Chapter 437 You Cant Take My Sex Away:>Ep2

• Danielle watched in dismay as Mr. Young added a bra to the setup. She wondered if Jennifer was given a bra to wear, or if something like this was reserved for other types of crimes, or longer sentences. The 3-D printer whirled to life producing her personal prison using a rock-hard composite that would be cured beneath a UV light. The composite material was known to be unbreakable, and she understood from her own research that once it was locked on, it was not coming off without the key. To that end, emergency medical staff had master keys in the event of an emergency. Danielle looked on with trepidation as layers of composite were added, one atop the other and the devices she would wear took shape.
• In the weeks leading up to her arbitration she had done some research on the types of methods that were employed for sexual deprivation should it come down to a guilty verdict. The chastity belt designs that she found awakened something in her that both aroused her and filled her a deep sense of shame for having done something so awful as to warrant the control of her own sexuality being removed from her. And now, as she watched her own device being constructed, her pussy throbbed with need. Moisture pooled between her legs over the mere thought of being locked into the belt and bra for the next five years. She hadn't expected to be so aroused at the thought of it, but she couldn't help herself. Somehow the loss of control was driving her nuts. Was this their plan?
• As she waited for her devices to print, a thought occurred to her. The technician was not particularly good looking, and a bit overweight. He didn't appear like the kind of guy who had a lot of luck with the ladies and that got the wheels turning in her head. She bit her lower lip and broached an awkward subject with him.