The west wing.

It’s where the disobedient slaves are sent.

It’s a place where no rules apply and you are subjected to the most unpleasant experiences imaginable. Even as they dragged Dawn through, she noticed many girls and even some guys as equally miserable as her. She first noticed a securely bound possum pleading past her gag at one of the visitors outside of her glass prison not to press the button that activated the electrodes attached to her nipples, anus, and clit. She was feverishly shaking her head with a pleading look in her eyes as the visitor with his finger hovering precariously over the button chuckled with amusement, along with the small crowd that had gathered. Despite the Possum’s desperate pleas, the visitor pressed the button anyway, and the Possum screeched painfully as her entire body convulsed in agony. Dawn had to look away.

The next display she passed was a dragoness bound and vibed, but there was a chastity belt on her, with a sign behind her reading “Days since last Orgasm: 8”. Dawn could see the desperation in her eyes as she begged for those who stared at her for release, but they seemed disinterested in helping her, despite the fact that the front panel of her glass display box was removed. A few chose to grope her breast and thighs, as they were actively encouraged to do so, but they stayed well away from her chastity and the vibrator thrumming away as the glistening metal that was slick with her fluids. The runoff having nowhere to go slowly grew in a puddle at her feet.

The third display passed was a Kobold, hanging from the ceiling in such a way that allowed her face to be stuffed through an opening in the glass panel, but with wires attached to hooks on the outside that forced the Kobold’s mouth open. A sign read “Free Use” and there was already someone pounding away at her open maw. The Kobold was trying desperately to pry herself away from her assailant, but she could do nothing against the restraints as the person assaulting her mouth gasped out in pleasure and began force-feeding the Kobold his seed. The Kobold coughed and sputtered with tears in her eyes as the cum leaked from her lips and dribbled down the glass on both sides. Dawn had to turn away from that too.

She was taken to a much bigger display, where security was in the process of strapping in another dragoness with vibrant autumn colors. She was trying to fight them off, but there were three of them, and they already had her pretty secure by the time Dawn arrived.

One of the security guards holding Dawn spoke up when they arrived. “We brought her, as you asked.”

One of the guards glanced at them. “Ah good, we were just getting things set up.” He motioned them over, then the two guards dragged the dragoness around the back of the display. Then, with the help of the other guards who had since finished securing the other dragoness, began securing her in much the same way. Unlike her cell-mate, she didn’t try to fight back; she knew it was futile, and she didn’t need to add more fuel to the fire. They secured her limbs into metal pockets secured to the floor. They were cushioned on the inside but were clamped tightly around her limbs in such a way that removing them from the pockets would be impossible. They had also fitted her wings in wing-binders that were secured with leather straps. Finally, they fitted a properly-sized rubber dildo on the motor sticking out of the front panel that was hooked up to the machine on the outside of the display and slid it up against her slit.

“How long is her punishment?” The earlier guard asked.

“Twelve hours.”

“Is that all?” The guard tsked. “Barely a punishment at all.”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that they gave us permission to use her mouth hole.”

“Ah,” The guard said with a grin. “Now it makes more sense.” He said as he immediately unzipped his pants. Dawn stared wide-eyed as the guard appeared in front of her, his semi-flaccid dick quickly hardening in his grasp as he stepped towards her. “Ahh, a-ahh!” She pleaded past her ring-gag, shaking her head, but the guard gripped her horns and used them to propel his shaft into her mouth.

He face-fucked her as the rest of the crew got the exhibit up and running. Only after he finished his business and pulled his pants up did one of the other security guards address him. “Sir, we’re getting an error. It seems the motor on this one’s display has burnt out,” He explained as he pointed towards the other dragoness.

He zipped up his pants as he scoffed. “Nothing ever fucking works right in this damn place!” He announced angrily. “Just put up an out-of-order sign and be done with it. I’m not in the mood to deal with it today.”

The other guard nodded and silently walked away.

He looked down at Dawn, whose mouth was now dripping with fresh cum, and grinned. “I’ll be back for more of that later. In the meantime, enjoy your stay. Start ‘er up!” He announced as he stepped out of the display and closed and locked the glass panel behind him.

Seconds passed by in silence, before suddenly the dildo whirred to life, thrusting in and out of Dawn’s pussy while simultaneously vibrating along its shaft. Dawn gasped at the sudden, intense pleasure it wrought. After the guards made sure everything was in working order, they then removed the barriers keeping the visitors away from this particular exhibit, and the crowds quickly came pouring in. They Ooooed and Aaahhhed as they watched Dawn get mercilessly fucked by the machine while they fiddled with the buttons and the dials. One of the buttons turned the vibration off and on, while another heated up the dildo to almost painful levels, while another still sent a mild, yet still painful shock through her body. The dial, meanwhile, was what controlled the intensity of the thrusts, and those observing her were all-too-eager to keep it on max until the point that she came.

She screamed every time she did; her entire body convulsing with such intense pleasure the likes of which she had never experienced before, and whenever she did, the gathered crowd cheered and clapped with amusement before the dial was turned back down to low and they quickly moved on to one of the other displays.

Unfortunately, even with the dial set to its lowest, the machine never ceased fucking her, leaving her without a moment’s respite from the relentless onslaught. The drain at her feet conveniently kept the copious amounts of fluids that were constantly leaking from her sex from making a mess on the floor.

She was envious of her fellow cell-mate, who didn’t have to endure this torture. All the other dragoness could do was watch as Dawn came over and over again. Despite the out-of-order sign, people still tried to fiddle with the other dragoness’s dials, and looked disappointed that they could not also make her cum, but seemed sated enough with Dawn to finally move on.

Just when things were starting to get unbearable, the damn guard came back and face-fucked her again, this time in front of an entire crowd, who cruelly cheered him on as he came in her mouth once more, forcing his vile seed down her throat as she coughed and sputtered against the torrent. He even decided to do the same with the other dragoness, causing her to whimper and cry as was also taken advantage of. Once finished, he gave then gave the gathering applauding crowd a curt bow before he stepped out and locked the display up again.

Time passed in a blur, as each orgasm left Dawn more and more exhausted, to the point that she was passing out briefly after each orgasm, only to be jolted awake when the cursed machine continued to pump mercilessly into her. She began pleading for help, for an end to the torment, but none of those observing her seemed interested in helping her, in fact, everyone who visited her exhibit seemed hellbent on tormenting her as much as they could, and Dawn knew that it was by design. She was just like all the other poor souls in the other exhibits in the west wing: A display piece at the complete mercy of those who chose to visit them. She glanced hopelessly at her cell-mate, who was watching her helplessly. At least she didn’t have to suffer as she was.

That was until the guard came back again and took another turn at each of the girl’s mouths. “Three hours down, nine more to go. I’m going to milk you both for all you’re worth until then. See you again in another hour!” He said, zipping his pants up and taking his leave.

It’s only been three hours!? It had felt like so much longer to her. Dawn glanced up at the counter keeping track of her orgasms. It read twenty-two.

Twenty-two orgasms and only three hours in. Fuck.