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Laura’s Ordeal
Part two
23 05 89
-“ Beat me on the belly?!! With
this… baton?! You must be joking!”
Lissa laughs the three men down.
-“I’ve never heard such crap! Do you know who I
am? Do you know who my father is? You’d
better stop saying this kind of nonsense quick before I call him.”
The man who introduced himself as LCS
(Lieutenant of the Corporative Services) Pennington seems to be neither daunted
nor irritated by the obvious scorn in the young woman’s voice.
He simply says:
-“Your father is Mister Tellern, sub-director
in the corporation but he’s been arrested this morning and his immunity, for
him and his family, has been lifted. In the meantime someone higher than your
father in the corporation’s hierarchy has ordained an investigation targeting
you and your father on the basis that you’ve been guilty of corporative theft.
Right now the investigation is in progress but
some suspect files have already been found on your computer and this senior
director immediately ordered preventive action or, as we call it, warning
punishment. It consists in light to medium-light corporal punishment meant to
make the suspect realize that he or she has entered the judicial system of the
corporation and therefore has to submit to any kind of treatment ordained by
the corporation.”
Then he coughs and adds.
It’s especially important to make that clear
with people who have never received any kind of corporal punishment, such as
you…”
Hearing that, Lissa turns white and feels her
breath become short.
-“Wha…”
But she can’t find the words. The man goes on.
-“In your case, the senior official in charge
of the investigation as expressively asked for a strokes with the baton on the
lower part of the belly, which the maximum punishment that can be applied
during preventive action. Four firm strokes, which are aimed at creating short
term but significant pain. So now I’ll ask you to lift your t-shirt, pull down
your jeans and pit your hands behind your neck. As you are suppose to show your
understanding of the situation, you shouldn’t change position during the whole
treatment.”
Lissa is trembling with both rage and fear. But
the situation is clear enough, someone has plotted something against her father
and her and she will have to undergo the punishment.
Silently and with what she wishes looks like
outraged dignity, she unveils her tanned, firm belly in front of the men. The
LCS lifts his baton and hits her once, firmly enough to make her gasp.
The second and third blows are hard to bear but
Lissa stands bravely, defiant until the fourth one and then, unable to refrain
from showing how she hurts, she nurses her beaten belly watching the men go
out.
23 05 89
Laura reads the letter she’s just
received from her creditors. What they say is too clear: “Due to your absence
of repayment, an agent sent by us will apply a third caning on your bottom. You
shall note that this third caning is intended to leave long-lasting marks on
your skin and/or permanent scars.”
And then, after a rather long description of
the judicial technicalities that allow the firm to punish a woman’s body in
such a terrible way, the letter ends with a laconic hint: “In case you want to
find a last minute arrangement call this number.” Followed by a phone number
that Laura dials, swallowing a desperate sob. A young woman answers her grim
call.
-“Hello, what can I do for you?
-Wha?… I mean… The question is more what can
you do for me…
-You don’t know the firm yet, do you?
-Err… No.
-We provide what is called “Degradation Sessions” or DS. It’s a way for
people in debt to buy time for repayment.
-De…Degradation Sessions?!
-Yes. Men pay to take part in various abuses on the debtor’s body.
Depending on the kind of abuse you agree to undergo, money will be refunded on
your creditors account no matter if it’s regular debts or state fines, cause
the degradation is considered as a corporal punishment by the state.
- …
- Yeah, I know what you think. It’s a case of being punished OR being
punished. Did they send you a “scar” letter?
You know, a letter when they say they’ll leave scars on your bum.
- Yes, that’s the case…
- Then your choice is being caned on your bum –which must be already in
bad shape after the two first canings- or joining a DS. Simple as that.
-And what I shall I expect if I join the…DS.
-Well, it really depends on how much you can take. But you must have
vaginal rape at least once to join. Well twice if you want a condom and once
only if you get it all the way.
-Rape…
-Yes, but there’s other stuff like “breast massage” or “caresses on the
bottom”.
-I could do with caresses on my bum at the moment.
-I don’t advise you to choose that, cause caresses on the bottom are
actually a long session of spanking and the guys here spank hard. Come to that,
breast massages are bad too cause they leave your tits bruised and awfully
painful… Honest, sweety: the best stuff here is to accept a filling session.
-Filling?…
-Yes, multiple rape without condom. At least four different men. Anal
cashes more in than vaginal of course. But you can’t use both in the same
session. You choose one hole and the number of men and they fill you with cum.
Since the ultimate end of AIDS, it’s been our most popular session. It seems
that men love putting their dicks in disgorging pussies. I know it’s
disgusting, I had it twice myself so I DO know. But it pays real well and is
much better than having a bum like a crossword isn’t it?”
Laura is trembling with disgust, realizing how corrupt the society the
lives in is.
-“You mean they pay to… rape a sex filled with cum?!
-Yes. And the first one pays less; because your body is not full of cum
yet.
Disgusting isn’t it?
-And you had it even if you work for them?!!
-I had it once before and one as I was already working for them. Better
than showing a bum covered with scars when you meet a guy…
Soooo. When shall I find a appointment for you. Let’s say tomorrow,
cause you have only two days before someone comes and ruins your nice ass,
don’t you?”
23 05 89
-“They’ve beaten my belly with a
baton! Look!”
Lissa lifts up her t-shirt and shows the light
bruises left under her navel.
Laura sighs, sadly and sincerely.
-“Poor you…”
Lissa is outraged.
-“It hurts like mad when they hit you! It does! Beaten with a baton, on
my tummy! I couldn’t believe it! The bastards have framed my dad. Now I don’t
even know if they’re not going to come tomorrow to beat me again. Someone at
wok told me that he met a girl who had been beaten four times that way, they
called it “recurring warnings”. That girl my colleague knew she kept bruises on
her belly for a whole month cause they beat her again and again under her
navel. Her belly hurt her so much that she couldn’t even stand properly in the
end.
-Well try to see the positive side, it may only be a stand-alone
punishment; and they still haven’t make you impale yourself the way they did
for me…
And you won’t have to be “filled” tomorrow…
-What?!
-“Degradation session” that’s how they call… that. I had to join for a
filling session to postpone the payment of my debts by repaying part of it.
-A filling session? What’s that?
-That’s when guys fill your sex with sperm… I had to take a twelve men
session so as to get it in my vagina and not in my anus.”
Lissa doesn’t even know what to say. She is literally in shock after
what she’s been through and what she’s just heard.
-“You mean?… Oh my… Are you sure ?…
-Yes I’m pretty sure there’s no other solution. That’s what I’ll have to
do if I don’t want to get scars on my bum the days after tomorrow. And this
time even Tim, the guy who caned me the last times, tells me that no matter how
I’ll prepare the skin of my ass I’ll be sacred if I get the caning. They hit
you twenty times and they make you bleed and it does leave marks, last stop. I
saw some marks on the ass of a girl on the beach last summer, marks that showed
on the left and the right of her swimsuit. I don’t want that.
-So you’ll… be…
-Filled… Yes that’s how they call it. I’ll be filled tomorrow. Raped ten
times without condom because filthy men like to have it inside squishy vaginas.
-Fucking hell!
-Indeed…”
24 05 89
Laura is naked. She’s “inspected by
an employee” who shall determine her “value”.
Nice-looking girls get more money for each rape
they undergo. A slim body and soft skin allows you to be raped at least four
times less for the same money during a “degrading session”. The idea is that
being raped is more degrading if you’re cute.
Discovering that, Laura definitely stopped
believing that anything in the society she lives in is not corrupted beyond
repair…
But then, simultaneously, she’s been happy to
hear that she looks nice enough to be raped only eight times instead of the ten
planned.
-“ The marks of previous punishment on the bum
are also considered a plus when the bum is nice, muscular and round like yours.
If you had been a fat bitch like the one I saw before you, the same marks would
have cost you one more man.
-It’s… It’s vile!
-Yeah… Especially for the fat bitch if you catch my drift.”
Laura can’t understand how the employee who will supervise her “session”
can talk in such of casual, easy way.
She thinks about Tim. The man who’s punished her so often and,
nonetheless appeared to be a benevolent, decent kind of guy.
She assumes that the sort of things those men have to do to earn a
living drive them nearly mad if they weren’t in the first place.
-“I mean… Just imagine you’ve joined a degrading session and then
someone tells you that you’re too fat or too ugly and that instead of twelve
guys in your vagina as you planned you’ll get thirty or fifteen in your anus.
No later than yesterday there was this girl who came and had a bad birth mark
on her back and one under a breast. Plus she was fat. So no matter which
position she would be strapped in, the clients would see fat AND a big birth
mark. That scores badly for us. She thought she would get twenty men in her
pussy to postpone her repayment. But I told her that because of her physical
flaws she would have to take forty at least. As she was a twenty-two year old
girl and, which is worse, had not yet given birth to a child, the minimum in
the vagina is twenty-five men in a single session. So I told her she could get
a session of sixteen anal but she refused. Said she wouldn’t be raped that way.
The only solution left was either to let her go back home and get scared for the
second time –for she had already got marks for an earlier debt- or sign for two
sessions of twenty men with a day of rest between the two days. That’s one of
he most horrible things that can happen to you, cause during the day between
the two session you spend your time figuring out how on earth your pussy will
go through the next session. Some girls even commit suicide between the two
sessions…”
Laura is astounded by all the horror she’s heard or been through during
the past weeks. She doesn’t even know how to react now when horrible facts pile
up on horrible facts.
Now she’s naked in front of a man who’s just told him that having the
skin of your bum crisscrossed with marks is sexy when the aforesaid bum is nice
to look at and therefore will allow her to be raped two times less than
expected. And if the same guy tells her that fat girls get raped so badly they
commit suicide not be raped more, what should she do.
So she remains silent and waits until the man has finished filling the
form for her session.
-“Ok so you sign in for eight men and that will give you a three month
delay to find a solution for your repayment. Now I shall give you information
about the sessions before I show you the way to your session room.”
The man starts, mechanically, repeating what he’s repeated before.
-“When you’ve signed the form you will claim responsibility for your
choice and treatment and won’t be able, until the treatment is finished to
change your mind. Please note that any of the twelve known forms of sexual
diseases that can be contracted through the treatment won’t be covered by
either the firm’s insurance or yours. Therefore it is greatly advised to sign a
“session’s disease” contract before you undergo the session. An eight men
session has an average 20% chance of giving you at least one infection, and a
five percent chance of giving you a
serious infection that will require more medical care than common antibiotics
that can be acquired without prescription. You can pay for the “session’s
disease” insurance by taking one more man…”
Laura interrupts the flow of the man.
-“So that’s nine men in fact
-If you think you’ll need the insurance.
-Well I DO need the insurance, don’t I? I don’t want to be raped and
then let my pussy rot and die of a sexual infection because I couldn’t pay for
the drugs and my insurance doesn’t cover the fact that I’ve agreed to have my
pussy filled with the cum of eight men, or do I?
-Well, no of course you don’t… So you’ll take the insurance just like
most women and I can tell you that’s wise cause level three infections are on
the rise those days. Ok, let me finish…”
He goes on a deadpan, level tone of voice that betrays his absolute
indifference.
-“During the session, an employee of our firm will stay in the room and
will be in charge of four tables. This agent’s task will be to make sure that
the sessions occur without “incidents”.
-“Incidents”?
-Incidents during degrading sessions are any kind of treatment applied
to the woman’s body which are not considered normal during a raping session.”
Laura shivers and whispers: “Which implies that rape IS normal here…”
Louder she asks.
-“What do you mean by “not considered normal during a raping session?
-What I mean is that some men have fantasies including producing more
pain to a woman’s body than what they can produce by shoving their dicks in a
hole Miss. That means no objects, even sex toys, no hands fists or feet, no
beating your back, or your belly if you’re lying on your back. No punching the
kidneys, no pinching the labia or the clit. Only good old penetration. They can
use only their dicks and put their hands on your bum or on your back but no
slapping a marked bum or anything, see?
-Would they DO that if there was no one to check?
-They would sure do. At least some of them. Even with an agent to
supervise the sessions we used to get the odd insane sadist who took a knife
out of his pocket and shoved it instead of his dick As there are four women
some of them screaming like mad as they are raped, the agent sometimes took a
few minutes to realize something was wrong and then the girl’s pussy would be
mauled. So now the men are body-searched
before the enter the session. But they still find new ways. Some tried to come
with razor blades under their tongues to cut clits and one even had shoved a
sort of anal plug in his ass to hide a small collection of needles. And that
one succeeded in taking out his plug and the needles when the agent was warning
a “cervixer” at the end of the row of women and when the agent came back the
girl had passed out after he had stuck three needles in her clit.
- Oh my… Fucking hell but these guys…This world is… It’s fucking insane!
- Well, it takes a lot of different people to make a world doesn’t it?
Plus this is not usual. And we have at least a hundred men a day coming here to
rape women or punish them in a way or another. This firm is the only one of its
kind around. So the demand -and the offer- is… huge.”
Laura shivers again. Naked in front of the man, waiting until he’s told
her all she has to know about the session, she shivers and feels like crying or
throwing up but does neither because it’s useless. Still she’s heard a word she
didn’t know and now wants to know more.
-“And what is a “cervixer”?
That’s a guy who’s taken drugs to prevent himself from coming and who
will make it last for hours if nobody tells him to make it decent. They’re
called cervixers because usually what they like –if their dicks are long
enough- is to make a woman’s belly hurt like mad by hitting repeatedly their
cervix. Usually we keep watch of them as soon as they specifically ask for a
girl lying on her stomach. Doggy style is known to allow the man to go deeper.
-And how shall I be positioned then.
-Well sorry Miss but the first time you come here, if there’s no reason
why you should lie on your back, it’s on the stomach. After that you can ask to
avoid the doggy style by getting extra men inside your sex.
-And what could be the reasons why I could be unable to lie on my
stomach then?
-Being pregnant is one. Can I finish with the instructions? You’ve got
to be in the room in ten minutes now. “
24 05 89
The employee locks the last strap, the one that
goes from one side of the table to the other and will leave a red mark two
inches over Laura’s marked but still very sexy bum. That last strap will
prevent her from trying to move her hips or arch her body on the table where
she’s already strapped by leather bands hurting her ankles and wrists.
With the last sentences of the
previous employee, Laura has learned that the man in charge of supervising the
session can be called by either the woman or the man raping her in case of
important bleeding. Of course he added that men who would call the agent when
the woman bleed are as rare as chocolate on a poor family’s birthday cake. The
call when you bleed is just “blood”. The only thing is to know when you’ve
started bleeding. The pain of multiple rapes tends to make the penetration that
tears the vagina no different to the penetrations that made the vagina hurt
before.
In case of “important” bleeding –a little blood being considered normal
when you’re raped more than five times by men that want to hurt you, even if
the vagina is properly lubricated- the session is suspended and postponed until
a gynecologist has given his opinion on the woman’s body and chosen if the
session shall be postponed to a later date (after the sex has healed) or can
continue but with a special instruction not to aggravate the wound.
There are four women in the room each of them is strapped to a table,
lying on their stomach with a blindfold.
Laura is in the middle. Middle-right to be precise. On her left, before
the employee blindfolded her, she saw a very young redhead, smallish, trembling
and already crying event if she’s not been touched yet.
In a voice choked with sobs, the redhead told Laura that she would be
raped in her vagina sixteen times. She told Laura that she had never been raped
before. That everybody told her that it’s horrible to get more than ten men the
first time. She told Laura that she asked to be seen by a gynecologist before
she was raped because she thought her vagina would be too tight and she would
get special conditions, but the gynecologist told her that if she thought that
her vagina was too tight she just had to have it in her ass. But she refused
and now she wishes she hadn’t joined the session because she is sure that
she’ll be torn by the multiple raping of her tight pussy.
The redhead told all that between sobs, her quick, erratic voice choked
with mucus and despair.
Laura didn’t answer, she couldn’t find anything to say. Obviously the
redhead had just come of age and was clearly too young and fretful to undergo
such a treatment without being traumatized for the rest of her life. But then,
her bum was already badly marked and she surely was given the same choice as
Laura: being “degraded” or being scared by the cane.
So, what else could she do?
The woman on the other side of Laura is a thirtyish blonde, quite stout
and supposedly used to the kind of position she’s in. She doesn’t say anything,
lets herself be strapped and waits for the men without a tear or a moan. On the
wall in front of her, the electronic panel displaying the number of men left
indicates thirty, the maximum for a woman who’s already given birth to a child.
After she’s been blindfolded, Laura hears this woman tell her. “Is it
your first time?”
Laura answers yes while the redhead cries louder as she heard the
employee shout: “session starts in a few seconds”.
-“Ok then take my advice: relax. That’s the trick. Whatever the size,
whatever the disgust, even if one of the bastards tries something like pinching
your clit or anything: relax. You’ve signed now. Your body is theirs to use.
You can’t make it stop until the last man has come inside your body so just
relax. Let go. Don’t even try to think of your pussy being raped. Try hard to
think of something else or else you’ll start contracting the muscles of your
vagina and then… Then they’ll make a bloody mess of your pussy. Think of
yourself as a hole. Be a hole for the rest of the session. Do not resist.
I would have told the girl on your right the same thing if I had been
able to but she talks to much and she was too far. It’s just too bad cause…
hhh”
Laura realizes that, listening to the woman, she hadn’t heard the first
man enter the room. And the woman who’s talking to her is now being raped and,
if she can trust her hearing, forcefully.
-“Has it started? But they’ve not even lubricated our pussies?!!”
As if nothing awful was happening to her body, the stout blonde answers.
-“I get no lubricant. It pays better when you get the first one dry. You
can ask for it, it’s an option. But they don’t check so I find something nice
to think of before it starts and then I’m not really dry when they start. And
don’t panic, they’ll lubricate you before they let the first ones rape your
sex.”
The man who’s violently shoving his dick in and out the stout blonde’s
body shouts: “Will ya shut the fuck up bitch. You spoil my concentration! Are
you such a filthy bitch that you can have a nice chit-chat while I’m raping
your dirty pussy?!”
The woman doesn’t lose any of her temper and tells him to bugger off,
adding:
-“It’s just that your stuff is so small that I couldn’t see the
difference sucker.”
But then the man calls the employee in charge of the session and the man
tells her to shut up and the blonde shuts up but not before she repeats her
advice.
-“Do as I told you. No
matter who, how big or what, relax; and everything will be… sort of fine.”
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