TMF: Facility of Correction(Episode 1)

In the year 2069 the world’s criminals will over run the planet. They will rape, pillage and plunder the poor the weak, and the innocent. Fortunately none of us will be around for that, and it has nothing to do with this story. This story takes place in an parallel universe where society has devised it’s own way to deal with harden criminals, and vile scum… no matter how sexy they are. The worlds leaders got together and decided to build an underground prison based in Canada’s North West Territories (hay we weren’t doing much with it anyways). Star Trek fans called if Herrapenta (so we shot them, and put them out of their misery). It is known as the TMF: Facility of Correction, and these tales chronicle events of the men and women who work and reside within it’s walls.

The men and women who reside in this underground fortress are considered beyond reform. They have proven themselves of a common mind, and unwilling to conform to the moral fabric of society. Not all are violent, not every prisoner is evil, but they have all proven themselves unwilling to earn a place in society, and rather then learn honest skills, and be productive members of their community, they chosen to live off the suffering of others in one fashion or another. Be it in the form of a petty thief, or as a drug dealer or pimp (or worse), they are a plague on humanity and have been removed from it. Some may think it is to easy, sticking them away where the rest of the world has to pay for them the rest of their lives. Those who believe that have never met Warden Mimi, and her elite guards, who are almost as ruthless as the people they protect us from.

Rule with an open hand, but punish with a stiff feather, that’s the policy of Warden Mimi. It is her belief that tickling is the ultimate way to punish any of the convicts in her prison. Start a fight, and get tickled. Insult or assault a guard, get tickled. Catch the eye of Mimi’s enforcers and your likely to get tickled too. What could be better, who would believe tickling as a form of torture, and who would believe some crook over an educated law abiding woman like the Warden. Considering that once you were in the TMF: Facility of Correction you were believed beyond saving, and most people wouldn’t care what happened to you anyways, including family.

Episode One: Fresh Fish
MM/F, F/M

Isabeau watched through the bus window, as the ground seemed to open before her. Looking down into the bowels of the gap there was a long stretch of ash vault leading into the darkness. A tear trickled down the slender blondes angelic face as she knew her trip through the Canadian wilderness was the last she may see of the outside world again. It had been beautiful, the trees of the forest were changing to their Autumn colours. Gold’s red’s. and some stubborn green leaves adorned the branches as the empty bus had travelled along. She was the only new convict being brought in this day.

“It’s happening more and more ya know.” commented the driver as he turned the last corner.

“What’s that?” asked Isabeau, “What happens more?”

“Getting less and less people on each trip.” he replied, “Used to get lots… 2 maybe 3 bus loads a day, but now I’m the only driver left.” he added, “Guess the more of you that got sent here, the fewer of you there are to send latter ha, ha.”

“What do you mean ‘more of you, less of you’, I’m not like the others people here!” debated Isabeau, “All I did was steel a few wallets, and I robbed a bank once.”

“Yeah, I heard about that.” said the driver, “You were busted for pick pocketing about 12 times, and a guard was killed when you and your friends robbed that bank.”

“I didn’t shoot anybody, I didn’t even use a gun!” she exclaimed tearfully, “I shouldn’t be sent to a place like this.”

“You’ve proven yourself beyond reform, and this is where people like that… like you go when they are like that.” said the driver as he pulled over, “This is your stop girly, get off my bus.”

Dressed in her orange jumpsuit, Isabeau slowly walked down the stairs of the bus, and on to the hard concrete of the prisons outer area, though the entire facility was underground it was built to have an “outside” exercise yard, and parking area for employees and when the bus brought in new guests. Looking around, Izzy could see all the other convicts had stopped what ever they were doing and were checking her out. A few hollered some profane remarks at her, something about a salad, but all that stopped when the guard arrived.

“Good after noon, my name is Aun Existe Amor, you will call me Guard Amor.” she said with a English accent, “We do not tolerate any miss behaviour or insubordination at this facility, I hope you will not cause any problems for myself, other guards or you fellow inmates.”

“No… um… guard Amor.” said Isabeau, “I just want to serve my time in peace.”

“That’s good to hear, lets see if you can live up to it.” she said, “Now follow me.”



Isabeau watched as the curvaceous guard walked ahead of her, and sighed. The woman was garbed in a skin-tight blue uniform that showed off all of her curves. It appeared to be made entirely out of latex, except for the colour with appeared to be some sort of silky materiel. The uniform reminded Izzy of something a Dominatrix would wear, right down to the black leather calve high boots and elbow long gloves. The little blonde also took note that she wasn’t wearing a standard issue revolver, but she was armed with a stun gun, hand cuffs, and a small vile of pepper spray.

Walking through the prison Isabeau noticed how clean it was. Not a spec of dust could be seen. Any other time she’d been to prison there was usually some sort of mess, but not in this place. The warden on this jail certainly had things running by the numbers. Looking up at the 3rd row of cells, Izzy could see a trio of inmates painting some graffiti off of a wall, naked. The woman had never seen such a thing before, and gasped in disbelief.

“Don’t feel bad for them.” said Amor, “They were the ones who defaced the prison, and warden Mimi knows how to deal with trouble makers.”

Eyes wide open Izzy mouthed the word wow, and continued to follow her escort. Soon the pair passed a door marked "Discipline and Interrogation Room", the door to the room was slightly open, and the fresh fish could hear people talking. It sounded like two men, and a woman. Male guards at a women’s prison… performing interrogations and/or disciplinary actions. Never before had the little blonde heard of such nonsense.

Forgetting herself, she stopped following the guard to pear into the room. A naked woman stood before two male guards, her hands cuffed behind her back. With a pleading voice she told the men that she hadn’t stolen anything from a guard named Anna. The two men simply laughed, and went about adjusting the restraints, obviously intended for the pleading woman. A set of stock, in front of a chair, with a veridical bar that dangled from a post behind the it.

Isabeau looked over the poor woman, and her heart went out to her. The lass wasn’t very tall but had large breast, and a bit of a belly that Isabeau thought was sort of cute. Horrified, but unable to look away, she watched as the young woman was forced into the restrains, screaming of her innocents the entire time. The two men laughed as they locked her ankles into the stocks and bound her wrists to the vertical bar, either they believed she was guilty, or they simply didn’t care, and Izzy was betting it was the latter.

“Mmmmm, I do love a girl with a belly.” said one of the guards, “What do you say Cosmo old boy.”

“I don’t mind it myself, of course I’m more of a foot man U.B..” replied the other man as he set a timer, “Now lets see, that’s 30 minuets for stealing, plus 15 minuets for each denial, hmm, I thing she said she didn’t do it 3 times so…”

“An hour and 15 minutes.” said a voice from behind Isabeau, “Your not supposed to be here ‘Fish’.” said Amor, “But since you are, you might as well see what happens to inmates that don’t follow the rules.”

“Aw Miss Amor, how nice to see you, and you’ve brought a friend.” said U.B. as he ran his finger through Lurker’s hair.

“Get on with it U.B., I’m taking the fish here to see the warden for her orientation.” replied guard Amor.

U.B. sighed, Aun was always all business, though he had a sneaking suspicions she really enjoyed any chance to work over some of the few beefy male inmates they kept here at the facility. In fact he was sure he saw her smiling like a she-devil the last time she was in here with one of them. Her and another female guard, Crydon he believed was her name, were being quite thorough with a young Latino named Jose. It was quite a sight, they were like savages as their long nails gently scratched at him. It gave even U.B. Lover chills to watch. Lover almost felt sorry for the poor bastard, but then Cry left and he saw what Aun does with all her pent up energy, at least with the male inmates anyways.

“Ok were all set.” said Cosmo.

“No please, don’t do this,.“ pleaded TicklishLurker, “I can’t handle it for that long.”

Isabeau watched in both aw and disgust as the two men took position near the helpless woman’s belly and feet. There was a momentary pause, and then a buzzer when off, and the two men began to gently caress the blonde girl with the tips of their fingers. Lurker’s face began to turn pink and then red, as she tried to resist the effects of the men’s gentle touch, but eventually, and inevitable, she began to giggle helplessly.

“Hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, no please, don’t!” screamed Lurker, “I can’t stand it… hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha… it torture, not there please, mercy, mercy!”

“See, I told ya the ones with a belly are the most fun Cosmo.” said U.B. pressing his lips against Lurker’s stomach, and blowing as hard as he can, “The are just simply the best.”

“I can’t argue with you there.” said Cosmo as he slipped his fingers under the valuptous cuties toes, “She is certainly more ticklish then some of our toner prisoners.”

Isabeau couldn’t believe what she was seeing as she watched the two men brutally tickle torture the helpless woman. The one called U.B. ran his skilled fingers all over the helpless girls body, including the sides of her breasts and even her nipples. The bound woman squealed and jerked, witch only seemed to amuse her tormentors even more. Her breast and belly jiggled, and she pleaded vainly for Cosmo to leave her feet alone. Isabeau wanted to leave, but Guard Amor refused to let her, forcing her to stay for the full duration.

“Please, stop it, I can’t take it any more… hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, not the feet, get away from my tits, leave me alone please… hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, no more stop it, stop it now.!”

“See Isabeau, if you don’t want to end up like that, I suggest you stay out of trouble.” the guard whispered into Izz’s ear.

Isabeau nodded, her mouth still open in disbelief. It was a horrific thing to be forced to watch. No matter how hard she tried Izzy couldn’t look away. These guards were maniacal, and merciless, and out right mean, but at the same time she felt aroused by her fellow prisoners cute giggles and the sexy way her body squirmed about on her chair. Some where deep inside, Isabeau wanted to be in her place, to have the men tickling her, everywhere, from head to toe. A scream from Lurker pulled Izzy out of her day dream, and she could see the sweat glistened body of her fellow inmate being removed from her bonds, her body trembled as she laid on the floor of the torture chamber.

“Get your close on Lurker, and let that be a lesson to you about messing with the guards in this prison.” said Cosmo, as U.B. through her orange jump suit across the room.

“Y-yes sir.” replied the exhausted woman, forced to crawl across the room to get her clothing, “It will never h-happen again.”

“How was that?” asked U.B., as his hand caressed guard Amor’s arm.

“Get your paws off me guard Lover.” she replied knocking his hand away, “You did your job, like you supposed to, don’t expect any special awards for it.” she added, “Lets go fish.”

Isabeau blindly followed her keeper, still in complete shock over what she’d seen happen. The duo made their way through the hallways of the cleanest prison she’d ever been in, and she was completely oblivious to the peering eyes of both male and female guards, all of whom couldn’t wait for the little cutie to screw up so they could take her for a session in the room she had just left. All Isabeau could think about was how horrible the pleas for mercy coming from Lurker had sounded, the tears streaming down her face, and how her tormentors simply laughed in her face when she begged them to stop. This was cruel, even for a prison, the women here didn‘t deserve to be humiliated, and these guards certainly had no right putting their hands on anybody in such a manner. Soon Isabeau found herself standing in front of a large oak door, two women stood on either side of it, dressed in similar uniforms to guard Amor. One of them was sporting a dark bruise around her eye, while the other looked the little blond over with hungraly.

“There’s a tasty little treat, eh Anna?” she said.

“Mmmmm, absolutely Heather, if we‘re lucky she‘ll miss behave… and we‘ll be the ones who catch her at it.”.

“She’s here to see the warden, is Mimi in?” asked Aun, barley able to contain a chuckle.

“Yes, yes, she’s in her office with some… man.” said Anna, “He struck a guard… me.” she replied, “and he is getting full duration so he’ll be in there for quite some time.”

“Excuse me, but what is full duration?” asked Isabeau.

“It’s the absolute longest period a prisoner can be disciplined for, depending on what they’ve done.” replied her keeper, “In this case, striking a guard, it’s Warden’s discretion.”

The two women stepped aside, and allowed Aun to enter the large office of the Warden. When Isabeau stepped through she was poked on either side by the two women, causing her to giggle and squirm. The two women sighed, unfortunately she hadn’t struck either of them, but there were other ways to get to a new girl in the prison, lots of ways.

Upon entering the room, what Izzy saw was just as disturbing as the discipline room. Laying across a large wooden desk was one of the larges, most muscular, black men Isabeau had ever seen. His wrist and ankles were bound to the corners of the desk keeping him spread eagle and helpless, his man hood was long, hard and thicker then any she’d ever seen. Not that she had seen many to begin with, but it was huge. Looking over his entire frame she could see that his entire body glistened with sweat, or was it oil. The man wriggled and thrashed wildly and his screams for mercy bounced of the walls of the office. The source of his torment were a pair of ivory white fingers with long red nails, that skilfully worked of the entire length of his body.

“Please warden, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please stop, I can’t stand it anymore!” screamed the man, as his body strained against his bonds, “I’m sorry… hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, no more please.. have mercy… hahahahaha, hehehehehe…”

Isabeau watched helplessly as the large man squirmed and pleaded on the table. The woman torturing him was extremely tall, and busty, with long blonde hair, and the most unsympathetic look upon her pretty face. She was a big woman, and would easily have towered over some of the men Izzy knew. It was obvious why this robust woman was the head of the Facility of Correction, who is going to mess with an Amazon!

“You knew what would happen if you struck one of my guards, this is the third time you’ve done it.” said the warden, her fingered digging in on the man’s inner thighs, “I think a couple of hours more should finally break you of the habit.”

Looking up, Isabeau could see a look of absolute delight on the face of guard Amor, she seemed to be enjoying the helpless man’s shrilled, almost feminine squeals. The inmate wasn’t sure, but she thought her she could see nipples swelling under her keepers tight uniform. It would seem that Aun Existe Amor wasn’t just into punishment as a deterrent for wrong doers, she seemed to be aroused by it, not that she could blame her.

“Oh, hello Guard Amor… is this the new one?” said the warden, turning her attention to Izzy, “I’m a little busy right now, this son of a bitch has hit three guards in that last 6 month, Anna was the most recent one.”

“Yeah, I saw.” said Amor, her eyes locked on the black man’s swaying member, “It looks like your performing your duties with gusto as always ma’am.” said Aun, “Could you use some... assistance?”

“Nice try Aun, but this hunk of meat is all mine, you know I handle this sort of thing personally.”

“No… please… not there, ah, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, n-not my balls, get away please… hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha!”

Isabeau had to admit, if only to herself, that the sight of such a big man brought to hysterical please for mercy was more then just a little arousing. Licking her lips she couldn’t even begin to think of how much fun it would be to have such a giant at her mercy, not to mension such a cock at her disposal. After years of being a criminal Izzy now wished she’d become a warden. It may have been hypocritical for her to get aroused when she saw a man being tortured in such a way, but she couldn’t help it, it was hot.

“Look Aun, you need to take the fish for her shower, and fitting for her new cloths!” exclaimed the warden, not interested in sharing her toy, “So get out of here and do you job.”

“Look warden… let Anna and Heather do it, they like that sort of thing.” argued the guard, raking her fingers over the man’s large feet, “I just want to have some fun, it’s been a long time, know what I mean!” Aun added, running a finger nail along the length of the long black penis.

“Oh god… hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, please stop!” screamed the man, as both women set to work on his thick physic, “I can’t stand it, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, no more please, stop it, stop it!”

“Ok…” said Mimi, grasping the long penis, “…but I’m going first!”

A few moments later Isabeau was being lead down the hall by the two women, who had been guarding the wardens office. The slender little blonde could feel their eyes on her like the sun, it was almost as if they had some sort of heat vision, and were trying to burn a hole through her. Soon she reached the shower, and was more then a little concerned when the duo followed her in.

“We have to make sure you don’t try to escape sweet heart.” said Anna, as she caressed Heather’s bosom, “Besides you don’t want to be alone in here, it’s pretty spooky.”

Get away, where would she go. The damn prison was underground. As for it being spooky, the only thing spooky about taking a shower was having two lesbians ogling her while she did it. It wasn’t like there was anything she could do about it at the moment, so Izzy slipped out of her orange jump suit, and stepped into the shower area of the change room.

“You know that Aun has quite a rack on her.” Izzy heard, as the warm water washed over her tight little body, “I wouldn’t mind having a peak at them.”

“Me neither, she is quite a hottie.” answered one of the other women, “I wonder if she’s into women?”

“I don’t think so, well, maybe with a little tequila to help her see the light.” a voice called back, then the two women guards chuckled.

As Isabeau turned off the shower, she noticed everything suddenly got quiet. Stepping onto the cold tile floor, she looked for a towel only to see none were available. The little blonde nervously tip toed to into the change room area, and peeked around the corner, nobody was there. Where had her two keepers gone, not that she missed them, they had made her very uncomfortable with there talk about Aun.

“Got ya!” exclaimed a voice, as to arms wrapped around Izzy’s naked torso, “Trying to escape eh?” it asked, “We’ll teach you about attempting to break out.” suddenly Anna appeared, and grasped Isabeau by the legs.

The two women easily picked their prisoner up off the ground and carried her over to a bench. Izzy struggled valiantly, but against to highly trained guards she had no chance. One by one her limbs were cuffed to the legs of the bench, leaving her spread eagle and completely at the duo’s mercy. Looking up Izzy’s eye’s widened with fear the two women licked their lips.

To Be Continued…

Brilliant! I really liked this and await more!

Awesome! Can't wait for the next installment!

...and they say the judicial system doesn't work! You have made me a beleiver, and I now know the error of my ways!

Take me officer, I've commited many a crime, and if prison holds stories this well done, then I deserve life with no parole!

Thanks Gang.

Sorry I didn't put everyone in this episode, but I have a great cast to play with (leterally) I didn't get Anna Heather, or Sultry's permision to be in the story yet, but I don't think they (or Cosmo and UB Lover) will minde to much.
Thnaks for you kind words, I will be back when Episode 2 is done.

o that's so unfair..i didn't try to escape..those two did that on purpose...lol fantastic beginning, SlaverTickler..can't wait to see what happens next to that poor fresh fish...poor izzy, her scum? hmmm lol

excellent- Isabeau's tits are very ticklish by the way-just though that fact should be mentioned!!!!!!!!!!

Great story, I look forward to more episodes.

no problem Slavertickler! If we are including as f/f only, go for it! How dare some loser strike me (anna) whatever happens to me is too good (and we definitedly don''t want to know!) He is lucky I (Heather) don't get to him first!
Then his face would be red from the blood I (Heather) would extract!
Love,
Heather and Anna

Ladys, ladys...

It's just a story, I'm not trying to promote violence here, I just felt that it was the only thing that would warrent the Warden's personal touch. Being that you two (heather and anna) aren't into men, I knew it eould work out to letting Mimi handle it on her own. Doesn anybody know if Mimi has read this yet ?