People’s Mercy

[Doragon]

People’s Mercy​

(Sequel of Justice Derailed)​

For a while society seemed to head back in the right direction, until the neo-fascist populists won the elections. A new government was formed and within two years society was transformed in accordance with party policy. Strict laws were instated against abortion and prostitution, women lost the power to vote and homosexuality was considered severely deviant. Of course they didn’t go back to the mistake of having public corporal punishments, fearing another uprising. The Chloe Waterhouse incident was still fresh in everyone’s mind. Instead they convinced the population that the country was now free of crime. Those that were apprehended and convicted as criminals were either sent to secret rehabilitation centres or, in some rare cases, executed in special prisons, far from the public eye. But people knew of course.

1. Arrest and verdict​

“We have the right to protest!”
“No, you don’t. Those laws were revoked over a year ago.”
“It’s a travesty of justice!”
The girl with the short blue hair was clearly the loudest of the bunch and probably the most angry one. Though they all appeared to be quite angry and the policemen were careful to keep the line. They all remembered what an angry mob of women were capable of.
“Male chauvinist pig!” spat the blue haired girl at the officer standing in front of her, adding more saliva to the already smeared riot shield he was holding.
The order to charge and apprehend the girl with the blue dyed haired was communicated through their earphones. The police officers close to her jumped forward and after pushing the women around her back, they quickly closed around their target and dragged her away from the mob. The line quickly withdrew, as the other women angrily beat the riot shields with sticks. The riot police used their sticks in turn to keep the women at bay.

The girl had fallen and screamed while she tried to protect herself from the blows of the nightsticks. The blows now mostly fell on her outstretched arms and lower legs, which hurt all the same. But at least her torso and head weren’t beaten too much.
“Let go of me, motherfucking bastards!”
The women in front of the line now also charged and tried to get her back from the hands of the pigs, but it was in vain. As the young woman got dragged away from the line by two officers holding her by the wrists, a third was hitting her kicking legs in an attempt to make her stop resisting.
“Stop kicking, you fucking whore,” shouted the officer at her.
“You’re under arrest, give it up,” shouted one of the other officers at her. She shouted a whole bunch of obscenities back at them, but it was useless. Her kicking legs also hit nobody and when they were near the police van, two more officers jumped on her and forced her on her belly on the pavement. The girl grunted and gasped as the officers held her legs tight and pressed her chest brutally against the cold pavement, while her arms were twisted backwards and her wrists were quickly cuffed. Next they dragged her back to her feet and stuffed her into the van. Six other protesters were also stuffed in there before they drove off to the incarceration centre.

“Don’t tell them your name,” she said to the others, who nodded back at her. Some of them were already beaten quite bad and bleeding from mouth and nose. They expected more beatings to follow, which was something they had talked about beforehand. It was a risk they had all been willing to take. They reasoned that they could not really get convicted if their names weren’t known. Which is also why they had removed their fingerprints with fine sanding paper. And none of them had brought their phones with them. Maybe they’d spend a night in jail before they were released, which was all worth it. Or so they thought.

It turned out to have been idle hope. Justice was swift in these cases and the verdict was given only three hours after the women had been arrested. It was a mass trial for thirty women. Most of them were sentenced with a fine. For the blue haired girl an exception was made. She had to spend time in a rehabilitation centre for behavioural adjustment. One month at least, and then until such adjustment had been achieved. It was a mild punishment, according to the guards leading her away. But the young woman knew she was being sent to hell.

 

[JustJJ]

Still working on my illustration for the first part. I’m eager to read more here.

 

[Hugin&Munin]

People’s Mercy​

(Sequel of Justice Derailed)​

For a while society seemed to head back in the right direction, until the neo-fascist populists won the elections. A new government was formed and within two years society was transformed in accordance with party policy. Strict laws were instated against abortion and prostitution, women lost the power to vote and homosexuality was considered severely deviant. Of course they didn’t go back to the mistake of having public corporal punishments, fearing another uprising. The Chloe Waterhouse incident was still fresh in everyone’s mind. Instead they convinced the population that the country was now free of crime. Those that were apprehended and convicted as criminals were either sent to secret rehabilitation centres or, in some rare cases, executed in special prisons, far from the public eye. But people knew of course.

1. Arrest and verdict​

“We have the right to protest!”
“No, you don’t. Those laws were revoked over a year ago.”
“It’s a travesty of justice!”
The girl with the short blue hair was clearly the loudest of the bunch and probably the most angry one. Though they all appeared to be quite angry and the policemen were careful to keep the line. They all remembered what an angry mob of women were capable of.
“Male chauvinist pig!” spat the blue haired girl at the officer standing in front of her, adding more saliva to the already smeared riot shield he was holding.
The order to charge and apprehend the girl with the blue dyed haired was communicated through their earphones. The police officers close to her jumped forward and after pushing the women around her back, they quickly closed around their target and dragged her away from the mob. The line quickly withdrew, as the other women angrily beat the riot shields with sticks. The riot police used their sticks in turn to keep the women at bay.

The girl had fallen and screamed while she tried to protect herself from the blows of the nightsticks. The blows now mostly fell on her outstretched arms and lower legs, which hurt all the same. But at least her torso and head weren’t beaten too much.
“Let go of me, motherfucking bastards!”
The women in front of the line now also charged and tried to get her back from the hands of the pigs, but it was in vain. As the young woman got dragged away from the line by two officers holding her by the wrists, a third was hitting her kicking legs in an attempt to make her stop resisting.
“Stop kicking, you fucking whore,” shouted the officer at her.
“You’re under arrest, give it up,” shouted one of the other officers at her. She shouted a whole bunch of obscenities back at them, but it was useless. Her kicking legs also hit nobody and when they were near the police van, two more officers jumped on her and forced her on her belly on the pavement. The girl grunted and gasped as the officers held her legs tight and pressed her chest brutally against the cold pavement, while her arms were twisted backwards and her wrists were quickly cuffed. Next they dragged her back to her feet and stuffed her into the van. Six other protesters were also stuffed in there before they drove off to the incarceration centre.

“Don’t tell them your name,” she said to the others, who nodded back at her. Some of them were already beaten quite bad and bleeding from mouth and nose. They expected more beatings to follow, which was something they had talked about beforehand. It was a risk they had all been willing to take. They reasoned that they could not really get convicted if their names weren’t known. Which is also why they had removed their fingerprints with fine sanding paper. And none of them had brought their phones with them. Maybe they’d spend a night in jail before they were released, which was all worth it. Or so they thought.

It turned out to have been idle hope. Justice was swift in these cases and the verdict was given only three hours after the women had been arrested. It was a mass trial for thirty women. Most of them were sentenced with a fine. For the blue haired girl an exception was made. She had to spend time in a rehabilitation centre for behavioural adjustment. One month at least, and then until such adjustment had been achieved. It was a mild punishment, according to the guards leading her away. But the young woman knew she was being sent to hell.

A wonderful start to the new story!

 

[Migoz2]

Good to see a sequel!

 

[Doragon]

2. Mercy​

The young female protester, and now convict, was taken to People’s Mercy, one of the most notorious of all rehab centres. Formerly it was a catholic health institute for women suffering from pregnancy out of wedlock. Since Catholicism was banned by the party, as all forms of religion were now prohibited, the institute found a new purpose as a centre for re-educating women.

Each door that closed behind her, sounded like a gate being shut. The girl trembled as she was taken deeper into the massive stone building, to a large room with a single desk. The man behind the desk didn’t even look at her while he filled out the forms necessary to process her arrival in the institute.
“Name?” he said with a nasal tone. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t, even if she wanted to. She was still gagged because of the profanities she had uttered towards the judge that sentenced her. The clerk looked up and nodded when he noticed her inability to speak.
“Jane Doe,” he said while he wrote it down. At the court they also had not bothered to get her name. That was something for the investigation officer who would get that information from her in a few days. There was no hurry.
“Welcome to Mercy,” he said without looking at her again. “Officially called People’s Mercy, but everybody in here calls this place Mercy.” He wrote something down and continued in his nasal tone.
“Mind you, don’t expect any mercy in here unless you behave. Rule number one: do as you’re told. Without question. Everything will turn out fine then.” Next he closed the folder with her papers and put it on a stack of maps at the side of his table.
“Take her to the shower room for processing,” the clerk continued towards the two guards still holding the girl.
“Make sure she becomes decent.”
The two guards nodded as they understood the procedure.
“After cleaning you can take her to cell D23. Appropriate clothes will be made available there.”
He finally looked up at the girl, who stared back at him with narrow eyes. She had a fierce blush on her face and there was some drool on her chin. He shrugged and waved her off with his hand.

The guards turned the girl around and forced her along. She tried to drag her feet, but the strong men made sure she followed along in a steady pace. Upon leaving the large room, they passed a man with an expressionless face. He was dressed in a black uniform with party insignia. The guards briefly bowed their heads towards the man and quickly pulled the girl along. They knew who that was and it was best not to get his attention. Lucius Wayde was an inquisitor of the facility and he was a fervent advocate of the new order.

They passed many doors before they arrived at the shower area. It was a large room, covered with tiles that had been white originally. There was a strong scent of chloride. At the back were half a dozen showers, but there was also a water hose and several metal buckets. On a table near the entrance were bars of soap and unmarked bottles, probably holding shampoo. The towels were neatly stacked at the other end of the table. They looked worn and made of rough material. It was clearly not a spa in here.

“We’re going to remove the gag and cuffs now,” said the guard to her left. “We advise you to behave and refrain from cursing. That will make the cleaning procedure a whole lot easier for all of us.”
The girl trembled with anger but she understood her disadvantage all too well. There was no way she could beat these two men, who were more than a head taller than she was. Besides, she had passed so many locked doors and other guards on the way here, there was little chance of escape.
“I demand female guards,” she protested angrily when the gag was removed.
“Tough luck, we only have male guards here,” said the one on her right side.
“Why would you even bother to ask?” said the first one, “Or are you a lesbo?”
Oh how she would have loved to smack him in the face. But again she controlled herself and just drew in her breath as the cuffs were also removed.
“Okay, now be a good girl and undress.”
“Why the fuck would I do that? So you can rape me?”
“Rape is a serious offense. And so is prostitution.”
“Trying to seduce us will result in punishment.”
The girl emitted a grunt in utter frustration and for a moment she closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe.
“Why then do I need to undress in front of you?”
“Because you need to shower.”
“Can’t you wait outside while I shower?”
The men shook their heads.
“Hurry up or do we have to do it for you?”

 

[Doragon]

3. The shower​

Nathalie drew in air and held her breath as she tried to pull herself together. Inwardly she cursed as she realized she had brought this on to herself. She could have refrained from those anger outbursts. If she had not thrown those street tiles, if she had not set fire to that car, maybe she also would have gotten off easy like the others. Now here she was, in a reform prison. Who knew what happened in here behind closed walls. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was no longer in control of her own life. One look at the guards told her enough: they could do anything with her that they wanted. And suddenly she felt the familiar tingling sensation in her lower abdomen. She groaned silently as she felt betrayed by her own body.
‘Come on girl,’ she silently said to herself, ‘this is not some fantasy.’ She remembered the videos she had watched about women being punished. Especially the video of Chloe Waterhouse, which she had watched countless times over the last year. Horrific as it was, she had often fantasized about it and even masturbated to it. Only to get angry with herself afterwards. Maybe that’s why she was so angry all the time. She just could not accept things like that happening for real.
Again she looked at the guards, who were becoming impatient. Would they do terrible things to her as well? It made her clench. She didn’t want to find out how it would feel to be abused for real. She didn’t want this confrontation with her own perversions. Best not to let them know about any of that. And it was also best not to let anyone know she was a lesbian. That would likely immediately double her time in this institute.


“Come on,” said the left guard, “we haven’t got all day.”
“Let’s toss her on the ground and do it for her,” said the other guard. Nathalie quickly stepped back and shook her head, indicating that she was going to do it herself. She took the hem of her sweater and lifted it up. For the protest she had chosen easy fitting clothes, an old baggy sweater, jeans that were also old and already torn and high fitting comfortable shoes. She pulled the sweater over her head and one of the guard took it from her. Then she went down on one knee to take off her shoes, first one, then the other. She could feel the eyes of the guards on her back. She got up and looked defiantly at the two men. With a tight mouth she took down her pants. Now she only had her underwear to cover herself: slim fitting sportswear, chosen for not hindering any movement, but also because this bra compressed her breasts to avoid getting hurt. And to keep her feminine shape somewhat disguised. She liked to behave and dress like a tomboy. But when she lifted her bra, she revealed full and round breasts, with slightly upturned nipples and large areola. She shivered as she felt goose bumps on her skin and her nipples getting hard. She had always hated her large breasts as they felt and looked obscene. She adored small breasts. Only when her first girlfriend had made her experience how they felt, did she come to terms with herself.
When she looked at the guards, she caught them both staring at her chest. With another shiver she reached down and stepped out of her panties. The gaze of the guards shifted to the small and neatly kept bush below her tight and flat abdomen.

She placed her hands in her sides and confronted the guards with a daring stance.
“Never seen a naked woman before, huh?” she said angrily.
“I’ve seen plenty,” the left guard chuckled, “it’s just that I didn’t expect such sweetness to come out from under your clothes.”
“You know how it is with those feminists,” chuckled the other guard. “always afraid to dress like an attractive woman.”
“Yeah, well, we just don’t appreciate being objectified or harassed,” scoffed Nathalie, only to turn bright red when she realized she had just admitted being a feminist. Judging from the expressions of the guards, they had also noticed.
“Time to get this little hot head cleaned up,” chuckled the left guard. He waved her off to the showers in the back, while the other guard picked up a bucket. Nathalie walked to the shower in the middle and gasped out loud when the ice cold water sprayed down on her.
“Sorry, we only serve cold water here,” chuckled the guard with his hand on the water tap. He turned the water back off when she was wet enough and waited until his colleague approached.
“Take this,” said the man, handing her a brush that looked like something used to scrub the floor.
“What the fuck is this?” she said annoyed while looking at the scrubbing brush in her hand.
“It’s for scrubbing yourself,” replied the guard. Then he placed the bucket next to her and she noticed it was half full with water. A strong scent of chloride came into her nose and she figured the water was mixed with a kind of disinfectant. Not the kind you would want to use for washing your skin.
“Dip the brush in the bucket and scrub your body. Make sure you don’t miss any spot.”

Nathalie went down on one knee and after dipping the brush into the bucket, she rubbed it over her outstretched arm. She grunted as this already hurt. The bristles were hard and stiff and the cleaning solution pricked on her skin.
“This is insane,” she protested.
“Keep going, give yourself a good scrub. All the dirt has to come off.”
“I am not dirty,” she replied, “I showered this morning.”
“Still you stink of sweat,” the other guard told her and he was right, she had been sweating that day. Protesting is heavy business.
The girl resumed to wash herself, gently rubbing her skin with the brush and trying to do it as lightly as possible. But this was clearly not to the liking of the guards.

 

[Doragon]

4. The scrubbing​

“That’s not clean enough.”
“We’ll show you how it’s done.”
The guards grappled the naked woman and worked her to the ground. Nathalie screamed as she was subdued. Her voice went up almost two octaves as she screamed with a piercing sound that echoed in the shower room. One guard held her arms over her head while the other sat on her legs. She squirmed in vain, unable to break free or move out of the way. Both men were at least a head taller than her and much stronger.
“Now let’s get all that filth off you,” grinned the guard who sat on her legs. Apparently he didn’t mind that his uniform was getting wet as well. He held the scrubbing brush in his hand, while he pressed his other hand between her breasts on her chest to push her flat against the ground. After dipping the brush in the chloride solution, he began to scrub her armpits as if he tried to remove a particularly stubborn stain. Nathalie screamed and squirmed, suffering greatly from the harsh scrubbing. Her skin burned as if it was on fire. And after one armpit he took it to her other, giving it the same treatment. Then he scrubbed her arms and shoulders, and everywhere he got to, her skin was glowing with small red dots from the harsh bristles.

“Don’t forget her tits,” said the other guard, who held her arms tightly and kept her pressed to the ground. Nathalie squirmed even harder, fighting with everything she had, but she couldn’t break free. When the brush came down on her breast and started scrubbing as if the thin and sensitive skin had to be scrubbed right off, she screamed and panted in horrible agony.
“No more, no more, please no more!” she screamed. Her breasts were on fire and it hurt so bad, she feared her nipples had been torn off.

The guard finally stopped scrubbing her chest and tossed the brush into the bucket.
“Do you get it now?” said the guard, panting a little as if he had been working very hard. He got up from her legs and the other guard let go of her arms. Nathalie curled up, pressing her hands to her aching breasts, while weeping softly.
“You do the rest yourself now, understand? Or else we will have to give you another scrubbing lesson.”

Nathalie decided it was best to comply. Using the brush she scrubbed her own stomach, which hurt quite a bit, but not as bad as when the guard did it. The other guard offered to do her back for her, since she could not reach it well enough. Sitting on the floor and leaning forward, she endured a fierce back scrubbing.
“You fucking bastards,” she grunted when her back had been turned into a burning red mass. Taking the brush back from the guard she next went to work on her legs, grunting and cursing them while she finished the job. Or she expected to have finished.
“Now between your legs,” said the first guard.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she gasped.
“It’s the dirtiest spot,” said the second guard. He pulled her down on the floor on her back, while the other man spread her legs.
“You are disgusting,” she spat at them as she was positioned quite obscenely with her legs wide. The guard on front of her, took the brush and soaked it well in the cleaning solution.
“I’ll help spread your lips,” he said while he handed the brush back to her. She gasped when he placed his hands on her aching buttocks and used his thumbs to spread her slit wide open. It was a weird sensation and she blushed for the first time after she had undressed herself in front of these men. Being spread open like this, was way more intimate and she felt ashamed. Also because no man had ever seen her like this.

Encouraged by the two men she held the brush between her legs, hovering over her widely spread vulva. She dreaded how painful this was going to be.
“Bastards,” she grunted and then cried out when she pushed the harsh bristles into her most intimate area. With a loud cry of pain she scrubbed her slit, feeling how the stiff bristles tortured her pink flesh and sensitive slit. Especially against her clitoris this was extremely painful.
“You are being way too soft again,” said the guard. He took the brush from her hands and told her to spread herself wide open for him.
“No, please, I will do it myself,” she stammered. But the guards didn’t show mercy this time.

With trembling fingers she pulled her vagina lips wide open. The guard holding the brush nodded at his colleague, who grabbed her arms and held her tightly.
“Keep those lips open, no matter what,” he said. Nathalie whimpered and shook her head in fear. Especially when the man used his thumb first to rub gently against her clitoris, carefully exposing the little knob from its hood.
“No, no, no….” she gasped and then she gave a gut wrenching scream when the brush began to scrub hard into her slit. The brutal scrubbing with the harsh bristles set her slit on fire and her clitoris hurt so bad, she feared it was being cut off. She screamed and squirmed while letting go of her lips and using her hands she began to hit the guard, slapping his face. But the other guard pulled her arms up over her head, put his knees on her arms and then leaned forward to stretched her vulva wide open again. The other guard probed her vagina with his finger to test if she was a virgin and when she wasn’t, he pressed the end of the brush against her slit. The girl screamed in fear when she felt the end of the brush pushing against her vaginal opening. Her sex exploded in agony when the guard began to wiggle and push with the brush, slowly pushing it into her tight vagina. She wasn’t a virgin, but still very tight. Her pussy got spread wide open and the harsh bristles dug into her inner walls. Then the guard began to fuck her with the brush, resulting in an internal scrubbing of her vagina. The girl almost vomited in agony and was shaking all over while she endured the brutal rape.

 

[Doragon]

5. The cell

“You said you wouldn’t rape me,” sobbed Nathalie once it was over. She had curled up into a ball after they had used the hose on her to wash off all the cleaning solution. The cold water was extra painful on her inflamed skin.
They didn’t answer her complaint but instead pulled her to her feet and used a rough towel on her burning skin to dry her off. She was still shaking when they put cuffs on her, running a chain from her wrists to her ankles. They pulled her out in the hallway, still naked and looking all red and sore.
“Where are you taking me?” she said with a small voice and chattering teeth.
“We’re bringing you to your cell,” replied the second guard from behind her. She walked along with small steps, severely hindered in her movements by the cuffs. They went down the hallway and then through a door. Nathalie stopped and gasped. The large room was like a recreational room, with tables, chairs, a tennis table and some exercise machine. There were at least thirty men here.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, “I am naked!” She tried to hide her body from the many men now staring at her, but she could only cover her crotch with her cuffed hands.
“Don’t worry,” said the guard who pulled at her chain to drag her along. “This is section C, the gay ward. All these men are poofs.”
“Oh God,” groaned Nathalie. Not that she didn’t understand she had nothing to fear from these men if they were gay. It was just that the whole idea of an entire section of this reform institute being dedicated to homosexuality, made her cringe. No doubt they were trying to ‘cure’ these men from their sexual orientation, which the party considered a disease for society. She dreaded to think about the methods they were using for that. Especially since she herself was gay. Ever since she was a child she had always preferred to hang out with other girls. She had never fallen in love with any guy and only had two relationships with other women. Currently she was single, but that was mostly because she wanted to focus entirely on the revolution, as she called it.

After a long walk across the recreational room of C-section and several hallways after that, they finally reached the D-wing of the facility.
“Who are you holding here?” she asked with a soft voice.
“Political deviants,” said the guard, “this is going to be your home for a couple of weeks.”
“If you’re lucky,” said the other guard.

They reached a cell door marked D23. The cell was open and Nathalie was guided inside. The room was small and ugly. All the tiles had been removed from the walls, leaving only smooth concrete. There was a fixed bunk at the wall. And there was a simple metal toilet without seat. On the bunk was a neatly folded green shirt. They removed her chains and told her to put on the shirt. The fabric was course and was very uncomfortable on her enflamed skin. She also noticed it barely reached over her ass, so she was still feeling naked.
“Don’t I get anything else?” she inquired with indignation.
“No, this is all for now. Anything else you need to earn.”
“Earn how? Oh, you mean I have to give you favours?”
“On the contrary,” replied the guard with a look of disgust on his face, “trying to seduce us is not a favour but a reason for penalties.”
“I am not..” she began with a raised voice.
“Have a nice stay,” said the guard, breaking her off. They left and locked the door, leaving her alone in the small cell. She screamed and kicked the door in frustration.
“Motherfuckers!” she screamed. But nothing else happened and there was no further attention to her.
She sat down on the bunk, wincing as her butt felt sore. Her skin was also still aching, so she took the shirt off and curled up on the bunk, trying to find a position that hurt less. The tears soon came and she wept in misery. She had heard these reform houses were bad, but nothing had prepared her for this. It was something she could never have imagined. And there was indeed, like she had feared already, nothing exciting about having been abused like this for real.

For two days she was left alone. Twice a day she got food on a tray. In the morning she got sandwiches. At least, she assumed it was morning, which was hard to tell without any window or light from outside. In the evening she got a tray with mashed potatoes and vegetables. She also received a bucket of water once a day, with a washcloth, so she could wash herself. The water once more stank of chloride and after two days of washing herself with it, she began to feel an itch all over her body. The redness of the scrubbing disappeared fortunately, as did the pain, but being all itchy and dry skinned, also wasn’t fun. She asked for some cream for her skin, but nobody ever answered her questions.

The thing she regretted most, was what happened to her hair. The aggressive cleaning solution fucked with the blue dye and she noticed how her hair was returning to the original dull brown colour. She realized that had been the purpose all along. She needed to shed her own skin and become a dull acceptable submissive female, like the party wanted all women to be. From this realization came fits of anger, weeping sessions and despair. And finally she spend half a day pacing up and down her little room, cursing silently and trying to remain sane.

 

[Doragon]

6. Interrogation​

“What’s your name?” asked the man in the black uniform.
“What’s yours?” she replied defiantly. She held her arms and legs crossed.
“A woman should not sit with her legs crossed,” he said while shaking his head.
“I don’t care what you think,” she replied with an expression of disgust.
The interrogation officer gestured at the guard behind the girl, who stepped forward and hit her thigh with his nightstick.
“Ah!” she screamed while clutching her sore leg. “What are you doing? Are you insane?”
“Legs parallel,” said the interrogator. “And put your arms on the armrests.”
The girl jumped to her feet and gave the interrogator a middle finger, which resulted in a whole series of blows from the guard. He hit her on her shoulders, arms, lower back and hips while she cowered screaming until she was on the floor. The interrogator then held up his hand to stop the guard and told the girl to get up and sit down again. Other than that he had not moved and remained seated, fully in control of the situation.
“We are no monsters,” he said while the girl sat down trembling. “But in order to help you, we need complete obedience.”
“What do you mean, help me?” she groaned, rubbing the sore spots on her body. She was certain there would be bruises later on.
“We want to help you to become a good citizen and a decent woman,” replied the interrogator.
“To me that means stand up for justice,” she said firmly, “and oppose female oppression”.
“As a woman you have to learn to obey,” he explained after shaking his head. “But maybe you really don’t understand this yet.”
“All I know is that you’re a motherfucking asshole,” she replied.
“I can see this is going to take a while,” sighed the man. “But that’s alright, we have time.”
Nathalie crossed her arms again, but when the guard threatened to hit her again, she quickly unfolded her arms and placed them on the armrests of the uncomfortable wooden chair. Her legs were kept parallel but she feared her shirt didn’t cover her well enough and to avoid her pussy from being visible, she pressed her thighs closely together.

Lucius Wayde always performed his tasks with determination. He would stop at nothing to get immoral women back in line and secure the future of this great nation. He knew this one was going to be a tough nut to crack, but crack she would. In the end they all did.
For two hours he kept repeating his question, after which he kept silent for about 5 minutes. Each time the girl folded her arms or crossed her legs, the guard hit her with the night stick. Her objections and curses were ignored, as were her questions. And after a while the girl clearly got nervous. Sweat was forming on her brow and she could be seen shifting in her seat. The interrogation was affecting her, but not in the way it normally was. She didn’t seem scared or anything. She was concerned about something else. Lucius didn’t know what it was yet, but he would find out.
“Take her back to her cell,” he said when the interrogation got no other results. “We’ll continue our fascinating conversation tomorrow.”

Only when Nathalie got back to her cell, did she allow herself to vent her feelings.
“Fuck!” she cried out while kicking her bunk. A shiver ran down her spine and she folded her arms tightly around herself. Another shiver as she realized how scared she actually had been. But then there was also something else. She clenched her thighs together and felt the wetness in her crotch, as well as the constant tingling sensation in her lower abdomen. She had been aroused, despite her fear. Or maybe because of her fear? She drew in her breath and had another shiver. It was difficult to come to terms with this strange situation. Especially since she wasn’t attracted to the man in black at all. Or the guard. She didn’t feel men were attractive, she liked girls. Always had. So why did this excite her in a way?

Lucius had noticed the wet spot on the chair when the girl had left. Since she didn’t have any underwear and her shirt was so short, it was obvious the stain had originated from her sex. And since it wasn’t urine either, it was obviously what some would call ‘pussy-juice’. An interesting detail. Scared women remained dry as a desert, was his experience. Angry women as well. So this girl had something else going on…


(Not sure actually, if fear or anger makes a woman dry or wet. I know strong emotions can cause a man to become erect – this is something we share with monkeys. Is it the same for women? Do women get wet when they are raped? Questions, so many questions…)

 

[JustJJ]

I know this is fantasy and we of course don’t condone this scenario in real life, but perhaps I can answer some questions here. I relate to this character a lot as someone who believes in equity and justice, but who also has strong kinky feelings. For me, it comes from the thought process presented in the Christian belief system: not only that martyrdom has benefits in heaven and to spread the word, but that Jesus was able to suffer in the place of sinners. I’m no longer a Christian and I’m an atheist now. But the trauma lingers and so does the arousal.

Fear, anger, and pain can all make a vagina wet. I think it’s a defense mechanism because rape is an ancient form of violence. It’s horrific but the body can still orgasm during rape, even if the victim is not enjoying it. Arousal is a complex physical reaction, and it doesn’t necessarily align with pleasure or the logical mind. I once had a woman confess to me that she yells at customer service workers when she gets horny. It was a power trip that contributed to her arousal.

That being said, I don’t think it would be uncommon at all for the seat to be left wet during a pants-free interrogation, especially involving a beating. It doesn’t mean she’s enjoying it at all, it just means the body is trying to prepare for the worst.

 

[JustJJ]

P. S. The vaginal organ has very thin skin so being raped with a harsh scrub brush would almost certainly make the victim bleed.

 

[Doragon]

I know this is fantasy and we of course don’t condone this scenario in real life,

I fully agree and this story is not only intended to feed our kinks, but also to remind us that terrible things are happening even now in places in the world.

but perhaps I can answer some questions here. I relate to this character a lot as someone who believes in equity and justice, but who also has strong kinky feelings. For me, it comes from the thought process presented in the Christian belief system: not only that martyrdom has benefits in heaven and to spread the word, but that Jesus was able to suffer in the place of sinners. I’m no longer a Christian and I’m an atheist now. But the trauma lingers and so does the arousal.

I've read a lot about the possible origins of kinks and there's a whole range of possible explanations. I expect it is never just one thing and it also differs between individuals. What I am going for in this story, is a girl who has not come to terms with her kinks and since she is confronted with them in a hazardous environment, they will probably also not develop any further. Simply because there's no safety, kindness and love to develop this part of herself.

Fear, anger, and pain can all make a vagina wet. I think it’s a defense mechanism because rape is an ancient form of violence. It’s horrific but the body can still orgasm during rape, even if the victim is not enjoying it.

I realized this while I was writing that part and rewrote it several times. In the end I left it like this, because I wasn't sure. And also because it is the mind of Lucius we see here and he's a moron.

Arousal is a complex physical reaction, and it doesn’t necessarily align with pleasure or the logical mind. I once had a woman confess to me that she yells at customer service workers when she gets horny. It was a power trip that contributed to her arousal.

Human sexuality is really amazing.

That being said, I don’t think it would be uncommon at all for the seat to be left wet during a pants-free interrogation, especially involving a beating. It doesn’t mean she’s enjoying it at all, it just means the body is trying to prepare for the worst.

Agreed. And it would be normal for Nathalie to feel confused about that. Or at least, that's how I am writing this.

 

[Doragon]

P. S. The vaginal organ has very thin skin so being raped with a harsh scrub brush would almost certainly make the victim bleed.

I had not realized that, but it's likely true. It's hard to write realistic about something I do not possess or ever have experienced first hand. Thinking about childbirth and seeing some porn, gives the impression of a vagina being indestructable.

I'd like to add that I often follow my own kinks and excitement, even when it is completely unrealistic. For instance, I love stories that involve cervix penetration, though in real life that would only result in lifethreatening injuries. I can't help myself - fantasizing about it arouses me.

 

[JustJJ]

Thank you for your responses! Excellent work, looking forward to more!

 

[Doragon]

7. NRBN​

“The National Radio Broadcasting Network presents a discussion with professor Lou Dicrous on the current situation. Welcome professor Dicrous, can you tell us what your take is on the increasing protests in various cities?”
“Certainly, it’s quite obvious to be honest. These are the last remnants of a system that’s been breaking down for decades. Decadence brought down the Roman Empire, it was also threatening our society. Luckily we had the Party to restore democracy to its true meaning. But not everyone understands this and those who are corrupted by perversion, often influenced by foreign influences, are now being flushed out of their hiding places.”
“So you are saying the Party kind of welcomes these protests in the sense that we now finally see who is corrupt and who is not?”
“Exactly. Sometimes society needs a purge.”
“You say the Party restored democracy to its true meaning. Can you elaborate on that?”
“Democracy doesn’t mean anyone can say anything and everybody rules over everybody else. That’s just chaos and anarchy. True democracy is a type of government for the people, by the people. The Party is elected because it knows what the people truly need. The Party knows the people because it IS the people.”
“But these women, saying they want their rights back, don’t they have a point when they say we are bringing them back to the Dark Ages?”
“Certainly not. The Party has not taken anything from them, they have given them their rights back, something they lost in the confusion of consumerism and decadence. A woman should follow her nature and focus on the things that are rightfully hers, which is the right to bear and raise children.”

“Fuck you!”
“Miss, you can’t come in here, we’re in the middle of a broadcast…”
- noises of a skirmish, more female voices shouting –
“What do we want?”
“Freedom!”
“When do we want it?”
“Now!”
“Free Nathalie now!”
“Miss, you are being silly. There’s no point in showing your breasts. This is radio….”

“We interrupt this broadcast. Apparently some angry women have broken into our studio. Security is dealing with that at the moment. We hope we can continue the fine conversation with professor Dicrous at a later point.”

“Breaking news. Earlier members of the Women Liberation Front stormed the NRBN studio to interrupt the broadcast of a conversation with esteemed professor Dicrous. The women were very unruly and misbehaving. The professor is uninjured but has declared he was shocked at the behaviour of these women. Especially the fact that they threw used tampons at him has shocked him. He declared his hope for a quick response from the government.”

 

[Doragon]

8. Nathalie​

The second day of interrogation went a little different. Nathalie had committed herself to keeping her mouth completely shut this time and avoid getting hit with a nightstick. The bruises from the previous day had convinced her it was best to avoid any more blows. But when she entered the interrogation chamber, things immediately went different. There were two guards this time and the inquisitor instructed her to undress before she sat down. She folded her arms, pressed her mouth tight and shook her head.
“No fucking way,” she huffed when the interrogator repeated the request. He gestured at the guards and a quick skirmish followed, which resulted in the girl being forcibly undressed despite her screaming and struggling. She ended up completely naked and pressed down into the chair, face flushed and trembling in anger. They also threatened to beat her when she tried to cover herself, which she avoided by sitting down in the proper position, arms on the armrests and legs straight.
“Name?” asked the inquisitor, repeating the question he had been asking her again and again the previous day. The girl refused to answer while blushing all the way down to her chest, mouth tight and visibly trembling.

Three more times Lucius repeated the question, each time waiting in vain for her to answer while watching her response closely. The blushing was of course obvious, but he noticed how she kept shifting in her seat and her nipples were tightening into little knobs. He also noticed how her abdomen seemed to tighten now and then, as if she was clenching. Was this fear? Anger? Or was there something else going on?
Nathalie was angry alright. This was all a great injustice done to her and she was mad about being forced to sit here naked in front of these three men. But what upset het most, was the inner struggle she had, the conflicting feelings that plagued her. There was a constant tremor inside, a most annoying sensation of excitement. She could feel it in her lower abdomen as she clenched her lower muscles. She was sexually aroused and she despised herself for it. This was a betrayal of herself and it was opposite of everything she believed in. These men were the enemy. This situation was unacceptable. So how could this excite her at the same time? It was infuriating.

“What the fuck?” she suddenly exclaimed when the guards approached her and tied leather straps around her wrists, fastening her arms to the armrests.
“Let go of me, morons!” she added and tried to kick with her legs when the guards also tried to fasten her ankles to the front legs of the chair she sat on. There was a short struggle, which she lost and she ended up tied in place. She desperately tried to keep her thighs closed, but having her ankles spread like that meant she could not close her knees fully.

“Final chance,” said the inquisitor, “what’s your name?”
The girl pressed her lips tight and looked up at the ceiling. At her right side a guard stepped forward, drawing her gaze to what he was holding in his hand. Her eyes went wide as she didn’t quite recognize the object, but it looked frightening. A stiff rod with a leather triangle attached to the tip. He directed the leather tip to her right nipple.
“Wait, what are you doing?” exclaimed the girl while she twisted her upper body in an attempt to avoid the cool touch of the leather tip. The other guard stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders to pull her back up straight.
“What? No, wait…” she cried out, struggling in vain while the flogger was raised.
“AAH,” she cried out in a high pitched voice when the flogger hit her right nipple with force. Her body danced in the chair, held down by the straps and the strong hands of the second guard. The flogger was raised again and hit her left nipple. Again she screamed and squirmed.
“Name?” said the inquisitor calmly.
“Fuck off!’ she screamed and then cried out as her nipples both got hit repeatedly.

After a dozen hits on both nipples, her breasts were aching and her nipples felt like they were on fire. The girl fought against her tears and despite the fact she was relieved she no longer felt excited, this was equally terrible. She felt humiliated, powerless and deeply ashamed. Then the inquisitor shocked her with his next question.
“Your name is Nathalie, right?”
She looked back at him with big eyes, but quickly tried to recover and hide her surprise.
“No, what makes you think that?” she replied defiantly.
The inquisitor held up a photograph. On it was a demonstration of women holding up signs that said ‘Free Nathalie’. She recognized some of the girls – her friends. The girl groaned and shook her head. This was a clear fuck-up.

“Tomorrow we will continue,” said the inquisitor while the guards released her cuffs. She cupped her sore breasts as she listened to him continuing.
“There are several questions I need answered,” he said. “I need to know your full name. And then I need the full names of the girls leading this protest movement. Depending on your answers the interrogation will go smoothly or not. Refusal to answer will result in a particularly painful treatment of your breasts. You got a little taste of that today, but tomorrow will be much worse. So think about it and carefully choose your attitude tomorrow.”

 

[Doragon]

9. Conflicting emotions

Nathalie felt conflicted and confused. How could she have gotten aroused in that interrogation chamber? The beating during the first interrogation most certainly did not arouse her. She winced as she rubbed the bruises she still had on her body. And then today, they had lashed at her breasts, on her nipples. That had not excited her at all, which was a relief. So why did she feel aroused before and after? With her hand under her shirt she felt the still sensitive areas where they had struck her. It made her shiver as she was way more sensitive now than normal. But she realized it had not hurt as much as she had expected. It was more the shock that they struck her breasts, such an intimate place, than that it actually hurt. So, was it not that bad after all? No, it was terrible!
She didn’t want to have feelings of excitement, not here, not now. It was so much better to hate the pain than to enjoy it. Besides, she could never enjoy it under these circumstances. Those men were horrible. And the pain was truly her enemy right now. What if they made her talk and betray her friends? How much could she endure? That was the question really and it kept her up all night.

The next day was marked by the provision of breakfast. She ate the sandwiches despite the nervous knot in her stomach. When would they come to get her for the interrogation? And what would they do to her to get their answers? She assumed they would lash at her breasts again, like they had done the previous day. It made her clench in anticipation and again she wondered why she was getting wet at the very idea of being struck on her breasts? Maybe she was masochistic. She tentatively pinched her nipple, wincing as that hurt. And no, it did not excite her. The whole situation did not excite her. It frightened her more than anything else. Or it made her angry, everything made her angry. The political situation, their treatment of her, this cell, those men, her own physical response to the treatment… She felt like she could burst.

For hours nothing happened, nobody came to her cell, she wasn’t visited or fetched for interrogation. The waiting was aggravating and she regularly got to her feet to pace her small cell up and down. In frustration she sometimes screamed. To vent off steam she did some exercises. That helped a little and finally she realized this was all part of the torture. Of course they kept her waiting. With a deep sigh she sat down on her bunk and tried to calm her emotions. She should not let them get to her like this.

With breathing exercises she tried to focus and come up with a plan. How to steel herself against those men? First of all she was determined not to give them what they wanted. She would not betray her friends, no matter what. She would not show them her frustration and anger anymore. She would become indifferent to what they did to her. Yes, she would become like a stone. Nothing they could do to her would bring her down.

 

[Doragon]

10. Breast torture​

Nathalie was bound in the chair, naked and shivering. They had finally come for her and now she was sitting here, she wasn’t so brave anymore. What were they going to do to her? She had been determined not to break, right up to the point when they came for her. And now?

The girl gasped when the guards brought a wooden contraption to her. They had fastened her wrists at the sides of the chair so the armrests could now be used to fit the wooden structure on, which appeared to be a kind of table. But in order to fit it properly, they had to lift up her breasts and place them on the board, after which it got pushed tightly against her chest. With clamps the board was then fastened so it didn’t move if she pressed herself forward. The tight space left for her chest made it hard to breath and her breasts quivered as fish on dry land.
After the guards stepped away, the inquisitor came up to her. He unceremoniously handled her breasts like they were pieces of meat, making sure they were positioned properly on the wooden plank. Nathalie was fighting with her emotions. She was trembling in both anger and fear.

“Name?” asked the man in the black uniform. The girl shook her head, but whimpered when he picked up a paddle from his desk. The paddle was made of wood, a flat plank, sturdy and unyielding. She stared at it with big eyes.

“Name?” he asked again and the girl shook her head, pressing her lips tight with tears in her eyes. The inquisitor struck the girl on her left breast and she grunted as that obviously hurt. He struck her again on her other breast and the girl grunted even louder. She jerked hard with her upper body, but had nowhere to go. The whole chair shook under her attempts to pull away.

“Name?” the man repeated while he repositioned her breasts, which had shifted slightly because of her struggling. She whimpered but shook her head. The inquisitor now struck her breasts several times, rapidly striking left and right, making the girl cry out in pain.

“Motherfucking bastards!” she screamed, both breasts really aching now. Again she had struggled hard and it had caused her breasts to shift again. They did mostly stay on the plank, but the lower parts had worked themselves between her chest and the board.

The inquisitor gestured at the guards, who stepped forward with a round stick and two clamps. After pulling her breasts from between her body and the board, they placed the rod over her breasts. One of them pulled her breasts forward by her nipples, making her scream again, while the other pushed the rod down, as close to her chest as possible. The girl cried out while her breast got squeezed into two swollen masses stuck between the rod and the board. Then the guards used clamps to fix the rod to the plank and by tightening those, they caused her breasts to be squeezed even tighter. She cried out in pain and horror and wept as she looked down at her breasts. They looked like two bulging balls, the skin very tight and angry red from the strokes with the paddle. The pain was enormous now and tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Name?” asked the inquisitor again, coming up to her with the paddle. The girl retched in fear but still shook her head. When the paddle hit on her swollen breasts, she screamed in agony and terror. That didn’t make him stop and he struck her several times in a row, carefully dividing the blows on each breast. The skin became dark red now, almost blue. Nathalie screamed and jerked in absolute agony.
“Please!” she screamed and looked up in despair. Her face was wet with tears, snot and saliva.

“Name?” the man asked in the same tone as before, apparently unmoved by her predicament.
“Nggg… aaah… noo!” she cried, desperately trying to stay defiant.

The inquisitor looked annoyed for the first time as if he had expected the girl to be less stubborn and give up by now. Going back to his desk he picked up two metal clamps. And returning to the girl he put the clamps on her nipples, first her left, then her right, tightening the screws until she screamed in agony. Her nipples were painfully flattened between the metal teeth of the clamps and the girl retched in despair. But still she didn’t speak.

Several more blows on both breasts with the paddle still didn’t have the result they wanted, despite the fact that the girl was slowly turning into a miserable wrack. She sobbed constantly, begged and pleaded for mercy, retching, coughing and weeping in despair. Her breasts turned purple, bruised and swollen, undoubtedly aching real bad. But still the girl shook her head when asked for her full name.

Next the inquisitor took two large nails, which he placed on the board in front of her. Each nail was at least 10 cm long. He then also dropped a hammer on the board. The girl wailed in despair when he picked up one of the nails and placed the sharp point of it against the swollen skin of her left breast.
“Noooo,” she wept and her body was shaking all over. The man slowly picked up the hammer, while holding the nail against her breast.
“Nathalie…” she wailed, “Nathalie Woods…. that’s my name… please…”

 

[JustJJ]

Excellent description of breast torture. You’re doing a great job with the buildup and anticipation, too. Love it.

 

[Doragon]

Excellent description of breast torture. You’re doing a great job with the buildup and anticipation, too. Love it.

Thank you very much, I hope to get it right in upcoming scenes as well.