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THE PUBLIC PUNISHMENT PART 1

The Public Punishment Part 1 linemstr@aol.com


         The cell was stark and dim.  Cindy was terrified and totally

         alone.  Her world ended at the concrete wall just beyond the bars

         which stared daringly at her and mocked her terror.  She was

         considered beautiful..short black hair, blue eyes, a pert nose,

         thick, red, moist lips.  Her body was covered from shoulders to

         ankles in the standard dress for the women, a sheer white long

         tunic with a leather belt.  Although her feminine assets could be

         partly hidden by arranging the folds of the tunic just so, it was

         obvious that her breasts were full and firm, her waist narrow, her

         hips and ass trim and well-rounded.  Her legs were very long and

         well-tapered and her ankles thin.  Arranging the folds

         appropriately to hide her charms was difficult, because her hands

         had been tied behind her and attached to a metal ring in back of

         the leather belt which cinched her waist.  She trembled at the

         possibilities which raged through her mind.  

         

              In her early 30s, Cindy was still unmarried, but no stranger

         to sex.  She had been reared in a rather modest home, and was not

         accustomed to performing "unnatural" sex acts, or even having sex

         more than once or twice a year...and never in the light...and never

         with anyone "experienced."  In fact, she really was too ashamed of

         her voluptuous body and the feelings which it aroused within her to

         allow herself to actually enjoy sex at all.

         

              She had been drugged and captured in a parking lot only two

         days earlier.  She had awakened to find her expensively tailored

         business attire had been removed by unknown persons, and she found

         herself naked under the tunic which she now wore.  cindy shuddered

         as she realized that she had no idea whose eyes had feasted on her

         nudity.  She wondered what liberties had been taken during her

         period of unconsciousness.

         

              She had no idea exactly where she was, but she knew she was at

         the mercy of a cult of sex slavers.  Cindy had been "given" to one

         of several "trainers" whose job seemed to be to train new captive

         girls in the codes of conduct expected by their captors.  She had

         steadfastly refused the most basic demands of her new slave

         trainer.  Such refusals, she had been sternly warned, would bring

         unmentionable punishments.

         

              Her refusals had resulted in her being bound and placed into

         her cell to await trial.  TRIAL...a JOKE!!  Her only role in the

         "trial" was to be taken for sentencing after judgement had been

         decided.  

         

              Her mind began to reflect on the events earlier in the day. 

         After refusing the demands of her trainer, her hands were bound,

         and she was thrown into the care of a cadre of other female

         "trustees."  They promptly took the hapless captive into a

         "preparation chamber where her hands were freed, and she was told

         to strip naked.  She again refused.  Her hands were rebound behind

         her, and the sheer tunic was crudely ripped from her body.  She was

         examined and her ravishing sexuality was carefully described in the

         most vulgar of terms.

         

              "Look at what lovely tits she has...milky white!"

         

              "Yes, but the nipples are a bit pale.  We'll have to give them

         a bit of color, don't you think?"

         

              "Of course, but that'll be easy.""

         

              "Look how flat her tummy is, and what a neat bush of pussy

         hair she has.  Pity she can't keep it."

         

              At that remark, Cindy shuddered.  The prospect of having her

         pussy shaved nude and completely exposed was beyond her

         comprehension.  However, she quickly decided that the smart thing

         to do for now was to remain silent.

         

              "Her legs are so long and slim.  Look how there is a small

         triangle at the top, even when her legs are touching at her knees!! 

         You can see her cunt through it ever so clearly!"

         

              I bet you can see her cunt from the rear when she bends over. 

         Let's see!"

         

              Cindy was embarrassingly forced to keep her knew together as

         she was bent forward at the waist.  Her face was beet red. 

         

              "Look!  You CAN see her cunt through her legs.  Isn't her ass

         a beauty?  Her cheeks are SOOO tight and firm.  And her ASSHOLE--

         its so-so-so TIGHT and PUCKERED!  Makes me want to LICK it here and

         now!!"

         

              At that, the hapless captive stood straight up and howled.

         

              "NOOOOOOOO--you mustn't do that .  It's-it's-INDECENT to do

         things like that to a girl--especially by other girls!!"

         

              "Far worse than that'll be done to you before they're through

         with you, for sure."  

         

              With that, they untied her hands from the back, and retied

         them to a hook in front which was attached to a pulley system

         hanging from the ceiling.  Her feet were shackled to two widely-

         spaced rings in the floor.  Then one of the tormentors tightened

         the rope against the pulley.  Cindy's hands were drawn high and 

         tight against her shackled ankles, so that her chest, abdomen,

         legs, and loins were stretched taught.  The position was racking,

         but quite effective.  Cindy's pussy lips were gaping wide and her

         clit pertly protruded out of its hooded sheath as if to take a peek

         past the clouded veil of false protection of the soft, dark pussy

         hair.  Cindy knew she would die of shame, but her struggles to

         cover her most intimate parts were useless.  She then remembered

         that the only ones to see her helpless spectacle so far were the

         three female "trustee" slaves.  SO FAR!!  She panicked anew when

         she realized that her predicament rendered her helpless and totally

         available to the gaze and desires of ANYONE who might decide to

         walk into the room!!  The thought brought renewed futile struggles

         against her bonds.  Cindy finally abandoned all hope of changing

         her position, and awaited her fate with silent outrage.

         

              The preparation was at once both sensual and humiliating.  She

         was bathed head to toe with sponges of soap and water.  The bathing

         was slow and methodical.  The slaves spent time gently caressing

         her breasts and nipples with the sponges.  As the sponges moved

         slowly lower, the captive girl felt her breathing quicken and her

         muscles stiffen.

         

              "PLEASE!  Not my PUBIC area!!"

         

              "What do you call it, slave?" asked one of the bathers.

         

              "M-my pubic area."

         

              "I call it your CUNT!  SAY it!"    

         

              "That's so VULGAR! I can't!"

         

              "SAY IT!!"

         

              "M-m-my c-cunt.  Oh. OOOOOOOOHHHH NOOOOO!! PLEASE DON'T WASH

         ME TH-TH-THHHHEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRREAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! 

         

              The taught captive was pleading, panting, sweating, and

         totally without composure.  The onslaught continued until the

         bathers were satisfied.  

         

              It took a long, long time!

         

              As a last indignity, the bathers completely shaved off all 

         pussy hair from the captive girl.  They were kinder now.  they

         avoided stimulating the clit at all, but in the process of putting

         on the shaving cream, shaving, and cleaning after, "accidental"

         stimulation would occasionally occur, bringing spontaneous

         struggles and pleading from the captive.  After perfuming, doing

         the captive's hair, and dressing her in a new tunic similar to her

         first one, the "trustees" took Cindy's hands down and again tied

         them behind her back, attaching them to the new leather belt which

         again cinched her waist.  Her feel were unshackled, and she was led

         to her cell where she now awaited the pronouncement of her

         sentence.

         

              As she awaited her fate, the sexual novice was aware of her

         freshly-rouged nipples which were now standing erect because of the

         stimulation of the tunic which partly covered them.  She was

         painfully aware of her pussy--now shaved and totally exposed in a

         way ever bit as shameful as she had imagined, and covered only by

         the careless folds of the sheer tunic.  But mostly, Cindy had

         become aware of a new and more terrifying feeling--a feeling worse

         than just being bound and helpless and totally exposed.  It is the

         awareness of being powerless to do anything but endure whatever

         sensation anyone might wish to inflict!  Defenses are abandoned. 

         Sensitivities are heightened.  Time looses meaning.  The rebellion

         of the mind and body mean nothing.  Desperate efforts to remove the

         offensive stimulus mean nothing.  One must simply endure totally

         without control.  A girl in such a predicament is Totally sexual!

         Totally pain! Totally ticklish! All tits, pussy! Totally female!

         Totally helpless! TOTALLY VULNERABLE!!  Cindy wondered which was

         worse, the sentence itself, or her anticipation of the sentence.  

         Somehow, she knew that the preparation was nothing compared to what

         awaited her.  Her darkest fantasies could not begin to grasp the

         insults to her secret senses which would be her sentence.



                                           Continued in Part II




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