Prisoner of the New Republic

Chapter 1

The panic attacks just kept coming, endlessly, one after the other. An attack would begin, and Mona would feel the fear in her spine. Breathing would become difficult. She would panic more when she felt it. Perhaps something horrible was about to happen.

She would do the breathing exercise she had learned long ago. She would do the exercise for 10 minutes and just as the attack was beginning to ease off, and she was sort of able to breathe again, something else would happen just outside of her cell, and she would immediately be in the grip of another panic attack.

Mona had been in the cell for just 6 days. But it seemed now like an eternity. It was a city jail. The particular wing she was in was dedicated to young women. For the male guards and the city police, it apparently was also a recreational wing designed for their pleasure. The wing housed perhaps 75 young women, ranging in age from 15 to 35. All the women she had seen were very attractive. So was Mona.

The center part of the wing was open and visible to all of the cells. This center area is where all of the corporal punishment was taking place, as well as all of the rapes. Apparently the guards wanted each woman to see what was going to happen to her when it was her turn in the center. They seemed to love the fear so obviously emanating from each woman. Unfortunately, Mona’s cell was closest to the center. She had the best seat in the house.

There were 4 different types of punishment benches to which a woman would be secured into place. They never used more than 2 at a time. Usually they only used one at a time. A girl would be brought out of her cell trembling, begging to not be hurt, and promising to be good. There were always at least 4 guards or cops in attendance, and sometimes as many as 12.

The trembling girl would then be ordered to undress, and told at the same time that if she wasn’t fully nude in 30 seconds, her punishment would be doubled. Invariably the terrified girl would strip in 30 seconds in front the guards and cops while they laughed and joked with each other. Invariably every girl tries to use her arms to cover some part of her breasts and genitals in a completely vain attempt to retain some vestige of her modesty. The men all joke about this for a minute or two before things become more serious.

The men surround the girl and begin touching her. Some of the girls would say “Please don’t. Pleeeease?” Most, recognizing the futility of this, simply whimpered audibly when her nipples were pinched hard, or the first finger went roughly up her vagina or her rectum. The men continued to joke as they inspected the girl and discussed different details of her anatomy. This was the beginning of foreplay.

Finally, one man, usually the Alpha male and leader of the group would become serious and begin the formal process, and would bring the girl to one of the punishment benches, and have the rest of the men help him secure the girl tightly into her position on the bench. During this process things were quiet. The men were focusing on their leaders instructions, and the girl was frozen in the grip of terror.

The girl would be secured to the bench, kneeling or bending over it. Her ass and the backs of her legs would be completely exposed for the coming punishment. Her breasts would be visible and available to be touched. Weights or electrodes could be attached to her breasts, if desired. Her rectum and her cunt were both visible and available for penetration, at the generic crotch level of the average man. This was also true of her mouth. After the punishment, all three of her holes would be open and on the menu.

The leader would then get down to business, by designating the person to discipline the prisoner, or if the leader was going to be the man of discipline, select his implement of choice. There were choices between: the cane, the wooden paddle, the whip, the leather strap, or the belt. Usually the leather strap was the implement of choice. It inflicted almost as much pain as the paddle or the cane, and left much less of a mark. With a paddle the girl’s ass could easily be rendered bloody after 20 or 30 whacks. With the leather strap it was always possible to give the girl at least 50 whacks, and each whack was still agonizing. This stretched out the punishment considerably, adding greatly to pleasure of the men.

She was horrified the first time she saw a woman being tortured like this. The New Republic was supposed to be a civilized place. These things weren’t supposed to happen. She had only been in her cell for half an hour, when the first woman was brought into the center of the wing, stripped naked, groped, and secured to a bench. There were eight men around her, all guards. The woman looked to be about 18, and was a thin, beautiful blonde.

The leader used a wooden paddle on her. She couldn’t believe her eyes or her ears when he delivered the first whack. He hit the girl so hard. The whack sounded like a gun shot, and the girl shrieked so loudly in the most blood curdling way. Mona’s stomach immediately was clenching into knots as her first panic attack began immediately.

The girl being beaten immediately began to sob pitifully and beg for her punishment to please stop. The guard paddling her took his time, waiting at least a minute between each whack, slowly lining the paddle up next to the girl’s ass, rubbing her ass with the paddle, letting everyone anticipate the next whack. All through this the girl plaintively screamed, begged, and whimpered, and promised to do anything and everything all the men wanted. Throughout the process, Mona’s panic attack increased.

The girl got 20 whacks. Her ass was bleeding and bruised. Casually, while the girl continued to sob and cry afterwards, the 8 guards all undressed and the gangbang began. Five minutes into it, Mona’s panic attack, obviously caused by witnessing this event, reached a crescendo, and she threw up.

The girl being gang raped also threw up, although for different reasons. This did not deter the 8 guards in any way. The first round only took about 25 minutes. The girl took the guards on 2 at a time. There was always one guard in her face, fucking her mouth and throat, and another guard fucking her from behind, either up her ass or in her cunt. The girl seemed to squeal more when she was taking a cock up her ass. It might have been her first anal sex experience. Of course, they all came inside of her, mostly in her mouth, and she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed a seemingly endless amount of their cum.

After the eight guards had all cum inside of the girl, they released her from the punishment bench. They carried her to a bed in the same area. Because of the paddling and subsequent gang fucking she had just received, she was having a little trouble walking, so they carried her. They put her on the bed and gathered around her. It was time for round 2 of her gangbang.

This time three men rode her at a time. She rode one guard Cowgirl style, and another guard came up behind her to bury his cock up her ass, while a third guard brought his cock to her face and she obediently opened her mouth to suck him. This round would take considerably longer. The guards were already sated somewhat, and each of them took at least 20 minutes before ejaculating a second time. Often they switched locations, from her ass or cunt to her mouth, giving her a very thorough taste of her ass and her cunt, before they would fill her mouth with more cum for her to swallow.

Mona watched trembling as round 2 took more than an hour to culminate. Her stomach was in knots and she was trembling in terror. She believed completely and totally that this experience was waiting for her, probably the same day and she was terrified. She did not think she could survive the experience without her mind shattering. She contemplated suicide, and tried to think of some way to accomplish it in her cell. She had no solution.

But the panic attacks went on steadily. The fear started in her spine and moved to her stomach. Her spine made her shiver uncontrollably and her stomach was continually clenched in knots. She threw up repeatedly. She tried the breathing techniques she had learned to deal with the panic attacks, but no sooner did one gang rape end, then another group of cops or guards began forming in the center area, to discuss which girl to bring out next. Often they looked and pointed at her cell, and the next panic attack came rolling in like a thunder storm.

This went on for 6 days. The men would begin forming up in the center area at 8 AM and the party would go on until midnight. Each day ten girls got a turn in the middle area. Mona tried to not look, but she couldn’t help herself. The sounds of pain and rough, rape style sex drew her eyes like a magnet. But they hadn’t yet taken her out of her cell for her first turn as the star of the sex show. The guards often came over to the front of her cell after finishing with another girl. They seemed to take great pleasure in telling Mona how much they were all looking forward to her turn. One guard told her that he thought she was the prettiest girl on the wing, and she would soon have many turns in the center area, and that she was soooo pretty that each of her turns would feature at least 12 men.

Another guard, a Sargent whose name was Clemence, told her how much he loved being inside a girl’s cunt while another man was fucking her up the ass. He told her that he could feel the other man’s cock through the membranes of her ass and cunt as it sawed in and out, and that the feeling, combined with the shuddering in pain by the girl, was his favorite moment in life, and that when he was doing this with Mona, he would arrange for a man with a 12” cock to be the one up her ass. He told her that he couldn’t wait to feel that with her and that while this was happening, he would be suckling happily on her tits, vicariously tasting all of her terror and pain, and loving every morsel of it. He explained that this would leave her head and mouth available for the third man, who would have his cock down her throat at the same time. She threw up again right after Clemence shared this with her, as soon as he walked away and began demonstrating his preferences with the girl that was being gangbanged at that moment. Periodically during that rape, Clemence would move his head so that he could make eye contact with Mona and would wink and smile at her.

On the third day, they brought her to the courtroom for her trial. It lasted about an hour. Three days earlier, she had been arrested for possession of a pound of cocaine, with the intent to distribute. It had been found in the trunk of her car after she was stopped for a routine traffic offense. She had no idea how it had gotten there. In the New Republic, possession of narcotics in a quantity of more than one ounce was a capital offense. A subsequent search of her apartment turned up another 5 ounces.

Mona’s husband had also been arrested. He had signed a full statement that blamed Mona for everything. He had already been acquitted and released. Mona’s attorney also told her that her husband had apparently received a large payment from someone unknown, and was apparently in the process of relocating to another country.

The judge heard the evidence and asked Mona for her side of the story. She told him honestly that she had no idea how the drugs had gotten into her car or her apartment. She was telling the truth. I had ordered the drugs to be planted there. I had ordered the search of her car and her arrest. I had ordered the payment to her husband. I had ordered that she get a cell where she would get a front row seat for each beating and gang rape, but had also ordered that she was not to be touched. I am the Regional Governor, appointed by the Dictator.

Mona didn’t know it yet, but she was headed for my household, to become one of my concubines. She was going to experience something of a transformation of her character and her soul in the process. She was going to think that this was her choice, and her salvation. She was going to love me utterly and single mindedly. She was going to be my property, and she was going to be grateful to me for accepting her as my property.

I knew all about her panic attacks. She was 25 and I was 50. I had known her for three years before being appointed Governor, and I had always cared for her, had always found her irresistibly attractive. She had worked for a company that I own, and had left my company shortly after she had gotten married. I had loved her very much from a distance. I intended now to love her in reality, but on my terms. My terms were somewhat selfish.

The judge found her guilty. He held the sentence in abeyance for a week, and Mona was put back into her cell, horrified, while she watched the cops and the guards spend three more days, enjoying girl after girl after girl. She thought her mind was going to shatter from the cascading anxiety attacks and overwhelming fear and terror she had as a result of witnessing the sexual torture and nonstop gangbangs. Finally her lawyer came into her cell with an offer and an explanation.

He offered her a letter agreement giving her the opportunity to become a part of my household, as a concubine. She would lose her citizenship and all her rights, but her death sentence would not be mandated. Being a part of my household would give her the opportunity over time to become a “New Person”. She would immediately become my ward and one of my concubines. I would take responsibility for her growth and discipline.

Her lawyer explained to her that she could sign the agreement immediately, and would be released into his custody, and he would take her immediately to a therapeutic center for a few days, in order to treat her anxiety attacks.

He also explained to her that if she did not sign the agreement, she would be sentenced to death the following day, and would stay in the jail and enjoy the hospitality of the guards for the next three weeks, however she was scheduled for her first session of corporal punishment and gang rape therapy as soon as her lawyer left her cell without her.

He pointed out sympathetically that her gangbangers were already forming up in the center of the wing. There were 12 guards, all looking at her and smiling. A few of them were rubbing their crotches through their pants. Clemence stood at the front of the group of 12 men. He was smiling more broadly than the other men, as he nodded his head to her. In his hand he held a heavy leather strap. It was 20” long, with a thick plastic handle in the shape of an 18” dildo. He smiled again and winked at her. Mona signed the agreement immediately.