie the two might have rented.

Dash didn’t feel the tube withdraw from her cervix, and it didn’t occur to her that the gel in her womb could only be removed by a similar procedure. It was as solid as any other organ in her body, the same temperature and a permanent fullness she would learn was as natural as any other part of her.

When the doctor slid the dildo in, Dash could for the first time realize the arousal she was feeling. With each procedure, it grew slightly, yet there had been distractions. The pinches, the fullness, the shock, it had all dulled her arousal before. Now, the dildo with its ridges and bumps rubbed against her wet lips. The person inserting it was one of the guards, who had taken the chance to push it in and pull it out several times for his own amusement. In the process, Dash had enjoyed each thrust despite her inability to move.

Once the toy was pushed in, and mercifully left there, the doctor inserted a tube into her urethra that seemed to pinch her in a dozen places at once. It settled in quickly, a bulb inflated, and Dash thought it was done. However, she began to notice a burning and stretching sensation as the double-layered tube inflated. Given her strict confinement, a normal catheter was prone to collapse and block the flow of urine. Her eyes teared up as she was stretched wide open, imagining they were trying to fit a golf ball down into her bladder. The pain stopped but the burning continued, and the bulb was inflated further. She wished desperately to tear the catheter out and end the discomfort. At last the tube was attached to the dildo toy for future use. Through another tube gel pumped into Dash’s vagina, bonding with the dildo and packing yet another of her body cavities full. The toy, the catheter, and Dash’s vagina were now a single piece to be used as deemed necessary throughout her confinement.

Dash huffed through her breathing tube, feeling the horny moans stolen from her throat by the gag. She was helpless to do anything about the unbidden arousal growing in her loins from the more direct stimulation. No sooner had the thought of her clit occurred to her did Dash feel the doctor poke at it. Something rubbery and feeling like a suction cup latched onto the nub, feeling lubricated yet sticking firmly to it. There was a brief faint buzz as it was connected to the dildo from which it would draw power, sending a pulse of warmth through Dash’s body down to her fingertips and toes.

To keep this all the toys and tubes in place and organized, the guards slid a pair of rubber panties up Dash’s legs towards her groin. The doctor sprayed a version of the gel over Dash’s groin, the cold gel hardening almost instantly as they warmed up. The rubber was pulled tightly against it, and the tubes adjusted until Dash couldn’t feel them amidst the rubber and the gel. They would both run out a small hole in the rubber in the back, outside the rubber of the eventual catsuit, to the apparatus monitoring her. All she could feel was the toy and the gel, which seemed to dull her sensitivity somewhat.

It wasn’t until a brief test of the toys that Dash got a taste of what they could do. The large anal toy inside her expanded in waves that rolled from one end to the other. The dildo seemingly thrust and grew without moving, and the suction device over her clit gently hummed and buzzed, able to both vibrate or shock at will.

Dash felt close to orgasm, the inability to move and the sudden stimulation pushing her closer than she might ever get again. It was short-lived, but enough to leave her body warm and to notice muscles twitching as the paralysis slowly wore off.

While she started to flex her fingers she felt the guard on one side and the doctor on the other lifting her arms. They each slid a smooth black rubber mitten onto her hands, quickly trapping both under the thick latex. Her fingers were curled into fists around a small rubber core inside the mitten, which was adjusted with some tugging and twisting by the guards. The mitten fit very tightly but there was no lock, and if she had half an hour she might have worked the mittens off.

Before she realized it, there was a pinch along her calves as a catsuit was rolled up her legs. Hands pushed against the latex smoothing out the wrinkles as it was tugged farther up. She wanted to to ask them to be a bit less rough but so far had only succeeded at wiggling some toes and fingers. Her ability to move wasn’t coming back nearly fast enough to be of any use.

So Dash watched as well as she could from the corners of her eyes, staring down across her bare breasts towards her legs. She felt that the rubber was lubricated, quickly sliding up both legs at once. It was tight enough that she wondered if they had her measurements in advance. They stopped at her hips to adjust the many tubes and toys that ran through the area. The base of her tail, robbed of all the rainbow hair, was inserted into a small rubber pouch.

By the time the catsuit was stretched up to her belly button she realized it had no zippers, being neck entry. The guards smoothed out the rubber over her groin, adding a lot of pressure to the large dildo which seemed to vibrate softly in response. She tried to arch her back and moan, but the faint whistle of air coming out her breathing tube couldn’t be heard.

The guards continued upwards, bringing the catsuit up just above her breasts and stopping to maneuver her arms into the sleeves. Lube was applied to the mittens so they would slide through the sleeves easily. The end of each sleeve was narrow and tightly sealed over the mittens to hide the fact that they were separate pieces.

With her arms in the sleeve the suit almost sealed itself the rest of the way up to her neck as everything fell into place. Now her hairless body had been replaced by a glossy black finish that hugged her every curve so tightly it was indistinguishable from her skin. With the suit coming to just above her collarbone Dash’s ordeal was almost over.

The doctor came back and spoke with the guards, and Dash was left to wonder what they were saying as she tried to read their lips.

“Alright attaching the monitor and orgasm denial collar,” the doctor stated. He clipped the titanium band around Dash’s neck, ensuring a perfect fit. It rested against her flesh just above the rubber. As soon as he attached it, a nearby display on her storage unit on the wall lit up, displaying her vital signs.

Inmate # 99,876

HR 122 RR 24 BP 132/86

Orgasms denied: 0

Days remaining: 5,475

Dash couldn’t notice anything special about the collar, and her world was about to be pitched into darkness as a large rubber hood was prepared for her. The guard stretched the neck wide open and lowered it over her head. The doctor passed the necessary tubes through small openings in the mask and helped seat it properly.

Once the guard let go and smoothed it out, the featureless rubber hood hid the small bulges of her ears and indents of her eyes. Her nose was the only feature prominent enough to stand out. Inside the hood, small rubber pads rested over her eyes, and indents sat around her ears.

Dash managed a small wiggle of her arms and legs in response to her remaining senses being cut off. She couldn’t see, hear, or smell. All that Dash could taste or feel was rubber. She wasn’t sure if the embrace of the tight rubber or the large toy that seemed to be slowly changing sizes inside of her aroused her more.

The guards prepared another table with an oval ring and clear rubber a millimeter thick on it. For bondage uses such thick rubber would be overkill, but for keeping a prisoner firmly trapped for years at a time it was perfect. Dash could only wait in the darkness as they prepared the frame of a vacuum sealed bed for her.

She felt them lift her and move her a short distance, though she couldn’t decipher any other changes. She laid there wondering if she was in her cubicle as the doctor made connections to power, air, and food for her incarceration.

As Dash waited, she noticed a weight on top of her. The top half of the frame was attached to her and the guards went around it, screwing several bolts into the frame to seal the two halves together. She was able to move just enough to realize she was trapped between two sheets of rubber while feeling the faintest vibrations as the guards worked on the frame.

Without the ability to hear, Dash didn’t notice something was off until a weight pressed down on her body. She tried to call out for help but was unable to get enough air. The breathing tube was longer now, and it took her more effort to breathe through it, causing her to feel a bit lightheaded. At the same time the weight was increasing across every inch of her body. It felt like she was pinned under a mattress, and then an elephant. As her imagination ran wild she felt air flow through the breathing tube, a system assisting her to breathe under the pressure.

One of the guards had to adjust his pants to deal with his growing erection at the sight. In front of him under a thick layer of rubber was trapped Rainbow Dash, a perfect figure in tight black latex sealed under clear rubber in an unmoving embrace for the next 15 years. He ran his hands up and down her sides, despite the fact she wouldn’t feel it in the slightest.

With the help of both guards, the doctor was able to lift the frame up to the prison cubby on the wall. It looked more like a drawer in a morgue at first glance, but there was no bed in it. Instead, the frame of the vac bed slid into slots on the side where it was gripped, and then rolled all the way back into the slot in the wall. Dash was suspended by the rubber, part of the reason it was so thick. Inside the hole for about six inches in any direction was empty space, just enough to store one unmoving prisoner and allow them to struggle and squirm for exercise.

As the door closed, Dash was only aware she’d been moved again but didn’t feel the pressure of a table beneath her. She squirmed and wonder what was going on as the toys activated.

Outside only the doctor remained to ensure everything was working and to monitor the vital signs.

Dash could feel the specially crafted catsuit sending small jolts of electricity into her muscles, coaxing her to squirm and flex her muscles. More urgently was the buzzing vibrator in her pussy and ass, both of which seemed to have swollen to twice their original size. At least, it felt that way and Dash had no way to tell from within her rubber cocoon. It built up in speed until she couldn’t ignore it, and then suddenly the toys shrank until she wondered if they could fall out.

She was a bit frustrated by now from all the erotic stimulation involved in her imprisonment, realizing she had years to pace herself and not caring. Dash wanted the toys to swell back up so she could orgasm, and maybe get a little sleep if it was possible. It’d been a long day, but there were more tests to perform.

There was a sudden jerk that moved the metal frame of her vacuum bed very slightly as electrodes shocked her nipples and clit. Small sensations of tingling spread through her body and grew, until she recognized them as electrical shocks of growing intensity. Dash struggled, finding it quite useless at allowing any movement but very helpful in increasing her arousal rapidly. The rubber didn’t seem hot and she hadn’t gotten sweaty, thanks in part to the nearly freezing temperatures around her as the small cell’s air conditioning unit went to work.

Free of any distractions from the outside world, her entire universe existed solely in the sensations of touch she was feeling right now. Her heartbeat was muffled by the gel in her ears, her sight gone, smell and taste almost useless as they quickly got used to the rubber and ignored it. Dash’s only meaningful sensation was swelling up again between her legs, vibrating and sending those buzzing waves through her body.

Dash could tell that she was close to orgasm, and was grateful for it. With all this heavy bondage and these wonderful toys she waited with great anticipation for the toys to grow larger and vibrate more quickly. She was so close to an orgasm that she was already tensing her muscles, hyperventilating as she fought to breathe more quickly and explode into ecstasy.

As she fought for the joy of release, she felt a coolness spread into her body starting at her neck. She didn’t understand it at first, until recalling the collar around her neck. It was cold as ice and quelled the fire in her groin. The toy was still vibrating while growing, shrinking, and even seeming to move, twist, and turn inside her. It was still just as enjoyable, but this sensation from the collar had taken the edge off. The orgasm was gone as if it’d never been near. It felt as distant now as when she’d been riding in the truck to the prison earlier.

Dash tried to groan and thrash in frustration, but the rubber held her tight as it was designed to and her feeble efforts unseen and unknown to the outside world. The doctor smiles as the orgasms denied counter rose to 1. Having seen that his monitors and the toys, crucial to stimulate the prisoners to ensure proper “exercise” were working, the doctor got up and left.

He made a note that prisoner 99,876 was healthy and all systems working well. He pondered the prison was nearing its 100,000th incarceration, and smiled.

Inside the cell was just another prisoner serving a sentence. No longer Dash, she would be known only to the world as 99,876. Until the day she was released no one, save the doctor or guards who could admit a dozen inmates a day, would know who she was. It was better for them to stay detached.

So alone, forgotten, and realizing now with a desperate zeal that she wouldn’t orgasm again for 15 years, Dash waited and cursed the crime she had committed.