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Justice derailed

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Doragon

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When justice and pornography mix, there’s no end to the injustice that might occur. In the following short story we’ll follow the terrible fate of an innocent girl when justice has reached unimaginable levels of corruption.


Chloe Waterhouse almost fainted when she heard the verdict. Under the new laws, which were installed five years ago, not only corporal punishment was reinstated, there were now also consequences for the spouses of criminals. The reasoning behind this was simply a matter of shared responsibility. And it was considered a strong deterrence if a spouse was facing painful punishment as well as the criminal. In this case however, they took this a whole step further. Because Chloe’s mother died ten years ago and her father had never remarried, they looked at the daughter to replace her mother for the sake of revenge. Chloe’s father was convicted on the grounds of corruption and treason, which were considered most severe crimes. He received both a sentence of ten years imprisonment and also a heavy physical punishment, which consisted of a public caning of fourty strokes on the buttocks. Normally his wife would receive an equally painful punishment, but since she had died years ago, they judged the daughter would be an alternative, since she benefitted most from the crimes of the father. Chloe had not worried much about that, considering herself to be too young to be severely punished. She was after all too young to be trialled as an adult. Therefor she didn’t flee abroad and waited for a call from court and her expected slap on the wrist. But the call didn’t come for three more weeks, not even when her father had been trialled and received his punishment. And then it was Chloe’s birthday, the day she turned eighteen years old. It had been a horrible birthday, since her boyfriend chose that day to end their relationship. And it got even worse when she received a call from the justice department to come to court the next day.

Chloe knew there was going to be some form of punishment, but she expected that they would be lenient because of her age and because she was the daughter, not the wife of her father. And also she expected some clemency because she was a well-known influencer for fashion and cosmetics. Her large fanbase would cry out if they punished her too severely. The judges however didn’t take this into consideration at all. The prosecutor argued that she was an adult now and could therefor also be punished as an adult. And since she had benefitted the most from the illegal earnings of her father, she should also pay the full price and receive the same punishment her mother would have gotten had she still been alive. The judges agreed and gave the verdict that Chloe would receive a caning while positioned on a size three stake and receive twenty strokes on her buttocks and another twenty divided over her legs, belly and breasts. At the discretion of the supervisor more strokes could be delivered if she behaved badly, but no more than ten as a maximum.
It was a shocking verdict, not just for Chloe. The whole nation erupted in a fierce debate about justice and injustice. The Justice Department however didn’t flinch and the date for the execution of the punishment was determined two days later.

The Theatre of Punishment was an amphitheatre. The rows of seats offered the spectators a grand view of the punishment area on stage. The theatre could house 40 spectators, consisting of judges, legal representatives, but also family, press and government officials. And there was a cage in the back, from which the convicted criminal could see their spouses receive their fair punishment.
Chloe shuddered when she entered the theatre, seeing it was completely filled with people. Her eyes went to the back, where her father was seated inside the cage. He waved at her and made a heart gesture at her to encourage her. She raised her cuffed hands to wave back at him, but she stopped herself as she realized she was actually really mad at him. He was the reason why she was here after all.

A shiver ran down her spine while the two female guards guided her on stage. After the verdict in the courthouse, she had been taken to jail, where a doctor had examined her. It had been most degrading, especially since the check-up had the intention to determine if she was healthy enough to undergo the procedure of her punishment, and also if she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Which she could already have told them of course, but no, the doctor had insisted on a thorough cavity search.
After that she had remained locked up in a solitary cell, until the day of judgment came. It had been aggravating to be kept from all human interaction, without her phone and without means to contact her fanbase. She was oblivious about the turmoil that had been erupting in the country over her fate.

Chloe gasped when she was suddenly approached by a woman wearing a microphone, closely followed by a tv camera.
“A quick interview, if you please. How are you feeling?” asked the reporter. Chloe shuddered and shook her head.
“Please, no, I… I don’t want to give interviews. And why is there a camera? Please…”
“Ah, you didn’t hear it then? Yesterday a new bill was passed in parliament, allowing the media to broadcast the proceedings. You are going to be seen life on tv, dear.”
“What?” gasped Chloe, a deep blush forming on her face. And since they had not allowed her to put on any make-up in prison, the blush was unmasked and clearly visible.
“You can’t do that!” she gasped. “I’m going to be naked! On television!”
“Yes of course,” confirmed the reporter, “But in your case the embarrassment won’t be so bad, right? You are a famous influencer who is used to be streamed in close up.”
“That’s so totally different,” Chloe exclaimed.
“The viewers at home would really like to know how you feel about your sentence,” continued the reporter.
“It’s ridiculous,” said Chloe with passion. “It’s completely outrageous! Why should I be punished for the crimes of my father?”
“Well, you did benefit from his unjustly acquired funding. How much did he steal from the state? Seven million?”
“I had nothing to do with that!” exclaimed the girl with indignation.
“Still you are getting punished for it. And with a type three stake as well. What do you think about that?”
“What… why now… I…. what is a type three stake?”
“Don’t you know? It’s like a one bar prison. But unlike the type one, this goes inside your pussy and not your anus. It’s also a lot bigger than the type two stake. Normally the type three is only used for older women, who have given birth to children and who are much more capable to take in the larger sizes.”
“What?” stuttered Chloe, blushing with confusion and feeling a little dizzy. She looked at the centre of the stage, where a black metal pole was fixed to the stage. It looked ominous, especially since it was solid and unyielding metal. The top of it was flat and all along the length of it, there were holes through the metal bar.
“Oh, that’s not it,” said the reporter, following her shocked gaze. “That’s only the stand for the stake, which is like a metal cylinder sliding over it. Here it comes now.”
Chloe watched with apprehension how a man in uniform came over to the centre of the stage with a shiny metal tube. At the bottom there was a large numeral 3 embossed in the metal, next to a hole where a large pin could be stuck through. The man removed the pin and slipped the large cylinder over the black pole. It clanked a little as he slid the thing down in place, because the cylinder was wider than the black pole. It was also shorter, so it soon came to rest on the stand. Now Chloe saw that the top of the cylinder was rounded, but hardly tapered. It reminded her of a traffic bollard. She now also noticed how there were markings along the length of the pole, like a gradient.
“Your seat is waiting, by the looks of it,” said the reporter, “It’s quite ominous, don’t you think?”
“It’s… what? But… How?” Chloe was at a loss for words and tried to understand what was going on. She had heard about criminals being shafted by a stick while being caned, but she had always imagine it was a thin stick pushed into the anus, maybe to keep them upright. And for some reason she always imagined this to be done to hardened male criminals. Not to women and certainly not in the pussy with such a large object as this. She could not even imagine how this could possibly fit!

(to be continued)
 
Thanks, glad you like it so far. I have to say, I haven't been writing much the last couple of months. Kind of a writer's block. Until I started rereading some of the stories Prefectus wrote, which got me hooked to this forum. I can't say I can write as good as he did, and certainly not as elaborate and detailed, but I am borrowing some of his ideas to mix them with my own. As a kind of tribute perhaps.
 
Thanks, glad you like it so far. I have to say, I haven't been writing much the last couple of months. Kind of a writer's block. Until I started rereading some of the stories Prefectus wrote, which got me hooked to this forum. I can't say I can write as good as he did, and certainly not as elaborate and detailed, but I am borrowing some of his ideas to mix them with my own. As a kind of tribute perhaps.
He would have loved that.
 
Thanks, glad you like it so far. I have to say, I haven't been writing much the last couple of months. Kind of a writer's block. Until I started rereading some of the stories Prefectus wrote, which got me hooked to this forum. I can't say I can write as good as he did, and certainly not as elaborate and detailed, but I am borrowing some of his ideas to mix them with my own. As a kind of tribute perhaps.
Your story did make me think of him. RIP
 
The reporter withdrew and the supervisor came up with a microphone. He announced that they were going to start the proceedings soon and that everybody needed to take their seats.
“As you all know, this will for the first time be broadcasted on national television. To the viewers at home, welcome as anonymous witnesses to these proceedings. Be advised though that this program is X-rated and not at all fitted for the younger audience. So please tell your children to leave the room or tape the broadcast for viewing later.”
Chloe blinked, overwhelmed with all the new information and she shivered uncontrollably. Her eyes kept going back and forth between the tv camera and the large pole near her. And then also at the audience, which consisted of both men and women, all formerly dressed. Her father was standing in his cage, hands on the bars, his expression one of anger.
“Hands off my daughter,” he shouted, “Don’t you touch my little girl!”
“The prisoner is informed to remain quiet,” said the supervisor, “or we will add more punishment to these proceedings, in accordance with the verdict.”
“I love you Chloe,” her father again shouted, “Stay strong!”
Chloe now almost collapsed as her nerves were shot.
“Keep it together girl,” said one of the female guards next to her softly. They had been firm with her but also kind, almost as if they felt pity with her.

In the meantime the supervisor had been talking about the procedure and what was going to happen. Chloe missed a lot of what was being said, until he got to the point of the stake.
“Miss Waterhouse is going to be staked on this pole here before she will receive her punishment with the cane. As you can see it is a type three pole, which can be adjusted and raised to the required height for optimal penetration.” He pointed at the pin at the bottom of the smooth cylinder, which held it up around the standing pole.
“The cylinder is almost flat at the top, to avoid any puncturing of the cavity. It’s width is 6 cm, which is not the widest we have, but it’s the first time we use it on such a young person as Miss Waterhouse. This type three is originally intended for women who have given birth and can take in more. This type would have been used if Mrs. Waterhouse was still among us. Now her daughter will have to face this, in accordance with the verdict of the court.” The crowd broke into chattering and Chloe could see how the reporter was at the same time speaking to the people at home to explain this further.

After some more introductions and explanations, the time had finally come for the girl to undress. At age 18 she had never been naked in public before, and to make matters worse, the whole nation could watch her on television. Chloe felt dizzy and trembled all over while she began to take off her prison uniform, carefully helped by the two female guards. As she undressed, the supervisor commented on her appearance, by dryly giving some of her measurements.
“Chloe is 18 years old and fully adult,” he said. “There’s also no doubt about it that she is not a virgin, which is a requirement for undergoing these procedures. I am telling you this just to make sure you understand there’s no injustice being performed here today.”
More chattering in the crowd, but the supervisor continued.
“You’d also like to know that Chloe is 165 cm tall, she weighs 57 kg and she has a cup size D.”
The girl was almost ready to vomit, as the whole presentation was so disgusting. She almost felt like she was admitted to a porn show instead of a judicial procedure. She felt like she was reduced to an object. And when she revealed her breasts to the crowd, the gasps that came from the audience, made her cringe even more. Normally she enjoyed being admired, now it felt like she was constantly abused.

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When the girl was fully undressed, she kept trying to hide her breasts with one arm and cover her pubic area with her other hand. But soon she would be fully revealed, like everybody knew. And there wasn’t anybody who didn’t admire her fit young body, which was without a doubt beautiful. And seeing how she squashed her own breasts against her chest like that, gave many the impression they would be glorious to behold. Others were all too keen to see the small patch of hair on her pubic mount, which her hand didn’t fully cover. And yet others were hoping for a better view of her buttocks. The idea that such a tender flower would soon receive such extreme punishment, was hard to imagine and though it filled a lot of people with disgust, an equal amount were stirred in quite a different way.
Chloe’s father had grunted and wailed several times during her undressing, which to her felt like she was stabbed each time she heard him and was aware of her revealing herself to him as well as all the others. It was of course part of his punishment to have to watch her predicament. And by the sounds of it, punished by it he was.

The female guards retreated and Chloe was now in the hands of the handler, a tall and muscular man who was going to be helping and guiding her through the ordeal. Chloe shivered and hugged herself while she was taken to the pole and stand behind it. Up close it was even more monstrous than before, it’s size incredible and disheartening. Chloe was handed a jar of lubricant and the handler instructed her to use both hands and smear a thick layer of the greasy substance on the smooth top of the pole. The scent of mint came into her nostrils as she scooped some of the lubricant up with her fingers. Her eyes even started to water. This was no ordinary lubricant.
“It will help your muscles relax,” explained the handler, reassuring her that it was all according to regulations. But Chloe was disturbed by the idea of using minted lubricant, as this would undoubtedly make her much more sensitive down there.
Taking her hands off her body, revealed her breasts and the audience seemed pleased to see how well rounded she was and that she hard large areola. Quite sensual how she stood there, all cringing, blushing and staring at the pole in front of her. Her fingers were smearing the gel so carefully around the top of the metal pole, it almost appeared to be tender. She herself however noticed how her long and slender fingers, trembling with dread and anticipation, couldn’t even fit around it. It was a monstrous object, better suited to be used as a bollard in the streets than as an object for intimacy. She also noticed how the top was slightly curved, with rounded edges, shaped like the tip of a baseball bat or something. Now that she thought of it, the thing was as wide as a baseball bat as well.
Down the length of the pole were markings, a scale with numbers. The girl shivered as she realized they would be measuring the depth of penetration. She doubted it could enter her body at all, but seeing the gradient go all the way down was shocking to see.

Two blocks were placed on either side of the pole and she was made to step on them and move in front of the pole. She did so with trembling legs and quivering belly, her back turned towards the crowd. Someone made a sound of disappointment, but there was also a murmur of appreciation for her nice ass. Chloe blushed even deeper and shivered all over.
Looking down her belly, she saw the top of the pole ominously close to her crotch. The handler lifted the cylinder up along the metal pole it had been resting on, until the wide tip reached her pubic mount. She felt the cold metal touching her and quickly leaned back to avoid touching it any further. The handler attached the pin through the bottom of the pole, fixating it at this height.
“Alright,” he then said while getting in front of her, “It’s time to rub your slit against the top of the stake.” He gestured at her to take his hand so she could balance herself while she raised herself on her toes. Then he made her move forward a little, to bring her crotch in touch with the cold metal. She gasped and felt sick with dread. The pole was wide enough to sit on. The metal was cold and slippery though. And when she raised herself on her toes, spreading her thighs a little as well, she pressed herself against the metal object, feeling immediately how her pussy lips were squashed against the hard cold surface.
“Impossible,” she whimpered softly, “it’s too big!”
“You can take it,” said the handler, “just take it slow. Use your other hand to spread your lips, yes, like that… now press yourself against the side of the top, at the back.”
“Ha,” gasped Chloe as she felt the cold metal sliding between her lips and pressing against her vaginal opening. Pulling at her lips helped her spreading wide, until a part of the tip dipped into her opening. She was approaching it at an angle, just as the handler wanted. He told her to push herself against it and wiggle a bit with her hips. The girl complied with trembling legs but felt her vaginal entrance protesting to the width and hardness of the object.
“I can’t,” she wept, tears now dripping from her blinking eyes, falling down her bright red face. Her entire body was shivering visibly.

“The girl is clearly struggling,” said the soft voice behind her. She recognized the voice of the reporter and looking over her shoulder, she noticed how she and the cameraman were very close, filming between her legs how the pole was pressing against her pussy.
“Gah, make them go away,” she wailed. And from the back her father was shouting and cursing, which got him another warning that he should keep quiet or his daughter would receive additional punishment.
Chloe almost lost her balance and in an attempt to stay upright, she leaned against the smooth rounded object. She gave cry as the rounded and slick metal pole forced her vaginal entrance wider open and partially entered her. Her flesh folded around a part of the top. The girl quickly pulled back, removing herself from the intruder. But the handler urged her to try again.
“See, you were almost there already. You can take it in alright, nothing will tear.” He now used his free hand to help her take the right stance, hips slightly tilted, pressing her slit once more against the smooth rim, while helping her keep her balance with his other hand.
“Please no,” the girl cried softly, feeling miserable and afraid. And as she heard the tv crew behind her, she felt even more miserable, since that meant the whole world was watching this.
The handler kept encouraging her and urging her to keep trying. Again and again she pushed her slit against the top of the pole, and each time it seemed to spread her a little wider.
“You don’t want the prosecutor or judge to become impatient,” he explained after she had tried a dozen times but retreated before actual penetration occurred. “If we have to put you on this stake by force, it’s going to hurt a lot more.”
Chloe understood why this would be much worse and so she kept trying to accomplish the impossible. After a couple more attempts, she managed to spread her vaginal entrance wide enough for her lips to reach past the centre of the arched top and suddenly she felt it sliding in.

She was crying of course, saying it hurt so much, and it did. But helped by the handler, she tilted her pelvis, until the first bit of the pole was stuck inside her vaginal entrance. Her muscles were aching from the stretch. At the same time she felt another sensation rising inside her crotch. The minty gel was doing it’s magic on her sensitive membranes, the inner lining of her pussy. It was growing cold at first, but different than the metal felt. Then it started to feel kind of heated. And though it did relax her muscles, it also became a growing burning sensation.
“Ah, please, it’s burning,” she gasped.
“That’s only temporary,” said the handler while he released her hands. “Now, rotate your hips a little, like a little dance with your butt. That will massage your pussy around the stake.”
Chloe carefully tried to follow instruction, whimpering as she felt her pussy now moving around the hard and cold object. And she now also heard a clanking sound as the cylinder moved with her, tapping against the other metal pole inside it. The cylinder was swinging slightly as she moved and she could feel the tremors at the entrance of her pussy. It made the whole experience even more nasty and she shuddered in disgust.
Ever so slowly, her vaginal entrance took in some more and when the girl put her feet next to the pole, with her legs stretched, she could now stand with her feet flat on the blocks. The pole was still only a few centimetres inside her vagina, but to her it felt like an impossible amount. Chloe panted as she stood there, shivering and slowly adjusting to the impossible penetration.

(to be continued)
 
Chloe panted as she stood there, shivering and slowly adjusting to the impossible penetration.

(to be continued)
Very well-written. And hot!
Have to agree with Migoz... well told and written!!!

Imagine Chloe not just having to endure this but being an most unwilling TV star doing so!
 
Imagine Chloe not just having to endure this but being an most unwilling TV star doing so!
It's hard to imagine how that would feel. It's got so many factors: the pain, the shame, the humiliation, the confusion...
 
Slowly she felt her vaginal entrance softening and fitting more easily around the enormous shaft. The terrible ache subsided enough to be able to stop crying and move more easily. Then the handler told her it was time to take in more. She shook her head, but he calmed her down, saying the hard part was over now.
“Your vagina is tight at the entrance but wider inside. You can slip down over it with ease right now. Take your right foot off the block.”
Chloe didn’t quite believe this but she had no choice. Taking his hands again, she stood on one leg, while the supervisor took the block away. The girl gasped when she noticed this and dreaded what was going to happen now. Guided by the handler, she lowered her right foot along the pole, reaching down with her toes, while her vagina slid a little further down the pole. She gasped as she felt the cold and unyielding metal pole rising up inside her, stretching her vagina much deeper.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she gasped and panted, sensing how her vagina got filled both in width and depth. It ached and felt overwhelming in so many ways. Then her toes were firmly on the floor and they made her lift her other foot to pull away the other block. Her left foot also had to reach down onto the stage, making her sink even lower. The girl ended up on her toes with the pole impossibly deep inside her vagina. She really felt like a stuck butterfly now, unable to raise herself even one little bit. It was a sickening feeling.
They lowered a chain above her head and fitted two soft cuffs around her wrists. Chloe whimpered, but the handler explained how it would make it easier for her to keep her balance. When the chain got pulled up, her arms lifted over her head, making it possible for her to support herself a little better on her toes. But just when she figured she might be able to lift herself off the pole, the handler was already busy fitting two more cuffs around her ankles, which were shackled to short chains at the base of the pole. With a whimper she tried to lift herself anyways, pulling herself up with her arms. The sensation of her pussy rising up around the pole was an overwhelming experience, making her gasp and cry. With a grunt she felt her feet coming off the floor, but soon her legs were tightened by the chains cuffed to her ankles and she could not lift herself any further, with still enough of the pole stuck inside her pussy. Disappointed she lowered herself again, reaching down with trembling feet while she gasped at the sensation of the pole driving back into her pussy. Then she found her balance on her toes again and held still, quivering and panting, her body already getting tired from the strain.

The camera zoomed in between her legs, showing where the metal pole disappeared inside her body. The markings were clearly visible and the reporter told the viewers at home how the pole was sticking a full 10 cm into the girl.
“That will give her something to think about, don’t you think? Ten centimetres of unyielding cold metal, a 6 cm wide pole stuck inside this poor girl’s vagina. I bet her father now wishes he had refrained from his criminal activities.” The camera shifted to the back of the room, where her father was leaning against the bars, his face contorted into a mix of disbelief, anger and sorrow.

Chloe began to whimper again when another man got on stage, walking over to her. He was taller even than the handler had been, appearing like a giant to the girl. He was not only taller but also immensely wide and muscular and with his chest bare, he really had the appearance of a brutish wrestler or something. But what got her shaking even more, was the cane he was holding in his hand. A slender wooden stick, 1 cm wide, both flexible and sturdy. He whipped the wooden stick through the air, causing it to make a whooshing sound. The audience grew quiet.

(to be continued)
 
They lowered a chain above her head and fitted two soft cuffs around her wrists. Chloe whimpered, but the handler explained how it would make it easier for her to keep her balance. When the chain got pulled up, her arms lifted over her head, making it possible for her to support herself a little better on her toes. But just when she figured she might be able to lift herself off the pole, the handler was already busy fitting two more cuffs around her ankles, which were shackled to short chains at the base of the pole. With a whimper she tried to lift herself anyways, pulling herself up with her arms. The sensation of her pussy rising up around the pole was an overwhelming experience, making her gasp and cry. With a grunt she felt her feet coming off the floor, but soon her legs were tightened by the chains cuffed to her ankles and she could not lift herself any further, with still enough of the pole stuck inside her pussy.
What a humiliating situation for Chloe! The hard shaft in her sex was nothing like a warm man's erect cock and this is live on TV!!!
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“Miss Waterhouse is firmly staked, as you just witnessed. She is now ready to receive the second stage of her punishment. She will receive a total of twenty strokes from the cane on her buttocks. May this teach the entire Waterhouse family a valuable lesson.”

Chloe cried out and was shifting her position a little, nervously moving her legs while she kept an eye on the massive brute wielding the cane. The stick was flexible, but with a very sturdy appearance, and she had no doubt it would hurt like hell to be smacked by it on her buttocks.
“How can you do this to me?” she exclaimed.
“The convict is hereby warned to refrain from speaking towards the executioner,” said the supervisor, “One more time and we have no choice but to add strokes under the discretion allowed by the verdict.”
Chloe whimpered and bit her lip in order to keep silent, not wanting to add anything to the already insanely amount of strokes she had been condemned to receive. But seeing the executioner, that title alone made her really scared, taking stance diagonally behind her at her left, she whimpered and tears leaped to her eyes.

“The strokes will be divided into four sets of five,” said the supervisor. “We are starting with the first set. When the executioner is ready, please deliver the first stroke.”
The audience held its breath as the cane was raised and then whooshed towards the girl’s trembling buttocks. A loud slapping sound was clearly heard through the entire theatre, followed by a clanking sound emitted by the metal pole in response to her body moving forward. Then there was an ear splitting scream from the girl, who threw her head backwards and arched her back. Her feet began to dance, lifting her feet alternating between left and right, in a desperate attempt to handle the pain from the blow. This however caused her aching pussy to shift around the pole and with a gasp she realized her movements tortured her most intimately. And she had clearly felt how the pole had pinned her for the most part, making it impossible to avoid the blow of the cane. It also had caused her vagina to jerk strongly against the metal object, hurting her inner sanctity with a vicious bite. This was so cruel, she felt her head spin and she gasped for air.

“Second stroke,” said the supervisor, hardly giving her time to recover, and again there was a whooshing sound, followed by the sharp slapping sound of the cane striking the girl’s buttocks.
“AAAAARGH,” she screamed, jerking violently and this time her hips began to rhythmically jerk, almost bucking from the pain radiating through her buttocks. Bright red stripes were forming on her smooth buttocks and everybody was convinced that it hurt like hell. Not to mention the fact that her thrusting movements tortured her own pussy on the immense pole stuck inside of her. Which was extra painful since her flesh was swollen and extremely sensitive from the gel. The girl wailed and shuddered, tears streaming down her face while she tried to control her own movements.

“Third stroke,” said the supervisor.
“Nononono… AAAARGH” cried the girl as she was struck again, her buttocks deforming around the wooden cane as it hit her flesh even harder than before.
“Oh God,” she wailed and in agony she responded by pulling at her arms and lifting her feet up from the ground. Her body rose a couple of centimetres up in the air, leaving only the top part of the pole still inside her vagina, when the chains attached to her ankles stopped her from pulling any higher. Her body was shaking and with a gasp she held herself tightly in this lifted position, her toes curling, her legs and arms trembling. They waited until she would come down again, the executioner wiping his cane with his free hand. When the girls grew too tired to hold herself up any longer, she let herself sink down again, wailing as felt the cold pole slipping back into her vaginal cavity. Cold as the pole was, it burned as if a hot poker was rising up inside her. With trembling legs she placed her toes on the floor with her ankles against the bottom of the pole. She shuddered in horror as this was so much more difficult than she had ever imagined.

“Fourth stroke,” said the voice, sounding through the theatre, quickly followed by a loud slap, a clanking sound and the scream of the girl who was struck again. Her buttocks once more jerked violently, making her pussy dance on top of the pole. Again they waited for the dance to end and the girl to calm down again, though by now she was constantly weeping. The camera zoomed in on her crying face and showed the viewers at home how her tears streamed down her cheeks. When she noticed the camera, she wept even harder while looking into the camera, while uttering a cry of desperation.

The fifth stroke was the hardest so far, deforming her entire buttocks on impact. The clanking sound was now repeatedly heard while the girl jerked violently, screaming while she suffered the terrible pain in her buttocks. Her body was trembling all over and she shook her head, crying out in despair.

“We will take a short break,” said the supervisor, “there is coffee and other refreshments for the audience, one of our serving ladies will come to you shortly.”
During the break, the camera zoomed in on Chloe’s buttocks, showing the five angry red marks crisscrossing her round behind. And between her legs the pole was shown, still 10 cm inside the girl and by now very wet. The girl was clearly leaking and the reporter explained this due to the fact that her strong movements were massaging her vagina quite thoroughly.

(to be continued)
 
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