Laura’s ordeal

 

Part One

 

31 04 2089

 

Laura looks at the “instruments” with mixed disgust and anger. She turns to face the executioner, a big man in his mid-fifties and almost literally spits at him: “what have I done to deserve this?”

The executioner shrugs.

-“Don’t you know it? You’ve been arrested and found guilty of theft. Therefore you’ve been condemned to receive the present corporal punishment. Wasn’t the judge clear about it? I can’t believe he wasn’t…”

Laura grins with sad bravado.

The “witnesses”, men who have paid good money to behold her predicament, watch the scene as an appetizer to the things to come. Most of them indulge in this can of show at least once a month. The amount of money collected that way from the corporal punishment is huge as the same practice takes place in every city of the state. 

The twenty-year-old girl is absolutely naked, her nude round breasts hardened by the cool temperature of the room. The blond-haired can be described as petite and, being quite the athlete she has muscular legs and bottom, and a soft but firm stomach.

Her voice is sweet but is now becoming husky with rage as the true nature of the punishment she has been condemned to eventually dawns on her.

-“You think it’s right to make a woman hurt herself on these disgraceful… things and in front of leering, dirty men, because she was caught shoplifting?”

The executioner doesn’t lose his temper at all. He simply smiles and answers:

-“That’s the law miss. A judge has condemned you to this, not me. And I warn you that insulting the witnesses is a stupid thing to do, for it could make you get more punishment.”

Some of the witnesses start whispering between themselves, most of them smile or grin in an expectant way. The girl’s behaviour seems to enchant them.

Laura won’t stop though. She definitely wants her opinion to be voiced.

-“Well let me tell you that I think it’s intolerable that you could excuse this money-making parody by telling me it’s the law. There’s no justice in this country for sure, but there’s no law either when a woman has to rape herself in front of a bunch of bastards because she was caught shoplifting. It’s just a good way for this fucking government to get the hundred bills these buggers pay to watch girls like me suffer!”

One of the witnesses then shouts, with an hopeful voice:

-“Now she’s done it, she’s crossed the line hasn’t she? She insulted the government! Shock her Tim!”

Tim, the executioner, doesn’t need this enticement. He has already taken his electric baton out of his belt.

-“Please arch your body in front of me Miss. I shall right now give you a warning sanction consisting of two electric shocks in the navel.”

Laura arches her muscular body, undeterred by the threat of the shocks, even if she’s often heard that the pain they produce is frightening. .

-“All right, go for it, shock my belly! The bloody buggers will love it, won’t they?”

The first shock makes her gasp and shake but she still finds the pluck to say:

-“They should pay an extra for the shocks shouldn’t they?”

The second shock leaves her speechless though, and when the executioner allows her to change her position, she clutches her belly, cringing with pain. A quick glance at her navel allows her to see that the tender flesh within it has turned dark red where the baton has delivered the painful shocks.

-“Starts well for the bastards. Not punished yet and already in pain. I’m sure they love that.”

The executioner reminds her of the law with what can be described as an unctuous voice.

-“Please note that these two shocks on your stomach were just a warning. Should I have to punish your behaviour again, you would then receive the shocks on your nipples. One on each nipple to be more precise, which is, as you may imagine, far more painful than shocks on the bellybutton.”

Laura doesn’t add anything to that. The pain she’s felt in her belly while being shocked is enough to let her imagine what it would be on her tits. 

The executioner, satisfied by her silence, starts to go through the routine of the official punishment’s instructions.

“Ok, now I want your full attention while I give the instructions for your corporal punishment. You’ve been condemned to undergo, under the due surveillance of witnesses, the corporal punishment known as 37VA. This punishment includes the degrading use of your intimate orifices in public, and physical pain described as self-inflicted while following the orders of a law enforcement officer.

The physical pain involved in your punishment will be mainly located in the genital and the anal/rectal areas, with possible radiating pain or side effects on the cervix, ovaries, lower belly, and more generally in the stomach or in the back.

You shall, under my command, make the appropriate instrument enter the prescribed orifice of your body, which will alternately be the vagina and the anus. The instrument shall go into your body until your labia or your anal ring touches the sensors at the base of the instrument.

The instrument shall go into your body without pauses between each penetration or during the movement of the instrument within your vagina or rectum.

The shape of the instruments has been determined through the full medical investigation you have been through before this punishment. They are thus aimed at dealing maximum pain without any risk of grievous injury.

The instruments have been duly lubricated to avoid excessive damage during the first penetration.

An internal electric shock will be produced by the instrument every time the sensors are reached in order to make you know that you can make it go out of your body. The pain created by the shock in the genital area and in the rectal area is part of the punishment and has been set in this case at three on a scale of five.

It is important for you to note that the instrument shall enter your body steadily, without pause or voluntary slowing down of the process.

Pauses during or between penetrations, and refusal of going on with the procedure will be punished by shocks on the nipples up to a maximum of three shocks on each nipple. Every extra shock after that should be delivered on the clitoris.

Before you start your just punishment, I shall tell you that you will have to make the instruments enter your vagina and your anus eight times each. Now be prepared, you will start with your vagina and can use your fingers to open your labia just for the first penetration. “

Laura goes to the contraption to which the instruments are attached.

As soon as she presents her body to the larger stake intended to her vagina, the witnesses start fondling themselves through their pockets.

Nearly brought to tears by the sheer humiliation she feels, she shouts at them:

-“Hey come on! Why don’t you take your dicks out and wank openly in front of me while I do this to myself?!”

Then, seeing that the executioner takes the electric baton out of his belt, she realizes her mistake and instantly switches from rage to supplication.

-“Oh no. I didn’t mean it… I… I won’t do it again!”

The executioner frowns at her.

-“I told you before Miss, now that’s one shock on each nipple and believe me or not, it will hurt much more than the shocks on the navel. But didn’t I tell you that ?”

Laura moans and says, in a beseeching voice:

-“But I thought it was only if I paused while I rape myself…

-And also if you don’t behave properly, which you didn’t do. May I bring your attention to the fact that you are allowed to hold your breast tightly while I shock your areola, it’s supposed to be less painful for your breast if you do so.”

Laura shivers as she looks at the tip of the electric baton, knowing the terrible power to hurt it contains, as the pain is still very vivid in her navel and still pulsating in her lower belly.

-“No, you can’t do that to my breast! You’ve turned the power down haven’t you?”

The executioner sighs.

-“No, I’m sorry but these have the power set once and for all. So you’d better hold your breast and get a firm grip on it. I’m pretty sure it makes it easier to bare.”

Laura does as she’s told and immediately shouts her pain out when the electric shock bites deep into her left breast, leaving the nipple purple and swollen.

-“The other tit now, if you please.”

Laura is amazed by the pain in her left breast.

-“Oh no, you won’t do this again will you?! You can’t do that to a woman’s breast it… It hurts! It really hurts too much!

-That’s what it’s meant to do, you know. And, yes, I can do that to your breasts Miss. I inflict such pain to girls’ breasts on a daily basis, see? And if you get too much of them -which would certainly leave your breasts quite swollen and painful for the days to come- then I’ll do it to your clitoris. That’s the rule, so now please be quiet, don’t worsen your situation and hold your right breast for me.”

Laura holds her breasts with both hands this time and gets as firm a grip as she can afford without hurting herself, cause she has learnt by now that clutching her breast before the shock surely softens the pain.

But it is still terrible and when the shock explodes on the tip of her areola, she moans and twitches, tears rolling down her cheeks.

-“All right, now shall we get started?

As I told you may start with your vagina and then it will stop when you’ve raped your sex and your anus eight times each. Remember that an internal shock will tell you when you shall take the instrument out of your body and the shock may be… quite painful. But don’t forget that you still have to rape yourself steadily if you don’t want to get more shocks on those nice round breasts of yours. Got me?”

Laura nods in silent answer to this last, threatening piece of advice.

-“Please commence.”

Laura, still holding her throbbing breasts, positions her body so that she only has to crouch to make the instrument come into her. She uses her right hand to shyly part her labia and then starts to make the larger instrument enter her vagina.

Concentrated on the terrible task of making the over-sized dildo enter her womanhood, she fails too see how the witnesses instantly start groping themselves through the pockets of their trousers.

Even if the instrument is well lubricated, the size of it makes its progression within her nearly unbearable and she wonders silently how on earth she is able to make something that big intrude the most private part of herself.

But the answer is quite clear: still holding her breasts, she knows that whatever happens she’ll do anything not to be shocked on her nipples again. And a quick glance at her swollen areolas confirms this feeling indeed.

Thus, the torture dildo goes all the way up her vagina while she crouches on it. Her labia reach the sensors at the base of the instrument precisely when it’s tip touches her cervix, proving that the medical investigation that permitted to adapt the size of the instrument to her body was perfectly done.

The internal shock, as it runs up from the base of the stake to her cervix makes her utter a quick moan that explodes in a shout as the electric shock blasts her womb.

While she uses her shivering legs to uplift her body, she asks with quivering lips:

-“Why… Why did it shock me so hard?! You said it was just to indicate when I can take it out of myself?!”

The executioner sneers with a mixture of deliberate irony and weariness.

-“Oh, did you think so? But remember: I told you the pain of the shock was part of your punishment.”

Panting and her eyes full of tears, Laura is unable to come to terms with the fact that she might be tortured so harshly, and all that for a few cheap jewelleries stolen from a shop.

-“But it has shocked my cervix! It has shocked my belly from the inside! It’s horrible!!

-Don’t lose your rhythm please. Yes I understand that it surely is awful for a woman to receive electric shocks on the cervix. But, well, that’s what it is. Please rape your rectum now.”

As she painfully rapes herself on the smaller instrument, Laura sees for the first time a witness having an orgasm.

Cringing with pain, she utters words of rage between clenched teeth, but very softly this time, not be heard by either the wanker or the executioner. .

-“Makes you come to see a woman treating her body like that? Dirty scum!”

The dildo goes all the way up her rectum, making her feel a terrible sensation of intrusion she has never experienced before, not even during the few anal intercourse she’s had.

When the electric shock burns her rectum, she shouts and twitches on the dildo, and then clutches her lower-belly, sobbing.

-“Second one in the vagina now if you please. Without pause, remember?

Nursing her painful belly, she impales her sex again on the larger instrument just to discover that being shocked like that within her belly made her contract her intimate muscles and that the penetration is far more difficult to bear now.

But still, she remembers how it feels to be shocked on her tit and therefore makes the dildo enter her sex once again until the second shock rocks her body and leaves her panting, crying bitter tears and barely able to move up.

Her mind blurred by the horrendous pain, she forgets the rules and addresses one of the witnesses who just had his orgasm, with rage and disgust.

-“This fucking machine shocked my cervix and it makes you wank yourself!”

She makes the instrument go out of her vagina and speaks to the lot of them.

-“Shame on you bastards! Shame on you!”

But when she sees the executioner take his electric baton, she realizes her mistake and beseeches him to forgive her recklessness.

-“No please! It’s the pain… I didn’t mean it.”

The executioner obviously doesn’t want any explanation.

-“Left breast first. Hold it tight miss: second shock on the nipple is usually much more painful than the first”

Laura can’t believe that the man will actually shock her nipples once again.

-“But please. It was stupid but it’s the pain…. I didn’t… Please don’t shock my tits again!”

The executioner is adamant.

-“Do you want to hold your breast or shall I shock you like that?”

Laura is choked by her own tears. She takes her left breast and waits for the shock then shouts and doubles-up, holding her throbbing tit, out of breath.

-“C’mon. Right breast now. Hold it tight.”

She does what the executioner said, stuttering: “Oh no… Not again!”

After she’s been shocked for the second time on her right nipple, she resumes her position on top of the dildo intended to her anus, shivering and nursing her tortured breasts.

She impales herself mechanically until the electric shock bursts within her bowels, making her moan as her abdominal muscles contract painfully.

She takes the dildo out of herself and moves to the one meant to penetrate her vagina, and then, shaking and crying, she moves back to the anal one.

She keeps a steady rhythm until the fifth shock explodes in her guts, traumatizing her bowels in such a way that she feels unable to restraint herself from defecating.

-“Sir I have to… I need to go to the toilet Sir. Can’t keep it…”

The executioner handles the situation with obvious experience of the case.

-“Electric shocks in the rectum do that, true.

Door on your left to the toilet. But we call this a pause.”

Laura can’t believe what she’s heard.

-“What? But what else can I do. You don’t want me to shit in front of you?!”

The executioner laughs in both an ironic and weary way.

-“No we don’t want that. But it’s a pause nonetheless; quite a usual one actually. Electric shocks in the bowels do that to your system really. Let’s say that it’s just too bad you already had two shocks on each tit. Next will be number three and that’s when the breasts really hurt. But then, didn’t I tell you to shut your mouth. You would have had it really easier if you had listened to what I told you. Now go there and please use the hose to cleanse your butt real good. There’s enough shit on this dildo already, it’s disgusting”.

Laura goes to the toilet, crying and shaking with both pain, anger and dismay. The humiliation created by the situation finishes to break her resistance and she now sobs childishly as she enters the toilet.

Coming out of the small room, she is ordered to present her breasts to the electric baton before she goes on with her ordeal.

Holding her left breast, she can see how the nipple has swollen; being now the double of size compared to what it was before the first shock. The pain is still throbbing hard in all her breast and the purple colour subsequent to the trauma of the shock now extends far beyond the areola inside the soft flesh of her round breast.

-“Look at the state of my breasts… It hurts. It really does. Why do you do this to me?”

The executioner is inflexible.

-“Because it’s the law. I told you any pause would get you more shocks. Now I’m giving you the last ones on your tits and you can thank our new administration for that because, previously, you could get five of them on each tit and women ended with breast pain that lasted for weeks or even months.”

He shocks her left breast and gives her a few second to shout, cry and twist in agony before he adds with a forced flippant voice:

-“And don’t you forget that the next ones are delivered on the clit. ‘tis supposed to be extremely nasty that, I reckon. Women are unable to have sex for days when we shock their clits. And some are said to have never been able to have an orgasm again after they had just two shocks on particularly sensitive clits. Right breast now.”

Sweat rolls on the stomach of Laura and on her thighs as she presents her right breast. The witnesses wank frantically. They sure get what they’ve paid for.

As the third shock hits her right breast, Laura nearly faints and the executioner has to catch her in his arms.

He takes advantage of the situation to taste a bit of sweat at the base of the neck of the unsuspecting girl, a “perversion” he indulges in as often as he can in the course of his job.

Her senses blurred by the pain, she lets him help her to walk the two steps that separate her from the instruments.

-“Here you go. Three more in each orifice Miss and make it snappy.”

Out of breath, her face drenched with sweat and tears, dishevelled, Laura starts to rape herself again.

Luckily for her, her exhaustion after so much pain make her vaginal muscles loose and the next penetration is less difficult to bear. But the shock nonetheless goes straight to her cervix and bursts in her lower belly in one awful blast of pain.

Nevertheless she makes the dildo go out of her body and gets back to business on the second spike, only to find that going to the toilet has somewhat tightened her anus and that it’s harder in this case to make the dildo go deep into her rectum.

One more shock in her bowels, she convulses on the instrument, shaking with pain, eyes wide open, her mouth drawing an O of pure agony.  

Back on the first stake for the seventh time, she stammers inaudible words while she rapes herself slowly but steadily to avoid adding the horror of a shock on the clit to her predicament.

-“It shocks my cervix. Every time the shock goes into my cervix. It’s awful… It hurts so muuuuuuuaaaaaaaaarrrrr!!”

Seventh shock in her sex makes her nearly faint too. The executioner catches her in his arms once more, for if she had collapsed at that point, the dildo within her could have torn her from the inside under the weight of her own body. 

-“It’s alright… It’s not a pause… I’m finishing… It’s all right… I’ll finish it…”

But her legs don’t respond. She knows she has to push on her legs to make the instrument come out of her but her legs don’t respond anymore. And that’s when realizes that the executioner, as callous as he seems to be, doesn’t overdo it. Because, taking advantage of his position as he catches her, he helps her slightly to heave her weight and thus allow her to keep on punishing herself, saving her the pain of the shocks on the clit at this instant.

Laura whispers: “thank you” close to his ear and clumsily moves to the second stake to get her anus raped and her guts traumatized by a seventh shock.

But this time, getting the dildo out of her belly, she faints, staggers, and falls on the floor, gasping for breath and clutching her belly in silent pain and exhaustion.

-“Sorry Miss but now that’s two shocks on your clit. It’s too bad; it was nearly finished. I would have preferred not to do that to your sex. Those shocks on the clit I really feel bad with. They don’t make women frigid very often really but I’m pretty sure they are quite bad for your sexual health though.”

Helping her to get up her adds, in a wistful voice:

-“My wife got two shocks on her clit five years ago and she still talks about it. Says even now her clit hurts whenever she gets close to the administration centre.”

But, still, he adds: “Please spread your legs Miss. I’ll shock you now and then we shall finish with your punishment”.

Laura spreads her legs clumsily and watches the tip of the electric baton get close to her clitoris. She is also surprised to feel that the incoming torture has hardened her clit, making it even easier for the man to shock her right where it hurts the most.

The electric shock makes her fall on her knees, double-up and shout her misery in angry and desperate tones as she clutches her throbbing clit.

-“Oh no my clit… You’ve burnt it with your fucking stuff. You’ve burnt my clitoris.”

She slowly stands up to get her second shock. Dizzy with pain she speaks to the witnesses with extreme bitterness and anger. Some of them have already ejaculated three times while seeing her rape herself and have her nipples shocked over and over again.

-“Does that satisfy you now? Bastards! How can you wank watching a woman rape her both ends, having her nipples tortured and… her clit burnt?! How dare you do this?!”

Her inflamed monologue makes at least three of them have silent but obviously deep and rewarding orgasms. One of them laughs, another one asks, in a husky voice:

-“Doesn’t she get two more shocks on the clit for that last remark?”

The executioner nods negatively.

-“She already gets two. She’ll get more if she opens her mouth after that.”

Laura, still violently shaking but now in the right position to receive the second shock on the most sensitive part of her sex, hears another of the witnesses mutter something to another one close to him:

-“That’s unfair. I would have loved to watch her get two more. The last one I saw got six before she passed out! Must have been unable to fuck for a good long period after that too.”

The executioner shrugs, disillusioned, places the tip of the electric baton on Laura’s already inflamed clit and presses the button, making her howl like a wounded animal as she brutally collapses on the floor, shaking and stuttering: “Burns… My clit… Oh it hurts!”

The executioner helps her to stand up again and takes advantage of the situation to whisper in her ear.

-“Now will you please finish with the two last penetration decently and with your mouth shut. I’d hate to be obliged to give you two more blows on your clitoris. I really think they’re bad for your sexual health and a fine young woman like you shouldn’t have her clit tortured that way.”

Laura nods in silent agreement and goes to the instrument to rape her pussy sadly, moaning and crying as she finds out that raping her vagina after her clitoris has been shocked is much harder because of the contraction of the muscles of her sex.

But she still succeeds in doing that to herself and gets an eighth shock within her sex and up her cervix as a brutal reward. She then rapes her anus without waiting and the eighth shock in her rectum finishes to traumatize her bowels leaving her sweating and short of breath, as she massages her painful lower belly and moans in an almost inaudible stammer:

-“Fuck… Oh fuck… Why did you do that to me? It’s unfair… No one deserves to suffer that much… And for such a petty crime too…”

She raises tearful eyes towards the executioner as the instrument eventually slips out of her belly for the last time.

-“I need to go to the toilet again…”

The executioner nods in agreement and speaks to the witnesses with mixed weariness and disgust.

-“Now dear sirs, the state thanks you for your cooperation and asks you to leave these premises as fast as possible in order to facilitate the work of the centre.”

Slightly disappointed by the fact that they have to go before they can see the tortured girl come out of the toilets, the witnesses leave the room in silent satisfaction nonetheless. Anyone with a good sense of smell could perceive the reek of their guilty cum in the area next to the door where they stood.

Laura watches them walk out without moving. In fact she does move, she sway slightly, her lips are quivering, her whole body is trembling and she seems to be vainly trying to get a grip on the pain in her lower belly with shaky fingers. But she doesn’t go to the toilet as she asked for.

When the last witness gets out of the room, she mutters a few shy words to the attention of the executioner.

-“Please… Could you help me? I think I can’t walk… My legs are… funny… Could you help?”

The executioner diligently reaches her to offer his support. Now that the witnesses have left the room, he seems inclined on showing the better part of his personality.

-“Of course Miss… I wanted those out first. Can’t bear the wankers either.”

Felling the weight Laura puts on his arm as soon as he offers it, the executioner instantly knows that she had great difficulty to endure her torture. In his experience, some women bear the same treatment without too much difficulty, being only slightly traumatized by the self-raping and the internal shocks, while others come out of the torture wrecked and in shock. Usually the difference also shows noticeably in the number of extra shocks on the breasts and on the clitoris.

After three steps, Laura’s legs fail her and she falls to the floor, obliging the executioner to help her stand up again.

-“You’ve had it hard today miss. I told you you should have shut up and kept it clean.

Next time you go through something like this, try to remember my advice.”

Laura chuckles sadly, clutching her contracted belly.

-“ I hope there won’t be a next time.”

Sincerely, the executioner says:” hope so too, for you.”

 

 

02 05 89

 

 

Someone knocks at the door.

Laura knows what it is: it’s the henchman sent by the moneylender to deliver a little reminder of her repayment.

She opens the door and recognizes the man who has punished her two days ago

-“Miss Fenton, oh it’s you?!

-Yes, it’s me. You come for the reminder? I thought you worked for the state.”

Tim, the executioner enters the flat without asking for permission, as he is used to do in these circumstances.

-“Yeah… But the wages of a state executioner is crap. I’ve got to do extras. I work in repayment and corporate discipline. The formation you get to be an executioner for the state allows that. Moneylenders and corporation must hire authorized employees. I double my salary that way.”

He places his case on the table in Laura’s small living room and opens it, taking out a small camera and a cane. Preparing his tools, he enquires to her about the way she’s recovered from her punishment, a bit puzzled by the situation.

-“ How do you feel now? Better? Not too much diarrhea?”

Realizing the blatant crudity of his question, he coughs embarrassedly and puts his question in a gentler way.

-“Well. Are you recovering well from… Well… What you endured.”

Laura sighs and pretends to laugh.

-“Diarrheas still on…”

Then she shyly adds.

-“I had cramps for 24 hours after that. My bowels have been better only this morning. And my nipples are still swollen…”

She lowers her eyes to show the way the tip of her breasts show beneath her t-shirt.

-“Can’t wear a bra at the moment…”

Tim adjusts the camera and shows he is ready but still goes on asking after her.

-“And your… Your sex? Is your clitoris still swollen?

-Yes, and very painful too. Nearly couldn’t sleep last night… Again. Can’t wear any underwear too. And my anus… And my vagina…”

She sighs.

-“The worst is the pain I felt in my cervix until this morning. It’s still there but not as strong as yesterday. It radiated in my belly, made me feel nauseous… Really awful… I thought the worst pain was produced by the raping, wouldn’t have believed the shocks were more painful.”

The executioner looks like he sympathizes.

-“Yeah, it’s hard ain’t it? Especially when you get more torture than what was planned; really the best way to deal with it is to go through it silently, quickly, making no fuss about the witnesses. I had a girl of your age today, she had nine penetrations, and level four internal shocks too, very difficult. She went through it quite decently, got no extra shock and certainly gave the wankers very little show for their money. She even waited until it was all finished to go to the toilets and avowed that she really had to concentrate to restraint herself from defecating but she didn’t want to get any extra shock, just to deprive the witnesses of their extra fun.”

He adds, thoughtfully:

-“Nice girl. Name is Jane. Had a lot of problems with the state last year, got punished three times and her third punishment had to be postponed because she still had inflamed rectum from the last sanction. Great girl though, very decent, don’t give the buggers what they pay for.”

Laura blushes slightly, lowering her eves once again, she looks at her puffy areolas showing through the t-shirt. She somewhat resents the fact that the executioner told her that, making her feel guilty for her behaviour, and twice so because her behaviour got her much more pain than she was supposed to get.

Seeing that he actually annoyed her, Tim changes the subject in a most drastic way.

-“Well, I will now cane your bottom ten times with this cane. The caning will be recorded so that my employers can verify that the reminder has been correctly executed. Thus there’s no point in asking for mercy. I just have to cane your butt the way it must be caned, or else I’ll lose the job, and you would get a second man coming to give you a few extra blows to correct the score. Before I cane you, you shall be reminded that you owe 2000 dollars to Mister Gloston, moneylender, and that this sum and the interests had to be paid back two weeks ago.

I must also tell you that the ten blows that you will receive today shall be followed by ten more blows in exactly a week if at least half of the sum owed has not been given back during that period.

Well… That’s it. Just a last thing before we start: what’s your job?”

Laura is frightened. She knew that the moneylender would send someone to cane her, but she realizes that being tortured again so soon after her state punishment is really horrendous. She nonetheless answers Tim’s question.

-“I’m a accountant…

-Ok. Can you swear on your honour that you spend more than half of your time at work sitting on a chair?”

Laura sighs again.

-“Yes… I can swear that. And I can also tell you that it’s an awful thing to do when you’ve raped your anus the day before.

-Ahem… Yes, I can imagine that.

-No you can’t. Have you ever done that? Rape your own ass on a big dildo?”

Tim smiles strangely.

-“No, actually no… Well I asked you this question because in view of the nature of the blows, you may get only nine if your job involves sitting for hours. So you’ll have to sign a form and I’ll give only nine blows. That’s one less. Better than nothing.”

He takes the cane.

Now please stand in front of the camera, then turn round and bend so as to make a ninety-degree angle or close to that. No pants of course.”

-I told I couldn’t wear pants.”

She lifts up her t-shirt and shows him her swollen clit, parting her lips delicately, taking for granted that she has no reason to be shy in front of a man who has seen her pump the shit out herself by raping her anus on an enormous dildo.

-Look at my clit. How could I want to wear anything that could rub my clit?

Ok, so do as I said: front to the camera then turn round and bend over to show your bottom.”

She does that and the man says: “please bear in mind that caning leaves marks on the skin and may cause light bleedings” before he starts to cane her soft but muscular butt rhythmically.

When he finishes, Laura’s hand touches her lashed skin gently. She is sobbing. Turning around, she watches the effects of the caning on her firm mounds of flesh and winces.

-“Oh fuck… Look at the marks!” 

Tim puts his instruments back in his case.

-“ Sorry Miss. It’s just normal. Marking the body has a 54% chance of making a woman act to find the money she owes in the following days. I also have to remind you that you’ll get nine more blows in a week exactly if the money is not repaid. And believe your butt will still be very sensible in a week. Nine more blows could mean some marks that would stay, depends on the way your skin recovers.”

Laura cringes and starts to cry louder.

-“But… But I can’t have such a sum in a week. Times are hard you know… My parents are broke… And no friends of mine would have such a sum.”

Tim knows exactly what she’s talking about. The economic recession has struck the country hard in 85 and financial hardship of this kind are more and more common.

He doesn’t know what to say to the girl who is looking at her marked with tear full eyes.

-“I know… ‘Tis hard those days Miss… Plus it’s just too bad you’re being caned a few days after your state punishment. Got punished too regularly those days, could have some laws against that too… But, well. I’m sorry, I just do may job. I have my bills to pay too.” 

He adds, between clenched teeth and blushing slightly.

-“My wife had her… bottom caned too, that’s three years ago. Been doing extras since then.”

A heavy silence falls on the room, then is broken by Laura’s sobs.

-“ In case you get caned again next week, listen to my advice: buy a tube of Avcom Skin Repair and apply some of it to the marks every day. It helps your skin to recover from the blows quicker. And when the guy comes, if he comes, and I hope they won’t send me again… Prepare a lot of ice and put some cream a few hours before he canes you. My wife did that and she got no permanent marks after the second time… Well… At least none you would notice if you don’t look very close…”

Leaving the flat, he sighs and adds: “Hard times, too true. Have a good night Miss.

And then corrects himself:

-“Well, hope I won’t see you soon.”

 

03 05 89

 

            Laura is sobbing in front of her computer.

The manager of her division gets closer to her position and slams the palm of his hand on her desk.

-“Wee need those accounts ready this evening Miss Gloston!”

Wincing, Laura tries to stop her incontrollable sobs and sweeps the tears off her face.

-“I’m sorry sir… They’ll be ready… It’s just… I…

-I know what happened to you Miss Gloston. Watching you twist pathetically on your chair all day long has given enough clues to all the employees of the division that you had your… Bottom caned yesterday. But that’s your problem Miss Gloston. And the decrease of your efficiency is another one of yours, believe me. So please stop winging and start working!”

 

            04 05 89

 

            Laura is lying on her stomach, on top of the sheets of her bed.

Her best friend Lissa is spreading Avcom Skin Repair on her bruised skin.

-“He wasn’t too hard with you. Well you know, they are trained too hit you always the same way but you can the difference. Sometimes you get more vivid marks or you bleed and sometimes they don’t hurt you that much.” 

Laura sighs.

-“Maybe it’s because he punished me two days before…”

Lissa nods sadly.

-“Yes, I nearly forgot… Fucking hell, you’re having a real bad time Lo”.

She strokes the back of her friends head, gently, silently.

Laura doesn’t want to talk about what she’s been through during her state punishment. She didn’t even want to speak to her friend about it, especially the part involving her sex and her anus. She just showed her swollen nipples.

Lissa has never been punished by the state. But she’s had her butt caned one year and two years ago. The second time she’s been caned twice.

-“Two weeks ago Charlyn showed me her cheeks. And I can tell you that it was much worse.”

Laura smiles strangely.

-“Sounds like it’s the little benefit I got from raping myself silly two days before…”

Lissa doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then she tries:

-“Is that what you were condemned to? You… You didn’t tell me. You had to rape your own pussy?”

Laura winces from shame, feeling a ball of sobs in her belly.

-“And my anus…Yes Liss. They did that to me… They forced me to rape myself both ways. And then, when you’ve made the fucking dildo come deep into you, it gives you an electric shock on the cervix or in the rectum. It’s mad!”

Lissa is embarrassed and saddened by the sudden avowal of her friend. She bends over her and takes her in her arms.

-“Fucking hell Laura, why didn’t you tell me? You just told me that they shocked your tits…

-Not the kind of thing you’re proud to say…

-They rapped your…

-Yes, my ass hole too. But they didn’t rape me. I rapped myself. Much harder if you want my opinion. Especially when you know that once you’ve put into you it shocks you from the inside. It’s horrendous… Horrendous…

-Fucking government! I’ve heard about these punishments. Katy got that some month ago. She told me that it hurts like mad. They made her rape herself seven times in each… Orifice.

-I fucked myself eight times…

-Poor dear… 

-But that’s not the worst they did to me. I also got my clitoris shocked. Twice.

-Oh my… But why didn’t you tell me?

-I don’t know… I was ashamed…”

 

            07 05 89

 

            As she arrives at her desk, Laura finds a pink note. Pink envelopes mean corporate punishment.

She starts sobbing before she opens the envelop.

-“Fuck… Why are they always after me like that?! What did I do to deserve this?!”

She reads the official form.

 

 

Dear Miss    Laura Gloston,

 

Because of the steady decrease of your productivity and what has been reported as a general lack of corporate discipline, you will receive the visit of an approved expert of corporal punishment at home.

 

Your appointment is:             07 05 89     20H30

 

You shall meet the following requirements for this visit.

 

-Presenting a recently cleansed body.

-Having a normal or short length of hairs in the genital area. (a shaved sex is better)

-Having at your disposal an empty bed or any surface wide enough to lie on it.

-Presenting no trace of    

 

Avcom Soothing Cream, Lodil Painkiller Cream, Avcom Desensitizer Gel, KK2 Vaginal Ointment, ClitProtector, Avcom Breastshield, Avcom Skin Repair, Lodil Electrosoother       

 

On any of the following parts of your body:

 

Inner thighs, Stomach, Genital area, Breasts

 

We sincerely hope that you will undergo your punishment in the best conditions and that we won’t have to resort to corporal punishment against you in the future.

 

      

Laura puts the form on her desk. Takes a handkerchief and cries louder, hidden behind it.

The parts of her body that will have to be free of relief drugs are the ones where she’ll be punished. And if they banned Lodil Electrosoother, it means they’ll punish her with electric shocks. And she’s heard about the punishment that involves those parts of a woman’s body and electric shock. They call it “the choice”, and it’s not one the most pleasant things that a woman can go through.

 

 

            07 05 89

 

            The man is youngish, short-haired and looks strict in his grey suit.

The way introduces himself tells a lot about his respect of the rules of his job.

-“Miss Gloston I’m the authorized professional sent by your firm to apply a corporal punishment on your person.

-Come in.”

Laura has taken a shower an hour ago, so she can present) a clean body as the form ordered. She has also trimmed her genital hairs to give a good impression, hoping that would entice the man to be lenient, if he can.

Showing him the way to the bedroom and the spruce bed where she will be punished, she straightforwardly asks:

-“I have been condemned to the choice, haven’t I?”

The man shows no surprise at all.

-“Yes. That’s it. Do you already know the rules of this punishment? 

-No, not really. I know I’ll get electric shocks on…

-Stomach, genital areas and breasts. Ok, so first lie naked on the bed, on your back, thighs parted, so that I can adjust my camera. Proofs of the correct application of the punishment, you know.”

Laura takes off her T-shirt and lies on the bed. The man explains her the rules of her new torment while adjusting the small camera on a chest of drawers next to the bed.

-“So, you have a target of 100 punishment points. We will call them points. I’ll give you a form that you must fill saying where on your body you want to receive the shocks. Of course each possible target on your body takes a different amount of points. At the end of your punishment, you must have received at least 100 points of punishment.

The number of points per shock is such: five points for two shock on the groin, one above the right thigh and one above the left, two points for a shock on the navel or one centimetre below the navel on any part of the lower belly and one point for two shocks on the upper half of the inner thigh. These are the lowest points you can get of course. The truth is that you would be shocked at least twenty times on the same part of your body if you tried not to be shocked on your breasts and on your sex. Now this is forbidden with a level five electric baton.

I have read on your file that you’ve received electric shocks form the state a few days ago. I’m very sorry for you. But you shall know that the electric batons used externally by the state’s executioners is adjusted on four, and their internal shocks on three. So I let you imagine what twenty level five shocks on your groin or on different parts of your stomach would do to you. 

Thus you can’t get more than five shocks on the same “area”.

Points for the more sensitive parts of your body are these: Eight points for a shock given two centimetres within the vagina, and ten for the same in the anal sphincter, up into the rectum. Ten points for a shock on the clitoris, and thirteen if you lift the hood of your clitoris to get the shock right on the organ. Ten points for a shock under the breast or on anywhere on the lower part of the breast, and as a conclusion thirteen points for a shock on a nipple.

The firm advices you to choose various parts of your body to be shocked so that none is too traumatized.

An example of a well planned punishment would be four shocks (they count for two for the five shocks limit) on the groin for ten points, three shocks on the navel or on the lower belly for six points, five times two shocks (they count as five shock for the five shocks limit on an area) on the inner thighs for five points, two shocks in the vagina and two in the anus for thirty-six points, two shocks on the clitoris for twenty points, one shock on the lower half of one of your breasts for ten points and one shock on the nipple of the other for thirteen points.

Of course, as many women do, you may prefer not to have your breasts shocked and could replace shocks on the breasts with an extra shock in the anus and one more shock on the clitoris with the hood lifted for instance.”

Laura feels dizzy. Every time the man talked about a shock on a part of her body, she shivered, feeling just like she had been hurt in that area.

She just can’t grasp the information the man has given her, and somewhat shows it.

-“Ok, I know it sound complicated but I’ll give you a little time to think about it before we start. Just don’t forget that you can’t get more than five shocks on the same area, and that the stomach, which involves shocks on the groin, lower-belly or navel is one area. So you can’t get shocked on your belly all the way, far from it. I would also advise you not to tick too many shocks in your anus or in your vagina to avoid getting shocks on the breasts or on the clitoris. First, shocks within the vagina hurt the inner part of the clitoris as you can imagine…

-Yes, I do imagine… I had eight internal shocks recently.

-Eight? Wow! Too bad for you that you’ll get even more pain today.

-Yes: too bad isn’t it?

-Oh you know, it’s what they call cascade punishment: statistics show that once someone gets a corporal punishment one tends to get two or three more in the two following weeks.”

Laura sighs.

-“I’m happy to hear that my case is “normal” then. Still I’ve had breast, vaginal and rectal pain, my bottom is criss-crossed with marks from the canning and now you want me to decide how my body will be tortured with electric shocks. It’s a lot of suffering for a single week don’t you think?

-Yeah sure: too much pain in one go. But you’ll grow out of it, next time you’ll be more careful. Now I’ll give you ten minutes to decide what you’ll go through ok?”

 

            Four minutes later, Laura is still lying on her bed, crying and wondering how she can find the right punishment for herself and not get her sex, her anus and, most of all, her breasts burnt raw by the shocks. She has ended up choosing four shocks on the groin for ten points, three shocks on the navel or on the lower belly for six points, five times two shocks (they count as five shock for the five shocks limit on an area) on the inner thighs for five points, two shocks in the vagina and three in the anus for forty-six points, two shocks on the clitoris, including one with the hood lifted for twenty-three points, and one shock on the lower half of one of her breasts for ten points.

The “authorized professional” comes back soon after she’s made her choice, his electric baton at the ready. Laura timidly asks a question.

-“Are the level five shocks really worse than level three ones?

-Indeed Miss. Sorry to tell you that… What did we decide then?”

He takes the file and nods in agreement, giving her his opinion while he sets the camera which will record the proceeding of the punishment. .

-“You’ve done a good job trying not to get too much breast pain. But you’ll pay it dearly in your sex and your anus though. I’m just glad you didn’t think you could stand more than two shocks on your clit. Some girls get three or four to avoid getting hurt on her breast or because they think shocks in the rectum would be horrible. It’s a terrible mistake because more than two level five shocks has a 10% chance of making the woman frigid. 

-I can imagine that. I had two level three shocks on my clit and it hurts awfully. Couldn’t wear underwear for days too.

-Too true. It’s a nasty thing to go through. Some people at the highest level are trying to vote a law that would set lower limits of clitoral punishment. But it’s not done yet and until then we don’t have the right to advise girls not to get too many shocks on their clit.”

He sighs and then adds: “Ok, let’s get it started if you don’t mind.”

Laura smiles sadly and answers: “Oh I do mind. But do I have the choice?

-Nope.”

 

            The punishment starts with the shocks on Laura’s inner thighs. She therefore experience painfully the difference between level three shocks and level five ones and suddenly realizes how severely she’ll be punished with a hundred point worth of shocks on sensitive areas of her body.

The shocks immediately leave marks on her skin, and the muscles of both her legs contract in a frightening manner with each shock.

Then the employee starts shocking the tender skin between the top of her thigh and her lower-belly, which makes her whole abdomen contract in a terribly spectacular and painful way. Being for the second time on the left side of her body, she gets a terrible cramp and starts crying uncontrollably. But it’s only when she gats the first shock in her navel that the final realization of the cruelty of her ordeal dawns on her.

The pain of the shock spreads deep into her bowels and she jerks with a low moan, repressing a sudden urge to fart.

-“Oh fuck! It’s terrible… The way it goes into your guts… Fuck I couldn’t imagine it would be that painful…

-Very different from level three shocks isn’t it? If you need to go, to the toilet, don’t hesitate to tell me. I’ll give you a break. It’s quite usual with shock on the belly but even more with shocks in the rectum.”

Trembling, Laura wipes her tears and says:

-“I know… I know… I had to go to the toilet twice last week when their bloody contraption shocked me inside the…

-Rectum.

-Yes, inside the rectum.

-So you know what I mean. Don’t hesitate to ask me the permission, it shall be granted. “

He laughs in a quirky way. 

-“I don’t want to relive yesterday’s experience. A girl shat on her bed after the second shock in her rectum, couldn’t stand it or so it seems. She couldn’t stop it.

-How degrading!

-Ain’t it? I had to finish the punishment on the floor. Oh well, it happens doesn’t it?

-Yes, shit happens indeed…”

The pun doesn’t make the man laugh. As for Laura, she is too frightened by the pain to come to even make the slightest smile.

-“All right, the first shock has to be dealt on the navel, but you can choose if you want the second and the third one on the lower-belly or on the navel. But I warn you, if you get the other shocks beneath the navel, I’ll have to shock you twice on the same spot.

- Is it more painful than shocks on the navel?

-It depends.

-Well. I don’t know. Shock me on the lower-belly.”

She gets the two next shocks on her lower-belly and can’t decide if she made the right choice or not. No matter what, the pain is horrendous. She can feel her abdominal muscles contract violently, crushing her guts with deep cramps while the shocks traumatise her bowels twice.

Crying faintly, she then clutches her belly, bent double on her bed.

-“Oh fuck… Fuck… It hurts!”

Twitching on the bed, she lets go two farts and blushes through the pain of her predicament.

-“Sorry…

-Don’t be. I told you it’s normal. There’s at least a fifty percent chance that you’ll be obliged to defecate when you’re shocked in the rectum…

-Be… Being shocked like that in the rectum and in my vagina too… It’s just… It’s barbaric!

-By the way, do you want to start with the shocks in your vagina or the shocks in your rectum. As you’ll get the two shocks on your clit next, I strongly advise starting with the vagina, so that you won’t get clitoral pain five times in a row.”

The evocation of clitoral pain, now that she knows how hard level five shocks are, make the girl shed a few more bitter tears.

-“Ok then, let’s do that. Start with my vagina.”

She lies on her back and spreads her legs. The man bends over the bed and spreads her labia to shove four centimetres of the baton into her sex. She then feels the tip baton being slightly lifted up toward the inner part of her clitoris.

She shouts when the shock hits the extremely sensitive nerve ending there, causing her vagina’s muscles to contract violently on the baton, which has a diameter only slightly inferior to a man’s penis. The pain is unbearable.

-“Second shock straight?

-Yes… yes… go on!”

The second shock leaves her breathless, her vagina contracting spasmodically on the baton, her clitoris burned from the inside. 

-“Oh my… Fucking hell!! Fucking hell!!

-You were right in accepting to get the second one right after the first one. It’s worse when you wait. If the vagina’s muscle have a chance of relaxing, The contractions caused by the second shock are far harder to bear.”

Laura doesn’t even hear what the man said. She moans on the bed holding her crotch, repeating: “Fuck… Fuck…”

-“If you are able to do it, you’d better try to get it over with quick. It’s no good for you if you make it last.”

Laura sees sense in that. She feebly asks what she’s got to do to continue.

-“You must present your anus to get the baton in; you may either lie on your back and spread your buttocks or be on all four.

Laura lifts her body with a deep sob and presents her herself doggy style, lifting slightly her round cheeks in an instinctive effort to make the raping of her anus more easy.

The man spreads a small amount of lubricant on the tip of the baton and expertly teases Laura’s sphincter before he gently shoves the baton up her ass until five centimetres of it are in.

-“You should take your pillow and clutch it or bite it, it sometimes help.

-No, thanks, just go on quick!”

She literally howls when the shock blasts her rectum.

-“Will you get the second straight?”

She grasps her pillow and squeezes it against her chest, ready to bite it.

-“Yes, go on please.”

The second shock makes her collapse on the bed, and she stays a few seconds like that, her face flat on the bed, biting the pillow, on her knees, her ass up in the air with the electrical baton in, criss-crossed with vivid marks of her recent canning, clutching her belly with both hands so fiercely that her nail nearly make the skin of her lower-belly bleed. Then, suddenly she shouts: “Get it out… I need to…”

The man perfectly understands the situation and pulls the baton out of her as gently and swiftly as possible before he sees her run out of her bedroom and to the toilet.

He shouts: “Take your time but come back clean… You can take a shower if you want before we go on.”

From the distance he then hears the noise of a spectacular diarrhea. The girl didn’t even bother closing the door.  She is just happy that she wasn’t sick that way in her bedroom in front of the employee.

The man then hear her wash her ass with what he supposes to be a toilet glove and fresh water as he doesn’t the sound of a shower.

When she comes back, her face puffy with tears and purple with shame in the meantime, the employee seem to want to relax the atmosphere by saying:

-“I said that because a girl like you surely can’t imagine the manner some people present their bodies in this situation.”

Laura didn’t even listen to what he said. She goes back on the bed, on all four, determined to get over with it as fats as possible, sure as she is that her resistance won’t resist any longer.

-“Come on, finish it.”

She feels the baton enter her rectum again and force a sphincter already traumatised by its contractions on the instrument.

She moans and shouts again when the third shock shakes her bowels, making her want to puke and shit in the same time.

Nauseous, she asks the man to grant a few seconds to regain her breath. Lying flat on her stomach, sobbing, she massages her belly wondering how the people in her country could have let the laws and rules get out of hands in such a way that a girl like her could get her guts shocked like that when she’s not even committed a crime.

In a voice that is supposed to be soothing, the man tries to reassure her.

-“It’s very painful, I know. But the great advantage of the electrical shocks as you know is that they leave no permanent mark and have no long after-effects.

-Oh yes?! And what about the women who become frigid after they got too many shocks on their clits?

-You’ve got a point here. But it’s because the clitoris is a very fragile nervous centre. Plus the risks of serious aftermaths really appear only after the third shock on the clit. It’s just that some women don’t realize how hard it is for their organ to stand such a treatment. They think they’ll recover quickly and don’t want to be shocked on their breasts or some of them think they would be too ashamed of being shocked in the rectum, so they get three or more shocks on their clits, most of the time they ask to get it with the hood lifted, which is far worse. A shock on the clit if you lift its hood is thirteen points, getting four such shocks amounts to fifty-two points. Once this is done you don’t get many more sensitive parts of your body shocked, especially if you’re in for a 70 or 80 points choice of course. But the risk of having long-lasting after effects on your sexual life is very high.

So, if it is used correctly, I think electric shocks are much better than the canning or whipping we used to deliver. Did you experience that? Oh no, you may not have, you’re too young.

I remember having to cane women’s vulva with specific instructions to hit their clit and I can tell you that these strokes left marks. I can’t recount the number of labia and clits that bled under my canning. But there was nothing to do, you know. When you hit a girl on her sex… Most of the time the flesh was too soft to take it and they bled. I thought it was horrific sometimes, when girls got the maximum punishment it could end up with bloody sheets and the girl’s pussy looked a real mess.

Honest, I really think the electric shocks are quite a step forward in the field of citizens punishment.”

Laura shivers on the bed.

-“I suppose I must be glad I don’t get my clit mauled by a cane then…

-Oh yes, you can be. A hundred point choice is a severe punishment. Ten years ago you would surely have bled under the cane.”

-Yes, true… Having your clit burned by electric shocks is much better…”

The man grins.

-“Well. While we’re talking about it, are you ready for the last shocks?”

Laura sighs deeply.

-“Yes… I think. Let’s do it… You’re right: it’s worse if it lasts

-Good. If you can please position your body so that your sex faces the camera. Lie on your back and spread your legs, I strongly advise getting the shock with the hood lifted first.”

Laura moves sadly on the bed, and positions her body so that the camera can record her ordeal more precisely, proving its occurrence to the authorities of the corporation.

Then she uses her fingers to lift the hood of her clit, uncovering her small, pulsing bud.

A big sob shakes her body when she realizes the shame and horror of her situation: she is showing her clit as bare as can be to a man who will deal excruciating pain to it with an electric shock.

The agent deals with it with speed and elegance, applying the tip of the baton on her in a very formal way and shocking her immediately to prevent her from having to wait for the pain.

Laura howls and, immediately, a jet of urine spurts out of her convulsing body. Holding her crotch she shakes spasmodically on the wet sheet, crying and feeling the warm liquid spurt between her fingers.

-“I’m sorry… Oh my clit… It’s so fucking painful…

-That’s nothing miss, don’t pay attention to the pee, a lot of girl do that when they’re shocked on their clit. If you could just spread your legs one more time in front of the camera I would give the second shock straight off, it’s better for you not to wait.”

Laura shows her poor clitoris a second time and gets the second shock when pee is still leaking out of her labia. She ends up doubled up on the bed, in a pool of piss.

-“Fucking hell. And some girls get four shocks like that… Now I understand why you said it can make a woman become frigid!”

She looks at her throbbing clit, and winces painfully.

-“You’ve burned my clit raw with only two of them.

-Now imagine the state of the girl I punished last week. She got four shocks with the hood lifted. It took hours to make her lift it the fourth time. She was pleading like mad. Said it would kill her. I can understand that. Four shocks like that it’ really too much, should be forbidden too. Now I advise you to present one of your breasts straight away and end up with it. Hold it tight, it helps. ”

Laura is choked by pain and can barely speak when she agrees with him.

Collapsing on her bed, she holds her right breasts, suddenly convinced that the heavier of the two round spheres of tender flesh is the less sensitive of the two.

The agent applies the tip of the electric baton underneath her areola and makes her shout one last time before she buries her face in the pillow and cries out her pain.

-“Right miss. You went to it quite decently. It’s always bad to get a hundred points choice…”

 Choked by her sobs, Laura still finds the strength to answer.

-“Quite decently? You call pissing myself wet decent?

-Oh that. It’s nothing, I told you it’s quite common really.

Well. I will leave you now. Hope I won’t have to come back soon as they say.”

Shaking with exhaustion, pain and humiliation, Laura says.

-“I hope so too.”

 

            07 05 89

 

On their way to the building of the corporation, Laura unburdens herself to her friend Lissa.

Lissa can’t believe her ears. She’s never received a severe corporal punishment in her life, only the odd level two shock on the navel when she broke the speed limit and once she got four of them for drunk driving. But she had never thought that corporal punishment could be so hard. Plus the situation of her friend is one she’s never heard of before. Being punished in the same time by the state, the bailiff and the corporation is not a common thing in the upper-class neighbourhood she comes from.

She’s heard of cases on TV when the debate was raised about heavy mistreatment of women during the oil crisis of 83; but she wouldn’t have thought that someone as close to her as her friend Laura would get her clitoris burned with level five shocks for example.

Laura is crying in a way that tells that she’s cried a lot during the past few days. She seems to be shedding tears as a habit.

But every time she thinks about what she’s been through, or when a flash of memory passes through her mind, she starts sobbing uncontrollably.

-“I… I pissed on myself in front of him when he did that to my clit… It was such a humiliation. Even if he said that is common in this situation… It’s just unbearable… I think it must be because the shocks in my vagina and my rectum had broken my resistance… Yes it’s the term: it had broken my resistance. I would never have done something like that otherwise.

-I know Laura… No need to tell me… Poor dear… And they didn’t event give you a day off to recover?”

Laura blushes with rage.

-“Of course not. That’s why they use electric shocks now, because it’s not supposed to leave after-effects that make you unable to work the next day. But just imagine that now: sitting eight hours on my aching bum and having to find a position so that nothing will touch my clit…”

Lissa can’t imagine of course, and Laura realizes that she can’t either and cries more loudly.

 

10 05 89

 

            Laura has rung every bell available to raise the money she owns but the oil crisis has struck hard every member of her family and her friends too. Pay decreases of 20 to 30 per cent have forbade all the people she knew to help her. If they had done, they would have received the same treatment as her. They sympathised and said that they would have but couldn’t. Her parents told her how ashamed they were they couldn’t help her out of her situation; and they didn’t know that she had been degradingly punished by the state and the corporation the same week, for she had felt unable to tell them.

Now she is waiting for Tim, to get nine more lashes of the cane, knowing that even if she has healed and prepared the bruised skin of her bum, she may keep permanent marks from this new punishment.

Tim is obviously embarrassed by the situation. It seems that he has somewhat become attached to the girl, and the prospect of canning her once again doesn’t please him.

Laura keeps silent as he enters.

She doesn’t know what to say. She is already naked from the waist down and goes to the table to get prepared.

Only when Tim finishes setting his camera does she dare saying something, revealing the horror of her situation in plain and bitter words.

-“I’ve been shocked again two days ago. A hundred point “choice”. I was shocked on the belly, in the vagina and in the rectum. And then I got two shocks on my clit and one on my left breast.”

Tim is honestly saddened by what he’s heard.

-“Bloody hell! And you get canned once more. Now it’s what I call bloody unfair! A nice girl like you!”

Laura doesn’t add anything.

-“I hope you’ve prepared your skin the way I told you to. I really helps in many cases. I mean, sometimes you can really undergo this without getting nasty marks on your skin. Or at least none that would stay after a year…

-Marks that remain one year later… That’s what it is… You’ll mark my body this time… I’ll be scarred by the bloody canning… I’ll be scarred for the sake of this bloody money I borrowed.

-I tell you, all the girls don’t get permanent scarring from the second canning. It’s only the third time that you know that whatever you do your bottom will keep marks.

-The third time?!

-Yes… You didn’t know? If you can’t repay at least half the sum you owe in the ten days to come, I’ll have to cane you a third time. And they’ll make it fifteen strokes this time, minus one as your work implies your sitting all day long. Fourteen strokes with the cane after you’ve been whipped twice is absolutely sure to leave permanent scars on your skin… But they need only half the sum before the third canning. “

Laura’s shoulders are shaken by sobs.

-“But… But it’s just fucking horrible! I have been hurt inside my belly shitless by electric shocks, ok… But getting scarred for a few thousand credits!

-Maybe you’ll find them before that…

-Of course not! How could I? I’ll have to steal!”

Tim has seen this kind of situation too many times.

-“Oh no, don’t that. You’ve already been punished hard for stealing and you had no record. If you do something like that now, so soon after you’ve been punished, they won’t be as nice as the first time.”

Laura can’t believe what she’s heard.

-“Nice?! YOU were the one who was paid to put me through this ten days ago! You should know better! Would you call raping your pussy sore and getting shocked on your cervix NICE?! I thought you had a better judgement of the situation than that!

-If you compare it with what they’ll do to you if they catch you again, it is… Not as hard as you think…

-Oh yeah? I’d like to know! I’ve had my clit shocked two different times, my bowels blasted with electricity so hard that I’ve lost two pounds thanks to a week of diarrhoea. I’ve had breast pain and marks of shocks on my belly; and now you will surely scar my bum with the cane… And you tell me that next time I’ll certainly be scarred if I don’t pay half a sum which I have no mean whatsoever to find in a months! So what could be worse than that?!

-All that I say is: don’t underestimate the ruthlessness of some of our judges…

-Oh, I don’t. Seeing what I’ve been through during this week I would surely never underestimate the cruelty of anyone, no matter if they are state or corporation or anybody else. But I reiterate my question: what more could they do to me that they haven’t done yet?”

Tim is embarrassed. He doesn’t fancy the fact that he will have to punish the body of the girl again soon, and he doesn’t like the idea of having to explain her what she risks either. It appears clearly to him now that she’s never been close to someone who had real trouble with the state and therefore can’t imagine to what length corporal punishment can go when things turn real bad.

-“Well Miss you’ve got to know that there are such things as “severe treatments”, which the way they call really hurting a woman’s body and with means that have either very long-lasting or permanent effects on the parts of the body where they are applied such as scars from heavy canning or very bad effects on sexual health. I saw girls younger than you condemned to what they call “clitoral traumatizing”, and that’s when they tie you to a table and put an automatic shocking machine on your clit that delivers a level three shock every five minutes for an hour which makes it twelve shocks and it is known to have 70 percent chance of permanently degrading the sexual activity. What they never avowed is that at least 30 percent of the girls become frigid after such a treatment.”

Laura’s despair never ceases to increase. She is already crying even if she’s not been punished yet.

-You mean they could burn my clit just because I’ve been caught stealing for the second time?!

-No, it’s not what I said. Clitoral traumatizing wouldn’t be applied for theft. I just want to know that there is a very large gamut of really harsh treatment they can condemn you to. A second offence in a troubled period like the one we are going through now would surely condemn you to a much harder version of what you’ve been through with me the last time. Such as raping yourself on a larger stake and getting level four or five inner shocks to conclude every penetration. It’s what they call “self enlargement of a woman’s orifice assisted by electric shocks”, and that is very commonly applied at the moment.

Depending on the orifice they want to enlarge the girl has to sit on a very large dildo, and then the pain caused by strong electrical shocks make the muscles of the vagina or the anal sphincter contract extremely violently on the dildo and progressively enlarge your hole.

You really wouldn’t like to be condemned to that. Girls who’ve been through this punishment need to re-educate the muscles of their vagina just as if they had delivered a child. And they need to stay at home until their anuses recover from the treatment when they got it is the ass. I heard of a woman who had to wait for two weeks before she was able to stand up without shitting uncontrollably.”

Laura is choked by horror. Ever since she started to get her first punishment, her discovery of the reality beneath the system she was born in has never ceased to terrify her. But the description of these treatments is too much for her to bear.

-“Why are you saying that to me?!”

Tim answers this in a very honest way.

-“I tell you the awful truth because I think it might dissuade you from doing something silly like being caught for theft so soon after your first state punishment. You’ve already suffered al lot this month, and I really wouldn’t like to have you back at the civil centre for an enlargement or worse, to get your clit fried. I don’t know why but I like you, you seem to be a nice girl, and you remind me of my wife when she was younger. I really would like to help you get through it as quick as possible and, believe me, theft is not an option.

-Yes, so? What shall I do? I’ll wait until you come back and scar my bum with your cane.

-Oh no, if this happens I wouldn’t be the one coming to punish you. We can sometimes choose not to accept a contract when it’s someone we know. And after these past two weeks I feel like I know you so I would refuse to do that to you. But no matter who or how, you’d better try to find another solution if you want to avoid being caned for the  third time. That’s my advice to you. Try “Last Chance Bank”. Of course they might get you  into debt for five or ten years but it’s still much better than risking heavy punishment for a second offence.”

Hoping he had been heard by the poor girl, Tim realizes that time is fleeting by and remembers that there are still four canings to go before he can go back home.

-“Now if you don’t mind…”

Laura doesn’t say anything. She puts her hand on the table and waits for the lashes of the cane.

Before he starts, Tim touches expertly the skin still recovering from the last caning. He declares that it seems to him that the cream has definitely done its job and that, as Laura is young and therefore has a strong and elastic skin she surely won’t get scared by this punishment.

Laura answers bitterly.

-“What’s the point if I get scared next time?”

Tim doesn’t know what to say. He mutters: “You’ll find a solution.. You will.” And then starts to hit her, hard, but as softly as he knows he can without getting himself in trouble. 

 

10 05 89

 

            -“Oh my! Poor darling… Poor poor…”

Lissa can’t find words strong enough to express what the sight of her friend’s backside inspires her.

-“Fuck! If I had not seen it I would never have believed that you could get punished like that just because you couldn’t give some money back!”

Laura is literally shattered by what she has experienced. She has cried so much that her eyes are puffed as if someone had beaten her face.

The local doctor has allowed her to take a day off to recover from the punishment, telling her that more days would raise suspicion at her work and she agreed that she surely didn’t need that at the moment.

-“The doctor said that I may not get permanent scars… There have been only few bleedings and the marks are not too deep…

-Not too deep?! But your bum looks like…”

Lisa realizes that she’d better not find a relevant comparison to avoid hurting her friend’s feelings.

-“Oh you know, that surely is nothing if you compare it to the way they’ll maul my ass next time.

-Next time?! Will there be such a thing as a next time after what you’ve been through?!”

Laura sighs in a very desperate way.

-“Yes… This time they want only half the sum. But I can’t find it I’ll be caned a third time. And the guy who did that to me said that this will definitely leave permanent marks. And I can’t find the money. Everybody’s broke in my family… And my friends…”

Lissa is embarrassed. She really would like to help Laura out of her predicament but she is absolutely unable o do it.

-“You know I would give you the money if I could. But if I did I would be unable to repay it myself…

-Oh, I know… There’s no point in having your bum scared too… I think I will try something different. A colleague of mine  told me that I could participate to a burglary they are planning in an upmarket clothe shop. I could get the sum and the risks are supposed to be very low…”

Lissa doesn’t like what she’s heard.

-“Ok… But what if it all goes wrong. You’ve already been condemned for theft this month… If they catch you so soon after the first time, they’ll surely be much more sever than the first time.”

A shadow falls on Laura’s face.

-“Tim, the man who caned my ass said that too. Well, he also gave me details… But what shall I do? You’ve seen the state of my bum, I don’t want to be scared and I may already keep marks this time… The cream I spread on my skin is efficient and Tim has caned me as leniently as he could but still. You can see what he did to me… I just can’t accept the fact that I’ll have a scared bum just for this bloody money I borrowed…

-What did this man say about what they’ll do to you if they catch you again?

-Oh… A lot of terrible things as you can imagine. But I’ll do it all the same. My colleague said that their plan is perfect. No risk at all.

I must try it…

 I won’t get the skin of my ass torn beyond repair without trying to avoid it. I really can’t accept that!” 

 

            14 05 89

 

            Nobody in the party heard or saw the police come.

The agents arrested every one of them as they came out of the backroom of the shop with their loot. 

Following the strict orders given by their hierarchy in these troubled time of economic crisis, the agents of the state apply very harsh methods ever since the arrests.

As she came out of the building she broke into, handcuffed, Laura sees Gina, the young colleague who brought her into this trap being beaten by a group of three agents in the middle of the small crowd that gathered as they heard the shouts of the burglars.

Gina is held by two strong policemen who force her to arch her body so that she presents her lower-belly in a way that make the blows more painful. The third agent beats her beneath the navel with a supple truncheon. And the fact that the truncheon is a light and supple one doesn’t seem to soften the pain enough: she cries and shouts and after a fifth and particularly vicious blow on the groin, wetting herself as she collapses in the strong hold of the men, which doesn’t prevent her from receiving two more blow before she’s dragged into the police van.

The officer in charge of the arrest, who was supervising the violent beating of the young red-haired belly never ceased to repeat “this suspect is resisting her arrest, please give her one more blow.” And he went on even when, wet with her freely flowing pee, she looked like a moaning rag held by the men.

Laura had heard of these methods. Pretending that the suspect resist his arrest is a way for the policemen to start torturing their catches even before they interrogate them at the station: that is when the authorities have sent specific instructions about the severity of interventions.

A few metres away from the place where Gina was beaten, one of the two men of the party is lying on the floor, moaning and holding his kicked testicles.

Laura hears him say “bastards my balls were shocked only two days ago!”

He points at one of the agents.

-“You knew! You were the one who shocked my balls yesterday!”

The policeman leers.

-“You shouldn’t have resisted your arrest.

-I didn’t resist my arrest! There are witnesses here! I didn’t resist and you kicked my balls all the same! Isn’t it true?!”

The man tries to find help in the small crowd but it is obvious that none of the people present will say anything in his favour. He is lifted without precaution and carried in the van.

-“If you arch your body nicely and don’t oblige us to hold you tight, Ill give you only two or three blows on your belly. Ok?”

Laura turns to face the man who talked to her. The proposition seems only fair after what she’s seen. Still, she can’t prevent herself from asking.

-“I will. But how will you justify these blows if you don’t even need someone to hold me?

-Oh I won’t. We’ve received orders to make it hard during every arrests and that busted people should be beaten In the street, in front of passers-by in order to restore civil peace. So nothing needs to be justified anymore.”

Laura arches her body as she was told to do, but before she receives the first blow with the supple truncheon, she asks:

-“Why do you make us arch to hit us on the lower-belly?”

The man takes a proper position and hits her once, right under the navel.

-“There are two reasons. First because the pain is supposed to go deeper in your guts as you can’t contract your abdominal muscles enough. ”

The second blow makes her moan and jerk.

-“Then there’s the psychological reason: when you present your body that way, expecting the pain in your belly is supposed to be more traumatizing as you feel even more vulnerable.”

The third blow definitely illustrates for Laura what the man said about deep bowel pain caused by the truncheon in this position.

-“When we do that in the van, we sometimes lift the shirt to apply the blow on the naked skin. It doesn’t change a thing, but it also makes you feel more vulnerable.”

As she sees the man being ready to hit her a fourth time, Laura says:

-“You told you would only hit me two or three times…”

The man hits her a fourth time and harder than the previous ones.

-“Oh did I? Sorry, that one will surely leave a mark…”

 

            14 05 89

 

            Every time a group of people is arrested, the police carry out a procedure known as “first interrogation”, a euphemism that hides brutal acts of tortures performed in the police precinct.

The aim if “first interrogation” is to make every suspect give the names of all his or her accomplices so that from being suspects, every partner in a party immediately become culprits and can be judged the next day or as soon as the schedule of the tribunal allows.

Contrary to beatings delivered  just after the arrests, the means of torture used during these interrogation must leave none or very few visible marks as all the suspects entering the police precinct must have their photo taken, in the nude, thanks to a 82 law concerning police violence and casual torture in police precinct.

A new photo is taken when the suspect (who has, most of the time, become a culprit by then) is released from the precinct. Marks left on the body shall therefore be the source of judicial arguments and are scrupulously avoided by agents as a result.

This is why, when a woman has breasts voluminous enough to allow it, the small area beneath the breasts which is hidden when standing for the photography is a good choice of location for the policemen to create severe pain without risking getting into trouble. Women endorsed with breasts to small to allow that are anally raped with a truncheon instead, or have pens inserted in their urethra.

Tied to a chair, Laura stares in horror as the man lifts her left breast with one hand and takes the sensitive skin beneath it between thumb and forefinger.

-“But… I have already given you the names of all the others! You don’t need to torture me!!!

-Yes, but what if you’ve forgotten one of them?

-What?! How can you say that? You know I’ve given you all the names! Everybody was arrested. All my accomplices are retained here. I have heard the shouts of most of them in the corridor! You know I am not holding information!”

The man sighs what seems to be an honestly sorry sigh.

-“I may know it… But between you and me they told us to let no suspect get out of here without being tortured.

-I can’t believe this! So you will hurt every one of us just for the sake of it?

-Not for the sake of it Miss. I don’t really like hurting women you know. I just follow orders.”

As the man starts to pinch her slowly, viciously beneath the breast, Laura asks with a short breath:

-“If you don’t like it, why do you pinch me so hard? Couldn’t you do it more… gently?”

The man seems to wonder but still tightens his grip, making Laura close her eyes and moan.

-“Yes, of course I could do that. But I wouldn’t be doing my job properly, see?”

Then, lifting her right breasts to deliver the same pain underneath it he adds, unashamedly:

-“Plus I’ve got to admit that I don’t really dislike torturing nice round breasts like yours. In fact it does turn me to hurt them on when a woman’s breasts are as nice as yours”

He then pinches her sensitive skin hard enough to make her be sure that she will keep a bruise for a long time.

 

            14 05 89

 

            Laura comes out of the police precinct, her bra in the pocket of her jacket, she couldn’t even bear the thought of wearing it after what she’s been through.

The man has not pinched her only once beneath each breast. He has done it three times, as slowly and viciously as he could, taking each time a different piece of skin so that, in the end, the underneath of both her breasts are bruised on a few centimetres and it’s only by telling her to bend slightly forward that the policemen could later take a photo that wouldn’t show the spreading marks of the torture on this part of her chest.        

In her other pocket, Laura has folded an official notice that tells her to go to the tribunal in two days time. The notice also specifies that she shall get prepared to either be jailed straightaway or be punished in the premises of the tribunal.

The notice also specifies that she must prepare her body in every ways to facilitate any of the following treatments registered as “severe” on the codex of corporal punishment: rape by either one or the other of her lower orifices, heavy whipping, caning or beating of any part of her body, treatments having a risk of causing overwhelming needs of defecating or urinating (adding that a shaved pussy and anal region is more hygienic and more easily cleaned in case of uncontrolled discharge and that a day of fasting the day before the punishment may allow to produce less faeces in the case of uncontrolled defecation during a punishment).

Of course the notice also specifies that any part of her body is liable to be tested for a long list of creams and drugs that could soften the treatment called for against her.

In small but still readable letters, a long disclaimer also adds that in view of the possible nature of the corporal punishment and its severity, some things must be known by the culprit beforehand and others can be planned to facilitate what follows the treatments. In short, the disclaimer advises Laura to get an appointment with a doctor to get professional advise in case “any of the treatment received had been very badly tolerated by the body” and, if she can, one with her gynaecologist for the same reason and because “many severe corporal punishment which you might be liable to receive in the private areas of your body need the support of a professional to facilitate or, in rare cases allow, full recovery”.

Thinking about this disclaimer, Laura sobs silently in the street, fondling her painful breasts sadly without any paying attention to the passers-by now that she knows that some of them might soon be wanking, watching her get her clit shocked to the point that she gets frigid or having her vagina and her anus enlarged in horrific ways.

 

            17 05 89

 

            Tim couldn’t refuse to punish Laura. The decrease of the number of employees in the judicial centre due to the terrible crisis that ravages the state makes it more and more difficult to operate an already overheated judicial system.

This is why Laura is punished one day after the planned date.

As she enters the room where she will be tortured, naked, she glances at him with incomprehension.

-“I thought you said that…

-Don’t tell me! I told them I would prefer being considered off sick than punishing you again. But they were adamant. They said I would be the next one on the dole if I didn’t do it. And If I’m on the dole, there won’t pass a month before my wife gets her ass caned just like yours was. And I can tell you that there’s no way we would be able to repay our debts before she gets scared real good…

So did I have the choice?”

Laura nods in silent dismay.

-“I’m sorry for you…

-Not as much as I am sorry for you… You’ll have a real bad time today… I warned you that they wouldn’t be as nice as the first time if they caught you… Well, they’ve been particularly bad…”

Laura feels like she’s going to cry even before the punishment begins. She wonders why the executioner said that.

The man knows that she might wonder if he doesn’t tell her what she’ll go through to satisfy some sadistic urge. But he also knows that telling the culprit that the punishment will be extreme when it actually will only be very hard permits to make the victim have what in other circumstances would be called a good surprise. Which is said to make the ordeal easier to endure. 

The witnesses are already aroused as they hear Tim say that. But they know that they’ve paid big money to see the real things, not one of those cheap punishments you get for the lowest fees.

Just like the first time, there are two dildos waiting for her. But this time they are larger. In fact it seems to Laura that they are much too large to enter her body. But she’s learnt by then state punishment can be way beyond what she thinks is possible to be endured by her body.

Tim describes the treatment in clear terms.

-« I want your full attention while I give you the instructions for your corporal punishment. You’ve been condemned to undergo, under the due surveillance of witnesses, the corporal punishment known as 7SVA. This severe punishment includes the degrading use of your intimate orifices in public, and physical pain described as self-inflicted while following the orders of a law enforcement officer.”

He sighs and goes on.

-“It consists in an enlargement of both orifices by mean of violent contractions on instruments adjusted to stretch the said orifices to the maximum, according to the specialist who checked your body. This treatment will be applied three times in each orifice.”

Laura winces when reference is made of the old leering man who deliberately took his time using three different kind of speculums in both her vagina and her anus, repeating, every time she moaned because of the way he extended her intimate muscles: “Don’t worry it’s bound to be a bit painful. It’s normal. Got to know how these nice little holes of yours can be stretched.”

Tim goes on with the awful routine of describing how the woman will be tortured.

-“The contractions will be caused by strong internal shocks, that means level five shocks. The pain produced by the shocks is part of the punishment. But you already know that don’t you?”

Laura keeps her head down. She tries not to look at the dildos but her eyes are irremediably attracted by the sight of what she thinks is definitely too large to get into her body.

-“Yes… I know that… But really how will I be able to put these into me?”

Her lips are quivering as she says that and she feels some tears ready to run down her cheek. She just can’t believe that she will have to make these penetrate her.

Tim goes on and partially answers her question.

-“As the instruments are very large, you will be granted ten minutes to prepare your body before you rape yourself for the first time, that is five minutes for each orifice.”

He points at a small table where five dildos of different sizes are displayed.

-“You can use these to accustom your body to serious stretching. You will also be allowed to take the time you need to rape yourself for the first time in each orifice, providing you don’t voluntarily overuse it.”

A man amongst the witnesses gloats:

-“Take as much time as you need baby!”

Tim tells him to shut up with a fierceness that betrays the fact that he hates what he has to do.

 He goes on with the instructions.

-“After the first penetration, you will be punished with external electric shocks every time you break the rhythm of the punishment or behave in an improper way. Level four shocks would then be applied on the tip of your breasts up to a maximum of five shocks on each nipple. The limit of three shocks usually applied being lifted because of the hazardous nature of shocks on the clitoris being followed by important vaginal stretching; wounds being too likely to occur then. You may receive shocks on your clitoris only if you must receive shocks after the last vaginal penetration.

In case you exceed the limit of five shocks on each nipple, you are liable to receive further shocks on the clitoris at a later date”.

Tim adds, in a sad voice.

-“I may be exceeding my duties but I strongly advise you to behave properly during this punishment of yours and thus avoid getting your nipples burnt in addition to having your sex and your arse badly stretched. Did I make myself understood?”

Laura nods in silent and miserable agreement.

-“Ok, when you’re ready, you can start preparing your vagina to be stretched with any of the dildos available. I’ll grant you five minutes as soon as you take one of the dildos. And, once again, I strongly advise you to do that quite well. Some women are too embarrassed to start it in front of the… witnesses and they don’t prepare themselves properly. It much more painful when you don’t prepare your body.”

Laura nods sadly.

-“Well when you’re ready you may prepare your vagina, which will be penetrated first.

Laura takes a deep breath and walks in the direction of the small table. She realizes then that it’s the first time since she entered the room that the wankers can see her battered bum.

She can hear the gasp of joy as they look at the swollen marks on her backside: the various colours that her skin have taken under the blow. Her bum looks like a big bruise with long welts.

She stops in front of the table and takes a dildo that she thinks is big enough to accustom her vagina to extreme stretching as soon as the first penetration.

The uses the lubricant at her disposal inside her, awkwardly, spreading her labia and inserting fingers covered with the greasy liquid. As she does so she tries to turn not to face the witnesses, but Tim calls her to order.

-“You must face the witnesses as you prepare your body too.”

Laura grins ironically.

-“They don’t want to miss anything, do they?

Someone in the audience says:

-“Hey! Doesn’t she get shocked on her tits for talking like that!”

But Tim tells him to shut up and says.

-“She didn’t insult you. It’s the truth isn’t it? Isn’t that why they have to prepare themselves in the same room where they are punished? You come here every week, you should know!”

When she is lubricated enough, she shoves the dildo inside herself once, slowly, and realizes how much her perception of her own body has changed since the last time she had to abuse her own body.

The dildo is larger then every one of the few men’s sexes she felt inside her and she has put it deep inside her without even wincing.

But, still, the size of the dildo which will be used to enlarge her vagina makes a chilling feeling grow inside her belly.

She makes it go in and out of her a few tiles before she takes a larger one and, cringing, forces the entrance of her body more painfully.

But in and out it goes all the same, for she has understood quite well that Tim’s advice was honest.

As she finishes to penetrate herself with the second one and seems to be confused about what she has to do next, Tim makes an eye gesture towards a larger one, nodding his head in a meaningful way.

Apprehensively, she takes the third dildo and spreads her labia with her finger to force the tip of it inside her orifice. This time she winces and moans when she feels the instrument push her soft flesh in a spectacular way, straining her inside muscles and, this time, really preparing her body for the awful raping to come.

Tim declares that the preparation time is over as she is manipulating the large dildo inside herself, stretching her vagina from the inside with a kind of expertise born of her recent experience of genital torture.

-“I hope you’re prepared enough. This one is quite big for your body and when the shock hits you, you’d better keep it relaxed enough cause contracting on this thing too hard will surely be a bad experience. Now please rape yourself. Let remind you that you can take as much time as you need providing you don’t exaggerate.

I also have to draw your attention to the fact that the punishment is supposed to be self-inflicted following the order of an officer of the law; self-inflicted means that the state can’t be considered liable for the after-effects of the punishment. Particularly in case of serious muscular traumatizing caused by contracting on the device.”

As she is placing herself over the dildo meant to torture her most private part, Laura asks.

-“What do you mean by serious traumatizing?”

Tim answers with evident embarrassment, but he’s got to.

-“That means a torn vaginal muscle, Miss… It’s not a common effect but it happens and sometimes needs surgery afterwards; which expenses are not paid by the state. 

-You mean that in case I contract too much on this thing and tear the muscles of my vagina on it, I’ll have to pay for the surgery?”

This is the last straw for her. She bursts into tears, turning slightly to show her criss-crossed bum.

-“And then what if I pay? Will they take the skin of my ass off?!”

One or two witnesses start laughing, without even stopping wanking for all that.  

No matter if they saw the blue, black and purple marks of her recent canning, and the bitter tears rolling down her cheeks, they laugh heartily.

Tim sighs, overtly disgusted.

-“That’s the law Miss. Please commence now.”

Shyly, Laura spreads her intimate flesh to place the tip of the dildo at the entrance of her belly.

The, taking a deep breath, she starts to push on her legs to make the enormous thing come into her.

The pain of the stretching is almost unbearable, but once again, she realizes how much her consciousness of her body has changed. She can inflict to herself what she would recently have thought was an indescribable act of torture.

But if she can bear in silence the pain of having her vagina stretched beyond her worst nightmares, the prospect of being severely shocked inside her belly stops her when she is about to make her labia reach the sensors.

-“Oh fuck! And I’ll get a level five shock inside?!!! It’s…It’s inhumane!!”

Amongst the witnesses, a man whispers:

-“Not more barbaric than having your balls shocked, believe me!”

Laura’s body is shaking with sobs as she ponders over the fact that she’ll have to make the two last centimetres of the dildo go up into her and therefore trigger the shock at the precise moment when the tip of the instrument reaches her cervix.

The wistful words of the witness only add to the feeling of utter misery that she feels going through her terrible ordeal.

She suddenly realizes how despicable the laws are when you can find a poor bugger wanking in front if a tortured woman, his testicles still traumatised by electric shocks. 

With a sudden wish to end it as fast as possible, she shoves the last part of the dildo inside herself, reaches the sensors and howls like a wounded beasts when the shock shoots up through the instrument, burning her vagina in the blink of an eye and eventually blasting her cervix in a catharsis of electric pain.

Her scream goes on and on as she clutches her lower-belly manically and make the dildo get out of her. The pain of the shock inside is so unbearable, that she doesn’t even feel the way her vaginal muscles were traumatised by their uncontrolled contraction on the dildo.

As soon as the dildo is out of her, she collapses on the floor, moaning, crying bitter tears and twisting in utter agony.

An incomprehensible babble comes out of her quivering lips as she twists on the cold floor, her fingers gripping the lowest part of her abdomen so tight that she feels her own nails bite into the flesh.

-“M… Cerv… Blas m bell… Ooooohh… My ovari… hurts…”

A jerk of her body on the floor sees a spurt of urine leak from between her legs and the empties her bladder that way, crying and twisting on the cold floor feeling, little by little, the effects of the violent stretching of her vagina as the pain of the shock within her belly slowly decreases.

When Tim speaks again, she is lying in a pool of piss, panting, her eyes puffed and pleading.

-“Please… Let me go to the toilet… I… I must cleanse myself…”

Tim is embarrassed to do so, but he must tell her the rule.

-“Yes, you’ve got to do that all right. But I’m sorry to say that you’ll be shocked on your tits for the break in your punishment…”

Laura moans some more, but she stands awkwardly and staggers to the toilet, wet with the pee she twisted in, in an agony of shame and pain.

-“Bastards… Bastards… I can’t let them see me like this… I won’t have it!”

Two minutes later she comes back, clean, and holds her right breast in front of Tim.

The wankers were glad to see how she walked with her legs wide apart. But they are even more elated by her scream when a terrible level four shock blasts her nipple.

Trembling, she then holds her left breast and gets shocked in the same way.

Tim glances at the poor suffering girl.

-“Now please prepare your anus and prepare it well. You want to finish it quickly. It always gets worse when it lasts.

-I.. I know.

-To prepare your anus you must turn around so that the witnesses can… See what you do”.

Laura sighs and takes a dildo that she thinks is just large enough to enter her sphincter without causing damage. None are smaller.

 

Forcing her entrance that way is an ordeal in its own right. No matter how much lubricant she spreads on the instrument, she must try at least four times each time she makes it go into her.

She doesn’t really succeed in enlarging her anus but the five minutes are quickly spent and Tim orders her to rape herself on the second dildo, the one intended to enlarge her back entrance when she’ll contract on it because of the internal shock.

She impales herself, crying, making the long object go up her rectum and when her anus reach the sensors, the device produces a blasting level five shock that instantly traumatizes her bowel and make her anus contract strongly on it.

With bulging eyes she screams and quickly make the dildo get out of her belly, feeling her rectum being pulled out in a horrific way. When the instrument eventually comes out her with a popping sound, she feels as if the lower part of her rectum had been turned inside out like a glove. She fumbles with terrified fingers between her marked cheeks to feel if her bowel really have come out of her body. The impression is horrendous. Under her fingers she feels her palpitating anus, it’s the source of a pain so intense that she loses all dignity and farts loudly, happy that she voluntarily planned her excretions and missed up to three meals to have her intestines empty enough not to make her have a violent diarrhoea as she had the last time when she was shocked that way.

-“Vagina again, Miss. Quick.”

Panting, Laura rushes on the larger dildo and make it go into herself as fast as she can.

She gets the internal shock, and gets such a violent contraction on the dildo that it turns into a kind of cramp. Howling she succeeds, without knowing how, in making the instrument get out of her, pushing on her legs with the energy of despair, and then collapses heavily on the floor.

Out of breath, not being able even to moan, she twists and shakes on the cement.

Laura has no idea about what torn vaginal muscles can feel, but she is quite sure that her intimate muscles are torn right now. Her sex feels like it’s been stretched so bad that it will never regain its normal proportions. The pain burns a path of pure fire in her belly, making her dizzy and ready to faint.

-“I’m torn… My vagina. I’ve torn my… Muscles.”

Tim shakes his head sadly.

-“Don’t say that. It can be very painful without any serious injury. There’s a way to know if you’ve got a torn muscle or not. You can try to contract your muscles now that the vaginal punishment is completed. If you really can’t contract the muscles of vagina, it may mean that you need medical help. Try if you can.”

Laura shuts her eyes and concentrates on her sex. She takes a deep breath and contracts her intimate muscles very slightly but successfully. Of course that simple intimate movement wakes a terrible pain within her and she twists once more on the floor.

-“I… I could contract it… Oh but it’s so… So painful…

-I know… Finish with your anus now. As I told you: it’s no good making it last…”

Tim helps her to stand up and position herself above the second dildo.

But when she flexes her legs and tries to force her sphincter for the second time, she realizes that she is far too contracted to make it enter her as easily as the first time.

Trembling, she stutters:

-“My anus… It’s… It’s too contracted. It’s clenched…

-It’s normal Miss. Take your time, you’ll make it.”

One of the witnesses whispers: “Yeah, take all the time you need.”

Lifting her eyes up, Laura realizes that the men are wanking frenetically watching her struggling just to make the very tip of the instrument force herself.

Desperate and disgusted, she spits in the direction of the wankers.

-“Bloody pervs! You should be ashamed!”

Tim takes his electric baton, nodding in disagreement.

-“You shouldn’t have done that. I told you to behave. It’s useless to suffer more, your punishment is severe enough as it is.”

Laura doesn’t even plea the executioner. She knows now that some rules are fixed and that she’ll be shocked again on her tits for what she’s said and done. She grips her left breast firmly, making the already swollen nipple poke out.

The shock makes her shout and the second one leaves her dizzy with pain.

-“Now please stay silent and be quick.

 -But… How can I impale myself if I can’t relax my sphincter?!! I should have some more lubricant.”

Tim nods his head sadly.

-“You can have some and five minutes to prepare your anus with a dildo. But it’s two more shocks on your breasts if you ask for it. So you’d better try without this help…”

Following the executioner’s advice, Laura tries again but definitely can’t succeed in making the dildo come into her again.

Tim can also see that.

-“All right, take the lubricant then and relax your sphincter with a preparation dildo. You don’t really seem to have the choice.”

Laura does that, awkwardly, and then, sniffing she presents her breasts for the third time, realizing that the kind of trauma she’ll get from the shocks there with level four shocks is definitely worse than what level three shocks did to her.

Her face drenched with tears she then impales herself sadly and almost violently on the instrument to get a second level five shock in her belly before she asks, trembling on the device: “Could help me… My legs are so weak…”

Tim reaches her and, putting his big hands on her tights helps her to lift her body.

The punishment is finished, Tim says to the witnesses.

Clutching her throbbing belly, Laura spits in their direction.

-“Wish your wives get treated that way one day!”

One of tnhe wankers turn round, grinning.

-“Mine got it babe. It sure was nice to see the bitch writhe in pain!”

Tim sighs.

-“We’re living strange times Miss. Strange times…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.”

Laura’s Ordeal   Part three

 

           

24 05 89

 

Lissa starts in her chair.

Someone HAS knocked at the door and she doesn’t expect anyone to come and see her this evening since Laura is her only real friend and is now being… filled, no matter how this word fills her with horror.

Therefore…

Her own words resound in Lissa’s head as the knocking is heard again:

-“The bastards have framed my dad.”

And, worse: “Now I don’t even know if they’re not going to come tomorrow to beat me again”.

As she’s never had any problem with the justice or with debtors, Lissa knows nothing about the horrible, brutal and unfair “programs” (as they call it) that one can go through once one has stepped out of the fine line that divides the normal citizens (those who have already been punished once or twice at least) and the happy few who are protected either by their money or their connections. Thus she doesn’t know when and/or how many times “agents” can come to her place to either punish her or, worse, send her to a place where she’ll be punished even harder.

Dressed in a light nightgown, she goes to the door and stares through the hole just long enough to gasp and instinctively put both hands on her belly.

The same group of men as the day before is here.

-“Please open. There’s absolutely no meaning in making us wait. Unless you want to make me angry… Which wouldn’t be a good idea…”

Lissa answers, in a soft voice.

-“I… I’ve got to dress first.

-Don’t bother, honest. It will be quick. Plus something tells me that you’ll soon have to show your naked body, so you’d better get used to it now…”

Lissa unlocks the door.

The three agents come in.

Lissa asks, in a shy and vibrant voice.

-“What do you want this time? Have you come to… tell me about the inquiry?”

Saying that, Laura can figure out how stupid she may sound. The man who beat her belly the day before has already taken the same baton out of a black bag one of his colleagues carry.

-“Why should you beat me again? You said it was “preventive action” yesterday. Has the situation of my case changed?

-Nope Miss. But the senior official in charge of your father’s case has decided that you should get your dad’s “warning punishment”. This director has surmised that it would be bad form to have a “still” dignified man like your father be punished when the case has not started yet. Transferring light punishment to another, usually younger member of the family involved in the same case is common.”

The man adds, in a knowing tone:

-“Plus it seems that your father was mad about the first beating you received… So… You’ll get a second one… Cause it pleases this director who seems to really hate your dad.”

In a more formal tone, the Lieutenant tells Lissa to undress her belly from the pubis to the navel, where the beating shall be applied. Then he adds, still very formally that special circumstances have allowed the tribunal in charge of the case to ask for “intensified preventive action” this time. Which means five firm strokes with the baton instead of the usual three.

When Lissa, shivering with panic, asks why on earth she should get five strokes of the baton instead of three, the man answers that it’s due to the gravity of charges in the case in progress. Then he adds:

-“Nevertheless, as you’ve already received three strokes, and received them fairly recently too, you could ask for a postponement of this punishment.”

Lissa sighs, guessing as she crosses the man’s eyes that it won’t be so easy.

-“Yeah. And what if I do that?

-Then I’ll be back and the senior official who hates your dad will have claimed that your demand for a postponement can be considered as reluctance to receive the fair treatments usually applied during legal process. Thus next time –tomorrow- you’ll get seven strokes instead of five.”

Lissa lifts her eyes up and sighs, now guessing where the situation is aiming at. 

-“So this “senior official”, Mr Jurton…

-No names please!

-Well, this director wants you to beat my belly and to beat it hard is that right?

-Naaay. He wants to make sure that you’ve realized that you’ve entered the judicial system and shall therefore accept any treatment decided against you. And he doesn’t want a senior citizen like your dad you get a preventive beating when nobody knows if he’s guilty or not…

-But he doesn’t mind if I get more than twice the usual beating.

-That’s it, cause your dad really hates knowing that you get beaten this way.

-So he’ll find every little ways during the investigation to send you to beat me, is that right?

-You could say that. But that would be quite close to slander, so don’t say that too often.

-And as you’re going to beat me on the lower-belly every time, one could say that bastard does hate my guts!”

Lissa hissed the end of her sentence with a total lack of humor.

“-No you can’t say that…

-Why? Would it be “bad form” to say bastard?!

-No, just because you can’t be beaten on your belly more than three times as a “preventive action”. After that I’ll beat you on your tits. Only two strokes each time, light strokes. But as you can imagine, these strokes are much harder to bear on your breasts…”

Lissa doesn’t even answer.

-“Now that we’ve cleared these points. Shall we quickly get rid of this little “administrative annoyance”. Can you lift your nightgown please so that I give you the five strokes?”

Lissa hesitates a second, then shyly lifts her night gown, letting the three men see the cutest little pink thong and the faint bruises left by the three firm strokes of the day before.

Caressing her belly under her small navel, where she’s been beaten, she asks.

-“See? My belly is bruised… You’ll beat me again on bruises?

-Yes Miss, for sure. But as we all can see, your belly is not in a really bad state. Firm strokes with the baton are not really what one could call torture.

-Yeah, maybe… Now what about five more?

-That’s a bit more painful, true. Shall I start?

-Go on.”

The man hits her, a bit more “firmly” than the day before, paying no attention whatsoever to the fact that her lower belly may still be very sensitive from the strokes received the day before.

Lissa points this out to the LCS.

-“You’ve hit me harder than yesterday! Shouldn’t you hit me a bit more gently now that my belly already hurts?”

The Lieutenant addresses her an embarrassed grin.

-“No, actually no. I may even hit you a bit harder than I usually do…

-Why?!

-Special order from the senior official in charge of your father’s case…

-Oh yes?! And what could be the “official” reason for that.

-Oh no official reason Miss. Just that he wants you to hurt as much as possible.

-Right. So why should I accept you’re hitting me harder if there’s no “judicial” reason for that?

-Because there’s very little way to define the difference between firm strokes and “firmer” ones. And the two witnesses here won’t be able to see any difference with the ten beatings they’ve seen since this morning…

-But you’ve just said it!!

-Yeah… But no one heard me say that. Only you and I would swear that I never said such a thing.” 

The two other men smile knowingly.

Lissa clenches her teeth and spits her rage at the group of men.

-“Now that’s what I call a fair system! Ok, come on, beat my belly blue if that’s what your fucking “senior official” wants you to do to me.

-Oh no Miss. Beating your belly really blue would be a proof that the beating was overdone. I’m a real professional Miss. I’ll beat your belly nice and painful but not blue as such… Just… more than lightly bruised this time; But that’s life.

-Ok, beat me the way you want but beat me quick now. I won’t stay all night in this position.

-At your service Miss.” 

The man does exactly as he told he would.

When he’s hit her lower belly for the third time, Lissa loses her severe composure and moans softly, suddenly realizing that contrary to yesterday, this beating will not only leave a faint, diffused pain in her lower belly but will certainly a deep painful feeling in her bowels.

-“Do you want to make a short pause before I give you the two last strokes?”

Lissa clenches her teeth and squeezes the fabric of her night gown between white fingers and answers, defiant.

-“No, I’m quite ok. Let’s get it over quick.

-A woman by my heart…”

The baton hits her belly two more times, making her gasp twice and then, as the punishment is over and done with, she shyly joins her hands on the painful region of her body, letting the gown fall with her hands nursing her belly underneath.

The man is about to leave. But before he lets Lissa alone he adds.

-“A glove with lukewarm water will do you good.  Avcom Soothing Cream and Lodil Painkiller Cream do the trick too.

And if it can help you, I would advise you to spread some cream on your belly an hour before we come tomorrow.”

Lissa almost starts crying.

-“Tomorrow? What do you mean?

-Well, I didn’t tell you anything if someone asks you. But it seems that someone high in the hierarchy of the corporation has a grudge against you. And what they do usually is find all reasons to demand “preventive action” during the investigation. Now the truth is that preventive action applied on the same part of the body are much more “effective” if they are applied in a short lapse of time. So it wouldn’t surprise me if I had to give you the third and last beating on the lower belly tomorrow. And this time, as you’ll have already be beaten twice, it will surely really hurt… So… Avcom or Lodil could surely help.”

After these words he lets Lissa alone, desperate, hurting, and furious but, most of all absolutely powerless. 

All she can do now is to buy some painkiller cream; and wait until she’s beaten again…

 

24 05 89

 

            Laura hears the sound of the plastic soles of the man in charge of the session stop behind her. Then she hears the faint liquid sound of the man’s fingers being plunged in the small jar of lubricant gel.

Next the man shoves two fingers, slippery with gel, inside her vagina. And then he makes two more steps to do the same with the redhead on her left.

When she feels the two fingers enter her pussy, the redhead utters a squeal, probably thinking that she’s starting to be raped.

The man in charge of the session puts the gel inside her nonetheless and then says.

-“If you contract your pussy like this when the nasty daddies come, you’ll leave this room on a stretcher and in a pool of blood darling.”

He then gives a quick glance at the number of men she’ll have to take within her and adds.

-“Pfew… Sixteen guys… I think I can already call the paramedics of you don’t relax quickly. Take my advice girl, think about something else and do relax. Or else you’ll be ruined after the five first men and you’ll have to be back again and again until you’ve had the sixteen of them. We call that a “bloody boomerang” here: girls who get out of here with torn pussies and then come back to be torn some more, sometimes three times, until their session is over.”

Hearing that only makes the redhead moan more and more.

The blond on the right of Laura, still being pounded deep within by the man, says:

-“See, what did I tell you.” Laura is horrified by what she’s already heard, and her session has not even started yet.

-“Yes… I see.

-Plus it’s spring time… Always harder in springtime, believe me…”

The man who fucks her deep and hard shouts at the blond woman once again.

-“Will ya ever shut the bloody fuck up you stoopid biaatch?!”

The blonde answers in a leering tone.:

-“I told you… I don’t really feel it, so I forgot about you…”

But a particularly nasty penetration manages to make her utter a surprised groan and then she does shut up in order not to get more of these.

As it is, the man is not behaving like a “cervixer”, and the blonde knows that she’ll get plenty of these within her before she’s been raped thirty times, so she’d rather not infuriate this one…

Then Laura hears the door open and, if she weren’t blindfolded, would see the number on her display show 10 instead of eleven, at the same time the number on the redhead’s display shows 15.

Two men are walking towards them. From her position, Laura can’t hear what’s happening to the fourth woman and all she could see of her was her display that must now be switching from 11 to ten like hers.

Next, Laura hears the neat sound of a zipper and immediately feels the touch of a man’s dick, gently rubbing her labia for a second and then being thrust within her not so gently.

Her session has begun.

On her right, the redhead repeats :”no no no no” between sobs. And then as she is penetrated and has surely not been able to relax the muscles of her vagina, she utters the saddest moan, which ends in an even sadder sentence.

-“I don’t want to be raped! I don’t want to be filled!”

The man behind her laughs out loud and says.

-“Too late baby!”

Then he adds, obviously elated.

-“Hey! That’s tight!”

 

24 05 89

            Lissa is lying on her bed, caressing her lower belly with a lukewarm glove as the LCS said. Touching hesitantly her body where she’s been beaten again she talks to herself.

-“Now that will leave bruises. Fuck! Bruises on my belly!”

The men have left her flat a few minutes ago and the pain is still throbbing hard, deep inside her guts.

Lissa nurses her belly and turns on one side, wincing, for any movement, so soon after the beating ,wakes up the pain deep inside her.

She couldn’t make herself go to the drugstore to buy some painkiller cream right now.

She thought that going out to buy it at this hour would let the man, who she knows quite well, deduce that she’s just been punished. And she’s decided that she wouldn’t have that. No matter if it means fighting the pain with a lukewarm glove.

But tomorrow, at the time when she usually goes to the drugstore, she’ll go and buy some Avcom cream for the next beating.

For, now, she’s pretty sure that the next beating will come.

Some people just can’t play it fair when they start winning… And Mr Jurton is one them…

 

24 05 89

 

            Luckily for her, Laura is not what people in this center call “an unlucky virgin”, or a “spoiled flower”, one of the very few virgins who are deflowered by a session.

But still, Laura is neither one of those girls who have had so many experiences that the feel of a dick inside them starts to be something of no consequence.

Therefore, as the first man’s sex slips slowly within her pussy, she feels a violent surge of disgust deep inside her whole body.

However she is twice lucky as the first rapist is not the hurting kind. He takes her gently and doesn’t need a long time before he comes, deep inside her.

That’s when Laura realizes how awful it’s going to be to be “filled”, as the first spurt of hot cum jets inside her genitalia.

She utters a low gasp of mixed surprise and disgust. Then she’s surprised to hear the man say “thank you” in a whisper before he leaves the room.

That’s when the blond woman on her right breaks the relative silence of the squishing sound produced by the man who’s fucking her long and deep by saying.

-“You’re lucky this time. Guys like this exist but they tend to be rare. Don’t think it will be that easy every time”

Laura doesn’t answer. Feeling the warm liquid left by a stranger inside her body she doesn’t think it’s easy, even that way.

But, too soon after this first experience, the second man proves the blonde right.

His cock is only slightly bigger than the previous one but the way he uses it makes it at least three times harder to bear. The first penetration is so brutal that Laura gasps and cringes, making all the efforts possible to refrain from contracting her vagina in response to his violence. Then the man starts to pump himself inside her mechanically and, it seems, as violently as he can, making his jutting hipbones slap Laura’s butt hard.

Laura vainly starts to pray any god available to make him come as fast as possible but it seems that her prayers are not heard, or at least not as fast as she would have liked.

The man doesn’t really fuck her, he actually pounds her inside, succeeding in hitting her cervix many times until he eventually comes after what seems ages.

He leaves Laura gasping for breath and in shock. She’s never been fucked that hard before.

The blonde who is now raped by her third man asks her.

-“That’s more the kind of bastards you get around here. Was he big?”

Laura has to catch her breath before she answers.

-“I don’t know… I think so…”

The blonde sighs.

-“He wasn’t big then. You would have known.”

On Laura’s left, the redhead starts uttering a long wailing sound that quickly transforms into a shout and then into a howl.

-“Stop it you bastard! Stop it you’re tearing meeeeEEEEEEEE!!”

Hearing that, the blond woman says, is a saddened voice, and softly not be heard:

-“Oh yes for sure she’ll be torn… Young, reluctant girls like her are almost always wounded the first time.” 

Laura swallows noisily, still shocked by what her pussy has been through.

-“But why do they come here then? What’s the point in avoiding to have scars on your bum if what you get instead is a… a wounded… vagina? Is it because they don’t know that they risk being wounded?”

The blond woman sighs once more.

-“Oh you know… Sometimes they do know… But, you see, a wound in your vagina doesn’t show as much as scars on your bum…”

Laura doesn’t answer but a voice in her head tells her that, in a horrible sort of way, it makes sense.

Hen the third man enters her and from start he seems as nasty as the second one and much , much bigger.