100 days and 100 lashes

The time it took from Ally’s arrest to her sentencing was a mere four hours. During that time she was booked, strip-searched, briefly questioned and given access to a consular lawyer.

In four hours, her life was turned upside down, all for something truly stupid. She was holding a beer and kissing a man she had met on the beach. Public drunkenness and immorality were the charges.

The sentence was 100 days and 100 lashes.

She was whisked off in a police van to a prison outside the city limits. Once she arrived at the prison she was made to strip for a medical exam. She was weighed, measured, had her blood drawn and made to pee in a cup. Then she was hosed down with cold water, given a towel to dry off and handed her “prison pack”. Still naked, she was marched down the hallway, in full view of other prisoners who were in their narrow cells. The prisoners cheered and chanted. Most of them were foreigners, locked up on minor charges, serving short, stiff, painful sentences.

Ally was put in a cell at the end of the corridor. The cell was 8 feet deep and 4 feet wide. The cell block became eerily quiet one the door slammed shut. Ally stood there shaking, crying, still naked. She put her pack down on the narrow cot. The cell had a window high up. The walls were concrete, the door was like a cage door. All the cells were on one side of the corridor so she faced no one. The cot had a ragged yet freshly washed blanket on it. The toilet was a hole in the ground. A hose was attached to a tap on the wall. That was the only way to wash or bathe.

Ally composed herself and opened the pack. There was a prison uniform, grey cotton long pants and a gray long-sleeve shirt. There was a bar of soap, a small towel, a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

Ally pulled on the pants. They were tight at the seat. She was afraid they would rip. She managed to tie them just above her crotch. She put on the shirt and sat down carefully on the cot. On the cot there was a small booklet titled “Prison Rules for Foreign Convicts”. She opened it and began to read.

Welcome to our short-stay facility. In order to ensure that your stay is bearable, you must obey the guards and follow all rules.

You must remain clothed at all times, except when using the toilet or washing or doing laundry.

You must observe good hygiene. The hose is there for a reason. Use it often.

You must wash your clothes once a week, on Saturday. You will wash them in the evening and sleep naked while they dry. You may use the blanket as a wrap.

You must eat and drink everything that is served to you. Your water jug will be filled daily.

Meals will arrive at 7, noon and 6 pm. Lights come on at 6 am, lights go out at 8 pm.

You will receive fresh supplies on the first day of each month. You will receive sanitary pads as needed, five per month.

You will not converse with your neighbors.

You will not engage in sexual activities with yourself.

You will not demean or disrespect the staff.

If you have been sentenced to lashing, you will be removed from your cell at a time unknown to you. You will return to your cell once the entire sentence has been carried out.

If you have any health concerns, let a guard know. Do not lie.

Obey and you will be comfortable.

Time stood still for Ally. All she could do was wait for her lashing. She feared the prospect. She got used to the routine, the lack of comforts. She washed often as it was hot in the cell. She was grateful for the water supply. She missed the small things. She yearned for a razor. She managed to get by with her tight pants without ripping them. She would wash her pants one week and her shirt the other week, avoiding full nudity, though she used the blanket for cover. While there were no prisoners who could see her, the guards often walked by when she was washing or using the toilet. They made lewd comments all the time.

On the 18th day she was given another booklet titled Lashes. It was to prepare her for the inevitable.

The first four pages had pictures of the various implements that were used. A simple cane, a riding crop, a 9-tails, a whip, a small paddle, a large paddle with holes. The only words in the booklet were, A doctor will be on site during the process.

100 lashes. Ally began to shake uncontrollably at the thought. She sobbed. Her neighbor shooshed her. She managed to compose herself before the guards heard.

On the 30th day, they came for her while she was asleep. She was whisked out of the door next to her cell so none of the other prisoners could see her. She was led outside into the early morning air, her first outing since her incarceration. She was led up a steep hill. At the top was the set up.

She was groggy and hungry. They wasted no time getting her into position. She could see both male and female guards present. The place was floodlit. Four tall towers beamed bright lights onto the site.

Ally was made to spread her legs and they were secured to the base of a wooden frame. As she was doing this, a guard noticed that her pants were only covering half her ass so she pulled them up and they promptly tore at the crotch and the tears ran down her inner thighs. Ally was mortified. The guards laughed.

Ally’s arms were spread at right angles to her torso and shackled to a beam. Her body had been bet forward by about 30 degrees, her unsupported breasts were dangling below her.

The lights were adjusted so Ally could see the table with all the implements. Everything she saw in the booklet was before her. A burly man, clad in nothing but shorts, appeared and picked up the cane.

A guard read out her name and sentence. The man walked behind her and got into position.

“You will count each stroke out loud,” a guard ordered Ally, “You make a mistake and we start over.”

Ally took a deep breath. The early morning breeze was stiff. Her hair was blowing into her eyes. She closed her eyes and steeled herself. Without warning the first stroke of the cane landed across her butt. She yelped and said, “One”. Her butt stung. Seven more strokes followed, up and down her butt. Ally counted, struggling to hold back tears. Eight down, 92 to go, she thought. The man walked over to her and pulled her shirt up from behind and nailed it to the beam, exposing her back and part of her breasts. He then picked up the whip.

The first stroke was preceded by a quick whooshing sound. The whip landed across her bare back, leaving a faint red mark. With each stroke, Ally’s cries grew louder. The whipping stopped after eight. Red marks criss-crossed her back. 16 down, 84 to go.

Ally was breathing rapidly. Tears were dripping down onto the ground below her. The sun was starting to rise in the distance. A guard stepped up and held a straw near her mouth. Grateful, Ally drank all the water she could.

They took a break. Ally waited as the stinging slowly subsided. A full bladder was the latest problem for her. She was also very hungry. She hoped they would feed her soon.

Just as she let her guard down, the long paddle came down hard on her ass. She screamed in agony and continued to count. She got to 20 and thought she would pass out from the pain. He stopped. Her ass was on fire and in her hysteria she relaxed her bladder, peeing on to the ground below, eliciting loud laughter and mocking from the guards. One of the female guards walked up behind her and grabbed her pants where they had split. Her finger was just behind Ally’s stubbly pussy. Ally prayed that she wasn’t planning to thrust her fingers in her. The guard pulled hard and the pants tore all the way up her butt to the waistband. Then she grabbed the split seat and pulled with both hands, ripping the seat off the pants, exposing Ally’s red, warm butt. Ally begged her to stop. She laughed.

The whip came down around her legs, each stroke catching part of both thighs, ending by looping around one thigh. He was such an expert. He whipped her thighs and then each calf, individually. Ally’s screams were growing fainter. She had reached 36, which came out in a whisper. They took another break.

A bucket of cold water was thrown at Ally’s face. “Wake up whore!” was the order from a guard. Ally was jolted to her senses. 36 down, 64 to go, she thought. She was offered a slice of bread, which a guard patiently fed her, followed by water.

The sun was now up. The same female guard who tore Ally’s pants came behind her and said, “Let’s cover her back.” She pulled Ally’s shirt which had been nailed to the beam, promptly tearing it. “Oops,” she chuckled, having achieved her goal of getting a tear into the fabric. She grabbed the shirt and ripped it up the back.

More whips, more strokes of the cane. 56 down, 44 to go. Ally was barely conscious but she was holding on. The sun was blazing down on them now. Ally had peed herself one more time. Her pants were now ripped off the waistband and the fabric rested near her ankles. She was in essence, naked from the waist down, her back was also exposed.

It was time for a chance of position. Her arms were freed from the beam. Her back was arched. Her pussy was now in full view. Her torso was covered with what remained of her shirt.

She was face to face with everyone. The man held the 9-tails in his hand.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked with a sneer.

Ally took a deep breath, wondering if lying would earn her some relief. She didn’t lie. She said she wasn’t. Just as she finished her response, the 9-tails came flying between her legs, catching her pussy and clit and inner thigh like several bee stings. Each lash counted as one stroke, not nine. Ally knew that. So they were up to 60 and Ally’s pussy was on fire and throbbing. Her screams filled the morning air.

A male guard pulled out an electric shaver and came towards Ally. He ran it roughly over her pussy, removing the stubble on her raw, sore pussy. Ally begged him to stop.

“Need it smooth so the lashes will have a better effect,” he said with a smile.

Then the female guard who had been actively participating asked Ally, “You said you were not a virgin. Did you fornicate on our land?”

Ally thought for a moment and responded, “I wasn’t convicted of that.”

“We can’t prove it but your word and your actions certainly indicate that you are getting off lightly,” she said, pulling out her phone.

Ally begged her to stop, “Please, keep lashing me. I’m sorry I broke your laws!” While the woman stepped away with her phone, the male guard with the shaver came back and looked hungrily at Ally’s pussy. “Not a virgin,” he said, “Even better for us.” He reached over and grabbed Ally’s shirt in the middle and pulled. The buttons flew off and her breasts were exposed. He pulled at the fabric in random locations, tearing it up but leaving it hanging on her body. He nodded to the man with the whip, who was ready to resume his duties.

Since the last round of lashing, the man had taken a breather and returned wearing nothing but a small square of cloth that was held in place by a string around his waist. Ally watched in horror as each subsequent lash of the whip across her stomach and breasts sent him into a massive erection. He said nothing as Ally yelped each time the whip made contact with her bare skin, and screamed when it touched her nipples.

72 down, 28 to go. The man paused and stood before her, erect and ready to explode. He began to walk towards her, with a hungry look on his face. He was licking his lips in a provocative, vulgar manner. His erect cock was inches from her pussy when he stopped, shook his head and walked away. He picked up the 9-tails and returned, still erect.

Ally heard several footsteps as he resumed whipping her pussy. She screamed louder each time, counting to 80 when he stopped. She was really out of it. The sun was beating down hard and someone threw two buckets of water at her. Her body ached, she was panting, hyperventilating, almost going insane. At least it was almost over.

She looked up and saw the female guard with the phone flanked by two men in military fatigues, the same outfit worn by the judge who had sentenced her. One spoke after a long pause, “So you admit to fornicating on our soil?”

“No,” said Ally.

“But your lover signed a confession. You are willing to lie? He is a free man as a result.”

That jerk, she thought. He was bad news from the start. Ally bit her lip and though hard.

“Well, let’s talk after we reach 100 lashes.” Ally was repositioned for the finale. She was secured in an upright position but her legs were folded back so the soles of her feet were exposed.

The next 10 cracks of the cane fell on the soles of her feet, 5 each. Ally was given a drink of water. 90 down, 10 to go.

Out came the whip. 5 more across her back and 3 more across her breasts. The remnants of her clothes were cut from her body. Her humiliation near complete.

The final two blows were struck with great intensity. The paddle fell across her butt cheeks. Ally screamed at the top of her lungs and fainted. She was jolted to her senses by another bucket of cold water that was dumped over her head. Drenched, in agony, covered in sweat, Ally peed onto the ground below, and unable to control herself, began to wail.

They had brought her out at 4 a.m. and now it was close to noon. The gathering disappeared for a while only one military officer returned with the female guard. He posed the same question to Ally, who was drifting in and out of sleep.

“Yes, I did,” was her response.

“So you confess? How many times?” he asked.

“Why does it matter? Isn’t once bad enough?” Ally said tartly.

“He said at least five times.”

“OK. Five times.”

The officer asked the guard to accompany him. Ally could watch them confer at a distance. Then he took out his phone and made a call. He handed the phone to the guard, who spoke for a few minutes. In the meantime, another guard appeared and gave Ally a generous drink of water. She then released Ally from her shackles. Ally slumped to the wet ground. She remained on her knees, with her head bowed as she waited for her tormentors to return. They did after several minutes.

“We don’t believe you,” said the officer, “Your response wasn’t sincere so you will be re-tried and re-sentenced for additional crimes against nature. This time it won’t be a quick trial. We are always quick to get our criminals sentenced the first time. You will probably serve out your current sentence but in a different cell. You will be kept in irons the entire time. I will come and talk to you in a few days.”

Ally was pulled to her feet, which were very sore from the caning. She hobbled as the two guards held her by the arms and escorted her back to the cell block. Instead of returning to her original cell, she was led down a narrow outside staircase to a dark corridor. The whole place was very spooky. The air smelled of disinfectant.

Shiny, polished iron shackles lay on the floor of a 1 square meter (39” by 39”) cell.The ankle cuffs were an inch thick, the chain was a foot long. The wrist cuffs were thinner and the chain slightly longer. A thick steel ring was placed around her neck. Chains were linked from her neck to her wrists to her ankles. At best she could stand straight with a slight haunch. The ceiling was high and a single light bulb glowed continuously. A deep hole in the center of the floor was the toilet.There was nothing else in the cell.

There was no sense of night and day here. Every 6-8 hours Ally was fed a bowl of mush, either corn grits or rice, mixed with vegetable peels. The lumpy food sat at the bottom of a large plastic bowl that was filled with water.Every 12-16 hours Ally was allowed out of the cell to wash with a hose that was setup at the end of the corridor. She also received a squirt of toothpaste at the time.

After a few days, the officer spoke to Ally through the window in her cell door.

“Answer me truthfully. We know he lied,” he warned.

“How many days were you in this country before your arrest?”

“24,” Ally replied.

“Purpose of visit?”

“Business trip.”

“Your age?”

“22”

“Virgin before arrival?”

“No.”

“When did you meet your lover?”

“On the 5th day in the hotel bar.”

“When did you first have sexual contact with him?”

“The next night?”

“So from days 6 through 24, how many times did you have intercourse with him?”

“14 times.” Ally was turning beet red but he couldn’t see her face.

“How many times did you perform oral sex on him?”

“7 times.”

“How many times did he perform oral sex on you?”

“7 times.”

“Anal sex?”

“Once.”

“Showers together?”

“Almost every day.”

“Spent the night in your room or his room?”

“Every night since the second night.”

“So we have 14 counts of fornication, 15 counts of sodomy, 18 counts of cohabitation,” he said. Ally couldn’t see that he had his phone on the entire time and the conversation was being transmitted to a judge’s office. But he then held the phone to his ear and took notes. After a lengthy silence, he put the phone down and spoke to Ally.

“Each count of fornication costs 100 days and 100 lashes. Each count of sodomy costs twice as much. Each count of cohabitation costs half as much. Altogether, you are looking at 14.5 years in jail and 5300 lashes.”

Ally cringed at the thought.

“The lashes can be reduced, 300 per year of hard labor so you’ll be down to 950 lashes over the course of your sentence. Are you willing to make this trade?”

“What is hard labor?” Ally asked.

“Menial, backbreaking tasks. Complete servitude.”

“If I choose the lashes, how will I receive them?”

“Monthly sessions of 30-35 lashes each.”

“Will I be a sex slave?” Ally asked, emboldened all of a sudden.

“That’s part of hard labor. You cannot negotiate here. We can double your years in prison and cancel the lashes, if that’s what you want. 29 years in this cell. I am only laying out your options. You will be formally sentenced later.” He got up and left.

A few more days passed before Ally was removed from her cell after a meal and her shackles were all removed. She was taken to a shower and given 10 minutes to scrub herself clean. Ally jumped at the opportunity and cherished the brief luxury. The water was switched off after 10 minutes but Ally was as happy as she could be. She was handed a towel and asked to brush her teeth as well. After that she was given a fresh set of prison clothes. This time, the pants fit better. She was put in shackles again and led out of the building to a waiting van. She was driven to the courtroom. This time, she faced a panel of five military judges, two men and three women. The woman who sat in the middle read the charges, detailing her confession and her sentencing options. Then she asked Ally, “Do you plead guilty to all of these charges?”

“Yes,” replied Ally.

“Is this your true confession or have you hidden something from us?”

“It’s all true. I have nothing else to add.”

“What about the drinking?”

“It was one time outside the hotel.”

“Was alcohol ever present in your room or your lover’s room?”

“It was but it was legal.”

“No. It is legal to drink in the hotel bar and nowhere else.”

Ally was horrified. What were they going to sentence her to now?

“So your confession was incomplete,” said the officer, “You were looking at 14.5 years hard labor plus 950 lashes. We will make that a nice round number. 15 years hard labor, in isolation, plus 1000 lashes to be handed out over time. Expect no mercy from those who will supervise you. Take her away to LC21A!” The gavel came down. Two guards pounced on Ally and led her to the van. They drove off to the dock where Ally boarded a waiting boat. She was given some food and water on the boat. The two guards accompanied her on the boat as it zoomed across the gulf to an isolated island cluster.The boat docked at a small island that was mostly bare except for a couple of trees and a bamboo cage. Ally was led to the cage. They stopped at the door. Ally’s shackles were removed and she was ordered to strip. Then she was shackled again. She was placed in the cage and the door was chained shut. “You start here,” barked one guard as she walked away with her colleague. Ally watched as they boarded the boat and sped away.

The cage was 12 feet by 12 feet, with thick bamboo poles embedded in the ground. The poles were 2 inches apart. The roof was straw cover. There were two barrels in different corners. One was labeled “drinking water”, the other “wash water”. The latter had a pipe attached that was connected to a large funnel outside, presumably to collect rainwater. A paper bag full of soap granules and a tube of toothpaste rested on top of that barrel. A sack of some sort of grit-like powder and a plastic bowl rested between the barrels. There was no designated toilet. Ally had to dig one.

Complete isolation. But they were watching her.

Ally tried not to despair. She had to patient. This stint had to be temporary, she said to herself. Where was the hard labor beyond figuring out how to go about the day?

She made sure she ate, drank enough water and kept herself clean. She ate four bowls of the mush each day. It certainly kept her full and full of energy. She spent the first few days plucking out whatever body hair she had grown, on her legs and underarm. It was too early to pluck the stubble off her pussy, though she began to cherish her own touch. She began to masturbate while washing, hoping that if they were watching her, they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a thorough pussy washing and intense pleasure. Of course, when the island was plunged into darkness each night, no one would see what she was doing to herself. Ally routinely fell asleep covered in sweat and with sticky fingers.

It rained a lot, keeping her wash barrel full. As the days went by she watched the food and drinking water supply dwindle. She estimated she had enough for another 3-4 days max and was hoping they would notice. She had been in the cage for close to 26 days now.

She still hadn’t reached the end of her original 100 day sentence. 15 years would follow after that. She had 34 days to go at this point.

The next afternoon, during another round of torrential rain, she saw a midsized boat approaching the island. Two men got off the boat. One was rolling a barrel of water and the other was carrying a bag of food and another small satchel of supplies (soap and toothpaste, Ally guessed). They reached her cell and unlocked the door. Both were wearing long plastic rain shields and were dragging mud into Ally’s cell. They switched out the water barrel, restocked her, giving her a toothbrush in addition to the tube of toothpaste and instead of soap granules, they left two bars of soap and a small towel.

“Thank you,” said Ally, standing in a corner of the cell. As the second man was leaving the cell, he reached over and grabbed Ally by the chain that was linking the steel ring around her neck to her wrist chain. He pulled her out of the cell into the rain that was beginning to taper off. Ally stumbled into the muddy ground. He then dragged her towards the edge of the island and threw her down onto the ground, a few feet from where the boat was docked. Ally was lying face down on the muddy ground. She lifted herself onto her elbows, spitting mud out of her mouth. The men boarded the boat and were out of sight for a few minutes. They returned and adjusted Ally’s shackles so that her hands were tightly cuffed behind her back. They spoke to each other in a local dialect that Ally could not understand.

Still face down on the ground, Ally felt a weight on her back. Then a hand went between her legs and began rubbing her pussy and then the hand went into her buttcrack. Then she was pulled to her feet and taken on board the boat where she was placed in a tiny compartment, crouching in order to fit. She was wet and muddy.

The boat took off at high speed, tossing Ally around the tiny compartment. She managed to hold onto the door. The boat soon settled down and the journey became smoother. By the time they docked, Ally was dizzy and a little banged up. The mud had dried on her skin as well.

She heard footsteps. People were getting on the boat. She heard several male voices, jubilant and excited. She heard cans open. She waited patiently.

Finally, she was pulled out of her little space and into the bright sunlight. It had long stopped raining. As her eyes adjusted she noticed the dozen men sitting around the deck, some on the floor, some on folding chairs. There were several boats moored nearby. Ally steadied herself as the men made lewd comments and snickered at her. One of them offered a bottle of water, which she gladly accepted.

Still caked in mud, still naked, Ally drank the water and waited for their next move. Two more men boarded the boat, one carrying a stereo. He put it down and pressed the play button. Loud, hip-hop music came on, not in a language that Ally understood.

“Dance,” she was ordered. Ally began swaying her hips, trying to mimic the grinding movements she was known for in her free life.

“More sexy!” one man screamed. Ally continued to sway and grind, bending her knees, going down. She began to run her hands over her tits, squeezing her nipples. She kept her eyes closed in order to avoid seeing them. Suddenly, one of them gave her a firm push from behind and she stumbled towards one of the men seated in front of her. He grabbed her and held her head between his legs. His cock was erect under his shorts. A wet spot had formed on the flimsy fabric. All the men were shirtless and wearing shorts or boxers. He pushed her away. She fell to the ground when another man pulled her to her feet. He turned her around and put his arms around her from behind, squeezing her tits and rubbing his hard cock, still under his boxers, against her ass. Then he pushed her away. The music resumed. “Keep dancing!” came the orders.

Ally continued to sway, playing with her tits and hair. Suddenly feeling emboldened, she went down on her back and lifted her legs, writhing on the deck, showing off her pussy to the gathering. She gently touched herself, running her fingers over the thick stubble that covered her pussy. Just then one of the men pounced on her and began furiously licking her pussy while the others cheered. His tongue and rough fingers ran over her pussy. Ally could not control herself. The orgasm was intense. She shook and shuddered, almost passing out as the bearded face rubbed on her. The fingers had worked their way into her butt crack.

“Stop!” came a sudden order. The man got up and walked away while Ally struggled to catch her breath.

“Tie her to the mast!” Ally was pulled to her feet and her wrists were tied with rope to the mast. Her body was pinned against the mast which rested between her breasts. Her legs were raised off the ground, folded at the knees and her ankles were secured with a chain. She was hugging the mast tight and her hips were raised just enough so that her clit rested against the metal pole.

“Perfect.”One of the men wearing old boxers came forward, holding a leather whip. He raised his arm. The others watched, drinking their beer.

A whooshing sound preceded the scream. As the whip made contact with Ally’s back, her body rubbed against the mast, stimulating her clit.

The whip fell on her mud-caked body 9 more times, sometimes looping around her back and catching her breast. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy was soaking wet. She cried in pain and pleasure.

“10 down, 990 to go,” said one of the men. Ally was horrified. She couldn’t bear the thought of receiving 1000 lashes in one go. She had made it through 100 but she couldn’t take 1000.

Most of the men left the boat. The two who had brought Ally over remained. Ally was taken down from the mast and led back to her compartment. She was hungry and desperately needed to pee. As she crouched inside she looked at one of the men and asked if she could pee. The man said something to his compatriot who returned with a small bucket. Ally thanked him and put the bucket under and peed into it. She offered to empty it but the man took it from her and emptied it into the water. The other man handed her some bread and a bottle of water and closed the door.

Ally remained there for the night, sore and covered with dried mud. She curled into a ball and closed her eyes. Sleep came easily in spite of the cramped space.

The morning brought a visit from the Deputy Director of Prisons, who was now overseeing her sentence. Ally was given no notice, rather she was hauled out of her compartment, groggy and disheveled. The female DDP stared at her, flanked by the two men who were now in their respective uniforms.

“They asked you to dance, not fondle yourself and masturbate,” the DDP raged, “Do you never learn?”

Ally couldn’t say anything. All she could think about was eating and using the bucket.

“Shall we double your sentence? 30 years and 2000 lashes?”

“No, please don’t do that,” Ally begged, momentarily forgetting her needs.

The DDP looked at the men and then over at the row of boats. “Make her scrub all the decks and lavatories, give her nothing more than scraps and show no mercy!” She stormed away.