Hans Meijer - The slave girl

"Yes, sir. We will benefit from your training. We are sorry we were naughty girls."

"I am sure you are. By the way, I understand you have origins in high places in the United States?"

"Yes, sir. Millions would be paid as ransom for our release and delivery. No one really wants us in this prison."

"Indeed! That sounds suspiciously like an offer to bribe?"

"We are sorry, sir. We are bad girls who do not know…"

"We will endeavour to teach you. I will have you taken direct from this office to the punishment room. You may stay there several days. A night standing in the stocks is most helpful."

"Of course, sir. Thank you."

"Er… this matter of millions… you mentioned?"

"The Planet Corporation, on Mr. Assef Aslam, sir."

"Well, well! Aslam is an honoured name. What is your relationship?"

"I am his slave, sir."

"Interesting! And on your return…?"

"He would have me whipped, sir, for being such a nuisance."

"But you love him?"

"Oh yes, sir. He is my Master."

"Hmmmmm, most unusual. Well, at least, we can have you whipped here. But the love…!" He turned to Corey. "Your father's name is known. But you are also the slave of our highly esteemed Mr. Burdett?"

"Yes, sir. He desires my release."

"Did he ever whip you?"

"Of course, sir. I am his slave. I have marks…"

"Indeed you have! We will replenish them."

"Is there any hope of us being pardoned, sir?"

"Who knows!" The governor's vision sought a delectable vista all his own. "In the meantime you will become acquainted with our punishment room. It is a most estimable compartment." His regard was suspicious. "You do agree you are here for punishment, I hope?"

"Oh yes, sir! We are very grateful to you for all this trouble. But… well, we did think we were just going to be imprisoned?"

"By no means!" The governor's tone was expansive. "We are a modern facility. We deal in delinquent females. We do not believe in the morbidity of confinement in a cell. Our inmates are constantly punished in many ways… They spend no more than half their time behind the bars of their own small dungeon."

"Oh, thank you, sir."

The governor pressed a bell.

Miss Corey Gibson shrank from the sight of the ugly structure into which she was invited to insert her neck and her wrists. But wardress Tamura was a compelling force, it would be useless to fight. Obeying a specific directive, she gathered her hair and placed it down beside one cheek as she fitted her neck into its designated slot. Hopelessly, she fitted her wrists… "Is very good girl." The wardress approved as she lowered the upper yoke of the pillary. "Now I lock with nice padlock." There came an ominous click which caused a knot to form within Corey's tummy, and from there spread… She was afely in the pillory. Around her neck and wrists the wood was snug. It had been built for girls.

Audrey's penance was a chair. From its seat a phallus rose commandingly. The rest of the surface was serrated. It was a thing no girl would wish to place her naked bottom on. "Please to sit." The wardress invited. "You may take a little time. You may adjust to inside your cunt. But you must sit."

Corey's view was limited. Bit she could look sideways at this. She cringed in sympathy as her fellow prisoner adjusted the blunt knob of the ugly male thing against her vulva's lips and slowly lowered herself until she sat impaled. Her grimace as her weight came to rest was a tribute to the chair's punitive intent.

"Is hurt girlie's arse?" The wardress inquired solicitously.

"It's… it's awful. And inside…!" Audrey looked up at her smiling inquisitor. "Oh please… must I?"

Taruma placed the naked arms behind the back of the chair and bound them there with tight drawn loops of cord. "Of course must sit." She reproved. "You are here for punish. In a little while you neither like what I do for you. Much time to think of bad things you do." A strap cinched around her waist completed Audrey's captivity to the chair. Taruma nodded approval of her work. She went away.

"I could kill the smarty bitch." Audrey exclaimed vehemently. "To leave us like this! Oh damn, and we don't know how long…"

"Is it bad, darling?" Corey was thinking of the huge thing within Audrey's sheath. She would not have wanted it inside her own.

"It hurts where I sit." Audrey tensed against her bonds. "That will get worse, of course. But this damn thing way up into me…! I'm going to have twenty orgasms… and hate every one! I can feel the first one starting…"

Courey mourned for them both. Her punishment also would get worse. She could move but little. Her neck and wrists were clamped tight. At the end of the timber the dangling padlock mocked. She was as helpless a prisoner as if cemented. The irons on her feet prevented her from kicking. She shared disconsolate glances with her pained companion as the time went by. Hurting and hopeless as they were there was nothing good to say. The sudden advent of the prison governor was surprising but welcome. Any break in the awfulness of their immobility was better than none. The governor was accompanied by Mr. Syroid. He motioned pridefully. "You see, sir, your concern is needless. The young ladies are well looked after."

"Indeed, yes!" The lawyer moved to beam down at a shamed Corey. "I already represent Miss Cotswold. I am prepared to accept you as a client? I possess some influence. Your sentence may be appealed."

Hope flooded Corey's being. She twisted her yoked neck to look up appealingly. "Could you… Oh, please."

"There is every possibility. I pull the strings. There is the matter of a retainer."

"Miss Gibson is nicely positioned." Said the governor thoughtfully. Corey did not believe it was happening. It was too bizarre. Her new lawyer patted her bent head and moved behind her limited view. A moment later she felt the first thrust of his erection between the parted cheeks of her buttocks, with the second prod she knew herself impaled. "A pleasant chamnge for you, Miss Gibson." The governor said heartily. "I suggest you do not complain. Mr. Syroid is being kind."

The first time within her anus! A smutty legend become real! Corey Gibson could not move. In shocked immobility her bottom took the poundings by which the barrister and solicitor collected his retainer. When he had grunted his way to satisfaction the governor took his place, his voice unctious: "I am sure you won't mind, Miss Gibson… so very convenient…!"

For both worthy gentlemen the period of regeneration was usefully employed by changing the bondage of the two girls. In fifteen minutes Corey sat, with a pierced and bulging sheath, bound to the chair, and Audrey Cotswold was safely in the stocks. Corey Gibson watched in fascinated horror the anal rape she had been unable to witness on herself. While it was being done to the yoked girl Corey burst into orgasm. She was bitterly and heatedly ashamed. She hoped it was the dildo's fault and not her own. Her bottom was a flaming misery.

"I've had it there before." Audrey admitted. "I suppose if it pleases the bastards…!"

"Will he do anything for us?"

"I think he will. He can smell profit. So can the governor."

In constant and increasing pain they morosely contemplated their improved prospects. Mr. Syroid was absurd but he was hope. From time to time they wept in the utter misery of their punishment. Corey's orgasms became less frequent as the day wore on.

It was in the darkness before the next dawn that the rpe of Imballa Prison made the news. The first explosion shocked the chained girls from sleep. The second ripping blast drove their nudities to the apprehensive comfort of each other's arms. Their heavy shackles mocke them as did the brutal implacability of their cell's locked door. In whatever was taking place they were pitiably helpless. When the lights went on there were shots, then a scuffle in the passage beyond their bars. They gazed in wonderment at a woman and two men.