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The Acts Of Julia Of Brixellum

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PART 18 : AD 2073

In town.

Surreal!

Julia Bersel jumped out of the bus.

“Run! Run!”, Julia and tens of others were hurried through a labyrinth of tunnels by soldiers, fully dressed and armed for combat.

There had been troubles again the previous months. Terrorist attacks. Neither the cause nor the identity of the terrorists had been very clear. The Governments warned the people against attempts to sabotage the referendum on the new religion and to destabilize society in general. Extra security measures were declared.

The new religion had met with more opposition than The Governments had expected. The prospect of a final abolishing of rights and freedoms, which had already been suspended for long, met with a lot of opposition. The critical voices against the project were heard. People were not so eager to let themselves restricted by a religious cover up of a totalitarian state. With the referendum approaching, it looked like it would be tie. The once expected two-third majority was far away. Some powerful people got nervous.

The evening before, for the first time in many years, Julia had heard a terrifying sound : the sound of explosions, the sound of rifle and machinegun salvos, the sound of low flying jet aircraft.

The radio announced a state of emergency and a curfew. Overnight, it was announced that a coup d’état was going on against the institutions of The Governments. People were instructed to stay home. Around noon the next day, news was broadcasted that the coup was over, and the lockdown was lifted, but not the state of emergency or the curfew.

In the afternoon, Julia went to work, but the University was closed by the authorities. She kept dwelling around a while, with others, waiting for an explanation. After a while, police arrived. They ordered them to disperse, since they were violating the ban on gathering, imposed by the state of emergency. As they left the campus, everybody’s identity was registered.

In the evening, a speech by Antonio del Nero, Chairman general of The Governments was broadcasted. Accusations about the responsibility for the coup were vague (actually as vague as the claims of the terrorist attacks from the previous months). But a swift and strong purge of ‘enemies of peace, stability and prosperity’ was announced. The referendum, on the other hand, would go on as scheduled, but state of emergency was prolonged, at least until the day of the referendum, in order to keep peace and serenity during the campaign.

Afterwards, Julia phoned to Martha, her lawyer, to ask if there would be consequences for herself. Martha could not answer the question yet, but warned Julia to be careful. Particularly because from what she had heard, she had heard some people suspected The Governments to have staged the coup ‘against themselves’, in order to gain a pretext for a purge and to set fear, in the hope to win the referendum. Del Nero now could stand up as the savior of stability, and campaign for a yes at the referendum, for the sake of that stability.

Early in the morning, Julia woke up from a violent noise in her apartment. The door of her sleeping room was pushed open, and men in anthracite jump suits, wearing a police belt and a gas mask, and armed with a submachine gun, stormed inside. Julia was rudely dragged out of her bed and she had to face the wall, while her apartment was searched – actually ‘made over’.

Julia got quickly dressed, cuffed and hurriedly drawn out of her apartment block. She was driven to an assembly point nearby, where a large police bus wind blinded windows stood ready. Some thirty people were inside already. Shortly thereafter, the bus drove away. The bus drive ended into a building. One by one, the prisoners had to step out. Their cuffs were released, and then they had to run the gauntlet between soldiers with batons, driving them deeper into the building. The men had to go right, the women left. It was hectic. Soldiers yelled loudly, people cried, screamed. Those who did not advance enough or protested or showed signs of disobedience, were beaten with the batons.

Julia had to run into a long corridor. She tried to avoid to come too close to the soldiers, and to show that she would obey. Suddenly, she heard a machine gun salve from behind. There were cries of pain and terror howling through the corridor. Anxiously, she looked back.

“Run! Filthy terrorist!” a soldier her right arm with his baton. “There is nothing to look at!”

At the end of the corridor stood a queue. Julia joined it. Orders were given to the women further in the row. Along the row stood officers, men and women, in the same uniform as those who had arrested her. They were armed with an electroshock gun. The row advanced.

“Take off your shoes!” Julia was ordered.

Julia obeyed. She lifted her legs one by one and took of her shoes.

“Into the box!” She threw them into a box already full of women’s shoes, along the wall of the corridor.

In the meantime she had already noticed the purpose of the row.

“Strip! Everything!”

The women in front of her were undressing without saying a word.

“Clothes into the box! You won’t need them no more!”

Slowly moving forward with the row, Julia took off her jacket, then her blouse and her skirt and threw them into the box.

“Everything!”

“All right All..”

“Silence!”

The women in front of her had already completely undressed. Julia took off her bra and her panties and disposed them too. Shivering from embarrassment, and from the cold, she followed the shuffling rows of bare naked flesh, closing in to seek protection and a little bodily warmth from each other.

In groups of twenty, they were briefly given a cold shower. After they had dried they were given a T-shirt and a short. Finally, they were held in one of the rooms deep inside the labyrinth. They were not locked up, but they had to sit down against the wall and were not allowed to move. Sleeping bags were distributed.

“Where are we?” one of the captive women whispered.

Julia already had an idea. The showers were next to a changing room. The shirts and the shorts…

“I think we are in a football stadium!”

(to be continued)

Ratcheting up the drama... spellbinding story!
 
Frightening! So many things running through my mind ....

"Antonio del Nero, Chairman general of The Governments" ... connections from Nero and ancient Rome to a totalitarian present?

Echoes of what has happened recently in Turkey?

Thoughts of a film I have seen, the name of which escapes me, set in a South American country, in which a woman is arrested and taken in a similar manner, and ends up naked with others in some kind of arena-like setting and forced to masturbate.

Sinister and dark, Lox .... exciting and stimulating writing!

I remember the name of the film now. It's "Sweet Country".

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Country

Storyline
Anna and Ben are settled in rural Chile in the early 1970's. They are very isolated and their only real friends are two Chilean sisters, Eva and Monica. When Ben is stranded in Santiago on the eve of the military takeover of 1973, Anna is livid...and this is made worse by the fact that Eva, the ex-personal assistant to Allende's wife, has been arrested by the soldiers of the new Pinochet regime and taken into custody where she is emotionally and sexually defiled. She is released, only to be further harassed by one of her arresting officers, Raoul, who poses as her protector but wishes to rape her. Meanwhile, Anna becomes involved with a Canadian journalist named Paul, who is compiling information for an extensive journalistic treatment of the coup. Anna and Ben organize an escape for Eva, over the walls of a convent to the safety of an embassy.
 
I remember the name of the film now. It's "Sweet Country".

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Country

Storyline
Anna and Ben are settled in rural Chile in the early 1970's. They are very isolated and their only real friends are two Chilean sisters, Eva and Monica. When Ben is stranded in Santiago on the eve of the military takeover of 1973, Anna is livid...and this is made worse by the fact that Eva, the ex-personal assistant to Allende's wife, has been arrested by the soldiers of the new Pinochet regime and taken into custody where she is emotionally and sexually defiled. She is released, only to be further harassed by one of her arresting officers, Raoul, who poses as her protector but wishes to rape her. Meanwhile, Anna becomes involved with a Canadian journalist named Paul, who is compiling information for an extensive journalistic treatment of the coup. Anna and Ben organize an escape for Eva, over the walls of a convent to the safety of an embassy.

Found some pics of the scene https://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/3903598/sweet_country_naked_humiliation_scene.html
 
Part 19 : AD 2073.

The stadium.

The stadium was a prison without bars, but the prisoners were well confined to an area under the stands.

Continuously there was noise, voices, shouts, cries, gunshots. Day and night. All the time, new, terrified prisoners came in. Other prisoners were taken away. Some came back, hours or a day later. Some were unhurt, others were terribly mistreated. Some never came back.

When the women were asleep, soldiers or police officers came into the sleeping quarters. The prisoners did hide into their sleeping bags, hoping not to be noticed, because they knew the men came to pick out some random women for a few hours of sexual pleasure.

Food was monotonous :porridge, cold weak coffee, half warm soup. Despite the regular arrival of new prisoners, little news was obtained from the outside. Talking was strictly prohibited. Those who did and were caught, were harshly beaten up, usually together with one or two innocent bystanders. Another sanction was, that the prisoners were tied with their wrists to an overhanging water pipe, having to stand for hours, naked, often on their toe tips. It was very effective for discipline, and for containing the spreading of news and rumours. From the scarce news that entered, Julia concluded than Antonio del Nero had strongly reinforced his personal power after the coup. He became more and more radical, promising to ‘exterminate’ all subversive elements in society, that he wanted to get rid of the false fetishes of liberty, which had brought humanity only harm, and that he became more and more inclined to a religious agenda.

“Julia Bersel!? Julia Bersel! Come with us!”

Julia was dragged through the labyrinth of stairs and corridors, all up. Finally, they arrived in a room with large windows looking over the football field. The space must have been used as a VIP lounge. Julia saw the stands outside crowded with people, apparently prisoners. Along the athletics track stood army vehicles and armed soldiers were taking guard of the prisoners. The most scaring were a few bodies, dangling by a noose to the goal's crossbars.

“Nice view, huh!? This way!”

But the most terrifying was, what she saw next.

“I suppose, you two know each other!”

A naked woman was hanging with her knees bent over a horizontal bar, her ankles tied together. Her arms went under the bar and her wrists were tied to each other above her legs, just under her knees. Julia recognized Martha, her lawyer. Judging from the bruises on her face and her body, she had already been beaten up. There were electrodes and wires attached to several parts of her body. Martha looked terrible. She was breathing heavily, and she hardly seemed to be able to utter a single word.

“Julia Bersel, you must help us!”

“But how, what,…? This is…?”

“This lady has information about the whereabouts of people we are looking for! Unfortunately, she sticks to a sense of professional confidentiality, which would suit her as a lawyer, but which is clearly totally inappropriate in her present situation! She is only hurting herself! Maybe, you can…”

“But I know nothing!”

“….convince her to talk!”

“Me!?”

“Yes, you! Why not! Maybe she trusts you more than she trusts us.”

“Don’t be so…”

“ASK HER!”

“Martha! I… do not like to do this… But, think about yourself. Must you really endure this? I mean…no one is supposed to suffer like this. No one will blame you for having given information, after what you went through… Please!”

But Martha only answered by shaking her head and a murmured, growling ‘Noooo!’.

“She says no!”

“In that case, we’ll make it more convincing!”

Hands grabbed Julia and took off her clothes. Naked, her legs were lifted over the bar, and she got tied to it the same way as Martha. Julia understood what they were planning and tried to resist, cried tried to trample, but there were too many around to restrain her.

Julia immediately underwent the very painful pressure on the backside of her knees, which carried her full body weight on the bar. She tried to right herself up, but that was a vain effort. Her neck and back were stretched out. Just hanging was a physical effort, making her breathing heavy and sweating. The unusual, half upside down position of her head caused a sense of claustrophobia. Anxiously, she wanted to get away from there. With begging eyes, she looked around, but the torturers ignored her fear. She looked at Martha, now in a strange position from her viewpoint – Julia realized it was now her position too! Martha looked at her, shaking her head, softly groaning.

“Maybe Martha is a little bit exhausted from our treatment, but maybe we could make it a shared effort.” Julia saw the torturers come near to her with electrodes and wires.”

“Noooo…!”

“Julia, just ask Martha again to tell us what we want to know!”

*****

After a terrible time of torture, Julia was brought to another, quieter part of the stadium. She could not remember all that had been said during the interrogation. She could barely walk for a few days due to the pain in her knees. She had pain in her back and her neck from having been stretched out. She had a headache and burns from the electroshocks. It still did hurt where they had hit her face.

Julia had no idea what had happened to Martha.

Meanwhile, she had no idea either about what they were planning to do with her. There had been no interrogation on her case, no accusation, nothing.

“Julia Bersel! There are people to see you!”

Julia was brought to an office in the training compound next to the stadium.

There she was awaited by the Dean and the Rector magnificus, who took the word.

“Julia Bersel! I come to tell you that you are removed from the University! Our institution cannot afford to have people in its staff, that are accomplice to terrorism and acts of violence against the people and the state!”

“Wait a minute! I am not yet convicted. I am even not accused of anything!”

“All detainees under the state of emergency, Julia Bersel, are ex officio accused of crimes against peace! The regulations of the state of emergency allow us to remove people suspected of terrorism, from public offices, as a preemptive measure, Julia Bersel! In case the suspicions should turn out to be false, anyone removed from a public office under these regulations, could afterwards turn to court to have their position restored.”

“I understand very well, you guys now got what you wanted, right?”

“Julia Bersel, you all owe to yourself, to your stubbornness, to your stubborn subversion against the institutions! You owe it to your stupid theories about erotic attraction of crucifixion you wanted to prove, theories which are not only completely absurd and pure fantasy, but also offending and subversive, like in your trash paper about that Julia of Brixellum!” the Dean said.

“There we go…!”

“There is no more place for you at the University, Julia Bersel!” the Rector said.

“Tell me, hypocrites! What is the erotic attraction of lowering your pants and bending forward for that dictator Antonio del Nero?”

“Julia Bersel! I even think there is no more place for you in this whole society either!” the Rector said firmly, clearly offended.

“Oh! She still could be useful for one thing!” the Dean said.

(to be continued)
 
Part 19 : AD 2073.

The stadium.

The stadium was a prison without bars, but the prisoners were well confined to an area under the stands.

Continuously there was noise, voices, shouts, cries, gunshots. Day and night. All the time, new, terrified prisoners came in. Other prisoners were taken away. Some came back, hours or a day later. Some were unhurt, others were terribly mistreated. Some never came back.

When the women were asleep, soldiers or police officers came into the sleeping quarters. The prisoners did hide into their sleeping bags, hoping not to be noticed, because they knew the men came to pick out some random women for a few hours of sexual pleasure.

Food was monotonous :porridge, cold weak coffee, half warm soup. Despite the regular arrival of new prisoners, little news was obtained from the outside. Talking was strictly prohibited. Those who did and were caught, were harshly beaten up, usually together with one or two innocent bystanders. Another sanction was, that the prisoners were tied with their wrists to an overhanging water pipe, having to stand for hours, naked, often on their toe tips. It was very effective for discipline, and for containing the spreading of news and rumours. From the scarce news that entered, Julia concluded than Antonio del Nero had strongly reinforced his personal power after the coup. He became more and more radical, promising to ‘exterminate’ all subversive elements in society, that he wanted to get rid of the false fetishes of liberty, which had brought humanity only harm, and that he became more and more inclined to a religious agenda.

“Julia Bersel!? Julia Bersel! Come with us!”

Julia was dragged through the labyrinth of stairs and corridors, all up. Finally, they arrived in a room with large windows looking over the football field. The space must have been used as a VIP lounge. Julia saw the stands outside crowded with people, apparently prisoners. Along the athletics track stood army vehicles and armed soldiers were taking guard of the prisoners. The most scaring were a few bodies, dangling by a noose to the goal's crossbars.

“Nice view, huh!? This way!”

But the most terrifying was, what she saw next.

“I suppose, you two know each other!”

A naked woman was hanging with her knees bent over a horizontal bar, her ankles tied together. Her arms went under the bar and her wrists were tied to each other above her legs, just under her knees. Julia recognized Martha, her lawyer. Judging from the bruises on her face and her body, she had already been beaten up. There were electrodes and wires attached to several parts of her body. Martha looked terrible. She was breathing heavily, and she hardly seemed to be able to utter a single word.

“Julia Bersel, you must help us!”

“But how, what,…? This is…?”

“This lady has information about the whereabouts of people we are looking for! Unfortunately, she sticks to a sense of professional confidentiality, which would suit her as a lawyer, but which is clearly totally inappropriate in her present situation! She is only hurting herself! Maybe, you can…”

“But I know nothing!”

“….convince her to talk!”

“Me!?”

“Yes, you! Why not! Maybe she trusts you more than she trusts us.”

“Don’t be so…”

“ASK HER!”

“Martha! I… do not like to do this… But, think about yourself. Must you really endure this? I mean…no one is supposed to suffer like this. No one will blame you for having given information, after what you went through… Please!”

But Martha only answered by shaking her head and a murmured, growling ‘Noooo!’.

“She says no!”

“In that case, we’ll make it more convincing!”

Hands grabbed Julia and took off her clothes. Naked, her legs were lifted over the bar, and she got tied to it the same way as Martha. Julia understood what they were planning and tried to resist, cried tried to trample, but there were too many around to restrain her.

Julia immediately underwent the very painful pressure on the backside of her knees, which carried her full body weight on the bar. She tried to right herself up, but that was a vain effort. Her neck and back were stretched out. Just hanging was a physical effort, making her breathing heavy and sweating. The unusual, half upside down position of her head caused a sense of claustrophobia. Anxiously, she wanted to get away from there. With begging eyes, she looked around, but the torturers ignored her fear. She looked at Martha, now in a strange position from her viewpoint – Julia realized it was now her position too! Martha looked at her, shaking her head, softly groaning.

“Maybe Martha is a little bit exhausted from our treatment, but maybe we could make it a shared effort.” Julia saw the torturers come near to her with electrodes and wires.”

“Noooo…!”

“Julia, just ask Martha again to tell us what we want to know!”

*****

After a terrible time of torture, Julia was brought to another, quieter part of the stadium. She could not remember all that had been said during the interrogation. She could barely walk for a few days due to the pain in her knees. She had pain in her back and her neck from having been stretched out. She had a headache and burns from the electroshocks. It still did hurt where they had hit her face.

Julia had no idea what had happened to Martha.

Meanwhile, she had no idea either about what they were planning to do with her. There had been no interrogation on her case, no accusation, nothing.

“Julia Bersel! There are people to see you!”

Julia was brought to an office in the training compound next to the stadium.

There she was awaited by the Dean and the Rector magnificus, who took the word.

“Julia Bersel! I come to tell you that you are removed from the University! Our institution cannot afford to have people in its staff, that are accomplice to terrorism and acts of violence against the people and the state!”

“Wait a minute! I am not yet convicted. I am even not accused of anything!”

“All detainees under the state of emergency, Julia Bersel, are ex officio accused of crimes against peace! The regulations of the state of emergency allow us to remove people suspected of terrorism, from public offices, as a preemptive measure, Julia Bersel! In case the suspicions should turn out to be false, anyone removed from a public office under these regulations, could afterwards turn to court to have their position restored.”

“I understand very well, you guys now got what you wanted, right?”

“Julia Bersel, you all owe to yourself, to your stubbornness, to your stubborn subversion against the institutions! You owe it to your stupid theories about erotic attraction of crucifixion you wanted to prove, theories which are not only completely absurd and pure fantasy, but also offending and subversive, like in your trash paper about that Julia of Brixellum!” the Dean said.

“There we go…!”

“There is no more place for you at the University, Julia Bersel!” the Rector said.

“Tell me, hypocrites! What is the erotic attraction of lowering your pants and bending forward for that dictator Antonio del Nero?”

“Julia Bersel! I even think there is no more place for you in this whole society either!” the Rector said firmly, clearly offended.

“Oh! She still could be useful for one thing!” the Dean said.

(to be continued)
Did Julia go to the 'Barb Moore School of Tactful Responses for People Who Have Complete Control Over You'?
 
Did Julia go to the 'Barb Moore School of Tactful Responses for People Who Have Complete Control Over You'?
“Tell me, hypocrites! What is the erotic attraction of lowering your pants and bending forward for that dictator Antonio del Nero?”

Those are fighting words, Julia .... probably not the best thing to have said given the situation! :confused:
Considering Julia has little to lose, and is frustrated as she sees all her ideals squandered, and the Dean and the Rector are in reality not in control either (they have chosen to be puppets on a string), Julia's reaction is very moderate and civilised to my opinion.:D
 
Once again, I must protest your uncomplimentary portrayal of university Deans. Some of us are OK, right Barb? Right?

Another good chapter. I do remember the movie "Missing" and you have captured the essence of it very well. It won an Oscar for the screenplay and got several nominations, including Best Picture and Best Actor (Jack Lemmon, a favorite of mine) and Sissy Spacek for Best Actress.
 
Euh, Windar!:attention: Lox calling!:popcorn:
The more you protest and take it up for the Dean, the more wicked I will make him!:bump2:
:devil:
I am convinced Barb will not object me.:)

Actually, I agree with you. The record of history is that university admins typically fold like a cheap suit against state power.:(:mad:

What? Am I being asked my opinion?

Was that a rhetorical question?
 
PART 20 : AD 2073.

The Stadium.

On the way back to the stadium, Julia wondered if she had not gone too far insulting the Dean and the Rector. Sure, it must have sounded like frustration from her side. She had done it out of frustration and anger, because the Rector and the Dean were squandering ideals she always had fought for. Maybe these had not been the best words to say in the situation. But in fact, she did had nothing to lose. An iron curtain had come down between these people and herself. The Rector and the Dean had chosen sides, the side to serve tyranny. There would be no more place for both her and those two at the University.

Anyway, she would have to look for something else, once she would be released. That would be difficult, because The Governments probably would ban people like her from many jobs, and it was difficult to get out. Africa or Asia were no option, because too unstable and even more women unfriendly than the territory under The Governments was.

Of course IF she would have been released, because she was still ignorant of what The Governments planned to do with her. The venue of new prisoners had lowered, some had effectively been released, but those still inside were threatened by the ex officio accusation of conspiracy against peace.

She should concentrate now on her daily fight against fear, boredom and uncertainty.

On entering the stadium, the two soldiers guarding her, pushed her into a small room.

“Strip! For full body search!”

“What? Again!?”

“Security regulations! Cavity search is mandatory after contact with visitors!”

Julia obeyed. She took off the shirt and the short and got herself searched.

“She looks good, right? Freshly showered for her high visitors! For once she does not smell!!”, one of the soldiers said.

“Did you know she is a university professor?” the other one said. “Or rather, she was a university professor! She became a traitor!”

“Fantastic! I always have dreamed of fucking a university professor!”

“Yeah! A fuck cum laude!”

“Forget it, dunderheads! Get back to primary school where you belong and leave me, will you?”

Julia’s reply was immediately answered by a slap in her face.

“Incredible! A university professor, but how stupid she can be! Apparently she did not attend the ‘school of tactful responses for people who have complete control over you’!” And she got another slap in the face.

“Easy! Do not damage her!”

“You know well, I like fucking those bitches with some bruises in their face and with eyes wet of fear! It gives me an extra kick!” the other soldier said, and he hit Julia again in the face.

“Oh yes! And handcuffed as well! Could be arranged!”

“They say all these women university professors are dull spinsters who never had sex! Maybe we could teach the professor some lectures in the life experiences she is missing!”

“Right! Although I just noticed she is not a virgin anymore! Wrong theory, professor Private?”

“Do you know how they make career? On any university, there are Deans and there is a Rector, the big boss of the institution. Like those two guys she just saw. Well! First they get laid by the Dean, and when he approves, he passes her to the Rector, to confirm her nomination!”

“Shall we play Rector and Dean then? Perhaps she even likes it!?”

“Good idea! I am the Rector and you are the Dean.” Said the one soldiers, who had in the meantime grabbed Julia’s breasts from behind her back.

“Why are you the Rector?”

“Because I am a private first class and you are a private! But never mind, go ahead! Theory lessons are over! Time for practice!”

“All right then!” said the other, standing in front of Julia, “now, professor, spread your legs for the Dean!”

Instead, Julia kicked ‘the Dean’ in his balls as hard as she could.

Julia’s kicking of ‘the Dean’s ‘ balls, she got violently punched in her stomach by her victim. She fell on ground, and ‘the Rector’ kicked in her face with his left boot.

“All right what is going on!?”

“She resisted a body search, Sergeant!”

The sergeant looked around, noticed ‘the Dean’ still bending forward by pain and gasping to air. He could not suppress a laughter.

“I can imagine what probe you two were planning to use! Now listen! Do not take her on too hard! She is needed elsewhere soon, and she must look intact, understand!?”

“Yes Sergeant!”

“AOK! Get her up! Carry on...” again he looked mockingly at ‘the Dean’ “as far as your tool is still in working order!”

“Funny! Very funny!”

Then you tie her standing to a post for six hours, to teach her some obedience!”

“Yes Sir! Up you! Bend forward on the table! And no more jokes, understand!?”

****

It would be Julia’s most terrible day in the stadium. After ‘the Rector’ and ‘the Dean’ had finished with her, she was tied naked to a post, outside, on the stands, in the view of thousands of men who had seen no more woman since weeks. Six long hours, she stood in the open, still suffering from her mistreatment, attached to the stake by ropes under her armpits, around her waist and around her ankles. The worst was, ‘the Rector’ and ‘the Dean’, had also attached a rope around her neck, preventing her to lower her head, and trying to get a sleep, how brief that would be.

****

“Julia Bersel!”

Julia stood up.

“Undress! Under the shower!”

When she had showered, she was awaited by two women. A hairdresser and a beautician. Her hair was made and the beautician made her face up, not only to camouflage the bruises, but also to give her a thorough treatment.

Then, she was ordered to dress up in decent clothes : underwear, a blouse, a jacket, a skirt, silk stockings, high heeled shoes. When she was dressed, she looked in the mirror. She hardly recognized herself. The weeks in the stadium had made her a stranger to whom she had been.

“Am I going to court?” she asked.

“No! You are going out! You are invited to an event!”

“An event?”

“Here is your invitation!”

Julia looked at it, surprised. It was an invitation for the official reopening of the University.

(to be continued)
 
PART 20 : AD 2073.

The Stadium.

On the way back to the stadium, Julia wondered if she had not gone too far insulting the Dean and the Rector. Sure, it must have sounded like frustration from her side. She had done it out of frustration and anger, because the Rector and the Dean were squandering ideals she always had fought for. Maybe these had not been the best words to say in the situation. But in fact, she did had nothing to lose. An iron curtain had come down between these people and herself. The Rector and the Dean had chosen sides, the side to serve tyranny. There would be no more place for both her and those two at the University.

Anyway, she would have to look for something else, once she would be released. That would be difficult, because The Governments probably would ban people like her from many jobs, and it was difficult to get out. Africa or Asia were no option, because too unstable and even more women unfriendly than the territory under The Governments was.

Of course IF she would have been released, because she was still ignorant of what The Governments planned to do with her. The venue of new prisoners had lowered, some had effectively been released, but those still inside were threatened by the ex officio accusation of conspiracy against peace.

She should concentrate now on her daily fight against fear, boredom and uncertainty.

On entering the stadium, the two soldiers guarding her, pushed her into a small room.

“Strip! For full body search!”

“What? Again!?”

“Security regulations! Cavity search is mandatory after contact with visitors!”

Julia obeyed. She took off the shirt and the short and got herself searched.

“She looks good, right? Freshly showered for her high visitors! For once she does not smell!!”, one of the soldiers said.

“Did you know she is a university professor?” the other one said. “Or rather, she was a university professor! She became a traitor!”

“Fantastic! I always have dreamed of fucking a university professor!”

“Yeah! A fuck cum laude!”

“Forget it, dunderheads! Get back to primary school where you belong and leave me, will you?”

Julia’s reply was immediately answered by a slap in her face.

“Incredible! A university professor, but how stupid she can be! Apparently she did not attend the ‘school of tactful responses for people who have complete control over you’!” And she got another slap in the face.

“Easy! Do not damage her!”

“You know well, I like fucking those bitches with some bruises in their face and with eyes wet of fear! It gives me an extra kick!” the other soldier said, and he hit Julia again in the face.

“Oh yes! And handcuffed as well! Could be arranged!”

“They say all these women university professors are dull spinsters who never had sex! Maybe we could teach the professor some lectures in the life experiences she is missing!”

“Right! Although I just noticed she is not a virgin anymore! Wrong theory, professor Private?”

“Do you know how they make career? On any university, there are Deans and there is a Rector, the big boss of the institution. Like those two guys she just saw. Well! First they get laid by the Dean, and when he approves, he passes her to the Rector, to confirm her nomination!”

“Shall we play Rector and Dean then? Perhaps she even likes it!?”

“Good idea! I am the Rector and you are the Dean.” Said the one soldiers, who had in the meantime grabbed Julia’s breasts from behind her back.

“Why are you the Rector?”

“Because I am a private first class and you are a private! But never mind, go ahead! Theory lessons are over! Time for practice!”

“All right then!” said the other, standing in front of Julia, “now, professor, spread your legs for the Dean!”

Instead, Julia kicked ‘the Dean’ in his balls as hard as she could.

Julia’s kicking of ‘the Dean’s ‘ balls, she got violently punched in her stomach by her victim. She fell on ground, and ‘the Rector’ kicked in her face with his left boot.

“All right what is going on!?”

“She resisted a body search, Sergeant!”

The sergeant looked around, noticed ‘the Dean’ still bending forward by pain and gasping to air. He could not suppress a laughter.

“I can imagine what probe you two were planning to use! Now listen! Do not take her on too hard! She is needed elsewhere soon, and she must look intact, understand!?”

“Yes Sergeant!”

“AOK! Get her up! Carry on...” again he looked mockingly at ‘the Dean’ “as far as your tool is still in working order!”

“Funny! Very funny!”

Then you tie her standing to a post for six hours, to teach her some obedience!”

“Yes Sir! Up you! Bend forward on the table! And no more jokes, understand!?”

****

It would be Julia’s most terrible day in the stadium. After ‘the Rector’ and ‘the Dean’ had finished with her, she was tied naked to a post, outside, on the stands, in the view of thousands of men who had seen no more woman since weeks. Six long hours, she stood in the open, still suffering from her mistreatment, attached to the stake by ropes under her armpits, around her waist and around her ankles. The worst was, ‘the Rector’ and ‘the Dean’, had also attached a rope around her neck, preventing her to lower her head, and trying to get a sleep, how brief that would be.

****

“Julia Bersel!”

Julia stood up.

“Undress! Under the shower!”

When she had showered, she was awaited by two women. A hairdresser and a beautician. Her hair was made and the beautician made her face up, not only to camouflage the bruises, but also to give her a thorough treatment.

Then, she was ordered to dress up in decent clothes : underwear, a blouse, a jacket, a skirt, silk stockings, high heeled shoes. When she was dressed, she looked in the mirror. She hardly recognized herself. The weeks in the stadium had made her a stranger to whom she had been.

“Am I going to court?” she asked.

“No! You are going out! You are invited to an event!”

“An event?”

“Here is your invitation!”

Julia looked at it, surprised. It was an invitation for the official reopening of the University.

(to be continued)
While this looks good I smell something in the air that is not! I obviously enjoyed the 'school of tactful response' line!!!
 
For the time being, the peers of the Board of Peers, and the Dean, had to tolerate Julia as a full scale staff member of the University.
Well, they won't like that very much, will they? I mean, they almost had her crucified, which would have saved a lot on the personnel budget. They might be able to replace her with two young female slaves sessional lecturers at less cost.
She got away with this one.

The next will be more audacious and controversial.

Julia, you can't keep escaping danger; the question is how and when, not if, the punishment begins.
I don't even know where she is anymore.:confused::oops: Is there a signpost? Maybe she's on a desert island after that shipwreck.:rolleyes::doh:
 
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