Dash's Imprisonment

Inmate # 99,876
HR 82 RR 14 BP 122/78
Orgasms denied: 2,956
Days remaining: 4,745

Dash imagined what it would feel like to stretch as she awoke from a nap. It was dark, like it always was. She was cramped, like she always was. The rubber and toys were unyielding and unforgiving, like they always were.

It was her way to stay sane that she would imagine she were stretching as she woke up, flexing her muscles in the tight prison that held her body. She knew as soon as the monitor detected her wake the toy would start and it did. Even after all this time, the random cycles were different every morning. Perhaps one toy grew and the other shrank, or both grew, or neither did. Perhaps they would vibrate in a pattern or at complete random.

Dash felt the familiar buzzing, this time a small toy over her clit had sprung to life first rubbing against her nub relentlessly. She ached a bit from trying to toss and turn last night, her dreams having been exceedingly kinky as they often were now. It took a few minutes to recall her count, the only way she had to mark the time. Dash was on day 202 now, having lost track several times before now. In fact, she hadn’t even thought to count how many times she had fallen asleep and woken up until months into her stay, or at least it seemed like months. Dash wasn’t even sure she was only sleeping once per day, perhaps she was taking several short naps a day.

She felt like she was learning about the toys and the collar, however. Dash kept coming up with new ways to try to control her heart rate, breathing, and arousal to trick the orgasm denial collar. If there was anyone around to brag to, she’d have told them she was close, perhaps only hours from fooling it.

As she laid there enjoying the buzzing against her clit, the toy filling her pussy came to life. She bit the gag in her mouth and focused on slow breaths, trying to hide the welling sense of arousal deep inside her beyond the collar’s reach.

As the toy in her ass pushed further and further inside her, she imagined her heart beating slow and steady. Instead of tensing her muscles she relaxed them, forcing the electrodes to come to life and tense them up manually.

Dash tried to ride the edge, never getting to close to orgasm until she could lose all control in a single instant before the collar reacted. It was the only mentally challenging activity she had left to her.

The rubber seemed to tighten around her as she began to fidget and squirm restlessly. She was about as close as she could get to the orgasm and not lose control in a horny rampage to cum hard, but Dash held on knowing the collar would stop her. She needed closer still. The constant denial made her an expert at knowing her limits.

Finally, Dash took a series of actions at once. She tensed her muscles, tried to arch her back, and struggled hard to overload her senses with the many arousing feelings of the kinky prison around her. For a moment she felt the heat in her groin expand, growing so rapidly that she was sure this was what an orgasm felt like. It had been so long that Dash was convinced this was what she was missing.

But before her orgasm truly began, the icy cold collar around her neck sent a wave running through her body, blowing away the arousal and heat in her pussy as if it were a light cloud in a breeze.

Dash sighed and laid back down knowing it was a lost cause, and wondered what she would do today to pass the time.

Inmate # 99,876
HR 82 RR 14 BP 122/78
Orgasms denied: 17,764
Days remaining: 2,277

Dash jerked awake as she overslept, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her body almost as if to check she was alive. She was up to 117 today, which was no longer the number of days she had counted but the number of times she had lost count. After a while, she gave up on counting the passing days and just assumed that each time she lost count she’d probably gotten to 50 or a 100, it was hard to tell. Dash wasn’t even sure how long her sentence had been anymore. One day she swore it was 8 years, another it was 30, it was all she could do to stay sane.

The dildo, which she had taken to calling Soarin, was vibrating again. She mentally talked to it, asking it whether it had slept well and if it had any news of the outside world.

Oh, yeah it’s lovely out today I went for a fly but then I remembered you’d be waking up and I had a job to do! I think we’ll have an orgasm today for sure, I’m almost certain Thunderlane would agree!

Thunderlane, being the toy in her ass, vibrated in response.

Besides you’ll be out of here in a few days tops and of course they’d have to let you orgasm before releasing you!

Dash bit her gag and squirmed happily as she rushed blindly towards an orgasm, only to feel the mysterious cold rush through her body. She couldn’t remember where it came from, maybe the female orgasm really was a myth and that’s why she couldn’t cum. Dash groaned in frustration and her mind quickly wandered back to asking Soarin and Thunderlane if they’d ever banged Spitfire.

Inmate # 99,876
HR 82 RR 14 BP 122/78
Orgasms denied: 35,980
Days remaining: 2

Dash felt good, she loved having her orgasm denied. It felt better than having an orgasm, she was sure of it. The icy cold sensation that flowed over her now felt better than ever before.

It’s so wonderful Soarin, thanks!

She closed her eyes and dreamed of the nice big cock in her mouth.

Inmate # 99,876
HR 82 RR 14 BP 122/78
Orgasms denied: 35,982
Days remaining: indefinite

The doctor sighed as he changed the number of days remaining to indefinite. He had been going around doing so for the past several weeks. A decision at the supreme court based on mares who had been released from incarceration had ruled it was cruel and unusual to unhook them from the devices in the detention center.

Having spent years knowing nothing but constant bondage, orgasm denial, and isolation, the ponies who had finished their sentences hadn’t fared well. Rehabilitation costs were high, at least half had begged to go back into prison, and the other half just committed crimes to force the court’s hand.

It was decided that all non-minor crimes would carry a life sentence, since even a few months in such extreme bondage could turn any mare or stallion into a nymphomaniac. Perhaps lawsuits would arise in time that would argue this method of storing prisoners itself was cruel, but in reality every pony was happier now that their problems were out of sight and out of mind. With such a strict punishment for crime, it'd almost completely been eliminated too, so life sentences in this facility were likely to stay for a long time.

As far as Equestria was concerned, there had only ever been 5 elements of harmony: Kindness, Laughter, Honesty, Generosity, and Magic. The doctor looked up at 99,876 and wondered if the prisoner in there had ever had a family, a lover, friends, or aspirations in life. No one would ever know or care, they had committed a crime and they’re better off here anyway.

He smiled as he finished adjusting the monitors in the rest of the room and went back to the elevator, eager to head home for the day. He’d been working here over fifteen years now and was getting close to retirement. The doctor knew somewhere on this floor was imprisoned Rainbow Dash, an expunged element of harmony whose disloyalty had gotten her erased from history. He knew that he was probably the only pony in Equestria that remembered where she was imprisoned, but all he could remember now was the floor number which didn’t narrow it down much. Without releasing every prisoner here one by one to unlock their personnel records, he’d never known which one it was. All he could hope was that she’d been one of the lucky few to be released by one of the other staff doctors before he had been ordered to increase the sentence on all ponies to life.