Chapter 40
Mrs McEwan dismissed Stewart with the order to report to Mrs Parsons. To say
that he was apprehensive would be inaccurate-his emotions were bordering on
sheer terror as he descended the stairs to the kitchen. It was early in the
evening, and whatever she had in mind for him, it could last for hours.
She was waiting for him, still dressed in her dowdy housekeeper's dress and with
an even stricter expression on her face than was usual. On the table in front of
her lay a pile of equipment that was either designed for discipline or could be
easily adapted for that purpose. There were the inevitable horse crops that one
would expect to find in such a house-but also long thin canes more designed for
human rather than animal hides. He came to attention in front of her and awaited
his fate. To his amazement, she smiled at him.
"Relax Stewart, I won't be thrashing you this evening. I have some work for you
and I imagine that it is work that you will find rather pleasant. Mrs McEwan's
husband normally assists me with this sort of problem, but as he is away on
business, Mrs McEwan has kindly given me permission to use you in his place. You
have I take it, heard that there are similar Institutes for Correction to the
one you attend- all over Europe?"
Stewart had indeed heard of the Correctional Centres but had taken little
interest at the time other than agreeing that the politicians should deal
robustly with offenders. Since he had been sentenced to time in a British one,
he had had no time for further study on the subject. Mrs Parsons went on to
explain that there were two German prisoners on release to the community from a
Centre who were staying in the area. It seemed that their temporary owner, a
senior German Social worker had brought them with her when she came to stay with
a friend. Unfortunately she had been far too relaxed with them and they had
taken advantage of her kindness. She felt that she had neither the facilities
nor the strictness to correct them herself and had called the local Centre for
advice. They had recommended the services of Mrs McEwan who had helped out in
previous cases. Naturally Mrs McEwan had called the German centre and spoken to
the lady Governor who had been furious at this lapse in her standards. She not
only authorised Mrs McEwan to deal with the problem but also assured her that
she had full authority to discipline them in any way she saw fit. It seems that
she also faxed a profile for both prisoners that she felt would be useful.
Mrs Parsons had already decided on the use of the basement room for what would
need to be a long session. She explained to Stewart that as far as these
prisoners were concerned, he would be a person of authority and not of a low
status like themselves. He would therefore dress in a pair of chinos, white
T-shirt and loafers that belonged to Mr McEwan. He would be expected to not only
assist the housekeeper, but also to make suggestions that would increase the
effectiveness of the session. Naturally, should the prisoners be in any way
modest, the presence of a male would increase the embarrassment level
appreciably.
From what she had read in the prisoner profile, arrogance was be the main
problem that needed to be addressed. To that end Mrs Parsons had given discreet
instructions to the owner. The prisoners had been given no opportunity for
showering for the past 24 hours with an excuse that the plumbing in their part
of the house was faulty. They had also been deprived of fresh clothing. Added to
that they had been given some hard physical work to carry out cleaning the
stables and in view of the warm weather, would arrive in a less than pristine
state. Stewart, still emotionally the prisoner, immediately grasped the
advantage that would confer on Mrs Parsons when the prisoners stood before her.
Any inspection or examination would be made ten times worse if they felt at such
a psychological disadvantage. Her careful reading of the profile had also
revealed a potential weakness in the prisoner's background. They were carrying
out their sentences in an all female establishment so any male participation
would be that more effective. Add to that the report that they were both
believed to have lesbian tendencies caused Mrs Parsons to believe that any
interaction with Stewart, would be particularly unpleasant for them.
"And by the way Stewart," Mrs Parsons said with a grin, "I am well aware that
you haven't received sexual relief for some time, so I will be allowing you to
utilise these prisoners to overcome that shortage. The only condition I will be
imposing is that you will be the only one allowed to derive any real sexual
pleasure from any contact. Now, let's take all this equipment down to the cellar
and make it look like what it will be for the next few hours, a punishment
room!"
Together they carried all the gear including some boxes down the steep steps.
The room was as cold and unwelcoming as usual but by the time the canes, straps
crops and other equipment had been hung up or laid out it would strike fear in
the heart of the bravest prisoner. They walked back upstairs and were waiting at
the entrance to the barn when a car pulled up. Stewart could just make out the
shapes of two females sitting upright in the back but his attention was diverted
by a male driver who got out and spoke to them. It was a short conversation and
the car was soon departing leaving the two passengers standing in the courtyard
with two large bags.
The first impression for Stewart was the difference in the uniform worn by
German Correctional Centre prisoners: He later learned that the two females were
in their No2 work clothing and the rest of their uniforms were in their bags.
Heavy black leather work-boots reaching up to their ankles thick ankle socks,
medium length black heavy skirt and a military style blouse made in the same
thick woollen material. A white cravat was at the neck and a black beret was
worn on the head. Hardly comfortable gear for a warm evening but certainly one
that would protect from the cold of the German winter
The females themselves were both fine examples of German womanhood. One was aged
around 24 years and the other was probably in her mid thirties.
The younger one, named Schultz was around 5 foot ten inches tall, slim with a
seemingly flat chest under her work-blouse. Not particularly pretty, she had a
well-formed angular face under extremely blonde hair worn in a long plat that
extended almost to her waist.
On the other hand, Mueller, her fellow prisoner was around five foot four inches
tall, heavily built with what seemed large breasts swelling under the blouse.
Her face was a little chubby but fairly pretty with large grey eyes and plump
lips. Again, her fair hair was held in a long thick plat.
Both stood nervously at attention, clearly apprehensive as to what was to happen
to them. Both inwardly regretting their casual attitude towards their temporary
owner that had caused them to be brought before Mrs Parsons. Both feeling hot
and sticky from their previous efforts and wishing that they could take a
cooling cleansing shower.
Mrs Parsons beckoned Stewart to stand next to her and addresses the females:
" As you have been told, following an appalling lack of respect shown to your
owner you have been brought here to me to bring you back into line as rapidly as
possible. You may rest assured that I have the full authority of your Commandant
in the Frankfurt Correctional Institute to do with you as I see fit. You will be
subjected to whatever training or punishment that I deem necessary and will be
required to obey my every order. Should you fail to behave correctly I am
authorised to have you sent back to Germany where you will be dealt with by the
authorities in one of the Severe Training Centres."
A gasp of horror escaped the prisoners on hearing this threat. Stewart later
learnt that this centre in Germany made even the toughest correctional centres
appear benign in comparison. She continued:
"This is Mr Stewart who has offered to help me with your training. You will
address him as "Sir" at all times and myself as "Madam". I understand that you
have been trained to speak flawless English, so do not expect any concessions to
be made regarding your level of comprehension. You will obey any order that we
give immediately and without question. You have no rights to privacy and will
dress as we direct. You may expect corporal punishment for each and every error.
Mr Stewart!"
Surprised by the use of the title "Mr", Stewart looked in Mrs Parson's
direction.
"I think we will start by assessing the physical fitness levels of the
prisoners. Would you please put them to some manual work?"
Stewart thought fast and quickly remembered that he had seen an old cricket
pitch roller behind the barn. He ordered the girls to follow him and soon
located it again. It was a heavy cast iron device that weighed a ton. A large
cast-iron cylinder rotated around a shaft to which handles were attached behind
and in front. It was designed to be moved by four large men to smooth out the
surface of a cricket pitch and, with luck, would be an absolute bitch for two
females to move.
" You will use this roller to level the area of ground that I will mark out with
rocks. I will allow you an hour to complete the task, which should be easy
enough provided you work hard. You may take breaks at your own discretion but do
not expect any leniency if you have not rolled the area within the allotted
time."
He then marked out an area about 100 yards square with stones, one of which
marked the corner where the roller stood. Unfortunately the ground was far from
smooth and covered in numerous bumps and molehills that would make a difficult
job even harder. He then glanced at his loaned wristwatch and gave his first
order:
"You have one hour starting from.... Now!"
The two prisoners ran to their positions, one each side of the roller, grasped
the cross-shafts and heaved. They were obliged to rock the heavy weight
backwards and forwards before it moved, all too slowly across the grass, but
eventually it was moving at a constant pace. Accompanied by their desperate
grunts and slipping boots they managed to move it halfway down the strip before
they were forced to take their first break and lean on their handles breathing
heavily. The elder female asked for permission to speak and when Stewart granted
it asked that they be allowed to removed their heavy woollen uniform tops and
their berets in view of the heat.
"Certainly not!" he snapped, " A little honest sweat will do you both good and I
could not possibly authorise you to be improperly dressed. Your uniform may be a
little heavy for the temperature today, but that is hardly my concern".
They were now totally dejected, as was Stewart's intention. They leant to their
task and, with a clank, the roller moved again. When they reached the stone
marker they had to heave with all their strength to angle the device so that it
would cover a new area on it's return trip, and then start the long journey over
again.
Satisfied that his imposition was working, Stewart went back to the house where
he found an amused Mrs Parsons watching the efforts from a small window. She
handed him a glass of iced soda water.
"An excellent start Stewart. Keep popping back to make sure that the bitches are
hard at it and don't forget to give them copious water to drink. I think they
should be an excellent state for a full uniform and body inspection when they
are finished. It will be interesting to see how their uniform compares with our
own when we have them strip for us."
When Stewart returned after twenty minutes almost a third of the area had been
rolled. Both females were gasping with the effort and drenched in sweat. Dark
wet patches were visible under their armpits and perspiration was running in
rivulets down their faces and exposed legs. He handed them each a large glass of
tepid water, which they gratefully took and swallowed without taking breath.
Without any words or threats from Stewart, they resumed their task and the
roller moved again.
He made a further inspection after forty minutes and again the proffered water
was gulped down. This time they rested on their knees and had to force
themselves to their feet to continue. Desperately they pushed the roller knowing
that there was still virgin grass and time was running out. He arrived for his
final inspection with just five minutes of the allotted hour to run. To his
surprise and disappointment, the entire area had been rolled and by the time the
hour was up the prisoners were on their feet and at attention. He still allowed
another large jug of water to be consumed and then marched them back to the barn
where Mrs Parsons was waiting.
She stood before the exhausted females, taking in their still shaking legs,
sweat-wet uniforms and general disarray.
"I hope that the exercise that Mr Stewart kindly arranged for you will give you
some idea of the standards that I expect, and, talking about standards, I think
it is time that you both received a thorough uniform and body inspection to
determine your level of personal dress and cleanliness. I will instruct you to
remove items of clothing, which you will immediately remove and place on the
small table to your right. You will then assume the present position."
A look of abject horror crossed both of their faces. They were both proud
females with impeccable standards but they were to be inspected when soaked in
their own sweat and feeling dirty and soiled through no fault of their own. Both
of their eyes swung towards Stewart as they both absorbed the fact that they
would have to strip in the presence of a male for the first time having grown
accustomed to the all girl environment of the Correction Centre. Miss Parsons
adjusted the overhead lights to illuminate each prisoner and then ordered the
removal of their berets.
Next they were told to remove their once white cravats from around their necks.
The sweat continued to run down their necks and Stewart, scarcely able to
contain his excitement realised that he would soon be following the path of the
rivulets with his eyes and possibly his fingers.
Next to be removed was the heavy woollen jacket. The sodden items were placed on
the tables and the prisoners snapped back to the present. Little wonder they
continued to sweat: Under the jacket type blouse they wore a dark and equally
heavy woollen vest that clipped to the skirt waistband. The younger girl Schultz
proved herself to be only modestly supplied in the breast department but the
elder prisoner could be seen to have large somewhat drooping breasts under the
damp material of the vest. After a short pause they were ordered to remove the
vests and to the surprise of both Stewart and Mrs Parsons were displayed in a
brassiere made of a thin latex material. The large girl demonstrated that the
opaque latex offered little support but some modesty as though the shape of the
breast was fully visible through the thin whitish rubber, the actual breast
itself still remained obscured.
Schultz's breasts needed no support and jutted out pertly stretching the tight
latex to a point. Clearly the bras had been fitted specially and in poor light
would seem not to be there at all, so closely did they fit the girl's skin. In
places the effect of the body sweat made the latex semi-transparent but unlike
the larger girl, there were no large patches where the liquid had collected.
Closer examination revealed that though the latex over the breasts was thin, the
rubber straps that went over the shoulders and around the chest were heavily
stitched, tight and restrictive.
Stewart was surprised that unlike most German females, their underarms were
fully shaved. This was presumably to emphasise their prisoner status. He made a
point of wrinkling his nose when near either of them to cause them maximum
embarrassment but in truth, little acting was needed as the scent of dried body
sweat hung heavily around them. He was just mentally wondering what they would
have beneath the skirt when to order came:
"Remove your skirts!"
With a shamed glance in his direction from the younger girl, both heavy skirts
were unclipped, unzipped and laid on the tables.
Stewart, used to flimsy thongs or bikini style panties in thin cotton was
surprised again by what he saw, as was Mrs Parsons. The prisoners were wearing
what were obviously regulation panties but very much in the same style as their
brassieres. Made of thin latex they were of the directoire style and reached
down to their thighs. Around the waist was a broad band of tightly restrictive
ribbed rubber about two inches broad that constricted their waists. Similar
bands gripped each thigh and a two-inch strap ran down from the front of the
belt to pass between their legs and, thinning slightly, join up with the rear of
the waistband. The latex material fitted loosely making the panties look baggy,
but the strap devices were firm and tight and must be extremely uncomfortable,
restrictive and difficult to remove or put on. Clearly these were worn for two
reasons, firstly to retain any liquids produced by sweat or accident and
secondly to cause a prisoner discomfort and chafing.
The leg part of the bloomers above the straps were weighed down with what
appeared to be several ounces of liquid, no doubt the product of their recent
exercise with the roller. Again Stewart found himself wondering the effect this
peculiar piece of clothing had caused the wearers and hoping that he would soon
be allowed to find out when the next order snapped out:
"Remove your boots and socks!"
Both prisoners sat down with some difficulty and with strained looks on their
faces as their restrictive knickers were tightened by their posture. Their legs
were pulled up and they started to unfasten the thong laces on their heavy
boots. The underside was revealed to show heavy metal studding and plates in the
fashion of an old style military boot. This was confirmed by the heavy thud as
each article of footwear was removed and dropped the few inches to the concrete
floor. As the socks were pulled free from the reddened damp feet the odour
similar to rancid cheese flooded the area causing even the owner of the feet to
wince in disgust. Soon, however, the wet socks joined the other pile of clothes
and the boots were placed neatly on the floor in front of the table with the now
almost naked prisoners standing at the present once again.
Wrinkling her nose to indicate her displeasure with the scent of the prisoners,
Mrs Parsons asked the older girl some questions:
"What is the purpose of this rather unusual brassiere girl?"
Mueller hesitated looking at Stewart who's presence clearly caused her
considerable embarrassment and replied.
"Well Madam, we are told that this brassiere is to be worn with the working
uniform and when we exercise. It is hygienic in that it can be easily washed and
dried, it provides (another look in Stewart's direction) some degree of modesty
but still allows the breasts freedom of movement as is required at the institute
for exercise periods."
When asked if it was comfortable the prisoner gave a little grimace and said
that it was certainly not but quickly added that she was fully aware that she
was in the Centre to be punished and therefore she could not object. When
pressed she explained that the shoulder straps were rather rough thanks to the
stitching and they always dug into the shoulders of the larger breasted girls.
Also the chest strap was fitted tightly to cause irritation when breathing
deeply. Any sweat that collected inside also caused considerable irritation and
chafing around the inside top of the chest strap.
Mrs Parsons casually asked Stewart if he would mind running his hands over the
breasts of both prisoners to assess the support feature of the latex. Trying
hard to appear calm and disinterested, Stewart went first to the taller younger
girl and firmly rubbed the latex covering her pointed breasts with both hands.
The firmness of both breasts surprised him especially when the initial reaction
to his touch was that the covered nipples became even harder.
The prisoner was mortified at his casual handling and was hard put to maintain
the present as she blushed down to the lower part of her stretched neck. He gave
her a final hard squeeze to both swollen nipples through the slippery rubber and
stood back. He then slowly walked over to the plumper girl who was similarly red
with embarrassment, placed his palms under the pendulous latex covered globes
and started to lift and squeeze. The slippery breasts were heavy and tried to
squirm away as the latex slipped and tightened over them. Gripping a little
firmer by digging his nails through the rubber into the soft flesh he lifted
both breasts to shoulder height and suddenly released them so that they fell
down to the prisoner's chest and stomach with a slapping sound. He then gripped
both nipples with unnecessary firmness to ensure that the wet nubs did not slip
from between the rubber gripped by his fingers, lifted them again so that both
large breasts were suspended clear of her chest and asked his first question:
"Tell me girl, do you have the same system in German Centres where you can have
your breasts caned if you commit three offences that are breast related?"
The girl was obviously in some pain from the grip but swallowed and asked
Stewart to repeat himself, seeming not to understand his reference to three
offences before punishment. When he repeated to question with exaggerated
slowness she immediately comprehended.
"No Sir we are not allowed such kindness in Germany, a breast offence is a
breast offence and we can expect to feel the cane across them each time we
infringe such a rule." Under Stewart's questioning and increasing pressure with
his fingers she admitted that she had been breast caned twice. She went on to
say, with an ever increasing baring of her teeth to absorb the pain from her
nipples, that any second offence within a specified period automatically
resulted in the award of an increased number of strokes. Stewart kept up the
grip and continued to hold the heavy slippery breasts high whilst questioning
her.
"And when were these last caned girl?"
"Five days ago, Sir, just before I was brought to England." She replied. When
questioned as to her offence she admitted that she had been caught wearing half
cup breast supports hidden in the latex bra. "I have large breasts Sir, and they
do hurt when I am made to exercise them without support. It was extremely
foolish of me and I was detected when the Instructress in Physical Training gave
the class a uniform check and found them. She naturally placed me on a report to
the Lady Commandant and she ordered my punishment."
Clearly from the prisoner's constant fidgeting and her facial expressions,
Stewart had found an effective way to interrogate her. He gave the nipples an
extra twist and continued his questioning.
"Where you given any medical preparation?"
"Of course Sir, the Nurse gave me an injection in my thigh the night before to
ensure that my breasts were fully sensitive and that I would derive maximum
benefit from the infliction."
"And how many strokes did you have to take across each breast?"
"Twelve Sir, four across the upper surface, four under the breast with one of
the guards holding it clear of my chest-as you are doing now- and four across
the tip."
"Which would explain why you are squirming and wriggling now, no doubt."
" Yes Sir, they are very sore and tender."
Stewart suddenly released his grip and allowed them to fall back with a slap. He
knew that the return of circulation to the breast tips would be delightfully
unpleasant but chose to ignore her and turned towards the younger female.
"And what can you tell us about these knickers that you are wearing girl?"
Trying to avoid direct eye contact and with a face suffuse with embarrassment
she replied:
"We have to wear these knickers whenever we are in our working dress or when we
are exercised Sir. Sometimes we are also required to wear them for a few hours
after a beating. When we put them on a supervisor normally tightens the straps
to ensure that they are as uncomfortable and restrictive as possible and also to
ensure that they do not leak around the seals. We are told that they are
deliberately designed to be as uncomfortable as possible by causing discomfort
to our sensitive areas so we are not to complain or attempt to adjust them
ourselves."
"And what can we expect to find when Mrs Parsons orders you to remove the
knickers?"
There was a pause for several seconds as the implication of Stewart's remark was
absorbed. The female prisoners risked moving from the present position to glance
at each other in horror as they realised that they could be required to strip in
front of a male. Schultz plucked up courage and pleaded with Mrs Parsons."
"Please Madam, we are not required to strip in front of males in the Correction
Centre only the female staff. To do such a thing would be too humiliating. We
are also required to be fully shaved between our legs so we could not possibly
display ourselves if Mr Stewart was present."
Mrs Parson's reply was brief and stripped away any hope for modesty that the
females still retained.
" How dare you question Mr Stewart's authority? When he or I require it you
will strip to the bare and furthermore you will display yourselves in any way we
require-without hesitation! You may expect to be punished for that remark later
this evening girl and you will now answer his question immediately!"
Summoning all her control Schultz explained that the straps would inevitably
leave deep marks in the skin for some time causing considerable discomfort,
especially between a girl's legs. Any fluid such as sweat would then make the
area very sore and tender. If a prisoner was wearing the knickers following a
thrashing, any sweat would constantly be wiped against the weals making them
sting even more. Stewart then asked if a girl ever lost control of her bladder
wearing the panties. She reluctantly said that sometimes she was ordered to do
just that to make the clothing even more humiliating and make the entire area
even more sore. There was a screw cap rather like a bottle top centred between
the legs but prisoners were not allowed to touch that themselves. If they were
lucky and the wardress remembered, she might remove it so that they could
urinate. If she did not, the hot urine simply went into the knickers.
The final hope dashed, the soiled and smelly females stood with silent tears
running down their faces and Mrs Parsons observed that she was well on the way
to breaking their obstinate superiority. She quickly moved to the next task so
that their momentum of degradation would be maintained. She asked Stewart to put
them through some exercises so that the advantages and disadvantages of the
unusual bra and knickers could be observed. He was already mentally prepared for
the order and had decided to order two basic types of exercise. The first to get
the breasts, or at least Mueller's breasts moving under the latex so that they
could see just how painful she found them. Secondly to get their legs and thighs
moving to observe the way the knickers gripped and restricted them. He gave the
first orders and soon had them standing, arms at the side and jumping on the
spot.
The younger girl found no problem with her pointed breasts not moving at all.
Unfortunately her fellow prisoner, who must have been at least a British size 38
double D demonstrated that the latex cups gave no support whatsoever and her
heavy breasts were soon swinging and bouncing. Calling them to higher jumps
Stewart managed to have the breasts bouncing individually and slapping into the
girl's chest on both the upward and downward flop. He began to appreciate why
she had taken the risk in putting some supports in the bra. Taking great
pleasure at the female's contorted face and groans he kept them hard at it for
two minutes before calling a halt. He then grasped the breathless girl's breasts
firmly in each hand as he again felt the full freedom they had to move. He
smiled at her and assured her that there would be other tests later that she
could look forward to.
Next he had them both lay on their backs and raise their feet and legs into a
cycling position with their buttocks supported by their hands and elbows. He
could see the liquid in the pants running uphill and obviously stinging
sensitive parts on route as he ordered cycling exercise to commence. Both
females demonstrated some reluctance to "pedal" hard until Mrs Parsons told
them that their reluctance had been noted and would be punished later. The
remarks seemed to overcome their reluctance to impose more discomfort on their
lower regions and they both rotated their feet at an almost commendable rate,
admittedly with their teeth gritted and lips pulled back.
Stewart had them hard at the exercise for a full five minutes, steeling himself
against their obvious distress as they exercised their legs. Finally he called a
halt and let them rest, albeit still supported by the arms and with their knees
drawn up to their heaving chests. During the forced exercise he had noticed that
each pair of knickers did indeed have a white screw cap about one inch across
between the legs and made a mental note to examine it thoroughly later. He also
noticed a slightly smaller screw top situated further round the crotch strap and
wondered to himself what that was for.
Eventually they stood at the present knowing full well what was to come,
dreading the event but committed to the total obedience of either Stewart or Mrs
Parsons. The order soon came:
"Mr Stewart, would you please assist the ladies in removing their brassieres?"
Wordlessly Stewart stood behind Shultz and with difficulty, unfastened the
elasticated rubber strap that held the chest band tightly. The bra did not drop
free as expected and appeared glued to the chest skin. He soon found that the
heavy stitching had been pressed into the flesh and it had to be peeled off,
much like elastoplast. It was eventually freed and then the shoulder straps
peeled loose. Eventually the prisoner Schultz stood there with the cruel
indentations of the straps marking her pale flesh and her two small pointed
breasts fully exposed and still wet with sweat. He noticed how the hard ridge of
the chest strap had left a thin red under each pert breast and mentally
speculated what the bra will have done to her colleague.
With Mueller he made no attempt to be gentle. Having undone the strap he briskly
snatched the straps loose ignoring the exclamations. The two large swinging
mammaries now fell out. He was immediately aware of why the prisoner had
appeared to be so sensitive to his grip whenever he had handled her. They
obviously took breast punishments seriously at the Centre in which these
prisoners were incarcerated. Clearly a thin plastic type rod had been used
rather than a brutal cane but it had obviously been applied with severity. Each
breast had several bruise lines visible, including a cluster that terminated at
the aureole and continued on the other side leaving a plum coloured breast tip
and nipple in it's trail. The nipples and surrounds were swollen and not
entirely as a result of Stewart's recent efforts. They must have been made
supremely sensitive to the slightest touch, which would explain the female's
over-reaction when Stewart was gripping them earlier. Using the same grip he
lifted the breasts off her chest and examined the soft underside. Again the blue
lines were there and also a red chafing line caused by the hard chest strap of
the latex brassiere. He suddenly released them and heard, once again, the
satisfying sound of the breasts slapping against the chest and stomach with the
accompanying gasp from their owner.
Mrs Parsons informed the females that it was time for some more exercise and
instructed them to replace their damp socks and boots. This they did sitting on
the floor with their feet pulled up towards them The sock-smell made them
wrinkle their noses and they pulled them on their already reddened feet with
care taking several minutes to replace each heavy laced boot. Stewart too the
opportunity to question Mueller as to the purpose of the second screw top he had
seen under the crotch of the knickers.
She explained that it gave access to an open tube that fitted into their anus.
Should one of the staff consider it necessary, it could be used to insert a
suppository into their rectum without any need to remove their knickers.
Stewart asked her what sort of suppository and she told him that the staff
frequently used what they called "encouragers" made out of some substance that
caused either stinging or itching to ensure that the prisoners felt obliged to
work harder. Guards that favoured their use carried a small pack of the various
types with a plunger device to insert them.
They then had to stand at attention, deeply aware how prominently they were
presenting their naked breasts. Mrs Parsons went on to tell them that she was
aware of how they were trained in marching drill and they were to get their
drill packs from their travel bags and hand them to Mr Stewart which they did.
Stewart took them outside and examined them. They were square packs about
eighteen inches square and nine inches deep and obviously designed to be
weighted. A complex system of straps supported the packs on the shoulders and
double straps went around the chests, one uncomfortably above the breasts and
one just as uncomfortably beneath. He didn't need to be told what to do and,
having located a pile of builder's sand, filled up both packs. On the way back
to the barn he passed a water-but, but not until he had scooped up some of the
water and added it to the sand to ensure that each pack was as compact and heavy
as possible. He arrived back in the barn with the heavy loads hanging down, one
from each hand.
The two female prisoners were told to assist each other in putting the packs in
place and soon had them square to their backs with all the various straps tight
and even. Despite their previous training they were obviously surprised by the
sheer weight of the packs compared with how heavy they had been on previous
occasions. The harness pressed into the top surface and bottom surface of the
younger female's breasts, but without undue discomfort. Unfortunately, this was
not the case with Mueller. The large breasts were trapped between the upper and
lower straps forcing the mounds into a flatter shape that lifted them away from
the chest and then left them dangling and unsupported over the ridge of the
lower strap.. This made balance even more difficult but she knew that it was
something she would have to overcome as immaculate foot-drill was an essential
test of her obedience and discipline. She had seen too many parade ground
thrashings in Germany to allow herself any sympathy. Finally, the long
regulation plats were hung over the packs and Stewart, noticing a convenient
clip on the pack top, used it to secure the hair. This ensured that the heads
were held high so that they would be obliged to look down their noses to see
where they were going.
Mrs Parsons took them both outside into the yard. Stewart positioned two
comfortable garden recliners in the middle of the enclosed courtyard while the
Housekeeper told them that they were to perform their drill until they were told
to stop. The older prisoner would give the orders and they would march as a pair
with as much "variety" to their drill as possible.
In no time the pair were marching smartly round the square, arms swinging and
knees high in an exaggerated form of military drill. They followed a set routine
that they had obviously been taught in the German Correctional Centre that
included several drill manoeuvres such as about turns, periods at double time,
slow time and marching on the spot. The sequence would have been hard work for
any fit soldier so it was certainly one that would require considerable effort
from the two females. Add the problems caused by the heavy pack to the normal
effort required and it all became a miserable and humiliating exercise. Their
nose high deportment added to the impression they gave of arrogance but created
more problems for them the least of which was a stiff neck. The part of the
drill that seemed to cause the maximum discomfort to Shultz was the marching on
the spot when the knees were pumped up to a point where the upper thighs were
level with the ground. She tried to ease her plight by opening her knees as they
came up but this was soon checked by Mrs Parsons. Mueller, on the other hand
seemed to find the double time marching to be the most distressing as the
combination of leg and arm movements set her dangling breasts off in a very
un-military like dance of their own.
It must have been fifteen minutes before Mrs Parsons called a halt and stood in
front of the two shaking and sweating prisoners.
"Not the high standard of drill that I would have expected. You have both
collected several demerit points for your lack of attention, slovenliness and
attempts to make things easy on yourself. I had hoped to avoid having to deal
with you in the punishment room but you really leave me no option as you both
clearly require to be brought back into line. You will be finding the next few
hours rather unpleasant, but it is entirely for your own good so I hope that you
will accept it in that way without argument. I would make one point: You both
seem to feel that it would be inappropriate for Mr Stewart here to see you
naked. This attitude pre-supposes that you have rights whilst in my care. YOU DO
NOT! Mr Stewart will not only see you both naked, he will also be handling you
in the most embarrassing and intimate ways and there will be no objections. The
fact that your files describe you both as being lesbian in orientation in no way
grants you the rights to being dealt with solely by females, as seems to be the
case in Germany. You are prisoners and can be seen or handled by anyone in
authority, IS THAT CLEAR?"
The two dejected prisoners mumbled their agreement and were ordered to remove
their packs and follow Stewart down the steps into the basement. They were soon
standing at attention looking apprehensively around the room. The selection of
canes and straps were hanging from hooks on the wall but what really caused
their hearts to race were the two tables, set well apart with the plastic
mattresses on the top. The body sweat from their exercise ran down their chests
and backs but in the cold frightening coolness of the basement that soon dried
to add to their unpleasant odours that hung around them. They both knew that as
soiled, sweaty and dirty as they were, they would soon have to submit to any
examination, search or handling that Mrs Parsons deemed necessary.
Shultz had had limited experience with a boy friend or two but never really
enjoyed male contact. The elder Mueller last had a groping male hand and fingers
on her when she was eighteen and hated it. The both hoped that Mrs Parsons would
be taking the lead but from the protrusion visible in the front of Stewart's
chinos, knew in their heart that this would not be so. They had few hopes but
the ones that they had were shattered by Mrs Parson's first order.
"Mr Stewart, I have just remembered that these ladies have consumed a fair
amount of liquid and must be feeling a little uncomfortable. Perhaps you would
like to help them relieve themselves?"
Smiling, Stewart picked up a stainless steel bucket and advanced towards the
prisoners. "Now where was that release cap?" he thought to himself.
To be continued.
