windar
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I don't trust them and I have never been there!!!
My goodness, if you can't trust law enforcement, who can you trust?
Well, let's see if the women fulfill their part of the bargain and if so, what happens.
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My goodness, if you can't trust law enforcement, who can you trust?
Well, let's see if the women fulfill their part of the bargain and if so, what happens.
windar
Teller of Tales
Professor Gelden looked disgusted but resigned. “You want me to suck you off right here, in front of everyone?”
“Yes, Susan, and I want your students to pay close attention. I’m sure a woman your age can give some valuable tips to these less experienced girls on how to please a man. Now my cock is impatient, so get on your knees and get to work.” Susan knelt down in front of the sergeant and unbuckled his belt. The Trabbian cop watched her closely, a big smirk on his face. Next, the professor unbuttoned the pants of his uniform, opened the fly and pulled the trousers down, letting them fall to his ankles. Then, she worked his underpants over his hips and slid them down as well so that she had unfettered access to his cock. Priya was interested to see that it was semi-erect.
“What do you think, Susan?” the policeman asked, grinning down at her. “How does it compare with your American boyfriends?”
“It’s nice,” Professor Gelden murmured. Priya doubted Susan really felt that way. More likely, she was revolted. Priya’s stomach churned at the thought that soon she herself would have to perform the same act on the other male cop. She watched as Susan reached her hand up to grasp the shaft and lift the organ to her face, then saw Susan extend her tongue, sliding it up and down along the underside of the shaft.
“That feels very good, Susan,” the sergeant said, with a huge grin on his face. His cock was now fully erect, standing up straight and hard. “Now take it into your mouth,” he ordered. Susan slipped the head past her lips. “I hope you girls are observing carefully,” the sergeant said. “You might be tested on this later. Take it in deep now, Susan.” Having little choice but to follow his instructions the professor took the full cock into her mouth and began bobbing up and down. After a few moments of that, she let it out of her mouth and returned to licking the sensitive underside. “You are obviously very experienced at this, Susan,” said the Trabbian officer with an urgent strain in his voice. “You have much to teach your students.”
Priya was disgusted that her favorite teacher was being forced to sick off this vile Trabbian cop. She knew she would be forced to do the same to the other male cop and she wondered how she would be able to stand it. Yet she also found it fascinating how expert Professor Gelden was at giving pleasure. She imagined how it would feel if Susan were pleasuring her with her tongue the way she was doing with the cop.
Susan continued alternately sucking the penis inside her mouth and licking the underside of the shaft. The sergeant’s face contorted into a grimace. “Susan, I am very close to coming now,” he said. “You will of course swallow every drop and tell me how delicious it was, won’t you Susan?” The professor nodded as she continued working. Very soon, the sergeant groaned and pressed himself deep into Susan’s face as he shot his juice into her mouth. He rested inside her for a few moments before withdrawing his spent penis. “Have you swallowed it all?” he asked.
Susan made a swallowing motion. “Open your mouth and show us,” he insisted. She complied and it was clear that the task had been accomplished. “Very good,” he continued, “How did it taste?”
“Delicious,” replied Susan, though the look on her face wouldn’t have convinced even the most gullible.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” the sergeant said with a mocking grin on his face. “But I don’t think it’s fair that I have such a good time while my colleagues get no release from their stress. I am sure that, being dykes, Jennifer and Sarah would know many ways to satisfy these female officers.” He said something in Trabbian to the two women who both removed their shoes, socks, pants and underpants and lay down side-by-side on 2 towels on the sand. Pointing at Jen and Sarah, he said, “Each of you pick one and get to work. Otherwise, you will not sit comfortably for many months.” The two lesbian students looked at each other in disgust, but horrified by the prospect of suffering on the caning stand, Sarah reluctantly knelt between the legs of one officer, while Jennifer did the same with the other. They lowered their mouths onto the crotches of the officers and began licking.
“And of course,” the sergeant continued, “Poor Garan, here shouldn’t have to go without. Priya do you have a boyfriend? Do you like to suck him off?”
“No,” the mortified girl sobbed. “I don’t have much experience”.
“Don’t worry, dear,” he told her. “You have observed Susan’s excellent performance, so I am confident you can do well if you make a real effort. Susan, I suggest you sit next to Priya and guide her, since you surely know that her failure to do a very good job will have serious consequences for all of you.”
Susan moved over to beside Officer Garan. “Priya, it won’t be so bad. I will be right here to guide you. Come on, you have to do this, so let’s get it over with.” Priya was horrified and scared, but she knew that she had no choice. Besides, how could she let down her professor and friends? So she wiped her tears on her arm and came over to kneel in front of the cop, who rested his hand on her shoulder. She could see the bulge in his crotch. Trying not to think too much about the ordeal ahead, Priya began undoing the officer’s belt. Her fingers were fumbling, but eventually she got the buckle open.
“Now unzip his fly and lower his pants,” Susan suggested. Priya did so. The bulge looked even more prominent now that it was covered only by Garan’s underwear. Priya uttered a silent prayer that he wouldn’t be as big as he appeared. “Now take his underwear down.” Priya reached her hands up to the waistband feeling the man’s slightly damp skin. She worked the elasticized garment down over his hips. As she lowered it, his penis popped out, swollen and sticking straight out at her, the veins prominent along the shaft. She stared at it in horror, noticing the drop of liquid seeping out of the hole at the top.
“It is large, is it not?” the sergeant asked, rhetorically. “Garan is quite famous on the force for his endowments.” Priya could see Garan grinning, as he obviously understood the gist of what his sergeant had said.
“Now, Priya, take hold of the shaft,” Professor Gelden advised, as though she were leading a seminar. Priya reached out her trembling hand to encircle the base of the shaft. It was warm and very hard to the touch. She felt it throbbing against her fingers. “Now lick around the head,” the professor advised. Priya slowly lowered her mouth over the tip and began caressing it with her tongue. It tasted salty and somewhat rancid. Priya hoped she wouldn’t throw up, as she was sure that wouldn’t help their efforts to avoid being caned. Priya licked around the head and along the swollen shaft, which seemed, impossibly, to engorge even more under the delightful pressure of the girl’s tongue. “That’s very good, Priya,” Susan encouraged, “He is enjoying that.” Officer Garan’s contented sighs confirmed the professor’s assessment.
“Now take the head into your mouth,” Susan instructed. Ever the good student, Priya let her jaw drop and slid the tip of the bulging cock into her oral cavity. Though unfamiliar, the sensation of the hot, fleshy organ in her mouth was not unpleasant. So, she let it slide in a bit further. Priya’s efforts were rewarded with a groan of pleasure from the officer. And, though she couldn’t see them, Priya could hear that at least one of her lesbian classmates was also having her efforts rewarded. Loud moaning and panting, much like the young students in their agony under the cane, was coming from where Jen and Sarah were servicing the two female officers, soon followed by a woman yelling something that must have been Trabbian for, “Oh, God”.
Meanwhile, Priya was giving it her gallant, if inexperienced best, taking as much of Garan’s huge cock as she could into her mouth, whilst holding the base in her hand. Susan gave her helpful coaching. “Lick up and down the underside, dear; men are very sensitive there.” She let the penis slip out of her mouth and stuck her tongue out, letting it slide along the ridge from the frenulum at the tip right down to Garan’s swollen balls and then back again. “That’s a good girl. He likes that,” Susan announced. The cop groaned his agreement. “Swirl your tongue around the head, too.” Priya did her best to follow instructions.
“Now take it back inside and try to keep your tongue going as you move your lips up and down the shaft,” Susan instructed. It was a lot for someone as inexperienced as Priya to do at once, especially on such a massive organ, but Priya knew that their butts were on the line, so she gave it her best efforts. She imagined she was doing an adequate job, because Garan was breathing heavily and thrusting his hips forward to go as far as he could down Priya’s throat. “Now, Priya, he’s going to come soon. Keep your tongue moving and don’t stop until he’s finished shooting,” Susan instructed. The student did her best to comply with the professor.
Susan’s sense of timing was good, because about 15 seconds later the officer groaned loudly and grabbed Priya's shoulder tightly and Priya felt the first gush of warm liquid in her mouth. “Keep going dear, let him shoot it all in your mouth” the professor urged. Priya felt spurt after spurt of hot juice hit her tongue. She wondered if the flow of liquid, which tasted much like the heavily-chlorinated water in the college swimming pool would ever stop. The poor girl did her best to capture the massive load in her mouth, but some of it dribbled down her chin, and onto her breasts. Eventually, after several huge squirts, the flow ebbed and Garan relaxed his grip on her shoulder.
Susan congratulated her student. “You did very well, sweetie. Now let him out of your mouth, but keep his semen inside. Please, Priya, you must, for all of our sakes.” Priya’s hand let go of the officer’s penis, now slowly shrinking, and she pulled her head back, letting the cock slip out of her mouth; leaving its viscous secretion behind. Susan put her hand on Priya’s naked shoulder and told her, “I know this will be difficult dear, but you must swallow everything in your mouth. We’re all depending on you to save our asses, literally.” Priya bravely nodded and swallowed, feeling like she might throw up, but in the end she managed to keep it down. “Open your mouth and show him that it’s gone,” Susan instructed. Priya complied. The cop stared down at her, with a huge contented grin on his face.
“Make sure she doesn’t waste any,” the sergeant told Susan.
“Now, sweetie, you have to use your finger to scoop the rest off your chest and then lick your fingers clean,” Susan urged. Following her professor’s guidance, Priya managed to get the remainder of Garan’s huge load down. Her job done, Priya turned to see how her lesbian classmates were faring. It was obviously the cop Jennifer had worked on who had reached her loud orgasm earlier, because Jen was sitting up, watching her lover Sarah work very hard on the other officer. Sarah was sliding three fingers in and out of the policewoman’s cunt and nipping her clit. The efforts finally paid off as the officer put her feet on the floor and began rapidly thrusting her pelvis at Sarah’s mouth, panting, until she went rigid at the peak of pleasure, then slowly lowered her butt to the ground.
Seeing that all of his countrymen had reached their orgasms, the sergeant told the Americans, “You all did quite well. I do think that Priya, being a novice, could use a bit more practice, and fortunately I am once again hard. Why don’t you and Susan share the duties this time?” Hoping valiantly that this would bring their ordeal to the end, Susan and Priya took turns bobbing up and down on his cock. When he felt the orgasm coming, he was in Susan’s mouth, but he pulled out and went quickly into Priya’s so that she could have more practice swallowing. This time, since she was working on someone who had already come once, the volume was considerably reduced, and she was able to swallow it all quite easily.
All the Trabbians now being satisfied, they began dressing as the Americans sat stunned on the sand. Priya was shocked at what she had done. She had never imagined herself giving blowjobs to men she hadn’t known an hour before. She had barely even imagined giving one to a boyfriend. Yet, with the professor’s help, she had gotten through the ordeal and, judging by the contented look on the men’s faces, even done a pretty good job. Her admiration for Susan, for her strength in such a difficult situation only increased.
Finally, Susan stood up and walked over to the sergeant, and looked straight in his eyes. “We have done everything you demanded. We have, degraded ourselves and sucked all of you off. Now, if you have any decency and honor, you will let us go back to camp and no one will ever speak of what happened today.”
He replied, “Yes, each of you go and wash yourselves off in the river and you can go.” Priya was glad to wash the policemen’s disgusting semen off her body and emerged feeling physically refreshed, though mentally distressed at what she had been forced to do. But at least she wouldn’t have to face the horrors of being caned. The Americans dried themselves off with their towels and put their sandals on so they could walk back up the trail to the camp. As they were about to leave the clearing, the sergeant’s cell phone rang and the women could hear him having an animated conversation in Trabbian. After he hung up, he spoke to the other cops. Then he turned to the Americans and addressed them, “Dear honored foreign guests, my sincerest apologies. Unfortunately, it seems that your theft of the beers from the camp was noticed by one of the kitchen staff and reported. Now I am afraid the matter can no longer be handled unofficially. You are all under arrest.”
“What?” screamed Sarah, “This is fucking ridiculous. I licked the filthy cunt of that cop for nothing?” She lunged towards the sergeant, her hands balled up in fists. Quickly Susan grabbed her.
“Sarah, don’t, you’ll just get in a whole lot more trouble if you hit him.”
“That is very wise of you professor,” the sergeant said. “I am sure we will be able to straighten this all out down at the station. I apologize, for the inconvenience.” He snapped his fingers and, before the stunned Americans could react, the officers had all of their hands cuffed behind their backs and were escorting them through the forest on a different trail than the one they had taken to the river. After a short walk, they came out to a road where a police van was parked. One of the female officers opened the rear door and motioned for the women to climb in and they drove off through the jungle towards the nearby town.
END OF CHAPTER 3 THINGS LOOK BAD FOR OUR HEROINES. SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN CHAPTER 4
“Yes, Susan, and I want your students to pay close attention. I’m sure a woman your age can give some valuable tips to these less experienced girls on how to please a man. Now my cock is impatient, so get on your knees and get to work.” Susan knelt down in front of the sergeant and unbuckled his belt. The Trabbian cop watched her closely, a big smirk on his face. Next, the professor unbuttoned the pants of his uniform, opened the fly and pulled the trousers down, letting them fall to his ankles. Then, she worked his underpants over his hips and slid them down as well so that she had unfettered access to his cock. Priya was interested to see that it was semi-erect.
“What do you think, Susan?” the policeman asked, grinning down at her. “How does it compare with your American boyfriends?”
“It’s nice,” Professor Gelden murmured. Priya doubted Susan really felt that way. More likely, she was revolted. Priya’s stomach churned at the thought that soon she herself would have to perform the same act on the other male cop. She watched as Susan reached her hand up to grasp the shaft and lift the organ to her face, then saw Susan extend her tongue, sliding it up and down along the underside of the shaft.
“That feels very good, Susan,” the sergeant said, with a huge grin on his face. His cock was now fully erect, standing up straight and hard. “Now take it into your mouth,” he ordered. Susan slipped the head past her lips. “I hope you girls are observing carefully,” the sergeant said. “You might be tested on this later. Take it in deep now, Susan.” Having little choice but to follow his instructions the professor took the full cock into her mouth and began bobbing up and down. After a few moments of that, she let it out of her mouth and returned to licking the sensitive underside. “You are obviously very experienced at this, Susan,” said the Trabbian officer with an urgent strain in his voice. “You have much to teach your students.”
Priya was disgusted that her favorite teacher was being forced to sick off this vile Trabbian cop. She knew she would be forced to do the same to the other male cop and she wondered how she would be able to stand it. Yet she also found it fascinating how expert Professor Gelden was at giving pleasure. She imagined how it would feel if Susan were pleasuring her with her tongue the way she was doing with the cop.
Susan continued alternately sucking the penis inside her mouth and licking the underside of the shaft. The sergeant’s face contorted into a grimace. “Susan, I am very close to coming now,” he said. “You will of course swallow every drop and tell me how delicious it was, won’t you Susan?” The professor nodded as she continued working. Very soon, the sergeant groaned and pressed himself deep into Susan’s face as he shot his juice into her mouth. He rested inside her for a few moments before withdrawing his spent penis. “Have you swallowed it all?” he asked.
Susan made a swallowing motion. “Open your mouth and show us,” he insisted. She complied and it was clear that the task had been accomplished. “Very good,” he continued, “How did it taste?”
“Delicious,” replied Susan, though the look on her face wouldn’t have convinced even the most gullible.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” the sergeant said with a mocking grin on his face. “But I don’t think it’s fair that I have such a good time while my colleagues get no release from their stress. I am sure that, being dykes, Jennifer and Sarah would know many ways to satisfy these female officers.” He said something in Trabbian to the two women who both removed their shoes, socks, pants and underpants and lay down side-by-side on 2 towels on the sand. Pointing at Jen and Sarah, he said, “Each of you pick one and get to work. Otherwise, you will not sit comfortably for many months.” The two lesbian students looked at each other in disgust, but horrified by the prospect of suffering on the caning stand, Sarah reluctantly knelt between the legs of one officer, while Jennifer did the same with the other. They lowered their mouths onto the crotches of the officers and began licking.
“And of course,” the sergeant continued, “Poor Garan, here shouldn’t have to go without. Priya do you have a boyfriend? Do you like to suck him off?”
“No,” the mortified girl sobbed. “I don’t have much experience”.
“Don’t worry, dear,” he told her. “You have observed Susan’s excellent performance, so I am confident you can do well if you make a real effort. Susan, I suggest you sit next to Priya and guide her, since you surely know that her failure to do a very good job will have serious consequences for all of you.”
Susan moved over to beside Officer Garan. “Priya, it won’t be so bad. I will be right here to guide you. Come on, you have to do this, so let’s get it over with.” Priya was horrified and scared, but she knew that she had no choice. Besides, how could she let down her professor and friends? So she wiped her tears on her arm and came over to kneel in front of the cop, who rested his hand on her shoulder. She could see the bulge in his crotch. Trying not to think too much about the ordeal ahead, Priya began undoing the officer’s belt. Her fingers were fumbling, but eventually she got the buckle open.
“Now unzip his fly and lower his pants,” Susan suggested. Priya did so. The bulge looked even more prominent now that it was covered only by Garan’s underwear. Priya uttered a silent prayer that he wouldn’t be as big as he appeared. “Now take his underwear down.” Priya reached her hands up to the waistband feeling the man’s slightly damp skin. She worked the elasticized garment down over his hips. As she lowered it, his penis popped out, swollen and sticking straight out at her, the veins prominent along the shaft. She stared at it in horror, noticing the drop of liquid seeping out of the hole at the top.
“It is large, is it not?” the sergeant asked, rhetorically. “Garan is quite famous on the force for his endowments.” Priya could see Garan grinning, as he obviously understood the gist of what his sergeant had said.
“Now, Priya, take hold of the shaft,” Professor Gelden advised, as though she were leading a seminar. Priya reached out her trembling hand to encircle the base of the shaft. It was warm and very hard to the touch. She felt it throbbing against her fingers. “Now lick around the head,” the professor advised. Priya slowly lowered her mouth over the tip and began caressing it with her tongue. It tasted salty and somewhat rancid. Priya hoped she wouldn’t throw up, as she was sure that wouldn’t help their efforts to avoid being caned. Priya licked around the head and along the swollen shaft, which seemed, impossibly, to engorge even more under the delightful pressure of the girl’s tongue. “That’s very good, Priya,” Susan encouraged, “He is enjoying that.” Officer Garan’s contented sighs confirmed the professor’s assessment.
“Now take the head into your mouth,” Susan instructed. Ever the good student, Priya let her jaw drop and slid the tip of the bulging cock into her oral cavity. Though unfamiliar, the sensation of the hot, fleshy organ in her mouth was not unpleasant. So, she let it slide in a bit further. Priya’s efforts were rewarded with a groan of pleasure from the officer. And, though she couldn’t see them, Priya could hear that at least one of her lesbian classmates was also having her efforts rewarded. Loud moaning and panting, much like the young students in their agony under the cane, was coming from where Jen and Sarah were servicing the two female officers, soon followed by a woman yelling something that must have been Trabbian for, “Oh, God”.
Meanwhile, Priya was giving it her gallant, if inexperienced best, taking as much of Garan’s huge cock as she could into her mouth, whilst holding the base in her hand. Susan gave her helpful coaching. “Lick up and down the underside, dear; men are very sensitive there.” She let the penis slip out of her mouth and stuck her tongue out, letting it slide along the ridge from the frenulum at the tip right down to Garan’s swollen balls and then back again. “That’s a good girl. He likes that,” Susan announced. The cop groaned his agreement. “Swirl your tongue around the head, too.” Priya did her best to follow instructions.
“Now take it back inside and try to keep your tongue going as you move your lips up and down the shaft,” Susan instructed. It was a lot for someone as inexperienced as Priya to do at once, especially on such a massive organ, but Priya knew that their butts were on the line, so she gave it her best efforts. She imagined she was doing an adequate job, because Garan was breathing heavily and thrusting his hips forward to go as far as he could down Priya’s throat. “Now, Priya, he’s going to come soon. Keep your tongue moving and don’t stop until he’s finished shooting,” Susan instructed. The student did her best to comply with the professor.
Susan’s sense of timing was good, because about 15 seconds later the officer groaned loudly and grabbed Priya's shoulder tightly and Priya felt the first gush of warm liquid in her mouth. “Keep going dear, let him shoot it all in your mouth” the professor urged. Priya felt spurt after spurt of hot juice hit her tongue. She wondered if the flow of liquid, which tasted much like the heavily-chlorinated water in the college swimming pool would ever stop. The poor girl did her best to capture the massive load in her mouth, but some of it dribbled down her chin, and onto her breasts. Eventually, after several huge squirts, the flow ebbed and Garan relaxed his grip on her shoulder.
Susan congratulated her student. “You did very well, sweetie. Now let him out of your mouth, but keep his semen inside. Please, Priya, you must, for all of our sakes.” Priya’s hand let go of the officer’s penis, now slowly shrinking, and she pulled her head back, letting the cock slip out of her mouth; leaving its viscous secretion behind. Susan put her hand on Priya’s naked shoulder and told her, “I know this will be difficult dear, but you must swallow everything in your mouth. We’re all depending on you to save our asses, literally.” Priya bravely nodded and swallowed, feeling like she might throw up, but in the end she managed to keep it down. “Open your mouth and show him that it’s gone,” Susan instructed. Priya complied. The cop stared down at her, with a huge contented grin on his face.
“Make sure she doesn’t waste any,” the sergeant told Susan.
“Now, sweetie, you have to use your finger to scoop the rest off your chest and then lick your fingers clean,” Susan urged. Following her professor’s guidance, Priya managed to get the remainder of Garan’s huge load down. Her job done, Priya turned to see how her lesbian classmates were faring. It was obviously the cop Jennifer had worked on who had reached her loud orgasm earlier, because Jen was sitting up, watching her lover Sarah work very hard on the other officer. Sarah was sliding three fingers in and out of the policewoman’s cunt and nipping her clit. The efforts finally paid off as the officer put her feet on the floor and began rapidly thrusting her pelvis at Sarah’s mouth, panting, until she went rigid at the peak of pleasure, then slowly lowered her butt to the ground.
Seeing that all of his countrymen had reached their orgasms, the sergeant told the Americans, “You all did quite well. I do think that Priya, being a novice, could use a bit more practice, and fortunately I am once again hard. Why don’t you and Susan share the duties this time?” Hoping valiantly that this would bring their ordeal to the end, Susan and Priya took turns bobbing up and down on his cock. When he felt the orgasm coming, he was in Susan’s mouth, but he pulled out and went quickly into Priya’s so that she could have more practice swallowing. This time, since she was working on someone who had already come once, the volume was considerably reduced, and she was able to swallow it all quite easily.
All the Trabbians now being satisfied, they began dressing as the Americans sat stunned on the sand. Priya was shocked at what she had done. She had never imagined herself giving blowjobs to men she hadn’t known an hour before. She had barely even imagined giving one to a boyfriend. Yet, with the professor’s help, she had gotten through the ordeal and, judging by the contented look on the men’s faces, even done a pretty good job. Her admiration for Susan, for her strength in such a difficult situation only increased.
Finally, Susan stood up and walked over to the sergeant, and looked straight in his eyes. “We have done everything you demanded. We have, degraded ourselves and sucked all of you off. Now, if you have any decency and honor, you will let us go back to camp and no one will ever speak of what happened today.”
He replied, “Yes, each of you go and wash yourselves off in the river and you can go.” Priya was glad to wash the policemen’s disgusting semen off her body and emerged feeling physically refreshed, though mentally distressed at what she had been forced to do. But at least she wouldn’t have to face the horrors of being caned. The Americans dried themselves off with their towels and put their sandals on so they could walk back up the trail to the camp. As they were about to leave the clearing, the sergeant’s cell phone rang and the women could hear him having an animated conversation in Trabbian. After he hung up, he spoke to the other cops. Then he turned to the Americans and addressed them, “Dear honored foreign guests, my sincerest apologies. Unfortunately, it seems that your theft of the beers from the camp was noticed by one of the kitchen staff and reported. Now I am afraid the matter can no longer be handled unofficially. You are all under arrest.”
“What?” screamed Sarah, “This is fucking ridiculous. I licked the filthy cunt of that cop for nothing?” She lunged towards the sergeant, her hands balled up in fists. Quickly Susan grabbed her.
“Sarah, don’t, you’ll just get in a whole lot more trouble if you hit him.”
“That is very wise of you professor,” the sergeant said. “I am sure we will be able to straighten this all out down at the station. I apologize, for the inconvenience.” He snapped his fingers and, before the stunned Americans could react, the officers had all of their hands cuffed behind their backs and were escorting them through the forest on a different trail than the one they had taken to the river. After a short walk, they came out to a road where a police van was parked. One of the female officers opened the rear door and motioned for the women to climb in and they drove off through the jungle towards the nearby town.
END OF CHAPTER 3 THINGS LOOK BAD FOR OUR HEROINES. SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN CHAPTER 4
windar
Teller of Tales
CHAPTER 4- IN TRABBIA, IT''S GOOD TO HAVE A GOOD LAWYER
The drive to the town of Mongha took only about 10 minutes. The American women rode in silence, too stunned to speak. The van pulled around the back of the police station, where the officers escorted them inside and down a hallway to a conference room with a table and a number of chairs. The officers removed the handcuffs and the sergeant told the women to sit down. Then they left, locking the door, leaving the students and Professor Gelden alone.
As soon as the door closed, Susan took charge. “The first thing we need to do is find out if we are entitled to a lawyer here. They may not have the same idea of rights as we do, but I think we need to find out. And I don’t think we should say a word until we have spoken with our lawyer, because I am sure they will use anything we say against us. Is everyone agreed?” The students all nodded their assent. Priya was glad her professor was such a smart woman.
A few minutes later, they heard a key turning in the door and 2 men wearing civilian clothes walked in. One appeared to be around 40, though age was often hard to tell with Trabbians, while the other was somewhat younger. The younger one spoke first, “I am Baran, from the prosecutor’s office and this is Detective Puno. We would like to discuss your situation with you.
The students looked at Professor Gelden, deferring to her to be their spokesperson. “Do we have a right in your country to have an attorney present during questioning to represent us?”
Baran smiled, “Of course, Dr. Gelden, we are a modern, civilized country, just like yours. We will be happy to provide a local attorney to represent you. There is an excellent defense attorney named Sata whose office is close by. We will of course defer any discussion of your case until you have had a chance to speak with her. While you are waiting for her, would you like some tea? Perhaps some biscuits as well?”
“Yes,” Susan replied, “That would be nice. We’d also like some clothes; it’s a bit strange sitting here in our bathing suits.” Priya was cheered that these police seemed much nicer than the ones who had arrested them.
“I will be back shortly,” Baran assured them, and he did indeed return a few minutes later with a tray containing 4 glasses of very strong tea and a plate of very nice looking cookies, along with jail-issue T shirts and shorts for each of the women. “Please enjoy, ladies, I am sure Sata will be here very soon.”
The women slid the shirts and shorts over their bathing suits and had their tea and cookies. Shortly, there was a knock at the door and the detective got up to open it, admitting a very attractive woman with long black hair, dressed in a flowered sun dress and sandals, carrying a briefcase. Baran rose to greet her. She shook his hand and then introduced herself to each of the American women. Once the preliminaries were over, she told the prosecutor that she needed to discuss with her clients. He and the detective excused themselves.
Sata had the women tell their story from the beginning-the invitation issued to Susan, the work at the archaeological site, their visit to the Punishment Center and the details of their ill-fated escapade. She took a few pages worth of notes and stopped frequently to ask questions. Her demeanor suggested she was a capable and diligent attorney, very familiar with the local laws and ways of doing business. Once she was clear on everything that had occurred, she said, “The first priority is the video. If it’s very poor quality, we may be able to convince a jury that they can’t be sure who is on the video or where or when it was shot. Let’s take a look at it.” She knocked at the door and when Detective Puno opened it, she had a short conversation with him. A few minutes later he returned with a flash drive which he plugged into a port attached to a video screen on the wall and handed the attorney a remote control. “Happy viewing ladies,” Puno told them.
Unfortunately, their viewing was anything but happy. Priya’s heart sank as the video played, clearly showing the women on the beach, with a date and time stamp. Their faces were unmistakable as were the beer bottles. “There is no question they can prove trespassing,” the attorney told the women.
“But, I spoke with Thura, who is our the host at our camp and he said that many people bathed there,” Susan protested.
“Did he say it was forbidden?” the lawyer asked.
“Well, yes,” Susan replied, “But he said it was OK.”
“Legally that isn’t a good argument, I’m afraid,” Sata replied. Priya’s heart sank. This was looking very bad.
“And the beer is another problem,” she continued. “Both the theft and the underage. All in all, the chances of you winning at trial are virtually zero, I’m afraid.” Priya felt like she was going to cry.
“So, where does that leave us?” Susan asked the lawyer.
“All I can do is try to negotiate the best deal I can on a sentence,” Sata told them. Priya felt her stomach churning.
“Sentence? Like we have to go to jail here?” Jennifer asked, seeming stunned.
“Well,” the lawyer responded, the 3 of you are looking at 2 offenses. Trespassing has a maximum of 3 months and 8 strokes of the cane and underage drinking has 3 months and 12 strokes. So, you could be looking at 6 months and 20 strokes.” The students were too stunned to speak. “Of course, that’s the maximum and as first offenders, I’m sure I can get somewhat less than that. Susan, your case is a bit more difficult since you are looking at 3 offenses: trespassing, of course; providing alcohol to minors and the theft of the beer. I will, of course, do my best for you as well.”
“Somewhat?” Priya responded. “Somewhat? What does that mean?” Her heart was pounding in her chest.
“Well, that’s where having someone like me on your side is important. I have settled many cases with Baran and his boss, the Chief Prosecutor, Mela. I will do the best that I can.”
“So, are you saying that they will cane us?” Jennifer asked.
Sata smiled enigmatically. “I will do the best I can, but I cannot make promises right now.” Priya knew that the answer was almost certainly yes, that they would be caned, just like those 2 students they had seen the other day. The odds of escaping it looked very slim, at best. The only question was how many.
Sarah, who up to now had managed to restrain herself, couldn’t hold back her temper any longer, “Your best? Is that right? Those fuckers raped us! I licked that fuckin’ cop’s snatch and they were supposed to let us go. Now we’re here and what’s going to happen to them?” She looked like she was going to strangle Sata. Jennifer put her hand on her partner’s arm to calm her.
The Trabbian lawyer didn’t seem too distressed by the outburst. “I understand Sarah, it doesn’t seem fair to you,” Sata told the angry young woman, “But there are several problems. First, they have the video and they don’t need any testimony from the cops. So discrediting them won’t solve your problem. Second, the law in Trabbia makes it a crime to falsely accuse a police officer of misconduct.”
“False?” Sarah screamed. “Are you saying we are lying, you bitch?” The other Americans joined in the general outrage.
Sata raised her finger to her lips to shush them. ”No, no, no, not at all. I don’t doubt your story for a second; I have heard it enough times before. The problem is that if you make an official accusation and can’t prove it, then the accusation is considered to have been false and that is a very serious matter, much more than what you are looking at now, perhaps years in jail. And how would you prove your story? The cops will deny it and you are all proven lawbreakers based on the video. Did any of the men ejaculate inside any of you?”
“Yes, one came in my mouth and in one in Priya’s,” Susan replied. Priya blushed just to hear such words applied to her.
“That doesn’t help,” the lawyer told them, “The enzymes will have long since digested any DNA. I just don’t see how you can prove your case. There is a third problem as well. Suppose you could prove that you did perform sexual favors in exchange for letting you go. That would constitute bribing an officer under Trabbian law, which is an even more serious crime.”
“Making a formal complaint against the cops would turn out very badly for you. Believe me on that. My job is to give you the best advice based upon the realities of the situation. And my best advice here is to let me try to make the best deal that I can with the prosecutors. I wish there were a better course, but, really, there is not. ”
The 3 students looked at Susan for some guidance. The older woman looked at each of them in turn and then at Sata. “OK. I don’t see that we have much option. Try your best.”
The lawyer stood up. “Good,” she told her clients. I will go talk to the prosecutors right away. I see it is almost evening. I will make sure they bring you some dinner and let you use the bathroom. In the meantime, don’t say anything to the cops. Nothing, except to ask for the toilet, OK?” The women all nodded. Sata got up and hit the button by the door and an officer arrived shortly to let her out.
TO BE CONTINUED
The drive to the town of Mongha took only about 10 minutes. The American women rode in silence, too stunned to speak. The van pulled around the back of the police station, where the officers escorted them inside and down a hallway to a conference room with a table and a number of chairs. The officers removed the handcuffs and the sergeant told the women to sit down. Then they left, locking the door, leaving the students and Professor Gelden alone.
As soon as the door closed, Susan took charge. “The first thing we need to do is find out if we are entitled to a lawyer here. They may not have the same idea of rights as we do, but I think we need to find out. And I don’t think we should say a word until we have spoken with our lawyer, because I am sure they will use anything we say against us. Is everyone agreed?” The students all nodded their assent. Priya was glad her professor was such a smart woman.
A few minutes later, they heard a key turning in the door and 2 men wearing civilian clothes walked in. One appeared to be around 40, though age was often hard to tell with Trabbians, while the other was somewhat younger. The younger one spoke first, “I am Baran, from the prosecutor’s office and this is Detective Puno. We would like to discuss your situation with you.
The students looked at Professor Gelden, deferring to her to be their spokesperson. “Do we have a right in your country to have an attorney present during questioning to represent us?”
Baran smiled, “Of course, Dr. Gelden, we are a modern, civilized country, just like yours. We will be happy to provide a local attorney to represent you. There is an excellent defense attorney named Sata whose office is close by. We will of course defer any discussion of your case until you have had a chance to speak with her. While you are waiting for her, would you like some tea? Perhaps some biscuits as well?”
“Yes,” Susan replied, “That would be nice. We’d also like some clothes; it’s a bit strange sitting here in our bathing suits.” Priya was cheered that these police seemed much nicer than the ones who had arrested them.
“I will be back shortly,” Baran assured them, and he did indeed return a few minutes later with a tray containing 4 glasses of very strong tea and a plate of very nice looking cookies, along with jail-issue T shirts and shorts for each of the women. “Please enjoy, ladies, I am sure Sata will be here very soon.”
The women slid the shirts and shorts over their bathing suits and had their tea and cookies. Shortly, there was a knock at the door and the detective got up to open it, admitting a very attractive woman with long black hair, dressed in a flowered sun dress and sandals, carrying a briefcase. Baran rose to greet her. She shook his hand and then introduced herself to each of the American women. Once the preliminaries were over, she told the prosecutor that she needed to discuss with her clients. He and the detective excused themselves.
Sata had the women tell their story from the beginning-the invitation issued to Susan, the work at the archaeological site, their visit to the Punishment Center and the details of their ill-fated escapade. She took a few pages worth of notes and stopped frequently to ask questions. Her demeanor suggested she was a capable and diligent attorney, very familiar with the local laws and ways of doing business. Once she was clear on everything that had occurred, she said, “The first priority is the video. If it’s very poor quality, we may be able to convince a jury that they can’t be sure who is on the video or where or when it was shot. Let’s take a look at it.” She knocked at the door and when Detective Puno opened it, she had a short conversation with him. A few minutes later he returned with a flash drive which he plugged into a port attached to a video screen on the wall and handed the attorney a remote control. “Happy viewing ladies,” Puno told them.
Unfortunately, their viewing was anything but happy. Priya’s heart sank as the video played, clearly showing the women on the beach, with a date and time stamp. Their faces were unmistakable as were the beer bottles. “There is no question they can prove trespassing,” the attorney told the women.
“But, I spoke with Thura, who is our the host at our camp and he said that many people bathed there,” Susan protested.
“Did he say it was forbidden?” the lawyer asked.
“Well, yes,” Susan replied, “But he said it was OK.”
“Legally that isn’t a good argument, I’m afraid,” Sata replied. Priya’s heart sank. This was looking very bad.
“And the beer is another problem,” she continued. “Both the theft and the underage. All in all, the chances of you winning at trial are virtually zero, I’m afraid.” Priya felt like she was going to cry.
“So, where does that leave us?” Susan asked the lawyer.
“All I can do is try to negotiate the best deal I can on a sentence,” Sata told them. Priya felt her stomach churning.
“Sentence? Like we have to go to jail here?” Jennifer asked, seeming stunned.
“Well,” the lawyer responded, the 3 of you are looking at 2 offenses. Trespassing has a maximum of 3 months and 8 strokes of the cane and underage drinking has 3 months and 12 strokes. So, you could be looking at 6 months and 20 strokes.” The students were too stunned to speak. “Of course, that’s the maximum and as first offenders, I’m sure I can get somewhat less than that. Susan, your case is a bit more difficult since you are looking at 3 offenses: trespassing, of course; providing alcohol to minors and the theft of the beer. I will, of course, do my best for you as well.”
“Somewhat?” Priya responded. “Somewhat? What does that mean?” Her heart was pounding in her chest.
“Well, that’s where having someone like me on your side is important. I have settled many cases with Baran and his boss, the Chief Prosecutor, Mela. I will do the best that I can.”
“So, are you saying that they will cane us?” Jennifer asked.
Sata smiled enigmatically. “I will do the best I can, but I cannot make promises right now.” Priya knew that the answer was almost certainly yes, that they would be caned, just like those 2 students they had seen the other day. The odds of escaping it looked very slim, at best. The only question was how many.
Sarah, who up to now had managed to restrain herself, couldn’t hold back her temper any longer, “Your best? Is that right? Those fuckers raped us! I licked that fuckin’ cop’s snatch and they were supposed to let us go. Now we’re here and what’s going to happen to them?” She looked like she was going to strangle Sata. Jennifer put her hand on her partner’s arm to calm her.
The Trabbian lawyer didn’t seem too distressed by the outburst. “I understand Sarah, it doesn’t seem fair to you,” Sata told the angry young woman, “But there are several problems. First, they have the video and they don’t need any testimony from the cops. So discrediting them won’t solve your problem. Second, the law in Trabbia makes it a crime to falsely accuse a police officer of misconduct.”
“False?” Sarah screamed. “Are you saying we are lying, you bitch?” The other Americans joined in the general outrage.
Sata raised her finger to her lips to shush them. ”No, no, no, not at all. I don’t doubt your story for a second; I have heard it enough times before. The problem is that if you make an official accusation and can’t prove it, then the accusation is considered to have been false and that is a very serious matter, much more than what you are looking at now, perhaps years in jail. And how would you prove your story? The cops will deny it and you are all proven lawbreakers based on the video. Did any of the men ejaculate inside any of you?”
“Yes, one came in my mouth and in one in Priya’s,” Susan replied. Priya blushed just to hear such words applied to her.
“That doesn’t help,” the lawyer told them, “The enzymes will have long since digested any DNA. I just don’t see how you can prove your case. There is a third problem as well. Suppose you could prove that you did perform sexual favors in exchange for letting you go. That would constitute bribing an officer under Trabbian law, which is an even more serious crime.”
“Making a formal complaint against the cops would turn out very badly for you. Believe me on that. My job is to give you the best advice based upon the realities of the situation. And my best advice here is to let me try to make the best deal that I can with the prosecutors. I wish there were a better course, but, really, there is not. ”
The 3 students looked at Susan for some guidance. The older woman looked at each of them in turn and then at Sata. “OK. I don’t see that we have much option. Try your best.”
The lawyer stood up. “Good,” she told her clients. I will go talk to the prosecutors right away. I see it is almost evening. I will make sure they bring you some dinner and let you use the bathroom. In the meantime, don’t say anything to the cops. Nothing, except to ask for the toilet, OK?” The women all nodded. Sata got up and hit the button by the door and an officer arrived shortly to let her out.
TO BE CONTINUED
My, Windar, you are an evil writer!!!
Great story!
Great story!
windar
Teller of Tales
Evil? Moi? I stand for truth justice and the Trabbian way.
Besides, these women have an excellent lawyer, a Trabbian Saul Goodman, who will make sure they come out just fine, right?
She better have a better track record in court than Tree has...
windar
Teller of Tales
If you don't mind my asking, what IS your track record in court" I'm guessing by your name that you are sort of an inverse Perry Mason when it comes to the defense side of the bar.
I win a couple civil suits but my track record would generously described as less than stellar in criminal court....
windar
Teller of Tales
Well, we will soon see how Sata does.
windar
Teller of Tales
You could have made a better living selling legal liability insurance
to naive female students going on educational expeditions to dodgy locations
Dodgy? Trabbia is a modern country. You should see the subways in the capital; they're probably better than the ones in the US or Europe.
Just so you know, making such false, slanderous charges are a serious offense in Trabbia, punishable by up to 24 lashes and 5 years in prison. Maybe a good lawyer could get you off with a lighter sentence, or you could "earn" a reduction by providing "services".
We have already been told how well 'providing "services"' works....
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
windar
Teller of Tales
The women sat in stunned silence after the lawyer left the room. Priya thought about the scene they witnessed at the punishment center and how it would feel to be whipped like those girls had been. It seemed pretty certain that she would be; the only question was how many. The attorney had said they could get up to 20. But those girls had only gotten 8 and their asses were shredded and they were howling in pain. It just didn’t seem possible that Priya could take 20.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Was the lawyer back already? That seemed much too fast. Perhaps the discussions had not gone well. But, it was only Detective Puno and another cop bringing them dinner. Priya felt far too scared to take any food, but Susan prevailed upon her students to eat so that they could keep their strength up. Priya took her teacher’s advice and found that the food was simple, but rather tasty.
Soon after the women had finished, the door opened again. This time it was Sata. She was smiling, which Priya took as a hopeful sign. The women all bombarded her with questions: “How did it go? Can we leave? They aren’t really going to cane us, are they?”
The lawyer asked them all for calm. She sat down and began her summary of the meeting: “I must say it went very well. I got a better deal than I had hoped for. Prosecutor Mela must be in a very good mood.” Priya allowed herself to feel a dash of hope. Maybe she wouldn’t have to suffer the cane after all.
“They are willing to accept no prison time. You go to court tomorrow, plead guilty, get your strokes the next day, a few days to heal enough to travel and you get on a plane for Bangkok and then home. End of story.”
Priya’s heart sank when she heard, “get your strokes.” “But, that means we will be whipped.”
“Yes,” Sata replied. “Look, the reality is you guys broke the law, and you can’t expect to just walk away with nothing. That just isn’t going to happen. But it’s nowhere as bad as it could have been.”
“How many strokes?” Jen asked.
“Frankly, I was very pleased. You 3 get 8,” Sata replied, indicating the students. Priya gasped. That was what the 2 Thabbian students had received. “For you, Susan,” she continued, turning to face the older woman, “they see you as having been derelict in your duty to protect your students so there will have to be more. But, after a very hard bargaining, I got it down to 12.” The Professor looked stunned.
“What if we tell them to go fuck themselves?” Sarah asked.
Sata looked annoyed at the impertinence. “I don’t think you realize what a good deal this is. I would have expected that the prosecutors would have insisted on at least 12 strokes for you guys and maybe 18 or so for Susan. You guys are barely getting half that. The offer is take it or leave it. If you turn it down, you will have to hang around in jail here for a month or so, then there will be a trial, you will be convicted for sure and then you could easily get the maximum or close, maybe 16 or 18 strokes, Sarah. Do you have any idea what that would feel like? Plus prison time quite possibly and I do not think you would enjoy our prisons. For one thing, many disciplinary violations in prison are punished by flogging.” Priya shuddered at the thought.
“This is really what you in the States call a no-brainer. Mela and Baran need your answer very soon and all of you must accept it. If they have to go to the trouble of a trial for 1 or 2 of you, they will just try the whole lot.”
Susan said “It’s horrible, but I really don’t think we have a choice.” Jen and Priya quickly agreed. Sarah knew she didn’t have the stomach to go through such an ordeal alone and knew that she couldn’t be responsible for making the others, especially her lover Jen, suffer, so she went along.
“Good, I’ll have the papers drawn up and you can sign them,” Sata said, turning and leaving the conference room.
Soon, Sata returned with the documents. Priya's hand shook at the idea that she was signing up to be flogged, but she knew she had no choice so she steadied herself and signed on the dotted line.
"Well, I will leave you now, but I will see you in court tomorrow morning," the lawyer assured her worried clients. Once she had gone, the police escorted the women to the cell where they would spend the night. Exhausted from their ordeal, they fell asleep as soon as they lay down on their cots.
The next morning after a light breakfast, the Americans were driven in a police van to courthouse and brought inside. Outside the courtroom, the women were met by Sata. She asked them how they were. “Nervous,” they replied as one. She told them that the presiding judge spoke excellent English, so all the proceedings would be conducted in that language. Sarah asked if it was OK to appear in the shorts, T shirts and sandals. Sata assured them that in a tropical country like Trabbia, they were less formal about dress in court. She advised them that unless they were asked a direct question by the judge they should let her do the talking. They would be asked how they plead and all they should say was “Guilty”. If they were asked a question, they should try to answer with a simple yes or no.
The Americans filed inside and sat in the first row beside Sata. Baran sat on the other side. The clerk had everyone stand as the judge, a rather short middle-aged man with wire-rimmed glasses entered. After some preliminary business their names were called. The judge asked the attorneys if a plea bargain had been agreed to. They both said yes. Prosecutor Baran described the deal and the judge asked the defense attorney if that was what was agreed to. She said yes. Then the judge asked the defendants to rise.
“Jennifer Collins, how do you plead?”
“Guilty, your honor.”
“Are you pleading guilty because you are in fact guilty?”
“Yes, your honor,” Jen replied. The judge repeated that for each of the other three defendants.
The judge looked down at the 4 women in front of her and began speaking. “This is a very sad case. You were all invited here to Thabbia by the government to do important work on our historical treasures that would have enriched both our country and the world. Instead you chose to violate our laws. And this, after having seen the consequences of such violations in person. Had you chosen to go to trial and been convicted, I would have had no hesitation to sentence you to the maximum punishment. Since you have made a plea bargain with the prosecution, I will respect that, though I honestly think a harsher sentence would have been in order to send a clear message. Jennifer Collins, Sarah Motello and Priya Narayan, I sentence each of you to 8 strokes of the judicial cane to be delivered on your bare buttocks under the procedures of the Department of Corrections. Once you have recovered from your punishment you will be expelled from Trabbia and barred from returning for 10 years.”
“Susan Gelden, your case troubles me even more than that of your students. You recruited them to come here and were responsible for their welfare while they were here. It was your job to see that they were aware of our laws and respected them. Instead, you participated with and even encouraged them in illegal and immoral activities. You should be ashamed of yourself. I sentence you to 12 strokes of the judicial cane to be delivered on your bare buttocks under the procedures of the Department of Corrections and then to be expelled from Trabbia. Guards, please take the offenders into custody.” The judge gaveled the proceedings to a close, as the guards handcuffed the 4 women and marched them out of the court room to a holding cell. About half an hour later they were taken out of the cell and placed in a van marked Dept of Corrections and driven to Warden Noba’s prison.
END OF CHAPTER 4
If you would be interested in reading about the justly deserved punishment being administered to these miscreants, I could continue the story. On the other hand, if you would be offended by such things, I could stop here. Your choice, dear readers.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Was the lawyer back already? That seemed much too fast. Perhaps the discussions had not gone well. But, it was only Detective Puno and another cop bringing them dinner. Priya felt far too scared to take any food, but Susan prevailed upon her students to eat so that they could keep their strength up. Priya took her teacher’s advice and found that the food was simple, but rather tasty.
Soon after the women had finished, the door opened again. This time it was Sata. She was smiling, which Priya took as a hopeful sign. The women all bombarded her with questions: “How did it go? Can we leave? They aren’t really going to cane us, are they?”
The lawyer asked them all for calm. She sat down and began her summary of the meeting: “I must say it went very well. I got a better deal than I had hoped for. Prosecutor Mela must be in a very good mood.” Priya allowed herself to feel a dash of hope. Maybe she wouldn’t have to suffer the cane after all.
“They are willing to accept no prison time. You go to court tomorrow, plead guilty, get your strokes the next day, a few days to heal enough to travel and you get on a plane for Bangkok and then home. End of story.”
Priya’s heart sank when she heard, “get your strokes.” “But, that means we will be whipped.”
“Yes,” Sata replied. “Look, the reality is you guys broke the law, and you can’t expect to just walk away with nothing. That just isn’t going to happen. But it’s nowhere as bad as it could have been.”
“How many strokes?” Jen asked.
“Frankly, I was very pleased. You 3 get 8,” Sata replied, indicating the students. Priya gasped. That was what the 2 Thabbian students had received. “For you, Susan,” she continued, turning to face the older woman, “they see you as having been derelict in your duty to protect your students so there will have to be more. But, after a very hard bargaining, I got it down to 12.” The Professor looked stunned.
“What if we tell them to go fuck themselves?” Sarah asked.
Sata looked annoyed at the impertinence. “I don’t think you realize what a good deal this is. I would have expected that the prosecutors would have insisted on at least 12 strokes for you guys and maybe 18 or so for Susan. You guys are barely getting half that. The offer is take it or leave it. If you turn it down, you will have to hang around in jail here for a month or so, then there will be a trial, you will be convicted for sure and then you could easily get the maximum or close, maybe 16 or 18 strokes, Sarah. Do you have any idea what that would feel like? Plus prison time quite possibly and I do not think you would enjoy our prisons. For one thing, many disciplinary violations in prison are punished by flogging.” Priya shuddered at the thought.
“This is really what you in the States call a no-brainer. Mela and Baran need your answer very soon and all of you must accept it. If they have to go to the trouble of a trial for 1 or 2 of you, they will just try the whole lot.”
Susan said “It’s horrible, but I really don’t think we have a choice.” Jen and Priya quickly agreed. Sarah knew she didn’t have the stomach to go through such an ordeal alone and knew that she couldn’t be responsible for making the others, especially her lover Jen, suffer, so she went along.
“Good, I’ll have the papers drawn up and you can sign them,” Sata said, turning and leaving the conference room.
Soon, Sata returned with the documents. Priya's hand shook at the idea that she was signing up to be flogged, but she knew she had no choice so she steadied herself and signed on the dotted line.
"Well, I will leave you now, but I will see you in court tomorrow morning," the lawyer assured her worried clients. Once she had gone, the police escorted the women to the cell where they would spend the night. Exhausted from their ordeal, they fell asleep as soon as they lay down on their cots.
The next morning after a light breakfast, the Americans were driven in a police van to courthouse and brought inside. Outside the courtroom, the women were met by Sata. She asked them how they were. “Nervous,” they replied as one. She told them that the presiding judge spoke excellent English, so all the proceedings would be conducted in that language. Sarah asked if it was OK to appear in the shorts, T shirts and sandals. Sata assured them that in a tropical country like Trabbia, they were less formal about dress in court. She advised them that unless they were asked a direct question by the judge they should let her do the talking. They would be asked how they plead and all they should say was “Guilty”. If they were asked a question, they should try to answer with a simple yes or no.
The Americans filed inside and sat in the first row beside Sata. Baran sat on the other side. The clerk had everyone stand as the judge, a rather short middle-aged man with wire-rimmed glasses entered. After some preliminary business their names were called. The judge asked the attorneys if a plea bargain had been agreed to. They both said yes. Prosecutor Baran described the deal and the judge asked the defense attorney if that was what was agreed to. She said yes. Then the judge asked the defendants to rise.
“Jennifer Collins, how do you plead?”
“Guilty, your honor.”
“Are you pleading guilty because you are in fact guilty?”
“Yes, your honor,” Jen replied. The judge repeated that for each of the other three defendants.
The judge looked down at the 4 women in front of her and began speaking. “This is a very sad case. You were all invited here to Thabbia by the government to do important work on our historical treasures that would have enriched both our country and the world. Instead you chose to violate our laws. And this, after having seen the consequences of such violations in person. Had you chosen to go to trial and been convicted, I would have had no hesitation to sentence you to the maximum punishment. Since you have made a plea bargain with the prosecution, I will respect that, though I honestly think a harsher sentence would have been in order to send a clear message. Jennifer Collins, Sarah Motello and Priya Narayan, I sentence each of you to 8 strokes of the judicial cane to be delivered on your bare buttocks under the procedures of the Department of Corrections. Once you have recovered from your punishment you will be expelled from Trabbia and barred from returning for 10 years.”
“Susan Gelden, your case troubles me even more than that of your students. You recruited them to come here and were responsible for their welfare while they were here. It was your job to see that they were aware of our laws and respected them. Instead, you participated with and even encouraged them in illegal and immoral activities. You should be ashamed of yourself. I sentence you to 12 strokes of the judicial cane to be delivered on your bare buttocks under the procedures of the Department of Corrections and then to be expelled from Trabbia. Guards, please take the offenders into custody.” The judge gaveled the proceedings to a close, as the guards handcuffed the 4 women and marched them out of the court room to a holding cell. About half an hour later they were taken out of the cell and placed in a van marked Dept of Corrections and driven to Warden Noba’s prison.
END OF CHAPTER 4
If you would be interested in reading about the justly deserved punishment being administered to these miscreants, I could continue the story. On the other hand, if you would be offended by such things, I could stop here. Your choice, dear readers.
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If they are offended they will read elsewhere...
Courtesy dictates you read, look, and comment on others' work.
This ain't one-way street
windar
Teller of Tales
I was teasing with my comment.
I have been reading here, but you are right that I should comment more. Let me ask you, as a long timer here, given my interests, as shown in this thread, if you could suggest which of the very large selection here might appeal most to me.
I can't really answer that. I am not a big fan of whipping, caning, and abhor breast torture.
On the other side I like a well written story as yours is. You delved deep into thoughts of your characters and while there most be some description of the punishment you have spent more time writing a story worth reading.
I will also add in my posts I like to illustrate them (it's my thing) and cannot thank enough the artists that post original work and tolerate me manipulating their efforts and the people who find pictures I never would. Of course then there is the sometimes aimless banter... Friends do that...
I can't recommend a place on the site. I find most of it fun and comment when I can...
Tree
I think their subways are more state-of-the-art, like this
I'm expecting and looking forward to it, Windar - great story, very well-written, and just the sort of thing we come here to enjoy -
I certainly identify with those young women, imagine myself in the predicament you've got them in...
You do seem to have repeated a large chunk in the latest chapter, twice, I can easily delete the repetitions if you want me to?
You'll find a library of contributions that we think worth keeping in The Forum Archive, just click that on the top bar and browse through the catalogue
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windar
Teller of Tales
Oh my, yes, please do delete the repetition. I don't know how that happened. Thanks.
I'm glad you like those Tibool pics. As you can tell from my avatar, I do too. Too bad he had to give it up.
I certainly identify with those young women, imagine myself in the predicament you've got them in...
If you were in Trabbia that could certainly happen. Of course, you would have to violate a law or 2, but as you have seen that isn't hard to do.
I am thinking about writing a sequel, told from Warden Noba's POV. You could certainly be one of the offenders she is tasked to deal with. Won't happen right away, though.
I can only write what appeals to me and hope that some share that. If I tried to write about something that didn't touch me personally, I doubt it would be any good. However, the psychological aspects and character should be universal, I hope.
Now, on with the story. The punishment of our heroine and her friends is drawing near, but given that the Trabbian Justice Ministry is a bureaucracy, procedure must be followed.
windar
Teller of Tales
CHAPTER 5- BACK IN THE MONGHA FEMALE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY, THIS TIME NOT AS GUESTS
Priya’s heart sank as passed through the double barbed-wire fence, which they had passed through before as visitors. The van pulled up in front of the intake unit where she saw the Warden was there to greet them in person, smiling broadly, with 6 muscular female guards beside her. “Good day, ladies,” she announced. “Welcome to our facility once again. It’s good that you are paying us a return visit, this time as offenders rather than honored guests, so that you can get a different perspective on our justice system than we could offer you the first time. Since some of the guards speak very little English, I thought I would accompany you through intake.”
“First, let me inform you of our rules. The most important one is that all orders from staff are to be obeyed instantly and without question. If a guard says ‘jump’, you jump. Failure to follow orders at any point can result in additional strokes being added to your punishment at my sole discretion, something I can guarantee you don’t want. Also, any violation of any other rules will be punished most severely. Your first stop will be intake. There, you will be searched and issued prison clothing. Then you will be taken to your quarters where you will remain for the evening. Tomorrow morning, you will be taken for your physical and then, assuming you are medically fit, punishment will be administered as prescribed by the court. I know you are familiar with that in the theoretical sense. Tomorrow you will experience how it feels for yourselves. Afterwards, you will be taken to the prison hospital for treatment. You will remain with us until you are sufficiently recovered to be released and then you will be taken to the airport in Pranda and escorted onto an international flight. Now, follow me please.
Noba led them into a tile floored room with a small table against one wall which had a box of surgical gloves and a tube of KY Jelly on it. Priya, as a pre-med student, had a pretty good idea what uses those would be put to. Though air conditioned the room was quite warm from the presence of the 4 prisoners and 7 staff in the confined space. “Strip,” shouted the Warden, “Everything off. Let’s go. All your clothes go in the plastic bag with your name on it. They will be returned to you when you are released.”
“So,” Priya thought, “This is where it begins, the process of literally stripping the things of their previous life from them, to leave them totally at the mercy of the pitiless correctional system that will soon flog them brutally.” She wanted desperately to run, but she knew that if she resisted, the guards would seize her and disrobe her forcefully and she would earn extra lashes. Seeing no option, she slipped her sandals off and placed them in the bag. The tiles felt cool against her soles. Then she pulled the T shirt over her head, noting that her friends were doing the same. Next, she slipped her shorts over her hips, letting them fall to the floor, bending to pick them up and deposit them in the bag, leaving her and the others in the bathing suits they had worn on that ill-fated swim that had landed them in this mess.
“Keep going, ladies, we need you naked so we can search for contraband. Move it!” Noba shouted.
Priya couldn’t hold back a few tears as she complied, reaching behind her to untie the top and take it off, then lowering the suit bottom to stand naked beside her equally naked friends and professor in front of the fully clothed guards and warden. Priya could feel herself blushing in shame, even though everyone present was female. She knew that tomorrow she would have to strip for her caning and that there would be men present then.
The Warden indicated a taped line on the floor. “Stand with your toes on the line, facing me, arms by your side.” The women quickly complied.
One of the guards went to stand in front of Priya. Wearing gloves, she started at her head, feeling inside and behind her ears and inside her mouth. Priya glanced over to see that each of the other Americans was receiving the same treatment. The guard lifted one arm, palpated in the armpit then worked her way down to the hand, feeling in between each finger, then did the same on the other arm. Then, she ran her hands down the young student’s body, taking time to lift her breasts to see that nothing was hidden underneath and to feel between her legs and behind her knees. When she reached the feet, she lifted each one in turn, examining the soles and feeling between each of the toes. Priya had little choice but to stand quietly and let the guard do her job clinically, as a shopper would examine merchandise in the supermarket.
“Spread your legs!” Noba ordered. The women complied, spacing themselves along the line at the guards’ prodding, moving their feet until they were approximately shoulder width apart. One of the guards stood in front of Priya and lowered her hand to the girl’s crotch. She inserted her gloved index finger into Priya’s vagina and moved it around, feeling every part of the cavity. Priya had to restrain herself from crying at the humiliation of this violation.
The guard said something in Trabbian. “Bend over and touch your toes,” the Warden helpfully translated. Priya complied, having no doubt what assuming this posture would mean. The guard squirted a glob of lube on her index finger, moved behind Priya and slid it into the crack between Priya’s butt cheeks. It felt cool and greasy. Her finger found the anal ring and pressed against it. Priya’s body naturally resisted the intrusion, clamping the sphincter down. The guard slapped her butt and said something in Trabbian. “Relax your sphincter. She’s going in one way or another, so you might as well do it the easy way” the Warden translated. Priya forced herself to relax and the guard pushed her finger in, up to the second joint. Priya felt an uncomfortable pressure as the guard probed the linings of her rectum looking for any foreign object. Finally, the guard withdrew, pulled off the glove and threw it into a red pail. Another guard handed Priya a pair of plain white cotton underpants, a green T shirt and a pair of blue shorts. Put these on” the Warden ordered. “Of course, you will have to take them off for your caning tomorrow, but for now you can wear them.”
“You may have noticed that there is no bra. That is for security reasons. We cannot allow prisoners to escape their just punishment by hanging themselves.” Priya dressed quickly and the guard handed her a pair of flip-flops, which she slipped onto her feet.
As Priya was dressing, she saw that other guards were performing the same rigorous search on the other 2 women. Once they had all passed inspection and were dressed, Warden Noba and the guards walked them through the camp to a small hut with 4 cots, a small table and a toilet and sink. Motioning them in, the Warden said, “I hope you will be comfortable in here. Rest up because tomorrow is a big day.” The door was closed, leaving the American women to choose their cot and lie down to think about what awaited them.
TO BE CONTINUED
Priya’s heart sank as passed through the double barbed-wire fence, which they had passed through before as visitors. The van pulled up in front of the intake unit where she saw the Warden was there to greet them in person, smiling broadly, with 6 muscular female guards beside her. “Good day, ladies,” she announced. “Welcome to our facility once again. It’s good that you are paying us a return visit, this time as offenders rather than honored guests, so that you can get a different perspective on our justice system than we could offer you the first time. Since some of the guards speak very little English, I thought I would accompany you through intake.”
“First, let me inform you of our rules. The most important one is that all orders from staff are to be obeyed instantly and without question. If a guard says ‘jump’, you jump. Failure to follow orders at any point can result in additional strokes being added to your punishment at my sole discretion, something I can guarantee you don’t want. Also, any violation of any other rules will be punished most severely. Your first stop will be intake. There, you will be searched and issued prison clothing. Then you will be taken to your quarters where you will remain for the evening. Tomorrow morning, you will be taken for your physical and then, assuming you are medically fit, punishment will be administered as prescribed by the court. I know you are familiar with that in the theoretical sense. Tomorrow you will experience how it feels for yourselves. Afterwards, you will be taken to the prison hospital for treatment. You will remain with us until you are sufficiently recovered to be released and then you will be taken to the airport in Pranda and escorted onto an international flight. Now, follow me please.
Noba led them into a tile floored room with a small table against one wall which had a box of surgical gloves and a tube of KY Jelly on it. Priya, as a pre-med student, had a pretty good idea what uses those would be put to. Though air conditioned the room was quite warm from the presence of the 4 prisoners and 7 staff in the confined space. “Strip,” shouted the Warden, “Everything off. Let’s go. All your clothes go in the plastic bag with your name on it. They will be returned to you when you are released.”
“So,” Priya thought, “This is where it begins, the process of literally stripping the things of their previous life from them, to leave them totally at the mercy of the pitiless correctional system that will soon flog them brutally.” She wanted desperately to run, but she knew that if she resisted, the guards would seize her and disrobe her forcefully and she would earn extra lashes. Seeing no option, she slipped her sandals off and placed them in the bag. The tiles felt cool against her soles. Then she pulled the T shirt over her head, noting that her friends were doing the same. Next, she slipped her shorts over her hips, letting them fall to the floor, bending to pick them up and deposit them in the bag, leaving her and the others in the bathing suits they had worn on that ill-fated swim that had landed them in this mess.
“Keep going, ladies, we need you naked so we can search for contraband. Move it!” Noba shouted.
Priya couldn’t hold back a few tears as she complied, reaching behind her to untie the top and take it off, then lowering the suit bottom to stand naked beside her equally naked friends and professor in front of the fully clothed guards and warden. Priya could feel herself blushing in shame, even though everyone present was female. She knew that tomorrow she would have to strip for her caning and that there would be men present then.
The Warden indicated a taped line on the floor. “Stand with your toes on the line, facing me, arms by your side.” The women quickly complied.
One of the guards went to stand in front of Priya. Wearing gloves, she started at her head, feeling inside and behind her ears and inside her mouth. Priya glanced over to see that each of the other Americans was receiving the same treatment. The guard lifted one arm, palpated in the armpit then worked her way down to the hand, feeling in between each finger, then did the same on the other arm. Then, she ran her hands down the young student’s body, taking time to lift her breasts to see that nothing was hidden underneath and to feel between her legs and behind her knees. When she reached the feet, she lifted each one in turn, examining the soles and feeling between each of the toes. Priya had little choice but to stand quietly and let the guard do her job clinically, as a shopper would examine merchandise in the supermarket.
“Spread your legs!” Noba ordered. The women complied, spacing themselves along the line at the guards’ prodding, moving their feet until they were approximately shoulder width apart. One of the guards stood in front of Priya and lowered her hand to the girl’s crotch. She inserted her gloved index finger into Priya’s vagina and moved it around, feeling every part of the cavity. Priya had to restrain herself from crying at the humiliation of this violation.
The guard said something in Trabbian. “Bend over and touch your toes,” the Warden helpfully translated. Priya complied, having no doubt what assuming this posture would mean. The guard squirted a glob of lube on her index finger, moved behind Priya and slid it into the crack between Priya’s butt cheeks. It felt cool and greasy. Her finger found the anal ring and pressed against it. Priya’s body naturally resisted the intrusion, clamping the sphincter down. The guard slapped her butt and said something in Trabbian. “Relax your sphincter. She’s going in one way or another, so you might as well do it the easy way” the Warden translated. Priya forced herself to relax and the guard pushed her finger in, up to the second joint. Priya felt an uncomfortable pressure as the guard probed the linings of her rectum looking for any foreign object. Finally, the guard withdrew, pulled off the glove and threw it into a red pail. Another guard handed Priya a pair of plain white cotton underpants, a green T shirt and a pair of blue shorts. Put these on” the Warden ordered. “Of course, you will have to take them off for your caning tomorrow, but for now you can wear them.”
“You may have noticed that there is no bra. That is for security reasons. We cannot allow prisoners to escape their just punishment by hanging themselves.” Priya dressed quickly and the guard handed her a pair of flip-flops, which she slipped onto her feet.
As Priya was dressing, she saw that other guards were performing the same rigorous search on the other 2 women. Once they had all passed inspection and were dressed, Warden Noba and the guards walked them through the camp to a small hut with 4 cots, a small table and a toilet and sink. Motioning them in, the Warden said, “I hope you will be comfortable in here. Rest up because tomorrow is a big day.” The door was closed, leaving the American women to choose their cot and lie down to think about what awaited them.
TO BE CONTINUED