Disclaimer and Copyright

The following story, ‘A Public Spectacle’ was written in 2008 and is an original work of fiction and is intended for adult readers only.  It contains descriptions of acts of violence, forced nudity, public humiliation and non-consensual sexual activities not suitable for many readers.

If these things offend you, the reader, do not read any further.

Elements of this story; its plot, setting and character names, are not necessarily unique to this story, and any resemblance with actual events, places and persons is unintentional.  I wish to thank all the past writers and storytellers in the English language for the inspirations used to write         ‘A Public Spectacle’, with a special thanks to the authors, reviewers and readers of this web site for their encouragement and support.  I assert a copyright on the text of this story and no printing, distribution, re-posting or commercial use what so ever is allowed without prior authorization by myself or my future assignees. 

However, since the basic ideas in this story (public punishment, small-town politics, adultery, pain, repression of the middleclass, sex, betrayal, morality, prostitution, etc.) are not entirely my own, feel free to incorporate them into any of your own works.  I look forward to reading them.

Neal  [aka oldpervert1 on bdsmlibrary.com, aka fishbreath4@yahoo.com]

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 1- The Trail and Sentencing

There is not an empty seat in the whole courtroom, except for those in the jury box, which are rarely used in Judge Fairvert’s courtroom.  Even the defendant’s mother, who arrived late, could not be given a seat.

Yvette stands silently in front of the defendant’s table.  It’s not a rebellious silence, or even a stubborn silence, but a silent from disbelief.  How could this be happening to her.

“Ahem” Judge Fairvert cleared his throat.  “Counselor, perhaps your client did not hear the question.  How does she plead; guilty or not guilty ?”

Ms. N. Epps, the dumpy looking woman in the traditional black robes of the court standing next to the girl says, “Your honor, my client wishes to plead guilty to the charge of adultery, but begs the indulgence of the court and wishes to have the following statement made part of her case’s court record.”  The dumpy woman picks up a sheath of papers from the table in front of her and starts to read.

“I, Yvette Sutter, a citizen of colony xz345 delta, the only child or Gladis Canter and John Canter (diseased) and married to Jack Sutter for the past 14 weeks, who’s where-abouts are presently unknown, do hereby swear the following statement concerning the facts in my case are true.  On April 12, 2119, at approximately 1 hour past sunset, at my place of residence, I was forcibly raped by … ”

BANG, BANG, BANG, the magistrate pounds his gavel.  “Council for the defense, I think the court has heard enough of this statement.  I have another case to hear today, and a 2 o’clock tee time with Planetary Councilman Dominica Coxx.  As a public defender, I’m sure you know how important it is to not waste the courts time.  Since you have this ‘statement’ is in a prepared written form, the court will consider it in chambers.  Please give that wad of paper you call a ‘statement’ to the bailiff.  The court will take a 10 minute recess and all parties are advised not to leave the building.” BANG, sounds the Judge’s gavel.

The Judge leaves the courtroom and the heavyset female bailiff quickly retrieves the documents from the defense council and takes them out of the courtroom and to the Judge’s chamber.

“Do you think it will work ?  Do you think the judge will allow my statement into the record without me actually being forced to testify,” asks Yvette of her publically appointed attorney, Ms. N. Epps.  “I don’t want to go to jail for being raped !  I’m the victim here.  Why should I be punished ?”

“You are not being punished, at least not yet,” says the public defender to her client.  “But you know, for a married woman to have sex with someone, anyone, other than her husband is adultery and on this planet it is crime.  For Christ sakes, Yvette, you were nearly caught in the act”

“But I was being forced, forced to have sex with that weasel-faced bastard.  Isn’t that rape ? or has Judge Fairvert ruled that rape is no longer a crime ?.  Why won’t the police find him and arrest my rapist ?”

“We went over this before,” says the dumpy public defender.  “You can not prove you were raped.  Your husband discovered you, naked, on his bed, with a dozen fresh roses in a vase on the nightstand.  There were no finger prints on the vase; only smudges.  You were not tied up.  There were no signs of a struggle.  You had no cuts or bruises.  You had not been inseminated, although your vaginal opening was ‘wet, red and extremely stretched’, according to the medical examiner report.  He also writes he is completely certain you had been fucking and that the man’s cock had to be at least 6 cm in diameter.  We both know that your hubby, Jack, is only a 3 cm guy.  Plus, your neighbor reported seeing a man jumping from your bedroom window and running away, just as your husband came home.”

“But it’s a lie.  Just as I got home, a deliveryman came to the door with flowers.  I let him in and he placed the vase on the table.  He wore beige colored gloves; sort of like medical gloves, but not white.  You could barely see them and I didn’t notice them until later; when he was raping me.  He had scars on the back of both his hands, but I could not see them too good, due to the gloves.  Anyway, I love flowers and my husband Jack used to send them to me all the time.  I bent over to smell the roses.  Then he pulls out the biggest knife I’ve ever seen in my life and holds it to my neck.”

“A knife that didn’t cut you ?” chides Ms. N. Epps.

“Yes, I did not struggle for fear of cutting my own throat.  What am I supposed to do, let him slice open my neck so I have a wound to show the medical examiner as evidence ?  Then he ordered me to strip, which I do, thinking that my husband would be home soon to save me.”

“And you neatly hang your clothing on a chair in the bedroom, while this alleged rapist whacks-off in the corner ?”

“No.  He was in the bedroom doorway, so I could not escape.  And by slowly removing my clothes and folding them neatly, I thought I was buying a little more time for my husband to get home.”

“And by doing a slow striptease for this guy, you add to the alleged rapist’s state of excitement.  That’s not so smart.”

“I hadn’t counted on that.  I kept praying for Jack to come home.  Councilor, that bastard fucked me for 30 or 40 minutes, in every position imaginable.  His cock was enormous and it really hurt !  When he shoved it in, it felt like a telephone pole, and every time he pulled it out, I felt like I was giving birth !  I got a good look at his dick.  I’ll never forget it.  I could not fit it in my mouth, it was that big.  It was at least 6 cm in diameter.  How was I to know the flowers were not from Jack ?  How was I to know that Jack was at the local tavern for happy-hour ?  He held that big knife on my breasts. He was going to cut off my breasts, if I didn’t cooperate !”

“And so the same knife that wasn’t sharp enough to leave a scratch on your neck, also didn’t scratch those tender breasts ?  No jury will believe that.  And how come this guy fucks you, for the better part of an hour, and never shoots a drop of semen into your ‘cooperatively’ wet pussy,” hisses the attorney.

“Because he wore a condom; or rather 3 condoms.  The sheriff found 3 condom wrappers on the bedroom floor.  Jack and I never used condoms.”

“Oh yes, the condoms.  An off-world brand called ‘4 Her Pleasure’.  According to the wrapper, they have ribbed shafts and are infused with oil of lilac ‘for her sexual and sensual delight’.  You know all forms of birth prevention devices are illegal on xz345 delta.  But did you know this brand of condom is a favorite of adulterous men and women all over the colony ?  The police can charge you with possession of a contraband birth control device.”

“I know that fertilization prevention measures are illegal.  Everyone knows that.  Until that day, I had never even seen a condom.  I thought the lilac smell was from the bouquet, not his dick.  I swear my experience with condoms is limited to the 3 wrappers that were found in my bedroom the day I was raped.”

“Your husband’s bedroom,” corrects the attorney.  “All the mutual property in a marriage is considered to be the husband’s.  But your husband has filed divorce papers with this court.  He clearly believes you were having an affair and he is seeking alimony from you.”

Yvette’s jaw drops.  “Why that no-good, pencil-dicked, lying son-of-a-bitch.  Where does he think I am going to get money to pay him alimony?  And why should I.  He was the one getting drunk while I was being raped.  Jack may come from one of the richest, families in NuGreenleaf, but I’ll be god-damned if I’m going to pay him a single god-damn credit !”

“Keep your voice down.  Even though the Judge is not in the room, this is still a court of law and you can still be cited for contempt,” warns the public defender.  “Be that as it may.  The important thing is that the prosecutor believes you were having an affair and both he and Jack’s family are prepared to prove it open court.  They have a long list of character witnesses ready to say you are a ‘loose-woman’, a ‘cock-tease’ and an ‘over-sexed cum-sucker’.  I’ve read their statements.  But most damning of them all is the statement made by your neighbor.”

“That nosey bitty,” Says Yvette.

“Look Yvette, you are a young woman with perfect breasts.  As you know, the women on this planet with well-shaped, symmetrical breasts, such as yours, are capable of becoming pregnant and bearing children.  Women with poorly developed, lopsided or lumpy breasts are not.” 

“Yes I know.  Women with breasts like yours can’t have kids,” says Yvette angrily.

“I’ll let that little insult pass,” says Ms. N. Epps.  “However, I have no doubt the prosecutor will have you striped, here in open court, and have your ‘perfect breasts’ examined by the judge himself.  Why else do you think there are so many people here ?  They want a free strip show. Yvette, you have been married 14 weeks, and copulating nightly, according to the ‘nosey bitty’ neighbor. But according to the medical examiner, you are not pregnant.  A jury will think that you have to be using some sort of illegal contraception.  The court will not look favorable on you and could charge you with half a dozen other violations of the procreation codes, should testimony surface in your trial.”

“Sure Jack and I fucked a lot.  We are newly weds.  Jack wasn’t about size; he was about quality.   But he likes to shoot his cum in my mouth or on my tits.  Do you know my breasts were voted best in NuGreenleaf the year I graduated from High School ?”

“Another factor not in your favor, I’m afraid,” says the attorney.

“But if my husband wants me to suck his cum or wear his jizz in my tits, what can I say ?   I have to honor the wishes of my husband.  Besides, I thought I would have 2 or 3 years before my ovaries are shriveled by this wicked planet.”

“It’s not a woman’s ovaries that are the problem.  It’s the whole damn planet.  Do you know we have 18 times the breast cancer rate of old earth ?  The scientists don’t know why xz234 delta is so hostile to the female reproduction system.  There is something in the air and water peculiar to this world that messes with any woman’s biological clock.  As soon as a girl goes through puberty, her female fertility spikes then rapidly declines and the most apparent sign of this decline is her mammary glands become irregular and contorted.  Yes, just like mine.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.  Its just that I’m so angry and frustrated,” sobs Yvette.

“The judge will be back soon, so fix your makeup.  I’ve cut a deal with the prosecutor.  He owns me a favor.  You plead guilty to adultery, a relatively minor offense.  You get a small ‘A’ brand on your left buttocks for the adultery.  You get an immediate uncontested divorce from Jack, but with no restitution payment or alimony and with the right to re-marry.  You get a suspended sentence with the chance of a complete pardon, if you get married again and have a baby.  There are no fines and NO jail time.  The worst thing that could happen is that the judge orders you to do some sort of community service.”

Just then the matronly bailiff cries “All rise. The honorable Judge Fairvert’s court is now in session.”

Yvette leans over to her attorney and whispers “And no jail time; right ?”

“Ahem.” The judge clears his throat.  “Will the defendant and her counsel remain standing while I pronounce sentence.”

Yvette stands there and remembers what her late father would say about the village’s Judge Hardy Fairvert ‘he’s always hard, hardly ever fair and always a pervert’. 

“The court accepts your plea of guilty to the charge of adultery and has chosen to show mercy, since this is your first offense and since the planet needs good fertile breeding stock, like yourself.  The court believes that in your case, the time spent in prison could be used more productively.”

“He means re-productively,” whispers the defense’s attorney.

The Judge leers at the defense’s council.  “I shall continue.  The court disallows your ‘statement’ and will not include it in the written transcript of these proceedings, as it is contrary to the facts of the case, as determined by this court.”

“Oh, crap,” whispers Ms. N. Epps to Yvette.  “That statement was our only hope for an appeal and our last chance to clear your name.”

BANG goes the Judge’s gavel.  “Councilor, control your client’s comments, or she will be cite for contempt.  This is you final warning.”

“Ahem, for the defendant’s sentence, the court orders the following ;

• The defendant pay a fine of 20 credits, to cover court expenses,
• The defendant be publicly branded with a small letter ‘A’, for adulteress, on her bare buttocks,
• The defendant’s marriage to Jack Sutter is immediately proclaimed null and void , and no payments are required by either party to the former marriage.
• Both parties are allowed to re-marry, if they so choose.
• So as not to tarnish the good name of Mr. Jack Sutter, the court orders Yvette’s last name be changed to ‘Easy’.  Henceforth she shall be known as Yvette Easy or Easy, Yvette, and the defendant will be required to use her new name on all her identity papers, badges and nametags.
• And finally, the defendant be required to perform 24-hours of public community servi___

“I told you it would be community service,” smiles Yvette’s attorney, as she joyfully nudges her client in the ribs.

“No jail time !  WooHoo ! ” says Yvette, unable to contain her relief.

BANG.  The Judge pounds his gavel.  “30 credit fine for contempt of court, on the council for the defense.  I shall continue with reading the court’s sentence.”

• The defendant be required to perform 24-hours of public community service, in a sex education demonstration for the benefit of the youth of NuGreenleaf.  That this demonstration be of a physical nature and anatomically accurate, as determined by the jail’s physician.  That the demonstration be performed on the raised wooden dais on the western edge of the square, performed in 24 consecutive hours, and that Yvette Easy be totally nude during the entire 24-hours.

The courtroom applauds as Yvette’s jaw drops in disbelief.  This is a classic Judge Fairvert verdict.  This is what the crowd is the courthouse was waiting for.  They all knew it was coming, but the verdict hits Yvette like a sucker punch.  She is stunned.

“Since it is a beautifully warm spring day, since there is no forecast of rain or frost tonight, since it is only 10AM, I hereby order the sentence be carried out today, starting at 1PM.”  BANG.  “Bailiff, strip the adulteress, place her in irons and chain her in the hallway outside my courtroom until the Jailer can come fetch her.  Next case.”  BANG goes the gavel.

3 uniformed courthouse guards immediately grab Yvette and take her to the front on the courtroom by the Bailiff’s desk.  2 men hold her arms while the other pulls down her skirt and panties in one quick motion.  Her clothes are deposited into a clear plastic trash bag being held open by the Bailiff.  Then off come the shoes, which also tossed in the bag on top of the skirt.

“Quickly, gentlemen, I have another case to hear,” says the judge, as he leers from his judiciary podium at the sight of Yvette being stripped.  He has the perfect front row seat to the prisoner’s court ordered humiliation and strip show.

To save time, the guard rips off the buttons on Yvette’s blouse and cuts open her bra between the C-size cups.  The tatters of her once fashionable blouse are also put into the plastic garbage sack.

“Jewelry sweetie; watch, rings, earrings and all your body jewelry,” says the Bailiff.  “I’ll just have to take them off for you, since those nice young men are holding your hands behind your back.”

With the skill of a pickpocket, the Bailiff quickly removes Yvette’s watch, earrings and her wedding ring.  “Oh and I need the prisoner’s handbag,” the Bailiff says to Ms. N. Epps, the incompetent defense attorney.  N. Epps hands over her client’s handbag and tosses it in the plastic bag, along with everything else Yvette was wearing.

“No eyebrow studs, nipple rings, bellybutton ring or labia jewelry,” announces the Bailiff.  “Judge, she’s clean and ready to go.”

“Sweetie, you gets your clothes and jewelry back tomorrow,” says the matronly bailiff as she closes the tamperproof seal on the clear bag.  “Now don’t you struggle or put up a fuss, or da judge will have that lily-white ass of yours whipped good and proper right here in the courtroom.”

The Bailiff produces a box of ancient metal prisoner restraints from her desk and Yvette’s hands are shackled behind her back and a heavy iron collar is bolted around her neck.  A short chain is locked to the collar and 2 courthouse guards, one on each side of the sobbing and naked girl, lead Yvette down the center isle of the packed courtroom.  They walk very slowly, so everyone can get a good look at ‘the best breasts in NuGreenleaf for the year 2115’.  Many in the crowd take pictures.  Even though cameras are normally forbidden, Judge Fairvert allows photography at the end of a trial. 

As Yvette and her guards are just about to exit the courtroom as the Bailiff announces the next case.  “The court of the honorable Judge Fairvert hears the case of Cindy Cums, a common whore, vs. the Village of NuGreenleaf.”

“Wait a second,” says the Judge, just as Yvette’s guards are about to push the heavy door open.  “Guards, before you put the prisoner, Yvette Easy, in the hallway, have her face the bench.  There are 2 ‘facts’ that need further examination.”

The guards turn her around to face the Judge.  Everyone in the courtroom turn their heads to see her perfect pair of breasts, one more time.  More pictures are taken.

“Now Billy, squeeze the prisoner’s breasts and tell me if they are real or silicone ?” 

“Sure thing Uncle Hardy,” say the young man.  The guard reaches out and grabs a handful of Yvette’s soft tit-meat and roughly mauls her breast in his hand.  She cries out in pain.  Then the guard does the same to the other breast, as Yvette’s tears are streaming down her face, turning her mascara into streaks of black under each eye.

“No, Uncle, I mean Your Honor, they feel real to me,” announces the guard. 

“Oh, you wouldn’t know a silicone job if her tit smacked you across your face,” says the other, more experienced guard.  “Let me have a look.”  The senior man then proceeds to give Yvette’s breasts a close-up inspection.  He slaps them from side to side to watch the way they bounce.  Everyone knows that silicone enhanced breasts bounce more than natural ones.  He then pulls up on the nipple, and looks for the telltale surgical scars on the underside of the breast and around the areola.  More pictures are taken as he does the same to the other breast.  “No, your honor, they are definitely real.  No surgical implants, no injections sites, no silicone, and very soft, I might add.”

The audience in the courtroom erupts in laughter.

“Just as I suspected; a fertile, married young woman at her breeding prime.  Strange she has no children and is not even expecting one.  Very suspicious indeed,” comments the Judge.  “Guards, take her away. Chain her to the floor in the hallway and Bailiff send for the Jailer.”

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 2 – The Courthouse

Yvette is pulled through the doorway and into the courthouse’s public hallway.  Like many small communities, the NuGreenleaf Village Courthouse also houses several municipal departments and their offices, which line each side of the main corridor.  Each department has a public information counter for such things as paying taxes or water bills, address changes, identity card registration, motor vehicle licenses, etc.  Since the municipal clerks who work at these counters are notoriously slow, most departments have several townsfolk waiting in line for assistance.  These citizens are startled by the sudden activity at the entrance to the courtroom and by the clank of metal chains on the stone floor.  They turn and stare at the nude girl for a moment and then most of them politely look away.  The young man at the identity card counter, which is closest to the courtroom door, swings his ID camera and snaps an impromptu picture of the naked woman being chained to the floor by her guards.   An elderly woman points at the naked girl and says to the younger woman with her, “See, see what happens when you behave like a slut.  You will end up like her, and you never will get a husband.”

To one side of the courtroom door, the guards padlock the short chain on Yvette’s iron neck collar to a thick iron ring set in the floor.  The floor is cold and stained by sweat and tears from decades of prisoners chained in this same spot.

“The Jailer will be here soon,” says one of the guards as he pats her on her ass.  “Now you don’t go any where.”

Due to the shortness of the chain between the collar and the floor, Yvette is forced to lay flat on her stomach; her silicone-free breasts are pinned underneath her chest.  In a futile attempt at modestly, she tries to covers her naked butt with her hands. 

She is helpless, but not entirely immobile.  Even though her hands are cuffed behind her back, her feet and legs are not chained at all.  She can turn her head to the left and see under the courtroom door, or to the right and look down the long hallway at the legs of the people conducting their business, and staring at her.  Also, she can shift her weight alternately from side to side, thus relieving the pressure on one of her tits, or the other. 

‘If I can just slide my neck around in this collar, I might be able to lie on her back,’ thinks Yvette.  ‘Oh, but this would expose my breasts and pussy to the gawker in the hallway and to that dweeb with the camera at the ID counter.  This does not sound like a good choice.  I’ll try that position only as a last resort; only if the pain in my breasts becomes unbearable.’ 

She notices another ring set in the floor on the other side of the doorway.  She guesses that this ring will remain vacant until the next case is decided, which may take a while.  From what she is hearing from under the courtroom door, the next defendant is pleading not guilty, thereby forcing the judge to have a real trial, unlike hers.  Not having anything else to do, other than lie on the floor and be a public spectacle, Yvette listens to the other woman’s trial. 

The Bailiff announces the case, “Cindy Cums vs. the Village of NuGreenleaf.”

Yvette says to herself.  ‘It sounds like the judge re-named you, too.  Nobody in their right mind would be named so lewdly.’ 

Judge Fairvert asks, “Defendant, has your attorney explained the charges against you?”

A woman’s voice replies, “Yes, she has, I guess, but they’re all a bunch of bullshit.”

“Councilor, please advise your client that I do not allow profanity in my courtroom.”

There is an exchange of words in female voices that Yvette can only imagine belong to the defendant and her attorney.

“Shall we continue ?” asks the Judge.

“Your honor, defense council moves for a continence, since I was assigned this case just yesterday and have not had adequate time to prepare, due to the preceding hearing.”

‘I thought I recognized that voice,’ thinks Yvette.  ‘It’s my attorney, Ms. N. Epps,’

“Motion denied.”  BANG, goes the Judge’s gavel.  “Defendant, how do you plead ?”

“NOT GUILTY,” shouts the other voice, clearly wishing everyone to hear.

Yvette thinks, ‘You might be a common whore, but you got rights, I think.  That’s it; don’t cop a plea, just because it sounds like an easy way out.’

‘How funny; ‘Easy’ that’s my name now,’ she muses.

From the sound of things, Cindy is charged with solicitation of a minor, lesbian sexual activity, along with drunk and disorderly conduct. ‘Hell, everyone is drunk and disorderly a couple of days a month,’ thinks Yvette.  ‘I wish I were drunk right now !’

BANG, BANG, BANG  “Will the prosecution deliver the opening statement,” says Judge Fairvert.

The prosecutor explains the charges to the jury ; “On xz345 delta, it is perfectly illegal to be a prostitute, as long as you only ply your trade through a pimp-manager, who handles all payments for services rendered.  And so long as you submit to monthly sexual health inspections.  And so long as you only have sex with adult men.  Even if the man is married, the whore is protected from the adultery laws by her contract with her manager.  However the defendant, a Miss Cindy Cums, has been observed, on several occasions, offering the sexual services of her mouth, her pussy and her asshole, for money, in the town taverns, and that she never asks the males if they are over 21 years of age.  For violation of section 3.1 of the Corruption of Minors Act, you should be punished.”

‘What the fuck ?’ thinks Yvette.  If the guy is in a bar he has to be over 21.  Minors are not allowed into such places.  Cindy baby, you got this one beat,’ thinks Yvette.

The prosecutor continues his opening statement.  “Also, on several occasions, Miss Cums did not have her manager present in the tavern and was ‘working the room’ for her own profit.  In addition, many of the men she was soliciting are married/family men and without her manager, acting as her intermediary, she is conspiring to commit adultery.”

‘That’s a new one,’ thinks Yvette.  ‘I thought you actually had to fuck or suck the guy to be an adulteress; not just talk about it.  Besides everyone knows the guys are never charged.  The Sheriff sure does have a double standard when it comes to sex crimes.’

The prosecutor continues.  “If the male is under the age of 21, the courts have ruled that the whore will be decreasing the potency of the young man’s semen and thereby reducing his ability to breed in the future.  This sort of activity is a clear violation of the planetary procreation laws and can not be tolerated, given the population shortage.  Cindy Cums, by giving head to Johnny Smith, a minor male, in the men’s toilet at the Cock & Bull Tavern on March 29th 2119, you have broken the laws of this colony, as described in section 5.9 of the Procreation Act, you should be punished.”

‘Yah, right.  Does anyone really think that sucking a few million spermizoa out of little Johnny’s cock is going to change the planet’s population ?  Scientists has shown that the reproductive problems we are facing are the girl’s fault; not the boy’s.  It doesn’t matter how many ‘bullets’ are in little Johnny’s ‘gun’, if the girl does not present a viable egg for him to shoot at, there will be no babies.  We learned this in high school sex-ed.’

The prosecutor continues. “Also, and by accepting money for servicing Johnny Smith, and not reporting this income to you manager or the government, you are in violation of section 3.2a of the Whoring Taxation Act and should be punished.”

‘So that’s what it’s really all about,’ thinks Yvette.  ‘Follow the money.  It all comes down to money and how the government can squeeze every last credit out of a poor whore’s cum filled pussy and not getting semen on their fingers.  It’s not about morality, or family values, or social well being, its only about money.’

The prosecutor continues.  “Under the laws of this colony, lesbian sexuality is forbidden, since it reduces the breeding potential of the population by removing potentially fertile women from the gene-pool.  As defined by statute, lesbian sexuality includes kissing, licking, tonguing or sucking on another woman’s lips, breasts, nipples, earlobes, anal region or any part of her genitalia.  Also, lesbian sexuality includes any mechanical or manual stimulation of a woman’s clitoris or vagina, by another woman, for the purpose of achieving orgasm.  Due to the mandatory sentencing provision in this statute, convicted violators of the lesbian sex laws are sent to prison, but not to the all-female jails, since this would just encourage their lesbian tendencies.  As for Cindy Cums’ deviant, lesbian sexual activities, security cameras in several of our fine inns, hotels and boarding houses have recorded 8 of her perverted lesbian escapades, most of which are too obscene to be shown in public.  For violations of sections 3.5, 3.7, 3.8, and 4.2 of the sexual deviancy act, you should be punished.”

‘Damn, girl; they are throwing the book at you.  But this charge is nothing but a 2-bit hatchet job.  The DA’s office can not ask for a conviction based on evidence they can not show anyone.  Cindy, you are being railroaded right into the men’s prison, where you will be gang-raped daily until your 3rd trimester,’ thinks Yvette, who turns her head and tries not to listen to the miscarriage of justice happening in Judge Fairvert’s court.

Yvette sighs and gently rocks her body from side to side to comfort her aching tits. 

‘You know, when I think about it, planet xz234 delta, is as close to an ideal setting as a person could as for.  The summers were not too hot and winters not too cold.  Only once have I seen it snow and it rains mostly at night, making the days full of sunshine.  The people are generally cordial, and sometimes downright friendly, but they do like to gossip.  The Village of NuGreenleaf is actually a small city, with a population of slightly over 10,000 people, but not growing as fast as the colony’s planners had originally forecast.  NuGreenleaf does not have a lot of crime, which may be a result of old Judge Fairvert’s strict sentences, or it may be the result of the innate goodness of mankind,’ thinks Yvette.  Up until this day, she was convinced it was because of the latter condition, but now she’s not so sure.

‘No negative thoughts, only pleasant thoughts,’ she tells her self. 

She thinks about how lovely the village square looked this spring morning.  How the air was scented with cherry blossoms and how happy all the townsfolk were as the strolled along the brick paved sidewalks.  But the village square was normally a peaceful place, not just today.  It has nice public open-spaces on the east and west sides with the cherry trees on the west and the tall stately elms on the east.  The town’s main road enters the square from the south side and splits into 2 roads, with traffic being forced to either the east or west side, depending on the direction of travel, before exiting the square on the northern edge.  The edges of the square are lined with benches, small tables and flower planters and the townsfolk congregate during the day to enjoy lunch, conversation and games of chess or malli (a game of chance and skill similar to dominos and usually played for money.  Gambling for small sums is allowed under the law.)   The square is so beautiful.  It really is NuGreenleaf’s magnet.  Sometimes people will just slowly drive around and around the square, making 4 or 5 circuits before leaving.  She and Jack had often ‘cruised’ the square, when they were dating.  Those were happier times, before she knew much about the sadistic Judge Fairvert.

Yvette muses, ‘I guess because of the low crime rate, the judge has very little to do.  True, he does have few occasions to exercise his form of skewed justice and creative punishment,’ she thinks, as her personal condition sinks in.  ‘He is an old-school judge; very old-school; middle ages old-school.  He seems to order public punishment as a rule, not an exception, reserved for only the worst offenders.  He probably believes that the humiliation value is an effective deterrent to future crime.  Now that I think about it, he especially liked to have young women publicly punished in the Village Square.  And he is the guy responsible for the purchase, at great public expense, of a number of cages, whipping posts and pillory built for this purpose.  The Village Square is normally such a peaceful place.  But not when there is a public punishment being carried out at the Judge’s orders.’

The imposing 3-story courthouse occupies the northern ¼ of the square, and although he didn’t build it, Judge Fairvert has made it his domain; his castle.  It has a commanding view of the main road, in both directions, as well as the square itself.  On punishment days, the Judge usually watches from his private chambers on the 3rd floor and nothing escapes his notice.

Suddenly, Yvette is bounced out of her daydream by the sounds from inside the courtroom.  There is a lot of yelling and screaming as Cindy Cums strenuously objects to having her breast examined by the prosecutor.

BANG, BANG, BANG.  “Contempt of court !” yells the judge.  “Councilor for the defense, if you can not control your client, then I will cite you as well !  Bailiff, send for more guards.  For her contempt, the court hereby orders the defendant gagged, stripped and shackled.  She is to be chained to the punishment frame on the eastern dais and taught a lesson in self control by the Courthouse Guards before this hearing can continue.  Court is adjourned until 2PM tomorrow, when we shall see what Miss Cums has learned and determine if she needs more lessons !”

BANG, sounds the judge’s gavel, just as 2 more pairs of jackboots go running past Yvette’s face and into the courtroom. 

‘That makes 7 guards and a Bailiff,’ counts Yvette.  ‘And all to subdue poor Cindy Cums, a common whore, who apparently can fight as well as a whole company of planetary regulars,’ Yvette chuckles to herself.  ‘Wish I could watch.’

But her only enjoyment is taken away by the sole of a combat boot pressing firmly on her neck and forcing her face onto the stone floor.

“Now, little girly, you have a date with your new ‘lover’.  One this one won’t jump through the window and run away, like your last one did, you adulteress slut,” says the Village Jailer, as he unlocks the chain holding her to the floor.  “Your new boyfriend is named Rob Bot, and while he has never heard of you and you have never met him, the 2 of you are going to fuck like minx tonight.”

Yvette did not understand what the Jailer meant by her ‘new lover’, but it sounded nasty.

“Come on little girly, on your feet.  I have to get you ready for your 1 o’clock ‘date’,” says the potbellied jailer.  “But first we have some Village business to take care of.”  He stops Yvette in front of the ID counter.  “Now toe the marks on the floor and smile for the camera.  You need a new ID card to go with your new name; Easy Yvette.”

“Boy; you behind the counter.  Get over here and do your job.  Take this young woman’s picture for her new Identification Card and make an ID Badge, too,” orders the jailer.  “Make the badge the larger size, like for salespeople, and make sure you show her tits in the pictures.”

The Jailer pushes Yvette up to the marks on the floor and holds her chin up by twisting the iron collar from behind her neck.  The strobe flashes and in 60 seconds, Yvette Easy has a new ID card.  The strobe flashes again, and in another embarrassing long 60 seconds she has a new, large ID badge, which is clipped to the front of her collar.

“Good job, son,” says the Jailer, as he looks at the card.  “Now there is some prime meat, son.  You won’t see any better tatas than that.  Oh, and send another picture; a 30 x 30cm glossy print, to the jail.  Charge it to ‘my prisoner documentation’ account.  We have quite a collection of naked girly pictures in the men’s locker room, but none as choice as this.”

The Jailer leads Yvette by her chained collar, past the wide-eyed citizens in the public hallway, then down the 3 flights of stairs to the ground floor.  As she proceeds further and further from the courtroom, the more and more she is photographed.  It was as if they knew she was coming.  Going down the narrow stairways were the worst.  It seems that every man and half of the women they passed pinch her on the ass.  By the time she reached the ground floor she was developing bruises from all the pinching.  Thankfully, on the ground floor, the jailer rotated the iron collar on her neck and switched positions with her.  In this way she would go first, and the jailer could protect her now sore butt from the vicious pinching.  Of course, this left her nakedness completely unobstructed and the cameras from the newspapers took full advantage of this, as she walked down the last hallway towards the main exit doors.

Getting through the doors was another matter.  With the jailer behind her, unable or unwilling to help, and with her arms cuffed behind her back, Yvette is unable to turn the door knob to get out of the courthouse.

“Mr. Jailer, Sir,” she said.  “I can’t open the door with my hands behind my back.  Could you please open the door for me ?”

“No way girly,” replies the jailer.  “I don’t open doors for adulteresses.  You are going to have to ask someone else.  And besides, my name is Smoky.  We are going to be together for a long time today and an even longer time tonight, so we might as well get to know each other on a first name basis, Yvette, or would you rather I call you girly all night”

“Ah, OK, SSmmoky,” said Yvette, finding it hard to be personal with a man who was leading her around by a chain.

For several minutes she stood there in front of the glass entry door; her nakedness in full view of the gathering crowd lining the courthouse’s grand stairway.  But no one approached the doors, and therefore there was no one to ask for help.  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the old lady from the 3rd floor hallway came to the doors and was apparently ready to leave the building.

“Pardon me, m’am, could you please open the door for me ?  Please,” begs Yvette.

The old woman looks at her, then she looks at Yvette’s breasts, then looks at her butt, then softly smiles and whispers, “I once had nice breast; just like yours; before coming to this poisoned planet.  I don’t have any breasts now.  The cancer got them.  I gave this planet 4 healthy children and 2 healthy breasts and now I got skin cancer, again.  I have more scars under this black dress than any 2-bit whore in the cheapest cathouse in town.  I know I look like I’m 80, but I’m just 58, hoping to make it to 59.  Oh, by the wat, my name is Rose.”

“Pleased to meet you, Rose.  Sorry about your cancer.  I’ll remember you in my prayers.”

“Thank you kindy, young lady,” says Rose.  “I see that they have not branded you; not yet anyway.  It’s a crime to scar such nice skin.  But don’t worry, most adult women in NuGreenleaf have at least one ‘A’ brand.  My daughter, Jessie, has 2 ‘A’s, you know.  One on each side of her butt.  She hasn’t had her tits branded yet, but she’s working on it.”

“Oh, mah,” complains Jessie. “I am not.  I can’t help it if the guys all lie about not being married.  Yvette Canter, I know you. We were in high school together.  I was in the class before you.  Sorry I didn’t recognize you, dressed the way you are.  You have really developed . . . into a spectacular woman.  I am so jealous of your breasts.  Mine are already getting lumpy.  If I don’t get a husband soon, I’ll never be able to have kids.”

“I wish I could help, but what can I do ?  I’m sure there will be a lot of single men on the Village Square tonight, watching me giving naked sex demonstrations.  Why don’t you come down and try to hook-up with a cute one ?” says Yvette to Jessie.

Then Rose, the elderly matron chimes in, “Yvette, if they brand you tomorrow, they will be marking on their own souls.  And that is a mark that burns deeper than any brand they can lay on your flesh.  Besides, you’ll just be catching up with the rest of the sinful townsfolk.  That’s all, just catching up.” Rose says, as she leaves the building.  The old lady opens and walks through the door, with Jessie following close behind.  But the mother and her daughter go through the ‘in’ door and Yvette can not follow her, due to the metal hand rail separating the ‘in’ doors from the ‘out’ doors.

“Such a sweet old lady,” sighs Yvette.  “I hope she’ll be alright.”

But then, after going down the first few steps, Rose, the old lady turns around, walks back to the out door, and much to the embarrassment of Jessie, she opened the door for Yvette and holds it open like the door man at the Ritz Hotel.

“It looks like you found a friend,” says Smoky the jailer.

“Come on Sweetie.  Come meet your public,” says the elderly Rose, still holding the door, and bowing like a servant.

The jailer nudges Yvette through the open door and onto upper landing of the grand stairway, which is now lined 2-deep with men trying to get a closer look at ‘the best breasts in NuGreenleaf’.  And also trying to conceal the bulge in the front of their pants.  The air is cooler outside and Yvette’s nipples start to harden.  The isle between the throng is less then a meter wide, but Smoky pushes her forward anyway.

Before Yvette can reach the first step, the pinching begins again; but this time the men are pinching her nipples too, not just her ass.

“Ouch !  Pardon me, Sir. Ouch!  Please let me pass. OOOuch !  Damn that hurts.  Smoky, make them stop, please.  They are pinching my butt AND my nipples,” complains Yvette.

“Sorry.  Not my job,” says Smoky, the jailer.  “You best be going a little quicker, child, or these motherfuckers will pinch you to death, and you’ll be late for your date, with your new bow, Rob Bot.”

Yvette doesn’t need any more encouragement.  Headlong down the stairs she goes.  She twists her upper body to avoid the nipple-snapping fingers of the men on the stairs.  The guys she can not dodge, she head butts or rams with her shoulders, until the guys move out of her way.  It’s like a gauntlet. ‘No more miss nice girl’, she thinks.  She knees a guy in the crotch and side steps his grasp to gain another meter down the stairway.  Being a step higher than the guys she confronts gives her a small advantage, which she uses to its fullest.    Step by step she battles the men and practically drags Smoky the jailer down 15 meters of stairway in the process.  Once at ground level and on to the Village Square the guys give up and retreat to the far sides of the staircase.  Yvette is winded, but proud of her victory.

“WhooHoo !” hoots Jessie and Rose, from the top of the stairs.  “You got a lot of spunk sweetie.  Give ‘em hell !”

“OK, girly, I mean Yvette.  We are going to walk, nice and slow-like, to the small stage on your right,” says Smoky.  “Do you see it ?  Good.  You are on the point, and I am going to cover your ass, I mean bring up the rear.  Lets do it now, before they can re-group.”

At a leisurely pace, the unlikely pair traverses the square, to the relative safety of the western dais.  This is the stage where Yvette will be performing her community service.

“OK, we made it.  See that nice young men with the machine pistol slung over his neck ?  His name is Jara and he is going to keep you safe for the duration of your community service.  No mob of sex-crazed, horny bastards is going to bother you now,” says Smoky.  “Just step up on to the stage and stand under the framework, like a good girl.  The next part, is my job.  I’ll take good care of you, and you’ll take good care of ol’ Smoky.  Remember ?”

Yvette hops up on the platform and startles the potbellied jailer. The stage is only ½ a meter above ground level, so the jump is a breeze to Yvette, even though her hands are chuffed behind her back.  The bondage frame looks like a wide doorway, but without the doors.  It is made of stout timbers, securely bolted and braced to the wooden stage floor.  Yvette stands under the framework and turns to face the jailer.  “Like this ?,” she asks.

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 3 – Sex-Ed 101

“Perfect.  OK boys, bring out the stuff.  Its noon30 and we got a lot to do in half an hour,” says Smoky into his personal communicator.

Three men emerge for the 2 vans parked near the dais.  Each is carrying a box of some sort and they hustle over to the stage.  Like a precision machine, the men get Yvette ready for her court-ordered sex-education demonstration.  The hand cuffs on her wrists are replaced with fleece-lined leather cuffs.  A short chain is clipped to a metal ring on each cuff and these chains are connected to eyebolts in the side of the frame slightly above her shoulders.  Her ankles are also manacled with similar cuffs, which are secured to the base of the frame with short lengths of chain.  Yvette stands with her legs spread and her arms straight out from her shoulders.

“OK, Doc.  The prisoner is secured and ready for inspection,” says Smoky into his communicator.

A fifth man emerges from one of the vans and walks over to the dais.  He is wearing a white lab-coat and carries a clip board.  He steps up on the stage and walks around the tethered girl.

“Humm, nice legs, nice ass, and nice tits.  Very nice tits,” says Doctor John Moore, one of the Doctors assigned to the Village Jail.

“Ah, thank you, Doctor, but this is very embarrassing,” complains Yvette.

“Speak only when you are asked a question, otherwise you will be punished.  This is my show; my demonstration.  I am the professor; you are just a visual aid.  If you cooperate and be a nice sex-model, I will make this easy on you.  If not, I can make it very rough.  Got that ?” warns the Doctor.

“Yes, Doctor, I mean Sir,” answers the frightened girl.

“Good.  Smoky, shave her !” orders the Doctor as he turns and walks back to the van.

Out of one of the boxes a cordless electric hair cutter is retrieved and one of the jail guards turns it on to test the charge.  The clippers buzz for a second or two then die.

“Damn.  I guess we will have to do it with a razor,” says Smoky.  “Prep-her, while I strop my old straight razor.”

One of the guards finds a bottle of water and squirts it all over Yvette’s pubic region.  Another man applies a thick layer of men’s shaving cream to her crotch.  The menthol tinkles her pussy lips.

“Mind your fingers there, young man.  This is an adulteress, not a whore.  You don’t get any free feels today.”

The man steps back and allows the gathering crowd of on-lookers a better view.

“Now, Yvette, this here pearl handled razor may be old, but it’s very very sharp.  I don’t want to cut you, so don’t move a muscle.  Just relax.  I’ve done this hundreds of times with my wife’s pussy.”

“But, but, my hair isn’t that long.  I keep it neatly trimmed,” objects Yvette as she struggles in her bindings.

“Makes no difference.  The Doc wants you shaved,” says Smoky.  “So which of us do you want to shave you ?  One of those youngsters ?” he says pointing at the guards, “or me ?”

She surveys the 5 men, and decides that the old Jailer is probably the most experienced.  “Smoky, I want you to shave me.  Please, Sir, will you shave my pubic hair ?” she begs.

“That’s more like it.  You catch on quickly.  Remember, I take care of you, and you take care of me.  Now don’t move, while I trim your bush.”

Yvette stands like a statue for fear of being cut, while the old jailer draws his ancient straight razor over her pussy.  With each stroke, the white lather is scraped away and the pinkish flesh of her cunt is exposed.  After 3 very tense minutes, Yvette’s pussy is as naked as it was when she was in grade school.  And not a nick or a cut anywhere.

“Whew, I’m glad that’s over,” says Yvette.  “You take care of me, and I take care of you,” she says to Smoky.

“OK Doc.  She’s as bare are a virgin,” says Smoky into his communicator.

 

The man in the lab-coat emerges from a van, walks on to the stage and feels Yvette’s pussy.  “Not bad.  Now finish tying her up and unpack the machine.  I have a little speech to deliver and it’s almost 1 o’clock.”

The jail guards and old Smoky shorten her ankle chains, thus spreading her legs even more.  They run rubber bungee cords between her legs and around her hip and secure them to the top of the frame.  A heavy rope is then wrapped several times around each leg at her knee and tied off to the side of the frame.  The iron collar is remover, much to Yvette’s relief, and her name badge clipped to the side of the frame.  A very long length of soft nylon rope is then run around the back of her neck, over the front of her shoulders, under her arms, then crossed in the back and run over her shoulders again, then crossed just above her breast and run under each breast and around her rib cage several time, just below her tits.  This same rope is them wrapped around her upper rib cage above her breasts and finally knotted off behind her back and secured to the very top of the frame.

Her breasts are allowed to hang freely since short lashings are not used to squeeze the upper and lower ribcage ropes together.

The clock on the courthouse chimes the hour; 1PM, and precisely at that moment the other girl, poor Cindy Cums - the common whore, is cuffed to one of the twin whipping posts mounted on the stage at the other end of the square.  The 7 guards, who subdued her in the Judge’s courtroom, are taking turns paddling her bare ass with a long thick leather strap.  With each stoke she cries out in agony.  Her ass is already bright red, making the large ‘A’ branded on her left buttocks and the ‘whore’ brand on the right buttocks an even more prominent displace.  Yvette watches in fascination as her guards continue tying her to the framework on the dais.  Yvette knows that with a large ‘A’ branded on the other woman’s ass, that she is also an adulteress and that she has been convicted of the cheating crime at least twice, even though she is too far away to see the small ‘A’ brand on her other butt cheek.  Yvette wonders if she has ‘A’s on her breasts, too.  While Cindy is naked, Yvette can not see the other woman’s breasts, which are up against the post.  She certainly is getting spanked hard.  Yvette wonders what other tortures her guards will give her ?  Cindy may not even know herself.  The Judge was not specific about the exact methods, only that her punishment had to end before her next hearing at 2PM tomorrow.  That is about the same time they have to release me, but at least I know what is in store for me.  I get to be a sex-model for a bunch of horny men and High School boys. 

As the guards finish binding Yvette, a school bus stops in the square and the entire Boy’s Health and Human Sexuality class of NuGreenleaf High piles out and runs over to the demonstration area.  “Students; please take notes and do not wander over to the other side of the square.  That woman is being punished for . . . for I don’t know what, but your field trip is at this end of the square.  Remember, this is an assignment; not an entertainment, so take notes” announces the teacher.

“Young men of NuGreenleaf,” announces the jail’s Doctor as he begins his speech.  “The woman, the beautiful naked woman, here on the stage is Yvette Easy and she will be our sex demonstration model.  She is 23, a graduate of NuGreenleaf High and was, up until an hour ago, married.  But she’s single now, and on the market again, ah, starting tomorrow.  I’m sure she will be off the market by the time you reach the legal marriage age of 21.”

The boys laugh.

“First, she is been punished for her recent adultery, and this demonstration is part of her punishment.  She is a first time offender and there aren’t any brands for any past criminal activities.  Believe me.  I have thoroughly inspected every inch of her body.”

The boys chuckle again.

“All joking aside, before us stands one of the most fertile young women you will ever see.  Her fertility is evident by her perfectly shaped breasts.  If you ever meet a girl with tits like these, immediate propose matrimony to her.  However, chances are, you will not meet such a lovely female specimen, outside of one of your wet-dreams.”

The crowd of young men laughs again.  Several of them take pictures of the naked and bound Yvette, as part of their homework assignment, no doubt.

“Young men, when you get married, the colony needs you and your chosen future wife, to bear children.  And quickly.  The planet’s population is way behind expectations, so it is up to you to make babies, lots of babies.”

A cheer erupts from a middle-aged man at the edge of the audience.  He knows from his own experience how much fun it is to ‘make babies’, while these high school kids do not.

“This demonstration will teach you the proper techniques for sexual relationships with your future bride; or more coarsely stated, how to fucking your wife.  Now our sex-model will remain vertical for the purposes of this demonstration only.  In this way you can get a better view of the process.  You, on the other hand, will be doing the sex-act in the horizontal position ; as in your marriage bed.  Also, Miss Easy has had her pubic hair shaved, so as to not obstruct your view.  It is unlikely that your bride will be so denuded, however, as the husband, you can have your woman’s pubic region trimmed, shaved or hairy, whichever suits your tastes.”

“For your information ; this female subject has never born a child.  Note the absence of a ‘baby pouch’ on her stomach.  As I said previously, she was briefly married, so she is not a virgin any more, as many of your future brides will be.  While the techniques for de-flowering a girl, hopefully your bride, are important, we can not demonstrate them today.  This sex-ed demonstration will not harm our sex-model in any way, although she may cry out during the demonstration, it will be in pleasure, not in pain.” 

‘God I hope not,’ thinks Yvette.

“The ropes that bind her are for her own protection.  Now that I have all legal disclaimers out of the way we can begin.  First we have to make the woman receptive to our male intensions.  The best way to do this is with gifts.”  A jail guard comes on stage with a heart shaped box of chocolates and shoves a bon-bon into Yvette’s mouth.

“Chocolate is a mild aphrodisiac and can make a woman horny, or at least a little horny, but don’t over do it, otherwise she will get fat and blame you for it.  But there are other gifts.”

Another jail guard comes on stage with a bottle of Champaign.  He uncorks the bottle, and in the process sprays the wine all over Yvette.  Then he shoves the neck of the bottle in her mouth and tilts it up until the bottle is empty. Yvette gulps down as much as she can but some of the bubbly dribbles from the corners of her mouth leaving a trail of froth running down her neck on to her breasts.

“As the old saying goes, ‘candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.’  But the best gift of all is new, fashionable shoes !”

Two guards bring out a pair of the worst knee high boots Yvette could ever imagine.  They lift her feet, one by one, and put the new boots on her.  The boots are a one-size-fits-all design.  They are laced up tightly so as to completely restrict her side to side ankle movement.  They have special steel rods running up each side and the back of the boot.  At the sole, these rods extend outward and end in a closed eye, much like the extra long skew-eye bolts you see at the hardware stores.  The eye is at a 90 degree angle to the boot, thereby making it flat to the stage.  The guards, with the aid of an electric screwdriver, bolt the boots to the wooden stage.

Smoky, who has standing at the back of the stage supervising the guards, whispers to Yvette after they finish bolting her to the stage, “I know they aren’t pretty, but they are practical.  They prevent you from raising your body by going on tiptoes.  You’ll see why this is important later.”

“So, now that we have wooed our subject with chocolates, wine and shoes, without further ado, lets bring out Mr. Rob Bot, the male star of this demonstration.”

The crowd of young men applauds, as a jail guard sets a small suite case on the stage in front of Yvette.  On the box is stenciled ‘Rob Bot’ ; robot; the box contains a mechanical fucking machine.  The box is opened and a long jointed rod is attached to a heavy metal flywheel on the machine.  The rod passes through 2 bushing, which keep the outer end from moving in any direction other than back and forth.  The scary part is that the rod is pointing like a spear at Yvette’s pussy.

“Now young men, it is important that you have the correct angle of thrust when fucking your bride.  Medical studies have shown, that for 97% of all women, the optimum angle is precisely 55 degrees from the horizontal.  For our demonstration, since our sex-model is rotated 90 degrees, the angle becomes . . .  anyone ?”

A squeaky voice calls out from the crowd of high school students “55 degrees from the vertical.”

“Correct !  Give that young man a chocolate bar,” chides the Doctor.  “Guards, position the machine so that the thrusting armature is at exactly 55 degrees from the vertical.”

The guards move the box, measure the angle and distance to Yvette’s vagina and bolt the machine to the stage, so it is completely stationary.

“OK, boys, this part gets a little personal.  How large is the average male penis ?  By this, I mean how fat is it; not how long is it.  You there, young man, what is the diameter of your cock right now.  It has to be pretty big, judging by the size of the bulge in your trousers.”

The boy is embarrassed, but feels his hard-on through his pants and says, “ah, 4.5 cm, sir.”

“Good; very good.  That’s a nice size cock you have, young man.  It will make your future wife very happy.  Guard, attach a 4.5 cm diameter rubber dildo to the thrusting armature.”  The guard retrieves a metal tube from the box of parts, locates a 4.5 cm diameter, flesh-colored, rubber dildo and screws it onto the end of the tube.  He then slides the pipe over the rod on the fucking machine and awaits further instructions.  The tip of the rubber phallic is only a few centimeters from Yvette’s pussy, and she tries to back away from it as much as the ropes will allow.

Now that we have the correct angle and a nice size dildo, who can tell me the proper penis thrust dimension ?”

“10 cm ?”, guess’ one boy.  “No; care to guess again ?” says the doctor.

“6 cm ?” ; “Heavens no, maybe for a pin-dick, but we can do better. Does anyone care to guess again ?.

“14 cm ?” ;  “No, but you’re getting closer.  Any other guesses ?.

“32 cm ?” ; “Oh, god, NO.  You’d fuck her so deep that you’d rupture her uterus!

“It’s a trick question.  The correct answer is 85% of the distance from the woman’s inner labia to the back of her cervix.  For you slower students, that’s 0.85 x the distance for her cunt lips to the end of her cunt hole.  Will one of the guards please measure the depth of our sex-model’s vagina ?”

A guard produces a long slender rod with a soft rubber tip and measuring gradations along its entire length.  He lubes it with glycerin then slowly sticks it up Yvette’s pussy until it will go no farther and she yelps with pain.  “21 cm,” announces the guard.  “She has a deep pussy.”

“OK, can anyone tell me what 85% of 21 cm is ?”

“17.85 cm,” yells a voice from the crowd of students.

“Correct.  There must be a few math students in this class, too.  Guard, set the thrust distance to 17.85 cm.”

The guard fiddles with the connection between the flywheel and the thrusting arm.  He is very careful, and double checks his measurements.  He then extends the dildo tipped tube so that it is 3.15 cm inside of Yvette’s pussy.  This dimension is the difference between 21 and 17.85 cm.  He tightens a set screw and announces, “Mr. Rob Bot is ready for action, Doc.”

“Excellent.  Attach the battery cables and we’ll give it a whirl.”

One of the guards sets a large truck battery on the stage and connects it to Rob Bot’, the fucking machine, with a set of jumper cables.  It appears that the ‘mechanical man’ is operated by a 12 volt DC motor. “Battery attached, Doc,” says the guard.

“Excellent.  Now which of you young men wants to demonstrate the proper, initial fuck-stroke ?”

A pimply faced boy in the front row jumps up waving his arm and shouting, “I do.  I do.  Let me do it.”

Yvette starts to worry.  She thinks, ‘This kid is probably still a virgin.  Hell, everything he knows about sex he learned from his daddy’s porno magazines, or from his from his own masturbation fantasies.  This is going to hurt.’

The man in the white lab-coat hands the boy a remote controller.  He explains that the fucking machine can be run at any speed the boy wants and shows him how to select the speed.  He also shows him how to use the joystick on the controller to manually varying speed.  The kid doesn’t look too bright, and Yvette suspects the worst.  She tries desperately to wiggle her hips or stretch her legs to dislodge the dildo for her pussy before the boy does some serious damage to her cunt; but to no avail; the ropes and the ‘fashionable boots’ are too tight and prevent her from moving enough.  She is just too well tied.

Zap, the boy pushes the start button and immediately the fucking machine starts hammering Yvette’s pussy at a rate of 5 or 6 strokes per second.  Yvette screams, then screams some more.  She continues to scream as the doctor explanations the boy’s mistake to the students

“Do you see how fast she is being fucked and how little Miss Easy is not enjoying it ?” says the doctor.  “While there may be an athlete or two in your school who can fuck this rapidly, your future wife will not be able to take it.”

Yvette screams, “Please, PLEASE, turn it off !  Turn it off !”

The doctor takes the controller from the boy and switches off the machine.  Yvette, breaths a sigh of relief, as the Doctor bends down to make an inspection.

“No damage.  The machine is OK, and I think our subject is also, at least for now.  Let me show you how to properly fuck a woman.  You have to start slowly and give her vagina a chance to welcome your cock by relaxing and lubricating.  Now unless there has been a lot of foreplay, such as kissing, breast fondling or pussy stroking, a woman’s vagina will not be sufficiently lubricated to accept your manhood.  As my demonstration has shown, just because she is naked, doesn’t mean she’s wet.  Now foreplay doesn’t have to be all the man’s job.  Most young women will get very wet after sucking a man’s cock, especially if she loves him. Unfortunately, the court order reserves the cock sucking demonstration for the evening classes and only allows our sex-model to be fucked by a mechanical lover this afternoon.  Now since Miss Easy is not presently in the mood for sex, lets see if we can change her mind before turning on the machine.”

The doctor sets down the controller and start stroking Yvette’s breasts.  He moves behind her and with both hands he cups them and gentle squeezes her tits, letting her hardening nipples slip through his fingers to be lightly squeezed between them.  He then starts nibbling on the nape of her neck; first one side, then the other.  Yvette can smell a faint trace of whiskey on the doctor’s breath.  He continues to fondle her breasts until she finally has and involuntary reaction and shutters.  The doctor has found her secret erotic zone at the base of her neck.  She moans, and the doctor ceases his foreplay and steps to the from of the small stage.

“There.  Did you young men see that ?  Our subject is starting to enjoy herself as evident by that slight shake you just saw.  It’s commonly called a lover’s shutter.  Now let’s see what her cunt has been up to.  Jailer, feel her pussy and tell our boys what you find.”

Smoky steps up on the stage and places his hand over Yvette’s freshly shave pubic mound.  He strokes her naked pussy lips, before gently spreading them and inserting a single finger past the dildo already in her pussy. 

“Remember, I take care of you, and you’ll take care of me,” he whispers as he pets her clit.  “Doc, she’s getting wet.  Its not flowing a gusher, but her cunt is becoming receptive to some more attention from her new boyfriend, Mr. Rob Bot.”

“Excellent.  Now I want every young man in the NuGreenleaf High Boy’s Health and Human Sexuality Class, who has not felt or smelled a woman’s pussy to come up and get a ‘free feel’, as the whores call it.”

No one volunteers.

“Come on now.  Lack of experience is nothing to be ashamed of at your age.”

The pimply faced boy, who first tried his hand at operating the fucking machine, steps up on the stage.  Smoky spreads Yvette’s labia and says, “just one finger, and not too deep, son.”

The boy sticks his finger into the top of Yvette’s pussy, rubbing past her clit, then shyly withdraws it.  “Yes sir, she is a little wet,” he says, before the next boy steps up on the dais to cop his ‘first feel’.  In all, 14 boys finger Yvette’s pussy, which gets wetter and wetter as they inadvertently drag their fingers over her now swollen clit.  She shutters again and is struck by each young man’s innocence.  ‘They really don’t know anything about a girl’s pussy,’ she muses.

“I think our subject is ready,” says the jail Doctor, as picks up the remote controller.  “Here is how you should start.”

Doc adjusts the settings and the dildo starts a slow, very slow advance into Yvette’s love-hole.  It takes a full minutes before it reaches the maximum penetration.

“You see how receptive she is.  Not only is she wet, but her cunt is opening up for the rubber penis.  Notice she is not screaming.  That’s always a good sign.  Once you have completely stretched her vagina, at least as much as your own pecker can, you can start fucking her.  But do it slowly, at least at first.  When you get real experienced at love-making, you can actually thrust into her very very slowly, thereby teasing her and making her even more aroused.”

‘Yes, that’s the way Jack used to fuck her.  Back when they were still in love and  married.  He made me so horny,’ she says to herself.

The doctor increases the speed of her new mechanical boyfriend.  Its still rather slow, at least slower than Yvette wants.  She starts rocking her hips and thrusting her pelvis.  She is not even aware she is doing it, at first.  The ropes will allow her a few cm of movement forward and backward and after a few minutes she is straining at them to increase the depth of the dildo’s thrust.

“There, do you see how she is responding.  She is actually, actively fucking herself with the dildo.  When a woman wants it, really wants it, she just won’t lay there in bed and be fucked.  She wants to fuck.  She’ll match your every stroke with one of her own.  At this point you are a team; a love-making team, and a steady rhythm is very important.  Now let’s see what else our sex-model can do for us.  Guards, loosen some of her ropes, so she has a few more centimeters of room.  Let see if she will impale her cunt on the dildo.”

Two guards un-tie then re-tie some of the ropes.  The boots still prevent Yvette from raising her pussy off of the dildo, but that is the furthest thing from her mind right now.  The Doctor slightly increases the speed and Yvette matches it.  When the mechanical ‘man’ has thrust his rubber cock as far forward as it will go, Yvette also thrusts her now dripping cunt as far forward as it will go.

“Oh, God, that feels sooo good !” she coos.

“Notice how far our sex-model is taking the dildo.  It is hitting the back of your pussy and you are forcing the cock into your uterus, aren’t you girl ?” ask the Doctor.

“Yes.  Its so good.  Yes, oh God !”

“You are such a slut, Yvette.  Easy is a perfectly fitting name for a slut like you,” says the Doctor.  “Adulteresses make the best sex-models, don’t you think ?”

Yvette is so close to an orgasm, that she doesn’t mind being publicly nude, humiliated and insulted.  Her need to climax is the only thing she cares about right now.

“Oh God, I’m going to come.  Oh, God !”

“Not yet, my little oversexed slut,” says Doc as he turns off the mechanical fucking machine.

“NO !  You can’t do this to me !  I want to come.  I need it,” she begs.

The boys are completely wide-eyed.  They have never seen anything like this.  Purely by chance, the fucking machine has stopped with the dildo nearly at its maximum thrust.  Needing to come so badly, Yvette continues to thrust her hips and pussy on to the now stationary dildo.

“See how she continues to hump the cock, like a bitch in heat, which she is,” says the Doctor.  “When a girl is as fertile as this one, she has to have sex, and lots of it.  If your future wife is like this, you better take your vitamins and be ready for some long nights in the bedroom; and days, too.”

“Ohh, Ohhhh, Ohhhhh, Godddd !!!”

Yvette’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her breathing comes in short little gasps and with one last violent thrust she comes.  She has thrust the dildo so far into her pussy that her cunt lips are near onto the metal tube.  Her ass and thighs involuntarily quiver as her orgasm finishes.  The crowd applauds.  The Doctor takes a bow, even though is was the girl’s performance they are clapping for.

On the far side of the square, Cindy Cums has been tied like a giant spread eagle between the whipping posts and facing Yvette.  One guard is on her right side and one on her left.  They take turns whipping her tits and stomach with horsehair stingers.  A third guard is behind the posts and he has a long handled buggy whip in one hand and a traditional leather flogger in the other.  From Yvette’s vantage, this 3rd guard appears to be flogging her back and globular buttock and using the whip to strike her pussy by wrapping it under and around her crotch.  The other guards are on break or something and the 3 doing all the work are clearly arm weary.  Cindy’s chin is hung down to her chest, and she may be unconscious.  In any case, she is not screaming, due to the red rubber ball gag the guards inserted a couple of hours ago.  They may have gotten tired of all her wailing. 

“Pay attention,” barks the Doctor, as he slaps Yvette across one of her tits and then the other.  “I have 1 more subject to cover with you, Miss Easy, and we will be done with the demonstrations for the high school students.  Then I can go see if the bitch on the other dais has been whipped enough, or if she still needs more.”

The Jail’s Doctor turns to his crowd of young men and says, “Now a normal woman will need at least 40 minute of recovery time between orgasms.  I think our sex-model can get by on far less.  It’s been about 5 minute since she climaxed, lets get her to do an encore performance, shall we ?” 

The boys hoot and whistle and chant ‘more , more , more’.  Doc smiles and switches on the fucking machine.  He quickly brings it up to speed, with little or no warm-up time given to Yvette’s still contracted vagina.  Instinctively, she shifts her pussy as far backward as she can, to avoid the thrusting dildo; at least at first.  But within 3 minutes she’s back to matching the mechanical man’s thrusts with those of her own.  Within 10 she is having her second screaming orgasm of the afternoon.

Doc turns off the motor and the crowd applauds her performance as her body sags in her rope bindings.  Doc bows again and again as the boys clap.  Even Yvette becomes lucid enough to nod her head in acknowledgement of the ovation.

The teacher announces, “OK, it’s 4:30 and our field trip is now over.  Get back on the bus and remember your homework assignment.  Write a 3 page essay about what you learned here today and have it on my desk by Friday.”

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 4 – Making Friends

“Doctor John, you better go attend to that other girl.  She don’t look so good,” says Smoky pointing to the far side of the Village Square.  “We’ll put away Rob Bot and get Miss Easy ready for her evening shows.”

Yvette is aware of herself again and is standing on her own.

“Smoky, did I pass-out or faint or something ?”

“No.  Well maybe.  I’d say you were overcome by passion.  You sure are a hot babe, Yvette.  I’ve never seen a woman who could fuck like that, and with such a large dildo on Mr. Rob,” says the jailer as he slowly removes the 4.5 cm diameter rubber dildo from Yvette’s swollen pussy.  He cleans the dildo and puts it in the case with all the other Rob Bot paraphernalia.  He then swabs the sex-model’s inner and outer labia with a warm anesthetic laced glycerin solution.

“Do you really think that kid has a 4.5 cm dick ?” she asks.

“Not likely.  Size matters, but it can be a bad indicator, too.  Did you know most hardened criminal at the big government prisons have thick cocks ?  It’s true.  They did a study.  The average size was 5.4 cm in diameter, with none smaller than 4.0 and one as big as 7.3 cm.”

“Smoky, whatever you down there, it feels very soothing.  You really are taking good care of me.”

“Told ya.”

“So when I take care of you, are you going to be too big for me ?” she asks coyly.

“Nope.  Not me.  I guess I’m a 3 cm guy.  After you fucked that 4.5 cm dildo, I’ll be rattling around inside you like a strand of spaghetti.”

“Oh, Smoky.   A 3 is just fine; in fact I like 3s.  They taste better.  My husband has a 3.  Ah, x-husband, I mean.  I’m just all stretched out from being raped a week ago by some bastard with a really fat cock; a 6 or 7 cm one.  He really destroyed my pussy.  So, in all your years of experience with criminals, what is the widest penis you’ve ever seen ?”

“I think it was a 6, maybe 6.5, and long, too.  We had some drunk in the jail for a couple of days about a month ago.  He was what we call a habitual adulterer; had been branded for this crime 5 times.  Small ‘A’ on the right butt cheek, big ‘A’ on the left, 2 small ‘A’s on the bottom of his chest and 2 big ones on the top.  His 5th branding did not come-out too good.  The branding scars on the backs of his hands were done poorly.  They were not too distinct and unless you knew what to look for, you would hardly recognize them as ‘A’s at all.  The police caught him whacking-off in the bushes just behind this very stage.  What a pervert.  He did 3 nights in cell #4, had to cleaned up the shrubbery and that was that.  I’d never seen anyone with a cock wider than that.  I still see him around the Village some nights.  Maybe he’ll be here to watch one of your shows.  But don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.”

“And I’ll take care of you, too, Smoky.  But right now, I’m a little tied up.”

“I know. I was the one who did most of the tying.”

They laugh at their impromptu joke.  “Stand up and let me see you, Smoky.  Come closer.  I have something for you.  It’s just a kiss.  I want to kiss the guy who has been taking such good care of me.”

“I don’t kiss adulteresses,” he says as he stands and moves close to the bound girl.

“You don’t have to.  I’ll do all the kissing,” says Yvette, who leans forward, as far as the ropes will allow, and softly kisses the potbellied Jailer on the top of his bald head.  For good measure, she wiggles her perfect, court decreed, silicone-free breasts in his face.

“Now don’t telling Mrs. Smoky about this, OK ?”

“I won’t have to.  She’s standin’ right over there.  Ellie, come over here and meet Miss Yvette Easy, the girl we’ve been reading about in the newspapers.”

“Ah, Smoky, is this a good idea ?  Am I going to be charged with a second count of adultery before being branded for my first ?”

Ellie, the middle aged, jailer’s wife walks up to the edge of the stage.  Her hair is streaked with grey and she has one breast sagging much farther then the other; probably due to breast cancer.

“Smoky, I brought you supper.  Roast beef sandwiches, cream corn and lemon aid.  There’s even extra for the young lady.  My doesn’t she look splendid !  Now, don’t you get me worry, young lady, I don’t see anything wrong with my Ol’ Smoky being friendly with a nice girl like you.  He is a man and still has those manly urges, but as long as he’s just looking at the pretty girls, and brings those manly-urges home to me at night, It’s OK”

“Oh, Ellie, you’re taking away all my fun and telling all my secrets,” says the Jailer to his wife.  The old couple pull a pair of folding chairs up on to the stage in front of the naked girl, bound to the frame.  “How ‘bout passing me one of those sandwiches.”

Ellie continues, “Besides, I was once raped when I was about your age.  Smoky, who was then my fiancé, caught the guy and slit his gullet with that same pearl-handled straight razor he used to shave you with.  The bastard deserved it.  We got married the next day, so Smoky could not be charged.”

“This planet is too preoccupied with sex crimes, but its no wonder.  The first starship load of colonists was half perverts and half hookers and all criminals, except for the few guards, but even they fit into the first category.  Branding was unnecessary because everyone knew everyone else and every woman was a whore, in one way or another and every man had too much sex-drive and big cocks.  The first colonists were sent here to build the Villages, the connecting roads network and work on the wheat farms.”

“I’ve heard that we grow the best wheat in the universe and that we feed 6 galaxies.  They taught us in school that our wheat is 13% protein and won’t grows any place else.  My dad and mom were farmers, at least he was until he died 8 years ago.  Mom rented out the farm and we moved into NuGreenleaf when I was 15 and still not had my first female cycle.  But I was born here and so were my parents; we’re not off-worlders,” says Yvette.

“I see.  That explains why you’re an only child.  It seems women born here have very few fertile years and that they go through puberty late.  This is why the vast majority of the female population is either not yet ready to breed, or barren.  But for the colonists in those early years, they were all fertile and for the first 3 or 4 years, it seems like every woman on the planet was knocked up.  Most had 3 or 4 children, if they were married or not.  Then wham, they quit ovulating and the cancers started.  They had a house full of healthy rug-rats, but the women were all going through menopause.”

“Ellie, why don’t you feed some roast beef sandwich to Miss Yvette.  Its suppertime and she hasn’t eaten all day.  Her next show is at 6PM, and who knows when she’ll get another chance to eat.”

“How about untying me and I can eat my own sandwich ?” asks Yvette.

“Sorry, but I can’t do that.  You got 19 ½ more hours of community service left to do.  And when Doc gets back for your 6PM show, he can decide if you need to be tied or not.  I suspect you’ll have to stay this way until midnight.  Just bend your knees and let the bungee cords support you.”

Ellie breaks off a piece of sandwich and feeds the tied-up girl while Smoky continues with Yvette’s history lesson.  “So immigration from off-world increased and ‘normal’ people started arriving.  They were white-collar entrepreneurs and blue-collar tradesmen, but they were not criminals.  They made a lot of money and they soon brought their families.  However, the government continued to send petty criminals and women with low moral standards, what we now call whores.  For 2 decades the population was a 50/50 ratio between the honest people on one hand and the crooks and whores on the other.  Most of the criminals sent here stayed here after their sentences was over.  But then the thievery really got out of hand.  The planetary council passed all sorts of laws with unusual punishments to deter the robbing and enforce moral values.  They couldn’t send the convicted criminals to another planet; they didn’t have enough prison space and besides they needed the labors of these men to grow the economy.  Even though they might be caught stealing, most of them held full time jobs.  So, the solution was the shameful identification of public brandings.  This marked the bad guys, so the good people could avoid them, especially in their business dealings.”

“And marked the bad girls, too, so you won’t accidentally bring her to an ice cream social or, heaven forbid marry her,” added Ellie.  “Here, eat some of this creamed corn before it gets cold.  It’s made fresh, not canned.  Smoky, be a gentleman and feed our guest.”

Smoky stands up and starts spoon feeding Yvette the creamed corn and dabbing at the corners of her mouth after each spoonful. 

Then Ellie comments, “By now the first generation of kids born here were getting married and starting a family.  Except, a lot of the girls weren’t getting pregnant.  No one knew why.  Experts from off-world were secretly called in to study the problem.  Well it wasn’t a year before the secret got out.  Folks on this planet like to gossip too much and can’t keep a secret to save their soul.  Then people stopped moving here and the population started it long, slow decline.  Now in, 2119, the planet actually has 40,000 fewer people that at the peak in 2060.  The colony’s ban on contraception has help slow the fall.  And so has its extra efforts in sex-education, which you have been a part of this afternoon.  But its not enough,” said Ellie.

“This is all news to me.  We were never told this in High School,” says Yvette.  “How did you get your information, and could I have some of that lemon aid ?”

Ellie pours a cup of lemon aid from the vacuum bottle and gives to her a sip at a time.

Smoky says, “Easy.  I lived through it.  I’ve been the head jailer in the Village of NuGreenleaf since the year you were born.  I should have retired last year, but they kept me on.  Seems that my young assistants are still too wet behind the ears.  Besides, I come from a long line of jailers.  My Daddy was the head Jailer over in Springtown, and his father was a professional prison guard brought in from off-world on the 3rd starship.  I actually have a master’s degrees in criminal identification and criminal psychology.  My good-ol-boy country dialect is just for show.  It helps me get along with my prisoners better.  You’d be surprised what a jail-bird will tell you if he thinks you are a hayseed.”

“Yes I’m very proud of my Ol’ Smoky,” says Ellie.  “I guess his dialect has rubbed off on me, too.  I’m a maternity ward nurse at the Village Hospital.  Given the low birthrate, it’s a part time position these days.  This gives me a lot of time to look through old medical records and health statistics.  That hospital was built during the baby boom; when all the fertile women from other planets were having kids.  Originally, it was called the NuGreenleaf Woman’s Hospital.  It was one giant maternity ward.  There were 8 delivery rooms, and during a full moon they used ‘em all.  But now we use only 2.  The others are just storage rooms.  Now we mostly perform hysterectomies, mastectomies and lumpectomies; I’ve had 2 of them.  All us nurses say this planet will be the ‘wreck of me’ its sort of a nurse’s pun.”

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 5 – Evening News & The Night Begins

A TV news camera crew is set up in front of the courthouse.  A man in a red frockcoat and ringing a bell, is standing halfway up the courthouse steps and is yelling out, a ‘hear ye’.  The Village of NuGreenleaf, has adopted the ancient tradition of a town crier to deliver messages to the public concerning important news or decrees.  Usually, you just see him on TV.  This is the first time Yvette had seen him live.

“Hear ye, hear ye.  Due to the impending ionic storm, the Village TV station will cease broadcasting at 8PM tonight in order to protect their delicate broadcasting equipment.  The late night entertainment shows will be re-aired at a later date.  The 11PM local news broadcast will be moved up to 7:30PM, to keep the public informed of current events.  Regular broadcasting will resume at 11AM the next day.  This storm will not harm or injure people, and it is not necessary to remain indoors or under protective shelter.  Hear ye, hear ye.”

‘Strange,’ thinks Yvette.  ‘I hadn’t heard anything about a coming storm.  These things are usually predicted weeks in advance.’

The people in the square, who had been listening intently to the announcement, go back to doing what they had been doing before the announcement.  Which is mostly gossiping and staring at the 2 naked women in the square.  All except the TV crew.  They hold their position.

“Hear ye, hear ye,” calls a different cryer from the steps.

‘Are they doing a re-take ?,’ thinks Yvette.

“By order of the honorable Judge Fairvert, the following changes are made to the curfew laws ; 1. that the curfew time for unaccompanied minors has been changed from 10PM to midnight.  2. that the curfew time for adults, which is normally from 3AM has been lifted entirely  3. that these curfew changes will go into effect this very evening  4. that the normal curfew times will resume the following day.  Hear ye, hear ye.”

‘That was no re-take of the ionic storm announcement.  It looks like the young boys will be watching me doing more sex-ed demonstrations or watching Cindy Cums being paddled,’ thinks Yvette.

“Hear ye, hear ye,” calls the first crier from the steps.  “By order of the Village’s alcohol commission; first, the tax on beer, wine and distilled spirits is hereby lifted for tonight.”

A small cheer goes up from some of the townsfolk.

“Second, that the taverns, saloons, restaurants and bars must cease sale of beer, wine and distilled spirits at midnight, rather than at 2AM, for this night only.”

The same townsfolk that cheered earlier start grumbling.

“Third that the taverns, saloons, restaurants and bars are allowed to continue carryout sales of beer, wine and distilled spirits until 4AM, for this night only.”

An even louder cheer erupts from the people in the square.

‘Aw, fuck.  I guess everyone will be down here, drinking un-taxed booze and watching us 2 naked women being punished and shamed.  With the TV being off, we are the only show in town,’ thinks Yvette.

“Hear ye, hear ye,” calls the second crier again. 

“Oh god, this is getting ridicules,” says Yvette.

“By order of the honorable Judge Fairvert, all 4 prisoners in the Village jail who have been convicted of offenses, who are awaiting their public branding, are hereby ordered to be branded tomorrow at 1PM and that all appeals of their original convictions are hereby suspended.  Furthermore, all unpaid fines are considered canceled by this court.”

There is a long silence, but the TV crew starts taking their camera down, so the ‘hear ye’ announcements must be over.  ‘At least the guys don’t have to pay their fines,’ thinks Yvette.  Them, from across the square some drunken asshole yells ‘burning party tomorrow, and a hot time tonight ! Whoa Rah !’.

It’s 2 hours before sundown and it’s starting to get a little cooler.  The sunlight is at a low angle and shines a golden hue under the elm trees and on to the limp figure of Miss Cums, as she hangs from her ropes.  At the far end of the square, the Jail’s Doctor sprays Cindy with water from a sports bottle and she comes-to, sputtering.  Doc givers her a long drink form the bottle and starts asking her questions, although it’s too noisy for Yvette to hear, judging by her head nods, Cindy is saying ‘yes’ to something.  Cindy looks like she is in a theatrical spotlight, still tied, spread eagle, between the twin whipping posts.  Yvette can see the full length of her nude body now. She has nice tits for a woman her age, which Yvette estimates at 30ish.  She must be from off-world, or she has had a lot of silicone treatments.   Yvette can just barely see the 2 small ‘A’ brands on her lower breasts, but there are no large ‘A’s on her upper breasts.  She is a 3-time loser adulteress, which means she has 4 ‘A’ scars.  I wonder how many scars she carries from the whippings ?’ thinks Yvette.

The Doc is handed another bottle, but this one is a pint of beer.  He lets Cindy drink all of it.  The clock strikes the hour; 6PM.  On the far stage, Doc is handed yet another bottle of beer, which Cindy drinks more slowly.  When the 3rd bottle is offered, she refuses to have any of it.  Her head is pulled back by another guard, a funnel gag is produced and inserted in her mouth and she is forced to drink her 3rd beer, but Yvette can not tell how much she actually drinks and how much runs down her breasts.

“Ellie, I got to get back to work,” says Smoky the Jailer, as he gives Yvette the last bite of roast beef sandwich.

“I know, but don’t expect me to stay very long,” replies his wife.  “You know I don’t like to watch the evening demonstrations.  When they get too intense, I’ll just go on home.  You behave yourself, Smoky.  I want to see you at home a little after midnight.  And bring those male-urges home with you.  I may not be fertile any more, but I still love sex with my husband.”

Yvette, waits until Ellie has moved away from the stage, then she whispers, as loudly as she dare, “Smoky what’s this thing about you leaving me at midnight ?  Who’s going to take care of me then ?”

“Me and Doctor John work in shifts; noon to midnight.  Some other Jailer and Doctor does the other shift.  I don’t recall who is scheduled for tonight.  Anyway, nothing happens during the late night shift.  You can get some sleep if your position is comfortable enough.  And the second shift man will adjust your ropes, if you ask him nicely.”

On the other side of the square a tilting table is being lifted up on to the stage.  Cindy is still tied between the posts, as the table is placed in front of her.  Tilting tables are just as the name implies; a table, mounted on a fulcrum so that the top of the table can be tipped in either direction.  The angle of the tip depends on the height of the pivot and the length of the tabletop.  This one looks like it can go to 45 degrees.  The table is bolted to the stage so that it tips either to the left or right of the audience, but can’t tip over.  Cindy Cums is untied from the twin whipping posts by 2 guards.  All her resistance is gone and she does not struggle with them as she is laid, face up, on top of the table.  She is tied and strapped down with her arms over her head and the legs spread a little less than meter.  All in all, she looks rather comfortable.  The crowd in the square shifts to her side and practically no one is watching Yvette, which is just fine to her.  A guard forces Cindy to drink another bottle of beer.  It looks like she is getting drunk.

Yvette whispers to herself, ‘gee it must be nice to lie down, and a beer won’t be a bad idea either.  Maybe it won’t be so bad for you, now, Miss Cums, the common whore.”

“And may be not,” says the Jail Doctor who stands behind Yvette.

“That ‘common whore’ on the other stage is a real fighter.  I hear she groin kicked a guard up in the courtroom and he went to the hospital.  His buddies want revenge.  I’ll have to spend most of my time over there to keep them from killing her.  Getting her a little drunk will make her easier for the guards to control.  If she doesn’t provoke them, she may survive the night.  Besides I have a little trick to play on her that won’t hurt her a bit.”

“But what about me ?  Am I done ?  I did good for the high school kids, didn’t I?”

“You did pretty good, but I have to continue using you as a sex-model.  It’s in the Judge’s orders,” says the Doc in Yvette’s ear as he stands behind her and begins fondling and kneading her breasts.  “But we have to get you ready for night school.  The night demonstrations cover harder techniques, and these guys are in the advanced placement classes.  We have to come up with something that holds their interest, or that nice young guard with the machine gun just might have to use it.  The court has ordered community service, not community rape.  Say, you did pretty good with that 4.5 cm wide dildo.  Let’s see how far we can stretch that pussy of yours,” he continues to whisper in her ear between love bites to the back of her neck.  “Follow my lead and answer ‘yes’ to all my questions.  After I get you started on your evening demonstration, I’m going to leave you with Smoky and his crew.  He’ll take care of you.”

“Oh, yes, I know.  But I like the way you take care of me, too,” says Yvette as the Doc’s soft hands gentle massage her breasts making them feel very good.  “You know, the charges against that other girl are as flimsy as cellophane.  I heard everything under the courtroom door.  I’m not her lawyer, but I know how she can beat them, except for the drunk and disorderly.”

“Oh really,” says Doc.  “Her lawyer, Ms. N. Epps, is one of the worst public defenders in this whole region.  I don’t think she has ever won a case.  Cindy Cums might as well be fighting the charges all by herself.  Too bad you are not a lawyer, or her pimp-manager or a relative.  If you were, then you could act as her council and present your ideas as part of her defense.”

“She really should not have to go to jail over other people’s mistakes.”

“I agree,” says Doc.  “Maybe you can tell me more later.  Right now, my little slut, it’s show time.”  Doc steps out from behind Yvette and loudly swats her on each ass-cheek to get the crowd’s attention. 

He steps to the front of the stage and says in a loud voice, “Gentlemen, tied to the bondage frame before us is the BEST pair of tits I have ever mauled, or you will ever see.  These breasts could be in the Miss Nude Universe contest, if it weren’t for the fact they are here on xz345 delta.”  This catches the TV crew’s attention and they quickly swing their camera and lights to the western dais to get some footage of this other babe.  The one who could have been in such a prestigious beauty contest as Miss Nude Universe.

“I see we now have TV6 filming the show.  Are we going to be on the nighttime news ?  Are we live ?”

A crewman nods his head, yes.

“Excellent.  I’m sure that showing the best tits on the planet will raise your ratings, and raise a few cocks as well.  For those of you who haven’t met tonight’s sex-model yet, this is Miss Easy, and she loves sex, isn’t this true ?”

“Oh, yes ! I am Easy and I LOVE sex,” says Yvette, giggling a little at the corny lines she just delivered.  But, Doc wants me to following his lead.

The crowd whistles and howls their approval.  This is going to be good.

“Guys, this afternoon, this sweet, innocent looking girl took a 4.5 cm diameter dildo and didn’t flinch a bit, didn’t you ?”

“Yes Sir.  And I did it twice !” says Yvette.

More whistles and howls as more men drift over to her end of the square.

“Now guys, I know that a lot of you are as wide as 4.5 cm and several of you may even be bigger.  Tonight, we are going to have a challenge competition, to see just how fat a cock this innocent slut can take.  Take it easy men.  Put away those ‘pythons’ and zip-up your fly.  You can’t fuck her, at least not tonight.  We are going to fuck her constantly wet pussy, with a robot; a mechanical fucking machine we affectionately call Mr. Rob Bot.  We will start where Miss Easy left-off; at 4.5 cm, then increase the diameter at ½ cm intervals each time she orgasms.  Remember, Mr. Rob Bot, can thrust any size rubber cock, all the way up to the really big one we call ‘Goliath’, the 9 cm giant.”

Oooh, goes the crowd.  Doctor John is sounding more like a sideshow barker than a medical doctor.

Smoky retrieves the monster dildo from its storage box and show it to the crowd.  It is not like a real man’s cock.  It looks more like an artillery shell with ridges.  Not the normal ridges you might see on a latex condom, should you ever see a condom on xz345.  No, these ridges are half a cm tall and are spaced every 2 cm along the shaft.  It would be like being fucked with a tubular washboard.  The tip is bright pink and the base pure black.  The tops of the ridges transition from pink at the tip to dark red near the base.  The valleys between the ridges are black.  But the ridges are not the worst of it.  The shaft itself is the most diabolical.  It is not a uniform diameter, like the other dildos.  Goliath has a taper.  At the head-end, the largest diameter is only 7.5 cm at its widest.  But at its base, Goliath is a cunt stretching, pussy ripping, 11 cm wide !  The 9 cm diameter is only an average.

Neither Doc nor Smoky recite the description of Goliath to the audience, and the monster phallus is only shown to the crowd from behind the bondage frame ; where Yvette can not see it.

“Miss Easy, no fake ‘O’s; only real orgasms.  Once you cum with a dildo, only then can you go to the next size bigger cock.  Do you understand ?  Are you wet ?  Are you horny ?  Are you ready to be fucked ?”

“Yes, YES and YES !” Yvette answers showing all of her enthusiasm.

“Guard, bring out Mr. Rob Bot and let him fuck this pussy !!!!”

The crowd cheers.

Doc really gets the crowd worked up and maybe 75% of the guys in the Square have now migrated over to Yvette’s dais.  He walks over to Yvette and grabs her by the tits with both hands and squeezes them together.  He then embraces her and whispers to her, “You’re doing great.  Let the Bot do all the work.  Shake your tits a lot and vocalize.  The guys like it when you moan and scream when you cum.  But pace yourself; it’s 4 hours until midnight, but if cum every 15 minutes you’ll end up with the big one shoved up your sweet little cunt, and no one has ever ridden ‘Goliath’.  I got to go to the other stage and save Cindy.”

The guard sets up the mechanical fucking machine – 55 degrees angle and 17.85 cm thrust, just like he did with the high school class.  He re-lubricates the 4.5 cm diameter phallus, then inserts the dildo into her pussy. 

But Smoky comes over and takes the remote control.  “It’s my turn to play.  You can do her next.”

The old Jailer starts the motor and works the dildo into the girl’s pussy very slowly using a back and forth motion.  1 cm in and ½ cm back, then another 1 cm in and ½ cm back, etc.  It takes a long time, but it gets the job done.  Smoky very slowly stretches her vagina until the machine is at its maximum thrust, then he stops.  Yvette really wants it and she grinds her pussy on to the rubber dildo filling her pussy even more.

A guy in the crowd yells, “She waits it.  She waits it.  Enough with the warm-ups, she’s ready now.  Come on, fuck that bitch !”

Smoky starts a slow-fucking rhythm and very gradually increases the speed until he reaches a rate of 1.4 seconds per stroke, then he holds it there.  He watches the girl’s reaction.  Yes, the guy was right.  She really does want it.  Yvette is thrusting back at the machine, just like she did that afternoon.  The guys start clapping in rhythm, “cum baby, cum baby, cum baby,” as a way of urging her on.  Both the crowd and the sex-model are really enjoying the show.

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 6 – Toilet Fun for All (mostly all)

Meanwhile at the other side of the square, Cindy is finishing her 5th beer.  But she wants something else, and its not pizza.  She wants to piss. 

The Doctor steps up on the stage and says to the crowd, “You know what beer drinkers say ‘when you drink beer, you never buy it, you only rent it.  Cindy, do you want to use the toilet ?  Do you need to pee ?”

“Oh, god yes. I need to peepee.”

She is really drunk.  “So, what will you give me, if I let you use the toilet ?”

“I’ll give you 5 credits.”

But you have no purse, no wallet and no money.  What do you have that I might want, that you can give me, if I let you use the toilet ?”

“I have my mouth.  I can suck your cock.  Please, just let me use the ladiesroom.”

“Missy Cums, you are a whore.  You’ll suck any ones cock.  That’s not good enough.  What will you give me, if I let you use the toilet ?”

The crowd laughs.  They see the irony of the situation, since many of them are beer drinkers and also need to take a piss.

Cindy is finding it hard to barter when she is so drunk and in such distress.  “I’ll suck your cock and let you fuck me.  Please, sir, just let me use the toilet.”

“Miss Cums, you are a whore and a slut.  You’ll suck and fuck any one.  That’s not good enough.  What will you give me, if I let you pee ?”

“Anything you want, god damn it.  Please, Let Me Pee !”

“That’s much better,” he says as he puts on a pair of white latex medical gloves.  He then releases the locking mechanism and tilts the table so Cindy’s head is down and her feet up.  He spreads her outer labia with one hand and points her dripping urethra at her head with the other.  “OK, go ahead and pee.”

“I can’t, she cries.  There are too many people watching me.”

The crowd on this side of the square laughs at Cindy’s drunken behavior.  True, a lot of people are watching, and most of them are enjoying the shit our of the Doctor’s show, because they have to pee, too.

“Guard, bring the hot water.”  A guard comes on stage with 2 - 2 liter bottles full of lukewarm water.  He hands one bottle to Doc and starts slowly pouring the warm water from the other on Cindy’s hands.  Doc pours a continuous small trickle on Cindy’s open pussy and waits.  In just a few moments the pressure on her bladder and the compulsion to urinate is too much and she pisses a great stream.  The crowd cackles and cheers at seeing her piss in public.  By applying the right amount of pressure in just the proper place, Doc directs the stream of urine along the length of her body, although not too accurately.  With the force of gravity in his favor, Cindy’s pee hits her just under her neck, on her stomach, her tits, back to her neck, etc..  She realizes the trick they have played on her, but once the floodgate is open, she can not stop pissing on herself.  The crowd wildly applauds her humiliation.  As the stream subsides, Doc places one finger over her pee-hole blocking the flow.  He then firmly presses down on her abdomen with the other hand.  He then quickly releases his finger and one arching pulse of piss splashes Cindy Cums squarely in her face.  Doc then releases her pussy and abdomen and lets Cindy finish using herself as her toilet. 

When she is done, (at least temporarily) Cindy cries and meekly says, “Thank you Sir, for letting me pee.”  She knows she has to be respectful to her punisher; otherwise it will be a very long night and she knows the next time she has to piss, she better do it before anyone starts aiming her pee-hole at her face.

The Jail’s Doctor asks her, “now that I let you pee, you have to do something for me.”

“OK, yes I do.  Do you me to suck your cock first or do you want to fuck me first ?  Which ever you want, it’s fine with me.”

“But Miss Cums, that was not what we agree to.  Quite frankly, I don’t want you any where near my cock.  You smell like an unclean toilet.  But there is something you can do for my friends, here in the Village Square. They have also been drinking large amounts of beer.  Since the public toilet is a long way away, and since you smell like one already, you must be the most convenient toilet around.  Gentlemen, come up here and use your new public urinal !”

“Oh god; oh god no.  Please no !” Cindy cries as the first guy steps up on the stage, unzips and lets it fly; all over Cindy’s tits. And he is but the first fellow in a long line of guys waiting to relieve their bladders.  For the next 30 minute a steady line of men come up on stage, and urinate on Cindy.  They piss on her tits, on her pussy, on her face, and in her mouth, especially as she is screaming.  Some guys practice their aim, some shoot for maximum distance and some just plain take a leak on her.  In the end, every square centimeter of her is drenched in piss.

“Oh Cindy, you are so very ‘wet’”, chides the Doctor after he raises the table to the horizontal position.  She is sobbing pitifully, having been so publically humiliated. Guards, get some rubber gloves for your selves and some rags, soapy water and disinfectant for her.  Scrub her down real good.  Then tilt the table the other way, with her feet down, and hose her off with warm water, not cold.  I have to work with this bitch until midnight, and I don’t want to be smelling piss all night.  If one of you wants to take a free feel, go ahead.  And give her another couple of beers.  I’ve only begun with her,” says the Jail Doctor as he steps down from the stage and works his way through the crowd, across the square and to the other stage.

On the other side of the square, another TV news crew has arrived, this one from a neighboring town.  It seems word spreads quickly when it comes to filming a perfect pair of tits.  Doc can just see Yvette only from the waist up due to the mass of men pushed right up to the edge of the stage.  A jailer with a machine pistol stands behind the stage to keep order.  Smoky is at the side of the stage letting the crowd and TV crew get the best views of the girl being fucked by the mechanical ‘man’.  The sex-model appears to de close to orgasm, or maybe close to orgasm again, or maybe faking an orgasm, which would not be good.  “I wonder what size dildo she is riding ?  Is she humping the 5.0 or is she up to a 5.5 cm wide dildo ?” says Doc to himself as he wanders over in her direction.

It is now past sunset and Village workers are scampering around setting up temporary floodlights for both stages and setting out large trash barrels.  Street traffic has been detoured past the square so no one accidently runs over a spectator.  Another crew of Village workers is picking up the empty cans and bottles carelessly discarded by the crowd.  Someone will hurt them self on a broken beer bottle before the night is over, unless they start using the trash barrels.  A couple of savvy street venders are selling the men bottled beer from a giant ice chest.   Another one has a portable charcoal grill setup by the courthouse steps and is selling roasted sausages.  The Village square has taken on a carnival-like atmosphere, with the public humiliation of the 2 women, Cindy and Yvette, the main attraction at the freak show.

‘8:30PM time for a break,’ thinks Doc.  He stops to buy a beer from a vender kid, on his way to check on Yvette.  “This is thirsty work,” says Doc.  “Sell me a cold-one.”

The kid reaches into the nearly empty ice chest and pulls out a brown bottle.  “1.6 credits, sir,” says the young man selling the beer.  “I got 2 more.  You want those, too.”

“Its hard to pass ‘em up when they are this cheap, but not this time.  I’m supposed to be working.  That is a pretty good deal at a show like this.  Why so cheap ?”

“Oh, dad sets the price.  I just sell ‘em, but I heard the Village lifted the tax for tonight, and we’re just passing the savings along to our customers, sort of as a public service.”

Doc sits on a bench and drinks his beer.  The middle of the square is still largely vacant, since the ‘action’ is at the stages near the edges of the square.  There must be 400 to 450 people in the square, mostly men.  There are a few guys with their wives, watching the court sponsored, public spectacle.  Those women cling tightly to their husband’s arm.  There’s just something threatening about watching another woman, naked and being publicly punished, that drives a wife to seek her husband’s protection.  A third TV crew is setting up a camera and satellite uplink at the top of the courthouse steps.  From there, they don’t have to deal with the mass of bodies in front of the stages.  From this higher position, they just shoot over most of them.  Doc finishes his beer and walks around the back of the courthouse to the public restrooms.  It’s time for him to take a piss, too. 

Under the mercury vapor lights, by the loading dock behind the courthouse, he sees 3 topless girls giving blow jobs to a gang of young men.  The girls have small, pointed breasts and can’t be much past puberty.  But on this planet, with its hormone delays, they could be as old as 20.  Doc surveys the scene.  It looks like some innocent sport sucking for the 3 future whores.  There is nothing illegal about that, as long as they are all under age.  One girl has pink hair and nipple rings.  ‘She’ll be getting her ‘whore’ label branded on her sweet ass in her 21st birthday’, thinks Doc. Another girl has half her head shaved and wears a studded dog collar.  The guy she is sucking on has just shot a stream of hot cum on her tits.  She rubs it around; in the cleavage and on her thick stud-pierced nipples, before returning to the boy’s still hard cock to get every last drop.  The guy grabs the back of her head and pushes his long thin cock all the way down her throat, and holds in there for 7 or 8 seconds before releasing her.  ‘She’s good,’ thinks Doc, ‘and will make someone’s bordello a lot of money.’  The third girl is doing 3 guys at the same time; one in her mouth and 2 by hand.  ‘That could be an interesting out cum, if all 3 shot their wad at once,’ thinks Doc.

‘Ah, youth,’ he muses and quietly walks past the kids on the loading dock and into the well-lit public toilet.  Sure he could have relieved his bladder on Cindy Cums naked body, like so many other men did, but he likes to piss in private. 

But the restroom, on this particular night, is hardly private.  Two more girls are giving blowjobs in the men’s room, with 4 or 5 guys waiting for their turn.  One look at the 2 girls and Doc sees they are not sucking cock for sport.  These are real whores, not whores-in-training, like the 3 girls outside.  Their pimp-manager is sitting on a sink smoking a cigarette and collecting money.  “10 credits, mister,” he says to Doc. 

“Ah, no thanks.  I’m here to ‘drain the old pipe’,” replies Doc. 

“Oh, so you like it kinky.  If you want her to drink your piss too, that will cost you another 10.”

“No, no, no, I’m really just here to use the toilet, as a toilet, not as a new annex to the Village whorehouse.  Besides I’m on the clock and got to get back to work.”  Doc opens the door to the first toilet stall, only find some guy fucking a whore in her ass with her head in the commode.

“Hey, mister, leave my girls and customers alone.  The last stall is for pissing,” says the pimp.  Doc walks past 3 more occupied stalls, each with 2 sets of feet showing under the door, before reaching the last one.  ‘This really is a whorehouse,’ he thinks to himself as he gratefully drains his bladder, and without an audience watching.

To be continued.

Disclaimer and Copyright

The following story, ‘A Public Spectacle’ was written in 2008 and is an original work of fiction and is intended for adult readers only.  It contains descriptions of acts of violence, forced nudity, public humiliation and non-consensual sexual activities not suitable for many readers.

If these things offend you, the reader, do not read any further.

Elements of this story; its plot, setting and character names, are not necessarily unique to this story, and any resemblance with actual events, places and persons is unintentional.  I wish to thank all the past writers and storytellers in the English language for the inspirations used to write         ‘A Public Spectacle’, with a special thanks to the authors, reviewers and readers of this web site for their encouragement and support.  I assert a copyright on the text of this story and no printing, distribution, re-posting or commercial use what so ever is allowed without prior authorization by myself or my future assignees. 

However, since the basic ideas in this story (public punishment, small-town politics, adultery, pain, repression of the middleclass, sex, betrayal, morality, prostitution, etc.) are not entirely my own, feel free to incorporate them into any of your own works.  I look forward to reading them.

Neal  [aka oldpervert1 on bdsmlibrary.com, aka fishbreath4@yahoo.com]

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 7- Pussy Problems in LaLa land

Smoky is looking frantic, as the Jail’s Doctor approaches the western stage.  “Where the hell have you been ?  Getting a blowjob, or something ?  We got real trouble here with Miss Yvette.”

“Oh ?  What happened ?”

“She won’t cum anymore.  She did fine for the 4.5 and the 5.0 diameter cocks.  Nice long fuck sessions and a nice, loud orgasm.  I’m surprised you didn’t hear it.  Anyway, then, in the middle of the 5.5 she losses it.”

“What do you mean, ‘losses it’ ?  Did the dildo slide out of her pussy ?”

“No, nothing like that.  She just stops moaning and her pussy is dripping wet. Her eyes get glassy and she won’t answer your questions.  It’s like she is sleepwalking or on drugs or something.  I never saw anything like it.  It’s not like she is passed out, because she is still on her feet and still thrusting her hips, a little.  But she can’t match the stroke of the Bot and it doesn’t look like she is even trying to.  I do my best to synchronize with her rhythm, but then her eyes roll to the back in her head, like she was passed-out.  I smack her across the ass to get her to scream and pronounce that to be her 3rd orgasm.  I’m not sure if we fooled too many people, but when I took the 5.5 cm dildo out of her pussy, rather than it slowly sliding out due to the squeezing of her vaginal muscles, it completely flops out on the stage like a dead fish.  It’s as if nothing was grabbing at it at all.”

“So she’s doing the 6 cm dildo now ?”

“Yup, but it’s the same thing all over again.  Sleepwalking.”

“We got several conditions happening all at once; I think.  I won’t know for sure until after I examine her.”

“But we can’t stop now.  She hasn’t cum.  She ain’t even close, and I don’t want to fake another one.”

“OK, so as the Doctor in charge, I declare an intermission.  Find that old coaches whistle you used to have.  I’m making this ‘half-time’.”

Smoky, rummages around in a box, then says “Here it is.”

The Jail Doctor takes the whistle, steps up on stage and blows the whistle right beside Yvette’s ear.  She immediately snaps to life, and Smoky cuts power to Mr. Rob Bot.

The crowd starts to boo.

“Gentlemen, I call a halftime in this competition.  It’s 9PM and time for a break.  Now I know you have been drinking a lot of beer and need to take a piss.  The public toilet behind the courthouse is open and has a nice bevy of whores in there to service your every desire while you wait in line for the urinal.  Also, if you are in a more adventurous mood, you can pee in the new toilet named ‘Miss Cindy Cums’, this facility was just christened tonight, so check her out.  She is located on the stage on the other side of the square.  So, men go take care of business and be back here in 20 minutes.”

Doc removes the dildo from Yvette’s cunt and it just falls out on the stage.  Then he gets his medical penlight, dons his latex gloves and inspects the damage.  He sticks in a gloved finger, then 2, then 3 and still no resistance.  Finally he slides in all 4 fingers – up to his knuckles.   She is as dilated as a woman in labor delivering twins.  Doc thinks about putting his whole hand into her gapping cunt, but as much as he likes fist-fucking beautiful, helpless women, he reconsiders.

“Ice water !  Stat,” he orders.  “A whole bucket, but without the ice cubes.”

The jail guards look at Doc dumb founded and don’t do anything, other than watch the doctor continue Yvette’s pelvic exam.

“Here you go Doc,” says Ellie.  “I got it from the beer vender.  She sticks her wrist in the bucket and announces, “2 degrees C, that’s as cold as you would get at my hospital.”

“Here you go, Doc,” says Ellie.  “I got it from the beer vender.  She sticks her wrist in the bucket; 2 degrees C, that’s as cold as you would get at a hospital.”

“Well, she’s awake now,” says Smoky, who then turns to his wife.  “Ellie, I thought you were going home ?”

“I decided to stay and see if Miss Easy would make it up to ‘Goliath’.  Besides, these guards of yours wouldn’t know a ‘stat’ from a ‘cat’.  But I can go if you want me to.”

“Ah, stick around.  The Doc, and Yvette, may need you.”

Doc double checks the size of her vaginal canal, then checks the girl’s pulse, temperature and eye reflexes, and finally pronounces his diagnosis.  “Yvette was in a vertical faint due to being on the verge of orgasm, for an extended period of time, I think.  Her pussy is over relaxed, probably from being fucked so many times.  The ice water helped tighten her up a little.  Besides, I always wanted to throw ice water on a hot cunt.  Also, she is making a large amount of vaginal mucus – natural sex lubricant - which is preventing her from reaching orgasm.”

“Well, that’s just wonderful,” says Smoky.  “We got us a sex-model who can’t cum.  How are we going to get her to demonstrate sexual relationships if she won’t cum for the audience ?”

“The relaxed pussy and the over lubrication have greatly reduced clit stimulation.  If we could stop the flow of her pussy juices, it would help.  But short of massive doses of diuretics, I can’t do anything about the river in her love-hole.  If only we could tighten her up, the pussy juice wouldn’t matter.  We can rub alum on the dildo before inserting it, but her flow would wash it, or any other drug, away in a few minutes.  We have to find another way to contract those muscles without drugs.”

Yvette, who has been listening to the Doctor going over the problem says, “Look guys, I’m OK.  I can do it.  Just tell me how high, and I’ll jump.  Geronimo !”  says Yvette.

“See what I mean,” Doc says to Smoky.  “Yes, Yvette, you can do it, but don’t jump off the cliff just yet.”

“Doctor John, I don’t want to go telling you your business,” says Ellie.  “But when you start fucking her again, she’ll be off in LaLa land in 2 minutes.  Hell, I’m not sure she’s completely here right now.  Let’s test her rational thinking.”  Ellie turns to Yvette and asks, “where are you, child, and what’s your name ?”

“I’m puppet girl; want to pull my strings and make me dance ?” Yvette says showing them her bound wrists.  “I’m at a puppet show.  And after that, I’m going shopping for some new shoes.”

“See what I mean.  She’s off in LaLa land already.  We have to find a way for her to say loose enough to take these big dildos, yet tight enough to give her clit the stimulation it needs, to make her cum, despite her condition,” says Ellie.

“Sounds like we need a French tickler,” says Smoky

“Well, that could help, but I was thinking more along the lines of ‘the devil’s tickler’, which will stay in contact with her clit for the entire length of Mr. Rob’s fuck-stroke,” say Doc.  “But we also need to contract her pussy muscles, involuntarily, because ‘puppet girl’ can’t do it by herself.  She needs a good jolt; a short, sharp, shock.”

“Doc, I don’t have any shocking dildos.  Besides, I think any high voltage AC would burn-up the DC motors in Mr. Rob Bot, not to mention Yvette’s pussy.”

“We can shock her through he butt hole !  We can imbed an anal-plug with a single electrode and attach the other half of the circuit to a trans dermal patch on her maiden’s mound.  When the signal is sent, all of her muscles inside her pussy and ass will contract, weather she is in LaLa land, or not.” 

“And this will create resistance between the dildo and her pussy which will pull on her clit and she won’t be able to NOT cum.  Its brilliant !”

“But where are you going to get all this stuff ?  We haven’t got much time,” asks Smoky.

“I need to use your guards to fetch for me.  Smoky, can I borrow them ?”

“OK, it’s your show now.  Jock, Joe, Jara and Jim, come on over here, we got jobs for you.”

“Jim, take my key ring and go inside the courthouse and bring back a defibrillator.  You know, one of those red boxes, you see on the back wall of the courtrooms and in some of the offices.  The red boxes, with the sign that say ‘do not remove’.  Rip one off the wall and bring it here.  If anyone gives you any shit, tell ‘em we got an emergency down on the square – that some guy is having a heart attack and I need it.”

“Joe, go back to the jail and get me 3 meters of electric wire.  Cut the cord off my deck lamp, if you have to.  And bring the crimping pliers from the toolbox, and some connectors and …” 

Smoky interrupts, “Joe, bring the whole toolbox.”

“Jock, here’s a 20 credit note.  Go down to the bordello and buy 5 condoms; the big stretchy, latex ones.  Yes, I know they are illegal, but it’s a whorehouse ; they got to have condoms.  Then get a foam rubber ball, or some piece of foam rubber about the size of your fist.  And a wood handled broom.  New or old it does matter, just as long as it has a smooth handle with a rounded top.  And I want change back from my 20.”

“OK, now GO !”

“But what about me ?” asks the 4th guard.

“Jara, you and your machine gun have got to stay here and keep the mob off of us.”

“Ellie, can you scrounge up a trans dermal patch ?  Do they have those at your hospital ?”

“Yes, I think they do, but the hospital is way on the outskirts of the Village.  It will take me an hour to get there and back.  Why can’t you use one of the paddles from the defibrillator ?”

“Yes, of course.  You’re right.  Those paddles are exactly like a trans dermal patch.”

The crowd around the stage was slowly growing, as the men filtered back from their toilet break.  On the other side of the square, Cindy is getting the piss scrubbed off her, for the second time tonight.  Doc goes over and checks on Yvette.  Smoky rummages around in the equipment boxes and finds the box of chocolates from the afternoon demonstration and feeds a few of them to the floundering ‘puppet girl’ before washing them down with the last of Ellie’s homemade lemon aid.

“Maybe the sugar will help,” says Smoky.

“Can’t hurt.  I always like giving sugar to a naked woman,” jokes Doc.  “Let me show you how to make a devil’s tickler.  Hand me that 6 cm diameter dildo she had been fucking and then find the smallest dildo in your case; something like a 1 cm wonder.”

Smoky rummages around through the equipment boxes and find the smallest dildo they have.  It is a black mini-dick, but it is just as long the other dongs; only in a ridiculously small diameter.  Then he attaches the pin-dick to a spare armature rod and with a hand full of thick rubber bands, Doc straps the little black dildo on top of the big 6-cm one.

“There we go.  There is an earth-side legend that says the devil, has cloven (or split) hooves, a forked tail and a split dick.  Anyway, what we are going to do is fuck our sex-model with the big dildo as usual, but allow the little dick to slide up between her pussy lips and drag itself over her clit in the process.  Let me show you.  We may have to adjust the placement and tension of the rubber bands anyway.  If they are too loose, the little dildo will just flop around and not make good contact with her ‘love button’, but if they are too tight the pair of cocks might get wedged in and Mr. Rob won’t have the strength to pull them out.”

After oiling both dildos and spreading Yvette’s cunt lips, Doc slowly slides the 6 cm dildo into her pussy.  The small black one slides up her cunt, with the head poking out the top of he pussy.  As the big dick is slid in further, the little one rises up from the girl’s mound, like an eel coming out of its burrow.  At the maximum end of Mr. Rob’s stroke, the little cock is extended about 10 cm up her abdomen.

“I think the legend says that the devil would use one of his cocks to fuck women and the other to fuck men, but he would use them both on an adulteress.”

“Doc, here is the defibrillator you asked for.  I got it out of Judge Fairvert’s courtroom.  I didn’t even have to damage the wall; but that sign saying ‘do not remove’, looks a little funny with the box gone,” says Jim, the first of the guards to return.

“Good, now where are the other 2 guys ?” asks Doc.  He doesn’t have long to wait. 

“Damn, this thing is heavy,” says Joe as he heaves the jail’s toolbox up on the back of the stage.  “The wire lamp cord you asked for is in the box.”

“Wonderful.  Cut the plug end off, separate the 2 wires and strip the insulation off 50 cm of one end of one of the wires.  Then strip 3 cm off the other 3 ends.”

“So where the fuck is Jock ?  Smoky, get him on the comm.link and see where he is.  I have to make a few adjustments to our model.”

Doc, explains to the crowd, “Since many of you in the audience have complained about the size of our small stage, we are going to improve the view, by spreading the models legs for you.  How does that sound ?  Do you want to see more of Miss Easy’s pussy ?”

The crowd cheers in obvious approval.

The two guards and the jail doctor take off Yvette’s unfashionable boots, which have been bolted to the stage.  They remove and re-tie a lot of her bindings to the top of the frame.  Finally, with ropes tied to her ankles, connected to bungee cords hooked to the top of the bondage frame, they hoist Yvette into a semi sitting position.  She is completely suspended under the frame, with her legs spread far apart.

Smoky tells doctor John, that Jock had some problems finding the condoms, but he’s got some now and is on this way back; eta 3 minutes.

Doc goes back to the crowd.  “So, men,” he says as he smiles and points at Yvette’s gaping cunt.  “How do you like the view ?”

Again, the crowd cheers in approval.

“We have had some technical issues to work out with our sex-model’s new position, so hold on to cocks and get ready for the second half of our competition – Miss Easy verses Mr. Rob Bot.”

Just then, Jock arrives with a small brown grocery sac and a broom.  “OK, give me the stuff.  Stick the new dildo straight up her pussy and re-position the Bot.  The angle is not critical, since she is free to swing, but it will be about 10 to 20 degrees flatter, since he body is no longer vertical.  Make the new angle of the armature correspond to the angle of the dildo connecting tube.  Since her pussy is higher than it was when she was standing, put the longer armature rod on the mechanical man.  Also reduce the thrust dimension to 15 cm.  Bolt down Mr. Rob and reconnect everything, but don’t insert the dildo, yet.  I have to go make an ass-plug.”

Doc pokes a hole thru the soft sponge rubber ball and sets it on the broomstick.  He duct tapes the ball in place so that the top of the broomstick is inside the ball.  He wraps several more layers of thin electrical tape around the ball squeezing it into the desire, classic anal-plug shape.  Next he put 3 condoms over the ball on the end of the broomstick and duct tapes them to the handle so they won’t come off.  Then he lays the bare copper wire from his lamp cord over the condoms and carefully wraps the thin strands around the condoms.  He tapes the wire down so the sharp ends are covered.  He then takes the last 2 condoms, unrolls them and turns them inside out so the jelly is on the inside.  He then pokes 2-dozen holes through each of these condoms before putting them on the stick and taping them in place.  He is now ready to cut the broomstick to length.  He walks over to the suspended girl and with the newly constructed anal-plug on the stage ½ meter in front of her pussy, and out of sight of the audience due to the placement of Mr. Rob, Doc lays the broom stick between her legs and sets it in the cleft of her cunt.  To the audience, the broom bristles look like a willow bush growing from Yvette’s pussy.  Doc quickly marks the wooden handle at the top of her cunt and cuts off the handle with a saw from the toolbox.  The bristle end of the broom is discarded.

The guards are just finishing with the adjustments to the fucking-machine.  Yvette is a lot more lucid than before; maybe due to the slightly reclined position, maybe due to the chocolate, maybe due to watching the guards on the other side of the square tip Cindy back and forth like on a teeter-totter, who knows.  Yvette is cognitive enough to show some healthy apprehension over the jury-rigged, devil’s tickler strapped onto the 6 cm dildo, aimed straight at her pussy.

“Smoky, this thing looks scary.  Are you still taking care of me ?  That little one looks like a black snake ready to crawl up my tummy and bit me.”

Doc comes to the front of the stage.  “Gentlemen.  You have been very patient, and for this I thank you.  Do you like the view ?  Now, this new arrangement requires an assistant to anchor our sex-model.  I need a volunteer to hold-on to her so the movement of the fuck-machine doesn’t make her body swing too much.  The volunteer will stand behind her and will hold her by her beautiful hooters; just like this.”  Doc demonstrates, by standing behind Yvette and placing both of his arms over her shoulders and cupping her breasts with his hands.  The crowd hoots and hollers and every man there, is ready to volunteer.

“Sorry guys.  I have to have an experienced man, not some drunk standing around in the square.  So, which guard wants the job ?  Guards, lineup.  Audience, do you think it should be Jock on your left, Jim in the middle, or Joe on your right ?  Please signal your choice with your applause for Jock !”

The crowd politely applauds.

OK, next signal your choice with your applause for Jim !”

The crowd applauds a little bit louder.

Alright, now signal your choice with your applause for Joe !”

The crowd applauds but not much more or less than for Jock and Jim.

“We have a 3-way tie !  So, we’ll do the same thing we men always do, when we can’t make a decision.  We let the little woman decide.  Miss Easy, which of these 3 handsome young men, who are all bachelors I might add, do you want to grab you the jugs and hold on tight ?”

The crowd laughs.  But on the other dais, Cindy is crying as her guards work over her silicone enhanced tits with the floggers.

“Well, Doctor, they are all very cute guys, but I want the one with the biggest cock.  I want YOU.

“I know you do, my little slut puppy.  But you can’t have me tonight, but I am free next week Tuesd. . .  Just kidding.  No.  You have to pick one of the 3 guards.  So which one will it be ?”

“Oh, that’s too bad.  A doctor with your sort of experience really knows his way around the female body.  But if I can’t have you, then, I want Jock; because it rhymes with cock !  Jock can hold me by my breasts,” says Miss Yvette Easy.

The crowd laughs at Yvette’s typical bimbo logic.

“That’s OK, as a consolation prize, Joe, you get to spread her pussy and slide that big rubber cock into her ‘tunnel of love’.  And Jim, you get to impale her virgin asshole with this !” he says and shows the audience the anal-plug on a stick.

The crowd is awe struck, and then cheers wildly.  Jim looks a little shocked and embarrassed.  He’s definitely not a butt-man.  On the other stage, Cindy is screaming hysterically as something is being shoved up one, or both, of her holes. 

“Smoky, you’re at the controls and in charge.  Show that young-pup how to bugger her good,” says Doc as he tapes one of the defibrillator paddles to Yvette’s pubic mount and hooks the wire from the makeshift anal plug to the other output on the defibrillator  “Jim, you may have to loosely hold the broomstick, or you might try duct taping it to the stage.  Smoky, run the Mr. Rob Bot at half speed and the defibrillator at 25 for starters.  The settings are tricky, so watch our model’s reactions. When you first zap her, it will startle her and she may scream.  When you got the power just right, she’ll thrust her hips in the air and hold ‘em there and probably not scream at all.  Don’t shock her for more than a second, but you can do it 6 or 8 times a minute to keep her out of LaLa land and force her cunt to grab the dildo.  Now Jock, you may feel a little tingle.  Just hold on tight, it’s going to be a wild ride.  And if the Devil’s tickler breaks, or the defibrillator quits, or she passes-out call me on my Comm Link.  Its 10:45PM, you got an hour to just have fun with this bitch.”

“I got to go save Cindy.  Again,” says Doctor John as he steps off the back of the stage and into the crowd.

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 8 – Saving Cindy (again)

As Doc makes his way across the Village Square, he hears a cheer from over his shoulder, followed by a slow ‘go! ; go! ; go!’ chant  ‘Good, they just inserted the 6-cm dildo and have started fucking her,’ thinks Doc.  ‘I hope she doesn’t push it and try for ‘Goliath’, the monster dong.’

From the sounds from the audience in front of him, Cindy is busy, too.  But the sound is not a happy one.  It is punctuated with the slap of a stout paddle and screams.  Even without the paddle slaps, Doc can tell the difference between pain-screams and orgasm-screams.  These are definitely from pain.  Technically, Doc is not supervising Cindy’s punishment; the head courthouse guard is.  These guards are not under Smoky’s supervision and seem to be very undisciplined and un-professional.  The Judge’s court order calls for the lead guard to teach Miss Cindy, a common whore and licensed to A.M. Jones (whoever he is), lessons in ‘self control’ and ‘discipline’, and that these lessons can not run past 2PM the following day and that’s all the order specifically calls for.  This gives the lead guard a lot of latitude to decide how to punish her and what lessons to teach her.  However, the Planetary Council has several sets of rules for the treatment and punishment of prisoners depending on the punisher’s job description.  The list for courthouse guards is as follows ;

GUARD’S LIST

FORBIDDEN ACTIVITIES WITH PRISONERS

1. Guards can not cause serious injury to their prisoner

• No serious burns or bites
• No head or internal organ trauma
• No broken bones
• No cuts longer than 3 cm or deeper then 1 mm
• No use of solid blunt instruments
• No choking or suffocation
• Bruises, welts, strained muscles and humiliation are all allowed

2. Guards can not have sex with the prisoner

• No personal vaginal, oral or anal sexual penetration
• No forced sex with other people including spectators
• No sex with animals, reptiles, fish or unclassified alien species

3. Guards can’t profit from their prisoner’s punishment beyond their normal wages.

• No sale of recorded images, still or video
• No charging admission, unless stated in the court order
• No overtime pay or pay beyond the end of a normal shift
• No receipt of payment for allowing others to punish the prisoner
• No rental of the prisoner for labor, especially whoring

This list is commonly called the ‘no-no list’ because of the multiple uses of the word ‘no’.  And every guard has a copy of it on the back of his guard ID badge, least they forget.  Guards are often suspended or fired and forced to pay restitution for violations.  The rules for jail guards, branders, courthouse guards, jailers and even jail doctors are all slightly different, however many items are in common between the groups.  For example, branders are exempt from the no serious burns rule and jail doctors are allowed vaginal, anal and oral penetration with medical devices for medical studies and treatment of a prisoner’s maladies.  It is this exemption that allows Doctor John to have Miss Easy fucked by Mr. Rob Bot, as part of a public demonstration of sexual abilities, which is a kind of study.

Doc surveys the scene at the eastern stage.  There are several violations of the guard’s no-no list.  First, the prisoner, Cindy Cums, is bleeding from several long cuts, probably caused by the edges of the leather strap, which appears be have been used improperly during her beatings.  Second, Cindy is laying on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the table and she is sucking the cock of one of the townsfolk.  Third, she is being vaginally fucked with what appeared to be a wooden table leg.  Finally, and worst of all, the guards are charging money for her sexual services and for the chance to give her ‘10 good smacks’ with the strap.

Doc locates the lead guard and says, “How is she doing.  Have you taught her anything ?”

“Are you crazy ?  Does this look like a schoolhouse ?  We’ve been beating her just like the Judge said we should.”

“Let me see your copy of the court order.”

The lead guard takes a sealed envelope from his breast pocket and hands it to the Doctor.

“You haven’t even open the envelope and read the order.  How do you know what you are supposed to do to her.  It says here you are to give her ‘lessons in self control and discipline’.  So, what have you taught her ?”

The guard, sensing he is in trouble for not reading his instructions, thinks quickly and comes up with the following explanation. 

“We are teaching her how to be whipped, flogged and paddled.” 

“Looks to me, like you are teaching your guards how to use a whip, flogger and paddle.”

“We are teaching her how to suck cock, and how to be fucked in her pussy.” 

“She is a whore, she already knows how to suck cock and how to be fucked.”

“We are teaching her respect, man, respect.”

“Well, on that point you might be right.  But you are also teaching her fear.”

Guard, I am going to write you up for your actions to night, and your whole crew for violating their no-no list.  Have your men stand down, while I give her a medical examination to determine the extent of her injuries, ascertain if she can continue with her lessons and see if I should have charges filed against you and your men.  Go sit on a curb somewhere close by.  Your shift is not over yet and you have not been relieved.”

The guards withdraw voluntarily and discuss how best to keep from loosing their jobs and get their stories straight.  Doc steps up on the stage and has the townsfolk get off, but not in the way some of them wanted.  Cindy is drunk and she can’t keep her head from hanging over the edge of the tilting table.  Doc puts a new pair of latex gloves on and gingerly probes at her pussy before slowly pulling the table leg out.  He inspects both the makeshift dildo and Cindy pussy for traces of blood.  Thankfully she’s not bleeding.  He spreads some antibiotic / anesthetic ointment on his gloved fingers and coats her pussy as far inside as he can reach.  He inspects her hands and feet for broken bones and presses on her abdomen in several places looking for a painful reaction, which would be an indication of internal injuries.  He grabs each breast in both his hands and inspects for abnormal masses.  He can feel the silicone implants that keep her tits 3 sizes above the average ‘C’ cup.  Even though they are half fake, Doc still admires her tits and the skill of the surgeon who did the work.

He unties some of her ropes and slides her down so that her head is on the table, not hanging off the end.  “Hi ya, Doc,” says Cindy.  “Do you like my new dress ?  That’s a joke; you’re supposed to laugh; ‘cause I’m not wearing a dress.  Where is my pimp, A.M. Jones ?  Did you pay him for a blowjob or straight sex ?”

“Spoken like a true whore,” says Doc as he continues his exam, but so far he hasn’t seen any damage serious enough to stop her ‘lessons’.  “How do you feel ; nauseated, hot or cold, dizzy, sleepy ?”

“I feel a lot better, now that those bastards have stopped beating me.  Other than that I’m thirsty; I could use another beer.  Doc, can you buy a poor working girl a beer ?”

“That’s a good idea.  I am always willing to buy a naked woman a drink.”   He gives a townsfolk guy a 10 credit note and asks him get a bucket of ice and as many beers as 10 credits will buy.  “I’m going to sit down on that bench there by the side of the stage and keep an eye on you, but I have a call to make first.  Don’t worry.  I’m not going anywhere.  You just stay calm.”

Doc takes off his white lab coat and goes to the bench, then calls to Smoky on his comm. link.  “Hey this is Doc.  How is it going over there ?  Any trips to LaLa land ?"

“She was on the border, but we zapped her back.  I got the defibrillator up to 65.  I think she can take more, but why change ?  65 does the job just fine.”

“OK, keep her at 65.  Anything under 100 should be safe.  When we use a defibrillator on a heart patient, we start at 250 and go up from there.  Any ‘O’s ?  or is she still on the 6-cm dildo ?”

“She’s done with the 6 and doing 6.5 right now.  Or Mr. Bot is doing her, I’m not sure which is which.”

“OK, lets try jumping Mr. Bot’s speed up to 1.2 per second, but do it slowly.  Lets see what she’s got.”

“She’s got a lot.  That anal-shocker you made tightens up her cunt just right and the 1 cm wonder has found a home on her clit.  How are things over there.”

“Not so good.  I’m going to have to write a report on this one.  The lead guard didn’t even read his the court order.  I can’t leave her in this situation.  I have to stay until shift change and these asshole courthouse guards go home.  I’ll call you back in a minute.”

A shady looking character wearing a fedora style gray hat sits down on the bench next to Doc.  He’s talking on a communicator also and it sounds like he is arguing about the cost of a 3-way sexual tryst.  Doc listens more intently.

‘I don’t care if you were in last week or not.  The cost of a room with 2 girls is 45 credits.  Take it or leave it. . . (a pause) . . .   OK, then don’t come back,’ the guy says sharply and snaps his comm. closed.  Yup, definitely a pimp.

“Hey, I’m John, but they call me Doc.  Are you her pimp ?” he asks, pointing to Cindy.

“Yes indeed.  I’m the not so proud owner of the exclusive whoring rights to Cindy Cums, whore license number 45658.  My name is A.M. Jones.  Pleased to meet you, but as you can see, Cindy is not available just now.”

“I’m not interested in her specifically, and only slightly interested in whores in general.  Mostly I’m just there to watch the spectacle.  Your girl up there has been taking quite a beating here tonight.  How do you expect to make any money from her with all those bruises ?”

“Don't matter.  The Judge revoked her license.  She can't work until I get it reinstated.”

“She looks a little too old to make a lot of money for you anyway.”

“Mister Doc, she's only 30, and should be in the prime of her whoring career.  Most people think she's 35, or older and on the downward side to early retirement.  She looks pretty good when you clean her up.  You know she is from off-world and she already had the silicone put in those tits the day she landed.  Those 'A' brands are from xs987 beta.  They came with her, too.  She's only been here, ah, not even 2 years.  The day she got off the starship I bought her.  Got her real drunk that night.  Next day she was inspected, licensed and branded on that sweet ass.  I had her on her knees working that night.  She was sucking cock within 48 hours of landing.  She made me good money at first.  Everyone wants to fuck the new girl.  Except she has this stubborn streak, and some ‘professional’ limitations.”

“I've witnessed her stubborn streak first hand, but what are her limitations ?”

“She can't take it up the ass, without bleeding for a week, for one.  And no customer wants to pull his cock out and see blood all over it.”

“I agree.  I don't like to see blood on my cock, either.”

“And second, she don't like getting fucked in her cunt, neither.  It just doesn't turn her on, she says.  But she do like to give head.  That girl can suck the brass plating off a doorknob and swallow a cock 25 cm long.  She can swallow your rod and lick your asshole at the same time.  She is a regular little Miss Oral Annie.  She keeps looking for a guy she can love and who will love her back.  No one wants to love a whore.  I mean, really love 'em; like be seen in public with 'em; like take ‘em home to met their grandma.  And she can't follow my orders.  She undercuts my standard price without my say so.”

“Looks like she can't follow the court's orders either.”

“Mister, I got 6 other girls, and lately, Cindy is the worst of ‘em all.  I got this nice place outside of town we call the 'chick-and-raunch'.  We were having a hard time attracting customers, so me, Cindy and 1 or 2 other girls would come into the Village on slow nights to work the bars.  That’s when she got arrested last week.”

“I got bills out the ass, and health inspections for my working girls are due next week Wednesday.  Cindy is costing me a lot more than she is worth and I don't see it getting any better, especially if she gets a big fine.  So I gets this great idea, that if she is really bad, the Judge will give her some jail time, instead of a high fine.  I won't have to feed her.  I won't have to pay for her health inspections.  And I'll have an empty crib where I could add a new girl, who can make me some real money.  Know what I'm saying ?  Right now, it looks like my plan is working perfectly.  I got her into one hell of a brawl in the Judge’s courtroom.  I told her, before the hearing, that Old Judge Fairvert likes to have a girl’s tits cut in his courtroom, to see what color they bleed.  So when they tried to inspect her tatas for silicone, she started punching and kicking at any man who tried to touch her.  It was great.  It looks like she'll get jail for sure.”

“Mr. Jones, if she gets jail time you come out ahead, I guess, except that you don’t make any money off of her when she is in jail.  If she gets a big fine you lose.  But if she gets jail time AND a big fine, you get screwed twice as bad.  The way I see it, 2 out of 3 times you lose.  I don’t like your odds.”

“Hmm, now that sounds like a plan.   I wish I could cut my losses and just dump Miss Cindy Cums.  Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

“I see your point.  But there is another girl here you might be interested in.  That hot, Miss Easy babe, on the small stage.  I've been watching her too.  She can fuck all night and she LOVES it.  She has 100% natural tits and they are perfect.  Here, look at this picture I took of them.  She is going to get branded with her first 'A' tomorrow, she's never had a kid, and she’s never even had a manager !  She just got divorced and needs a place to stay.   She is ripe for the taking.  A smart pimp, with a roll of cash could easily persuade her to go pro. Too bad you are going to miss your chance at her, because you have no money, and no place to put her, and are too busy over here ‘managing’ some wet whore with a bladder problem.”

“Damn.  I really got to get rid of Cindy, and fast.  If I didn’t have her, I could sign up that Easy babe in a flash.  I knows my way around getting ‘em to sign without them even knowing they did it.”

Doc has A.M. Jones sniffing the bait, now he sets the trap.  “I know a guy who is looking to get into the whore trade.  He’s got no girls, no experience, but he has some cash.  He is looking for a lot of bargain girls and not just one quality girl.  He might go for Cindy, if the price was right.  He is here, on the square tonight, but I don’t know where right now.  You write down your deal, on a legal bill of sale, so that all he has to do is sign it and pay you the money, he just might do it tonight.  He is a little drunk, so he's an easy mark.  Just don't tell him Cindy's license has been suspended, or that will kill the deal. You'll be making a little money on the deal, completely eliminating your liability, and opening up a place in your bordello for Miss Easy with the best pair of tits on the planet.”

“Wow, that’s a great idea.  You got a pen and paper I can borrow ?  Do you think 200 credits is too much to ask for Cindy ?”

“Hey.  I can give you a pen and paper, but bargaining advice is not my forte.  You're a businessman, and you have to make your own deals.”

In 3 minutes, A.M. Jones writes out an abbreviated bill of sale for the exclusive whoring rights to Cindy Cums for the price of 150 credits, payable in cash.  That he, as the seller, makes no claims as to Miss Cums’ profit potential as a performing whore and that the new owner assume all future costs associated with Miss Cums upkeep and regulatory fees.  And that the sale would be effective as soon as payment was received.

Doc pockets the offer and says, “I’ll go find my friend.  You stay near your whore.  I think you just earned yourself 150 credits.”

“That’ll make my day,” says A.M. Jones.  “But right now I got to go take a piss, but I’ll be right back in a shake.”

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 9 – Victories, Small and Big

Doc looks over at Cindy, who appears peaceful enough, given that she is naked and tied to a table in the public square.

“Smoky, you there ?  Its me, Doc.”

“What’s going on ?” replies the old Jailer.

“I need 5 m of thin electrical wire and a big flashlight.  I think both of these items are in the toolbox.  And 150 credits.  Can you sent one of your guys over with the stuff  ?”

“No can do.  I got jobs for all my crew.  I’m tapped out.  And where am I going to get 150 credits this time of night ?”

“Take up a collection from your crew.  It has to be in cash, but I’ll pay all of you back tomorrow after the banks open.  You know I’m good for it.  I’m buying the whoring rights to Miss Cindy Cums, for her own protection.  How is the crowd over there ?  Are the peaceable, could you spare Jara for 5 minutes ?”

“They are pretty calm.  OK, I’ll scrape up as much cash I can and send Jara.  Is that it ? ‘cause I got to go, Miss Yvette’s leg is quivering again, so she’s got another orgasm building.”

Doc snaps his comm. link shut and thinks, ‘damn, girl you do want to challenge Goliath.’

Just then the man comes back with 4 beers in a bucket of ice.  Doc figures he has been over charged by at least 3 credits and doesn’t give him a tip.  After splitting a beer with Cindy and watching Yvette cum for the crowd around her stage, Jara shows up with the wire, a flashlight and a thick envelope.

“Its only 125.  That’s all we had between the 5 of us jailers and Ellie. too.”

“It’ll do.  OK thanks.  Get back to the other side of the square.  They are getting ready to insert the 7 cm dildo and they may need you.  But also give a message to Yvette.  Tell her its 11:15PM.  Tell her the next dildo is 7.0 cm in diameter.  Tell her she has 4 to go before challenging the monster dildo, Goliath.  Got that ?  Tell it to her just like I told it to you.  And tell her to scream when see cums.  I want to hear her scream all the way across the square.  And tell her NOT to sign anything at all, no matter what it is or who gives it to her, especially not an autograph for a shady looking pimp in a gray fedora.  Now go.”

“Yvette, if you got the right spirit.  If you got enough squeeze left in that pussy.  If you are the horny slut, I think you are.  Then Goliath is going down,” says Doc in a low whisper, but Cindy hears it too.

“Doc, you are a really nice guy, even though you had all those men piss on me ; twice.  I know that there is little harm in wearing some peepee and that by making such a stinking mess of me, you were saving me from those 4 sadists masquerading as guards,” says Cindy.

“So you have it all figured out, do you ?” asks Doc as he puts his lab coat back on.

“Yes.  Well maybe.  But I know that you and that Yvette chick on the other side of the square have some chemistry between the two of you.  I can hear it in your voice when you talk about her.   I don’t understand what it is, but I’m jealous of her.  The two of you could have the romantic spark that I have dreamed about for a long time.  I’ve wanted to have that kind of spark with a man every since I was a boy-crazy girl with hormones playing ping-pong in my brain.  I thought that by dating lots of guys, I would meet the one with the spark, but it didn’t happen.  I thought that by getting really big tits, a man with the spark would find me, but he didn’t.  I thought that by having lots and lots of sex, I could make the spark happen without any one guy.  But even after I became a whore and was getting fucked 20 to 30 times a day, the spark wasn’t there.  It never came.  It never came.  You go over and be with Miss Yvette and make those sparks fly.  Somebody should have a good time, every once in a while.”

Cindy just lies there and cries.

“You’re a crazy romantic dreamer, Miss Cindy Cums, and a little bit drunk, but you are the most un-common whore I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.  I like you enough to save you until midnight and maybe until dawn.  Trust in me, I may be the only chance you have.  Because if you think this first set of guards were bad, the second shift ones are even worse.  Here, drink another beer, you will need it for ammunition.  I got some work to do on your pussy.  Don’t worry, it wont hurt a bit.”

With that Doc, starts creating another cobbled-together sex-toy.  He unrolls the thin electrical wire and strips 2 or 3 cm off each end.   He then removes the bulb and lens assembly on the flashlight and connects the + connection with one end of the wire and connects the – with the other ; thereby creating a short circuit.  This has 2 principal effects, it drains the batteries and heats up the 5 m length of wire, which causes 2 secondary effects.  It burns Doc’s finger and softens the plastic insulation around the wire.  Before the wire can cool, Doc pulls the entire length of copper conductor from the insulation leaving a 5 m long very small diameter plastic tube and 5 m of trash wire.  It is the tube he wants, no the wire.  The tube is the closest thing to a medical catheter he can easily lay his hands upon.

“OK I’m ready, but first we have to get you and this table moved between the twin whipping posts.  I’ll need help and the guards are worthless.”

“Tell me about it,” say Cindy.

Most of the people have drifted to the other side of the Village Square, or gone home.  But Doc finds 5 other men, who look strong enough to lift the table and not so drunk to have it fall on them.  Together, they re-position the table just the way Doc wants it. 

“Cindy Cums, what can we give these fine men of NuGreenleaf as payment for their services ?”

“Well, I can’t have sex with them, at this moment, but I can give then a kiss they will never forget, if they lean down to my level and feel my tits.”  The 5-men need no further invitation.  Each of them in turn gets a long passionate kiss, full on the lips and with a lot of tongue, and a free feel of Cindy’s E-cup hooters.  When the payment / kiss is over, each guy is actually blushing !”

Doc cuts the wire insulation exactly in half, then standing on the tipping table, a very risky maneuver, and ties the end of each plastic tube to the top of the posts but leaves 12 cm of tube loose in the air. 

“I liked the sight of you standing over my helpless, naked body.  You really know how to turn a girl on, Doc,” says Cindy jokingly.

Doc climbs down and with the help of a dab of antibiotic ointment, he slips both of his make shift catheters up Cindy’s urethra, quickly tapes them in place and jumps off the stage.  The effect is slightly delayed but the tubes emit an uncontrolled shower of tiny piss droplets all over Cindy and the surrounding stage.  The direction of the shower is unpredictable, due to the length of un-secured tube at the top of each post. 

“Oh damn. Not this again moans Cindy,” as the fine spray shoots this way and that.

“Cindy,” says the Doctor from the relative safety of the ground behind the stage, “the more you drink the more you pee.  But try to control your bladder until you need that piss to ward off a sado-crazed guard who wants to hurt you.  Are you done, for now ?”

“I think so.”

“Good,” says Doc as he hangs a small sign on the whipping post.  It reads ;

Medical Study in Progress.  Do Not Disturb.

Then he turns to the whore tied to the table, “Hey there, you sexy, naked babe, want to share another beer with me, if you promise to hold it, until I am out of range ?”

Cindy laughs, for the first time in a long time.  “Hey Doc, it’s got to be close to midnight, I’ll be OK for a while.  Go over and see what your Miss Easy is up to.  I got to know how big of a dildo she could take.  I can’t take much more than a 4.5-cm.  I’ve heard her scream 2 or 3 times, since you came over here, but they sounded like ‘happy screams’; like she was doing the big ‘O’.  She might be ready to challenge Goliath.  I just got to know if she wins.”

“OK, but I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes.”

Doc, takes off his lab coat and finds AM Jones on the bench where they had met 15 minutes ago.  He signs the bill of sale ‘John Moore’ which is his given name and puts 25 of his own credits in the envelope.  “Hey, glad I found you.  He signed it !  You just earned 150 credits.  Here it is.  All cash-money.  Go on the stage and tell Cindy, she has a new manager.  You can kiss that burden goodbye.”

AM Jones smiles a big toothy grin and climbs up onto the stage.  Doc doesn’t hear the exchange between the pimp and his ex-whore.  He watches as AM shows Cindy the bill of sale and then quickly gets off the stage.  The urine fountain sprays for a little while more then stops.

Doc approaches Cindy.  “So are you done ?”

“Yes.  That felt so good, to be able to piss on that bastard.  Got any more beer.  I need one to celebrate my victory and to reload.  I wonder who this fellow, John Moore, is.  I don’t know any pimp-managers by that name.”

Doc feeds her another beer and takes the last one with him.  “Sorry, I almost forget Yvette.  It’s 11:35PM and I got to go.  Don’t piss on the new guard crew, unless you really have to.”

With that, Doctor John Moore sprints across the Village Square, just as Yvette screams and the crowd goes wild !  The TV crew has moved in a boom camera and has it elevated about 5 meters and point straight at Yvette’s pussy.  With beer in hand, Doc comes to the side of the small stage where Smoky is setting down the controller. 

“She did it.  She got off with an 8.5 cm dildo in her ultra-stretched pussy and no LaLa land !  Her cunt is big enough for a bus to drive through !” says Smoky.

Doc is not as enthusiastic.  “I have to see her,” he says as he steps up on the stage.  Yvette is suspended from the bungee cords.  With one look, Doc is convinced she could not stand on her own.  Her face and tits are dripping with sweat and her pussy is dripping with her own very pungent juices.  There is a noticeable puddle on the stage under her.

She sees Doc and gasps, “I did it. I did it !  I had an orgasm with an 8.5 cm rubber cock in my twat.  Oh, I am so sore.  But I’m OK.   Where is Goliath ?  I can take him.”

Doc inspects the 8.5 cm dildo before the guards clean it up.  No blood.  He gets out his penlight and sits in the puddle of sweat and cum and examines her pussy.  It’s wrecked.  It’s just a big hole and lays there open without closing at all.  Doc leans forward for a closer look.

 

“Oh, Doc, I like the look of your head between my legs.  If I weren’t so sore, I’d beg you to eat me,” says Yvette.

Her upper pussy around her clit is rubbed raw and he applies a little antibiotic ointment.  Next he looks into her vaginal canal, without the need to spread her labia at all.  He slides 4-gloved fingers into her without any resistance.  “OK, Yvette, I have my finger in your pussy I want you to squeeze it as hard as you can.”  He didn’t want to tell he had all 4 fingers in her pussy.  This would certainly cause her to panic.

“There, was that hard enough ?”

“Ya, it was fine,” he says, when in fact he felt no pressure at all. 

Doc, Smoky and the 4 guards confer on the grass behind the stage.  Smoky says,  “The Devil’s tickler won’t fit with the 9 cm dildo.  The connection is different with the Goliath dong, and I can’t see how to make ‘em go together.  May be you can Doc.”

“No time to re-engineer the connection.  Just attach the monster without it.  Her clit is too sore for the tickler anyway.  Jock, how are you doing ?  Did you feel any shocks as you were holding her by the tits ?”

“Yes.  It makes my arms tingle and twitch uncontrollable, but I hold on.” 

Hmm.  Standing in that puddle of sweat under her doesn’t help.  I’ll hold her this time.  I have rubber soled shoes and they might protect me better than your leather soled boots.  Here, Jock, go give her a beer.  Tell her it’s Doctor’s orders.  She should drink the whole thing.”

“Joe, lube Goliath with this,” says Doc as he hands him the anesthetic laced antibiotic ointment.  “Use the whole tube, if you have to.  But don’t let her see the dildo until the last possible moment.  Now go.”

“I’ll show it to the crowd from behind her back, just like we did before,” says Joe.

“Jim, I know its pretty disgusting, holding that shocking anal plug under her, while sitting in a puddle of cum.  Has she been passing gas or feces when being shocked ?”

“A few farts in the beginning, but not the stinky kind, like Jock’s”

“Hang in there.  It’s almost over.  Check the charge on the defibrillator”

“Charge is at 75%,” says Jim.  “That should be plenty.”

Doc turns to Smoky and says, “Our replacement crew has not arrived, yet, but when they do, re-direct them to the other stage.  It’ll take them a few minutes for the 2 new crews to get it sorted out.  That gives a little more time.  OK, lets go, and see what she has left for us.”

The 2 men step up on the stage, give a high-five to each other, over the naked and suspended sex-model.  She burps from the carbonation in the beer.  Doc stands behind her and says, “I’m going to hold your tits for this one and coach you through it.  Don’t be scared.  I may swing you a little to match Mr. Rob Bot’s stroke, instead of just holding you stationary.” 

Joe has slipped behind the 2 and lubes the giant dildo.  He holds it up for the crowd to see.  The audience cheers and ooos.  Then as Joe comes around to put it on the armature, Doc leans down and gives Yvette a long passionate kiss.  His lips migrate to the back of her neck and he gives her little love-bites in the same spot that got he juices flowing before.  Joe finishes the installation of Goliath, and inserts 3 cm of the head end into her gaping pussy without Yvette even noticing. 

Smoky announces, “Here she goes !  Yvette Easy, the first woman on xz345 delta to attempt to fuck the Goliath dildo.”  Smoky starts to slowly advance the mammoth, 9 cm diameter, pink and black dildo into Yvette.

At that Yvette breaks off the kiss.  “Oh my GOD !  Its HUGE !,” she yells.

And it is huge.  Despite the lubrication, once it is halfway up her pussy, the ribs start pulling her inner labia lips and her clit into her cunt.

Doc says, “OK now breath, breath, deep breaths.  That’s good, its almost there.  Just a little more.  Breath, breath.  OK, you did it.  Its all the way into your hot sexy pussy.”

Smoky calls out to the crowd.  “SHE DID IT !  She has beaten Goliath !”

The entry stroke takes about 15 seconds.  It’s sort of like giving birth in reverse.  Yvette faints. 

“Its alright.  She just needs a little rest,” announces Doc to the crowd. The he whispers to Smoky, “set the defil to 35 and the duration to 0.2 and the frequency to 0.6, when you start withdrawing the dildo let the defibrillator run in pulse mode for all of the backward stroke, then switch it off until the next backward stroke.”

Smoky makes the adjustments then starts pulling the monster dildo out.  By running in pulse at such a long frequency, Doc makes the sex-model’s pussy rhythmically contract around the tapered dildo, thus keeping her clit in constant contact with the dildo ribs for the entire withdrawal stroke.

“Mmmm,” moans Yvette.  “Lets do that again.  Smoky, will you please fuck me some more with that big, thick cock of yours.”

“I’m glad my Ellie isn’t here to hear that,” says Smoky.  “Doc I only got 2 hands and its getting hard to operate both the defibrillator and the sex-machine.”

“Jock, help him with the defibrillator  This is important, only zap her when the dildo is coming out OK ?  She’s not exactly awake and not exactly in LaLa land either.  Her brain thinks this is a naughty dream or something, so lets make it one she will never forget,” says Doc.  “Smoky start a slow escalation until Mr. Rob Bot’s fuck-stroke is up to a 3 seconds per cycle.”

Smoky sends the big dildo up her pussy again, and on cue, Yvette says ‘Oh, yes.  Fuck me.’  The crowd loves it, and repeats ‘oh, yes fuck me’.  Jock softly zaps her on the return trip and Yvette says, “Oooooo”, which the crowd also repeats.

‘Oh, yes.  Fuck me.’  Going in and  “Oooooo” coming out.

The crowd loves it.  The TV crew loves it.  She may not reach orgasm at this pace but it’s a great show.  The TV producer gives a big thumbs-up to Doc & Smoky.

“Jock, increase the charge to 75.  Make her to really squeeze that dildo.  Smoky, we haven’t got much time, so let’s go for broke.  Quickly, increase speed to 1.5 second per stroke.  I’m going to start swinging her body just a little to increase the penetration a few centimeters.”  Them he asks the crowd, “Do you want to see Miss Easy CUM !”

Such a cheer goes up that Yvette slips into reality.  And really feels the giant cock fucking her overworked pussy.  “Oh, God !  Its so BIG !” and she screams on every entry stroke.

The crowd starts a rhythmic chat, in time with Mr. Rob Bot’s stroke.

‘Fuck, her, , , fuck, her, , , fuck, her’

Doc mauls her breasts and squeezes the nipples between his fingers.  Yvette’s legs start quivering.  The courthouse clock strikes midnight and the sex-model with perfect tits, cums, then passes out.  The crowd goes absolutely berserk ; clapping, cheering, whistling celebrating Yvette Easy’s orgasm; her victory over Goliath.  Even on streets 2 or 3 blocks away, cars are blaring their horns.  It’s like New Years Eve, except they have beer, not Champaign, and there are too few ladies to kiss.

To be continued.

Disclaimer and Copyright

The following story, ‘A Public Spectacle’ was written in 2008 and is an original work of fiction and is intended for adult readers only.  It contains descriptions of acts of violence, forced nudity, public humiliation and non-consensual sexual activities not suitable for many readers.

If these things offend you, the reader, do not read any further.

Elements of this story; its plot, setting and character names, are not necessarily unique to this story, and any resemblance with actual events, places and persons is unintentional.  I wish to thank all the past writers and storytellers in the English language for the inspirations used to write ‘A Public Spectacle’, with a special thanks to the authors, reviewers and readers of this web site for their encouragement and support.  I assert a copyright on the text of this story and no printing, distribution, re-posting or commercial use what so ever is allowed without prior authorization by myself or my future assignees. 

However, since the basic ideas in this story (public punishment, small-town politics, adultery, pain, repression of the middleclass, sex, betrayal, morality, prostitution, etc.) are not entirely my own, feel free to incorporate them into any of your own works.  I look forward to reading them.

Neal  [aka oldpervert1 on bdsmlibrary.com, aka fishbreath4@yahoo.com]

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 10- Shift Change

Amidst all the hoopla of Yvette’s orgasm, a second man in a white lab coat comes up to the stage.  “Nice performance, John.  And it was caught on tape, too.  I’m sure that will make the highlights reel.  So fill me in on the situation, here,” says the second shift Doctor.

“Oh hi there Doctor Brown.  This is Miss Yvette Easy, formerly Yvette Sutter, and she is to be branded with her first adulteress’ ‘A’ at 1PM.  I don’t know who the brander will be, but I sure hope it’s her last ‘A’ and she learns her lesson before those beautiful tits of hers get branded. 

“They are a very nice pair.  Yes I know.  Adulterers are so often repeat offenders,” says the new guy.  “I’ve read the court order.  I am to keep the prisoner nude and use her for sexual education demonstrations, until her branding.  But it seems you and Mr. Rob Bot have covered most of the ‘fun’ sex topics.  It looks like I’ll have to be creative.  Since another person can not fuck her, either vaginally or anally, I’ll have to use dildos.  It looks like her pussy is shot for the rest of the night, week and maybe even for the month.  I think we’ll have to demonstrate foreplay techniques; maybe oral.  She can still physically interact with the crowd; her fans, right ?”

“That’s right.  Just as long as the guys keep their pants on.  The way I read the order, you can do just about anything, so by all means be ‘creative’.  A word of warning, there is this sleaze ball of a pimp around here, AM Jones is his name, he is trying to get Miss Easy to sign up as one of his whores.  She can interact with the crowd, but don’t let her sign anything; not even an autograph.”

“John, if she wants to go pro, then that’s her business.  You know a lot of ‘A’ branded girls do become hookers.”

“Yah, but let her do it tomorrow, after she gets over the shock and trauma of her night of punishment followed by the branding.  If she is going to make such a life altering decision, then it should be with a clear head.  Don’t you think so ?”

“I guess, but usually, the girls are already sign anyway.  I never had a pimp try to sign-up a girl while she was being punished.”

“That’s because you never had a girl with tits like these,” says John as he fondles Yvette’s breasts.  “She is off in LaLa land right now, as she probably should be after having 12 orgasms.   Oh, and by the way, your prisoner has been in this position for several hours and probably needs to take a leak, assuming her urinary tract was not damaged by all those huge dildos.  It’s your shift now, and your decision, but you might consider untying her for a while.”

“I want to examine her first, and her present state of suspension – slightly reclined, legs widely spread – is nearly the same as a gynecological table.  So for now Miss Easy stays where she is.  But what’s the story with the girl on the other stage ?  I just skimmed through her court order.  She is being punished for contempt of court ?  Is that right ?”

“The other girl/bitch is Miss Cindy Cums, a whore from off-world.  She pleaded not guilty to some charges, I’m not sure what.  Anyway, during the trial, there is this fight between her and the courthouse guards.  She sends one of them to the hospital and gets a contempt citation for her effort.  Her punishment tonight is for the contempt charge, not the original charge.  That will be decided when her trial resumes at 2PM.  I wasn’t there, but Yvette was chained to the floor just outside the courtroom.  She heard it all.  You should check with the other guards and see how they interpret the order.  Its pretty vague.  She is here to ‘learn some self-control’, however the first shift guys were only beating her, not teaching her anything, except how to scream and she already knew how to do that.”

“But John, technically, she is their responsibility.”

“But as the only physician on duty, I felt compelled to check-up on her.  It’s a contempt of court citation, not an order for her execution.  When I saw how badly she was being treated, and realize she had 5 or 6 more hours of the same, or worse, I did a little intervention.  I set her up as a human toilet and after that, as a urine fountain.  It kept the guards entertained enough so they stopped whipping her.”

“It looks like the second shift guards are arriving on the other side of the Square, too.”

“Oh good.  Those first shift guards are pretty bad.  I’m going to write ‘em up.  They hadn’t even read their orders.  I had them sit down before they did some real damage to their prisoner.”

“Good luck with that.  One of the guards in that group is Judge Fairvert’s nephew.”

“Really ?  But that is no excuse.  That whore won’t be able to work for a couple of weeks with all those cuts and bruises.  There is nothing in the court order that takes away her livelihood.”

“I’ll look in on her from time to time.  And make sure the new crew is obeying the order issued for Miss Cums.  It’s hard to tell from here, but it looks like she has a nice rack, also.”

“They are pretty good, but they are silicone enhanced.  It isn’t very often that both stages have women with great breasts.  Did you know that Miss Easy was in the best breasts on the planet beauty contest ?”

“Wow, Miss Easy sure does have a nice pair of tits, and they are natural, too.  I’d like to do a breast bondage demonstration on those jugs, but I don’t see how that would be part of a sex-ed demo.  Maybe I’ll get my chance when she does her 2nd offence,” says Doctor Brown.

“We got a lot of sex toys here.  Do you want Mr. RobBot or the defibrillator or any of this other stuff?”

“I don’t know yet.  Leave it all, but take the robot over to the other stage.  I might have the other girl practice her orgasm control while being fucked at 3-cycles per second.”

“OK, its all yours.  I’ve got to go home and get some sleep.  You have fun with the most perfect tits on the planet.  And keep your eye on Cindy Cums.  I have a little personal investment in her.”

“I think I can handle it,” says Doctor Brown.  “It’s after midnight, so the kids have to go home, unless they want to get ticketed for breaking curfew.  But that is the sheriff’s job.  It looks like a lot of the adults have gone home, too. The bars are closing, but the package liquor stores and the street venders are still selling booze, so the crowd, even though it is smaller, will only be getting drunker.  It’s my shift now.  Will you be my relief at noon ?”

“Not me.  I got the day off,” says Doctor John.  “I guess one of the standby doctors will take over at noon.  I’m out of here,” says the tired Doctor as he leaves the stage.

The new Doc examines Miss Easy’s pussy.  It is very distended and stretched as if she had just given birth, however there were no rips, no tears, no bleeding; therefore no reason to call off the rest of the night’s demonstrations.  With his gloved fingers he gently probes her pussy and actually slides his whole hand inside and makes a fist.  The fist, being much wider than the wrist, is too big to pull out of her cunt without a lot more stretching.  Her cunt is impaled on his arm and he uses his ‘handhold’ to swing her back and forth.  The TV camera crew shoots the whole thing as Yvette’s entire body is made into a pendulum; being pushed and pulled by her pussy.  This gets Yvette’s attention.  “Oww !  Hey, not so rough. Where is my nice Doctor John and who are you ?  Are you going to fuck me with that giant’s cock again ?”

“No.  No more ‘goliath’ dildos for you tonight. I am Doctor Brown and I’m just making sure you are not too damaged to continue.  But I have always wanted to fist-fuck a girl and besides you are on TV.”  The additional stretching caused by the doctor’s wrist pulls the outer labia away from the clitoral hood.   With a little pushing, Doc B persuaded the hood back and off of her clit entirely.  Yvette’s clitoris stands up straight and begs for attention.  Doc B, obligingly strokes and pulls at it with his other hand, causing it to double is length and thickness.  It extends even farther away from her pussy.  “Can you feel this ?” 

“Oh yes !  It hurts a little but feels good at the same time,” says Yvette.  “But haven’t I cum enough for one night,” she says weekly, as she shudders and feels the pleasure welling up in her whole pubic area.  She closes her eyes and tilts her head back letting her inevitable orgasm take control of her body.

Doc B continues to massage her clit, masturbating it like a miniature penis, as he gently rocks her back and forth with the hand embedded in her pussy.  Doc starts to feel the rhythmic contractions of her vagina as her pussy clamps down in his wrist.  Then, in one spasmodic convulsion, she cums.  The accompanying contractions of her vaginal muscles hold Doc’s wrist like a vise.

“OH YES !”

Doc B stops stroking her clit and waits for her pussy to relax before unfolding his fingers and withdrawing his hand from her cunt.  When he does there is a noticeable ‘pop’, followed by Yvette draining her bladder on stage in front of Doctor B.

“Sorry about that,” says Yvette.  “I had to piss.  You know how it is.  They won’t let me down to use the toilet.”

“Your pussy is not damaged, at least not damaged enough to stop the demonstrations, however my wrist may never be the same.  I can see that you are a total slut and therefore a perfect subject for sex-education performances.  However, we will give your over stretched cunt a temporary rest, for now, and concentrate on using and abusing your other body orifices.  Guards, untie her, including her arms and hands.  Leave her in a waist tether, tied off to each of the uprights and also attach a single ankle shackle and bolt it to the stage.  Leave all 2 bindings with 60 or 70 cm of free-play.  Miss Easy will need a degree of mobility for this next demonstration.”

Sam, the lead night jailer and his crew of guards set about repositioning the sex-model for her next performance.

Doc B. removes his latex examination glove and addresses the crowd.  “Good evening, to those diehard souls who have remained here on the Village Square.  While this next demonstration does not involve copulation, it does involve matrimonial relationship issues and as all of us married men know; a good relationship makes for good sex.  Like on most planets, the nights on xz345 delta are a little cool.  I’ve notice that it’s getting a little chilly out here tonight, as evident by the size of Yvette’s nipples.  So guys, on a cool night, if your wife, or promiscuous fiancé, does not have sufficient clothing to keep her warm, which is exactly the case for our Miss Easy, what should a gentleman do ?  anybody ?”

‘Have her get dressed.  Of course she’s cold, she’s naked.’  The crowd laughs.

“Excellent answer.  In our case, however, we can not dress Miss Easy, by order of the court.  Anybody else.”

‘Build a fire.’

“Ah, the classic caveman approach, which is a good idea, especially if you were a long way from home and being stalked by a saber toothed cat.  But I really had something else in mind.  Any others ?”

‘Shared body warmth.’

“That is the answer I was looking for.  Young man, come up on the stage and show us how you would warm your woman by demonstrating on our sex-model.”

A youngish fellow, about Yvette’s age, steps up on the stage and says, “Hello, Yvette Canter, is that you ?  It’s me Doug Stone, do you remember me ?  We went to high school together.”

“Oh yes, Doug Stone, from English class.  Nice to see you.”

“And nice to see you, too.  And finally see all of you.  You have no idea how many woodies you have given me.  You know I voted for you in the best breasts on the planet contest; twice !  I see my votes were not wasted.”

Yvette is a little embarrassed by Doug’s comments and explicit praise. 

“Now Miss Easy, you know that from now on, lots of men will feel like they have known you, in the biblical sense, even though they haven’t.  Those TV cameras are recording every titillating moment of your demonstrations and every sumptuous square centimeter of your naked body.  In the future, it will not be unusual for a complete stranger to pass you on the street and comment about the size of your cunt and your mastery of the Goliath dildo.  Or to comment on the size and curve of your titties.  By tomorrow, your elastic vagina and perfect breasts will be overnight celebrities !  Your will be barraged by ‘dating’ requests and xxx movie deals.  Would-be artistic pornographers from all over the galaxy will come here to woo you into signing a contract with them.”

“Will men really want me after all this ?”

“Lets ask them.  Guys do you want Miss Easy ?”

‘HELL YES !’  roared the crowd.

Doc B smiles, “See what I mean.  But let’s have Doug share some of that pent-up sexual heat he has had for you ever since high school.  Doug you get 2 minutes to share your bodily warmth with your freezing friend, Yvette Easy.  This is what you do.  Open up your jacket and give Yvette a big warm hug.”

Doug does as the doctor instructs.

“Now, wrap your arms around her back, and then gradually move them down to her ass.  Get two big handful of ass and gently press her into you.  Feel how cold her buttocks had become and how appreciative she is of your warmth.”

Yvette has wrapped her arms around Doug under his coat.  She is basking in his warmth, even to the point of curling one of her naked thighs around his leg.

“Gentlemen of NuGreenleaf, see the results.  Yvette is in true physical need, and by satisfying that need you will greatly increase your chances at a blowjob, or even better, unbridled sex, later in the evening.  Heck, she just might fall in love and propose a marriage with you.  OK Doug, time’s up.  That’s enough, Doug.  Let go of Yvette, NOW.”

Doug finally stops hugging Yvette and backs away.

“You have to share your friend and let some of the other guys practice on the sex-model.”

Another guy steps up on the stage.  He is a long haired, stinky, bearded wino and Yvette recoils at the idea of having to hug him.  But Doc B insists, and that this fellow probably needs the practice more than most guys.  The wino wraps his arms around the bare girl in a bear hug.  Yvette has her arms pinned against her sides with her hands desperately trying to shield her pussy from whatever lice or fleas may be lurking in this guy’s clothing.  If she feels any warmer from the experience, it is probably out of fright.

The next fellow to practice the shared body warmth technique is quite short.  Yvette is a full head taller than he, which puts his mouth sinfully close to her nipples.  His hands easily grasp the bottom of her butt cheeks and massage them while warming them.  Despite the close proximity of Yvette’s nipples, the man behaves himself and does not try sucking on them.  He does, however, leave a trail of warm drool down the cleavage between her breasts.

The next fellow has been paying attention to the setup and has removed his shirt and then put his windbreaker over his bare chest.  When he hugs Yvette it is bare skin against bare skin.  He has a strong chest and abdomen and Yvette feels her tits melting into his embrace.  The sensation is much more erotic than the others and warmer, too.  Yvette wraps her arms around him and it is she who has to be pried away when the time has expired

After a dozen men are allowed to embrace Yvette from the front Doc B has the next dozen do it from the back.  Needless to say, every man’s hands go immediately to her breasts.  And, needless to say Yvette can feel every man’s hard-on as he presses his cock against her ass.  She is sure that several of the men have unzipped their pants and were pressing their cocks against her ass, but she did not want to complain.  When fully erect, the male cock is the warmest part of the body.  They are like little tubular furnaces, thinks Yvette.  If only I could get 50 or 60 of them woven into a blanket, I would never be cold again.

“Gentlemen, those of you that got to participate in our demonstration tonight, I can not ask you for money for the experience you have just enjoyed.  Face it guys, it is not often that you get to maul the best breasts on the planet.  If you liked what you felt and have the means to do so, please be so kind as to contribute to one of the many local charities who have placed donation boxes on both sides of the southern façade of the courthouse.  Yvette, do you have a favorite charity ?”

Yvette is a little surprised at the question.  It is not worded for a ‘yes’ answer, like Doctor John’s questions. 

“Ah, well, I have always tried to help the Fertility Research Fund and their women’s clinics,” says Yvette.

Then some drunk from the crowd yells.  “You should donate your whole body to a fertility clinic, but I don’t think you could fit those big tits in that little offering box.”

 

Some other guy shouts, “I’ll be a sperm donor, if I can put my donation in your offering ‘box’.”

The crowd laughs at the jokes, but on the other stage, the scene is far different.

On the larger stage, the 4 new guards have removed Cindy’s catheter, taken her off of the tilting table and have removed the table from the stage altogether.  Miss Cums is tied in a similar manor as Miss Easy, but she is getting warm hugs.  She has the freedom to move her hands, arms, legs and feet, but is bound at the waist between the posts.

“OK, whore,” says the guard leader.  “You are not allowed to talk, unless asked a direct question.  If you do talk, you will be spanked by one of the guards standing behind you. If you do not answer a question you will be spanked.  Is that clear ?”

Cindy nods her head.

“That is not an answer.  Guard, give her a lick.”

Smack.  “Are my instructions about your talking clear to you ?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s better.”

“Thank, you Sir.”

“Guard, give her another lick.  That was not a question.  Guards, take turns paddling her ass back there.  We don’t want one ass cheek redder than the other.”

Smack.  “Cindy, the way you are bound, you can move your ass to try to avoid the paddles, but my guards are very good at paddling little butts like yours.  You will find that a moving target is not a great defense.  However, if you place you hands over your buttocks to block the paddle, you will get 10 strokes while wearing handcuffs.  This will teach you some self control.”

The lead guard takes out his copy of the court order.  “It says here I am to teach you to obey orders.  So we are going to play a little game.  You do like games, don’t you ?”

“Yes Sir.  Some games.”

“It will require you to concentrate and to obey orders.  If you do not obey, well, we still have those 2 nice young men with those big nasty paddles.  This is an old game and you may have played it before.  Our version is called ‘Fairvert Says’, after Judge Fairvert.  You may have known a similar game called ‘Simon Says’, however I doubt you ever played that game while publicly naked.”

“Shall we begin ?”

Cindy doesn’t answer.  “Guard,” is all the leader has to say and a paddle smacks her ass.

“Just because we are playing Fairvert Says, doesn’t mean you can ignore my questions.”

“Fairvert says, put your hand on your head.”  Cindy puts her hand on her head.

“Fairvert says, stand on one leg.”  Cindy stands on one leg.

“Fairvert says, pinch your nipple.”  Cindy pinches her nipple.

“Pinch your other nipple.”  Cindy takes her hand off her head and pinches her other nipple.

“Guard, give her 2.”  Smack goes the paddle on he left ass cheek followed closely by the other paddle on her right ass cheek.

“What was that for ?  I did what you said.”

Some guy in the crowd yells, “He didn’t say ‘Fairvert Says’, you stupid whore.”

“That’s right.  I didn’t say ‘Fairvert says’.  You are only to obey Fairvert’s orders, besides Fairvert did not say to take your hand off your head.  So you made 2 mistakes, not counting speaking without being asked a question.  Guard.”

Smack. Another stroke of the paddle is applied to Cindy’s butt.

“Lets start over.”

Cindy stands on both legs and puts her hands at her side.

“Guard.”  Smack.  Fairvert did not tell you to start over.  Now get back to your proper position.  Hand on head, one leg up and pinching one nipple.

“Fairvert says, take your handoff your head and lustfully stroke your clit.”

Cindy is embarrassed, but she obeys and does so without asking a question.

The heckler in the crowd yells, “Whores always like playing with their own pussy.”

“Does that feel good ?” asks the lead guard.

“Ah, yes, sort of.  I would feel better if my butt wasn’t so sore.” 

“Not a great answer, but an answer none the less.  Is your pussy wet ?”

“No, Sir,” answers Cindy.

“Too bad. If it were wet we could go to the next phase of the game, so continue playing with your clit until it is sopping wet.”

Cindy stops masturbating, since Fairvert did not tell her to continue.

“Very good, whore, you are getting better at this game.  Fairvert says, lick the fingers that were just inside your pussy.”

Cindy licks her fingers.  She can taste a little of her own musky scent, but not a lot.  She has not felt very romantic tonight.  But she continues to lick her fingers anyway, since ‘Fairvert’ has not ordered her to stop.

“Are they tasty ?”

“Yes Sir,” says Cindy, not stopping her licking when answering.

“Fairvert says, put both feet on the ground.  Spread your legs.”

Cindy put her raised leg down and spreads her legs.  Since the order started with the words ‘Fairvert says’ she concluded that she should also spread her legs.  Wrong.

“Guard.”  Smack.  “Ouch”, she cries, while still licking her fingers.  Cindy’s whore brand is quite visible against the background of her pink ass.

“Now, Fairvert says, spread your legs very wide.  I want to see your cunt, whore.”

Cindy spreads her legs as far as she can; so far that her labia have parted and her pink inner pussy lips are exposed.

“Do you like showing off your cunt, whore ?”

“Yes I do, Sir.”

“All those men can see what a horny slut you are.”

“Sir, even thought that was not a question, and at the price of being spanked, I like it when men see me as a horny slut, because that’s what I am.  A horny whore slut.”

“Guard, give her 2 more.”  Smack, smack. “Not only is she a slut but a smart-assed masochist, too.”

“Lets see how much a slut you really are.  Fairvert says, take your hand out of your mouth and masturbate for the audience.”

Cindy takes her wet fingers and starts playing with her spread pussy.

“Fairvert says, pinch the other nipple.”

Cindy continues to masturbate and pinches the other nipple.

“Fairvert says, with your sharp finger nails on your thumb and fore finger, pull your nipple straight up and lick it, slut.”

It’s a little painful, grasping her nipple with her finger nails, but Cindy pulls her nipple up as far as she can and lowers her head and licks her sore nipple.

“Very good.  Fairvert says, cum for us, whore.”

Cindy continues to play with her clit and lick her nipple, but she is not in the mood.  While the men in the audience may find this game an erotic turn-on, Cindy does not.  Her ass is sore and now she is being made to torture her own nipple.  But as long as she follows ‘Fairvert’s orders’ this game is not so bad, especially compared to being beaten.

The lead guard says, “The longer it takes, the longer that poor nipple will be trapped between your sharp finger nails.  However, if you drop your nipple, I will have the guards give you 20 strokes.”

Cindy tries hard to think of something erotic so she can cum, as instructed.

“You are at the point where your nipple is very desensitized.  You really don’t know how sharply your are pinching it.  For some girls, if they don’t cum in the first 20 minutes, they actually pinch their own nipple completely off.   Would you like to be a whore with only one nipple ?”

“No, Sir,” says Yvette as she licks her sore nipple.  She can not feel the lapping of her tongue on her nipple.  ‘Am I going to pinch it off ?’ she wonders.  ‘OK Cindy, its time to get serious.  You have to cum.  Your nipple depends on it.’

Orgasm on demand is not one of Cindy’s talents, but she reasons she better not fake an orgasm, because she will be punished for her deception.  So she closes her eyes and fantasizes about being in bed with her lover and him eating her pussy.  Long, wet tongue strokes up and down her clit.  It takes about 3 minutes and her juices start flowing and another 5 for her to climax.  She shutters and moans as she cums, and she is sure everyone knows she had reached her peak.  However, she dare not stop, twiddling with her pussy, since Fairvert has not given her any order to stop.

“OK, Fairvert says, stop playing with yourself, you dirty whore.  Fairvert says, game over.”

Cindy opens her eyes, takes her hand from her pussy and licks the juices from it.  She always did like the way she tasted.  She notices that there are very few men watching her performance.  Most of the crowd is on the other side of the Village Square watching that Easy girl.

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 11- Sucking Cock

On the small stage across the square, Doctor Brown announces, “For our next demonstration you will need to use your imagination, but not a lot of imagination, so I think you can do it.  Guys, lets consider a hypothetical situation ;  in this situation it’s 2AM, in reality it’s 2:15AM so this should not be difficult.  You have had a long night of hard drinking in the town taverns.  Again this is not too different from reality.” 

The crowd hoots in response.  They really identify to the long night of hard drinking. 

“And you’ve had some pretty little waitress in a miniskirt and see through halter-top inciting your libido all night.  Maybe not exactly to the extent Miss Easy has been exciting you, but you are horny.  Just like many of you are tonight.”

Again more cheers from the crowd.

“So you get home and your wife is ‘ready for you’.  For those bachelors in the crowd, this may take a lot more imagination, so I shall describe what ‘ready for you’ means ;  She has the candles lit, soft music on the stereo, a glass of good wine waiting for you and she is wearing that shear teddy you like so much, because it comes off her so easily.  She is at the peak of her fertility cycle so her breasts and clit are a more sensitive than normal.  She has been pinching her nipples and massaging her pussy for an hour or so, and she is very very wet.”

More frenzied cheers.

“This is what ‘ready for you’ means.  Your wife needs to be fucked; she really needs it badly.  But, in this imaginary situation, you have one problem.  You can’t get it up.  Your cock is too limp to fuck.” 

Boooo, calls the crowd. 

“Now lets face it guys.  There are times when the head says ‘yes’ but the body says ‘no’.  Age, drinking, lack of sleep, drinking, stress and, did I say drinking, can all contribute to a man’s non-performance in the bedroom.  There are several chemical products that can help, but these have side effects.  However, there is one natural cure to your dilemma.  If your wife teases and sucks on your cock in just the right way, this will get you excited and hard, and then you can fuck her like she needs to be fucked.”

More cheers. 

“A little bit of sucking can be foreplay for both the man and the woman.  However, unless you are married to a professional whore, chances are your wife is not very good at it.  Even though she is not a sex worker, Yvette is an accomplished cock-sucker.  She says her former husband preferred she suck him to climax, rather than he fuck her pussy.  So how long and how often did you orally satisfy Jack ?”

“About 3 to 5 times a day, when we were married.  Maybe only twice during our engagement.  Jack always said he wanted to ‘try before he would buy’.  I guess I’ve had over 1,000 fellatio experiences, counting those in High School when I was just sport-sucking.  Jack was a good teacher.  He would always tell me when it felt good, and he wasn’t so big I was in fear of choking to death.  You see guys, there are advantages to having a less than massive penis.”

“See, she has the credentials.  If jack were here, I’m sure he would confirm Yvette’s abilities.   In any case, Yvette has had a lot of experience sucking cock.  She is a natural, just like her tits.  For your pleasure, she will demonstrate on any man willing to admit he occasionally has an erectile dysfunction.  She will let you feel 5 or 6 basic moves and then describe what she does with her mouth and tongue so you can teach them to your little woman back home.  Heck, some of your wives may be ‘ready for you’ right now.  You could tryout your new found knowledge tonight.”

“While you guys think about it, I’ll have the guards re-tie Miss Easy into an appropriately submissive position; on her knees with her legs spread, head bowed and begging to suck cock.

“Guards, that your cue.  Drop your cocks and give the Doctor some help.” says Sam, the lead jailer.  “And do we have a padded kneeler ?  Or some sort of thick foam rubber ?”

Two of the guards untie Yvette’s waist tether from the vertical posts and re tie then to a single post ½ a meter above the stage floor, but with enough slack to allow her to stand on her knees or sit on her lower legs.  The post is between her feet, thus keeping her legs and pussy spread, as if the giant dildo hadn’t spread it enough.   This position puts Yvette in profile to the audience and will allow them to see her oral techniques much better.  The boom camera comes in for a better view of the up coming action.

A guard returns from the van with 2 padded seats from one of the folding side benchs.

“Perfect ! slide those under Miss Easy’s knees.”

A group of older men sheepishly stand near the steps up to the stage.  Some of them look like they are in their 70’s.  Many have weathered faces from years of farming.  And there is not a bulge in the front of any of their pants.

“OK men.  You will have to remove your pants and underwear.  Anyone getting a ‘woody’ before their turn in the demonstration will be cycled to the back of the line.  This demonstration is to show how a woman can bring her man to arousal.  This demonstration gets very close to violating the adultery law, if you are married.  Miss Easy is newly single, but she is not a registered sex worker and therefore not protected by a pimp-manager.  Here is the way we have to do this.  Yvette can not suck you to orgasm, if you are married.  Your have to pull out before cumming.  We will place a pail on the stage between her legs.  You are to cum in the pail.  If some semen dribbles on the stage or if her tits get in the way as you ejaculate, that’s OK as long as you shoot most of your spunk in the pail.  If you are single, and can prove it with your ID card, then she can, if she wants, let you shoot your load down her throat, or on her face or anywhere else.  Do you understand ?”  All the men nod their heads in agreement.  What they understand is that if that can control their ‘Johnson’ they get a free blow job for the babe with the best tits on the planet.

“Will our first fellow step forward !”  The crowd cheers, as this skinny old ranch hand, naked from the waist down, stands before the kneeling Yvette.  “Sir, how old are you, are you married or single and when the last time you had a hard-on ?”

“I’m only 58, married and hope Francine is watching on TV so she can get some pointers.  Last time I had an erection was a couple of days ago, but it weren’t in public like this.”  The crowd laughs.

“Yvette, what is the first thing you would do when presented with such a limp noodle ?”

“Well first I’d tease him for a minute by licking the entire length of the shaft with my tongue.” And she demonstrates for the crowd.

“And how does that feel sir ?”

“Real good.  I like it when she licks and underside near my balls.”

Yvette says, “Then, after I get a little positive response, I put just the head in my mouth and circle my tongue around and around the head, like this.”

“Oh, that feels nice, young miss.  I’m starting to get hard.”

Yvette says, “Now that he is halfway hard, I’ll slide his cock in all the way and look up at him with my nose buried in his pubic hair.”

Yvette performs this technique several times for the benefit of the TV cameraman who tries to do a ‘point-of-view’ shot looking over the man’s shoulder.

“Now that you have gotten a nice erection, I see you’re longer than I would have guessed,” says Doc B.

“Actually, the slide it all the way in technique is easier before the cock gets completely hard,” says Yvette.

“Good point,” says Doc B.  “You men in the audience, make your lover do the sword-swallow first, not last.  She will be proud of the fact she can take all of you, which will give her the confidence to do it when you are completely hard.”

“Now that my guy is hard, now I do the serious sucking; the old in and out; but I like to use my hand too, holding the shaft by the base while I suck him.  In this way I squeeze the top vein of the penis closed to help keep him rock-hard.   I also like to vary the pressure of the suction like this.”

Yvette shows the crowd, but most of them can not see very well, since there are no bleachers in front of the stage.  Besides, the boom camera has the best view.  Suddenly, the old man can’t take it anymore and pulls his cock from her mouth and shoots into the pail.  It’s not a sex-Olympic world’s record, but the old guy is very satisfied with himself. 

“Damn, you have a hot mouth little girl.  I wish my Francine was half as good as you,” he says as he pulls his pants on.

“Next man.  Please introduce your self ; first name only.” 

“I’m Sam from over near Goodwater, I am 63 and a widower.  My late wife, Susan, and I used to do the ‘wild thing’ once a week, until she got sick.  I know I don’t have a woman to teach Miss Yvette’s methods to, but I got a few prospects, mostly widows in town.  Besides, I haven’t had a good blowjob since Susan left me and I think I’m due, dag-nabit.”

“That’s so sweet.  Come down here and left me hug your neck,” says Yvette, to the man older than her grandfather.  “Let me give you some pleasure.”

The man’s cock is half erect after just one lick along the bottom of it.  “I can see you are ready.  This next move is similar to the one that sent the first fellow or the edge.  I put the cock full in my mouth than as I withdraw, I push against the bottom as hard as I can with my tongue.  But I only do it on the withdraw stroke,” says Yvette as she goes back to sucking his cock.

Doc asks, “Describe how it feels, Sir.” 

“Oh, my lord !  I feels like she is pumping the cum right out of my balls.  Oh God !”

Yvette stops and lets the man’s cock stand at a jaunty angle.

“And how does this feel ?” asks Doc.

“Like I have been cheated.  Get back down there and suck my dick,” says the old man.

Doc responds, “Exactly !  What Yvette has just demonstrated is the classic ‘prick-tease’ maneuver.  That is why all of you in the audience must train your females to never stop sucking on you until you say so.  After all, this is a foreplay technique.  The object is not for you to waste your seed by cumming in her mouth.  The object is for her to make you good and hard so you can fuck her pussy, shoot your load inside of her and make babies.”

Yvette goes back to sucking the old man’s cock.  It takes him a while to regain the moment, but ultimately he thrusts his hip forward and ejaculates in her mouth.  The audience did not see him cum, but Yvette sure could taste it. 

After the man steps off the stage, Yvette spits into the pail and says to Doc, “Yuck he tastes awful.  Can I have some water ?  I sure do pity the widows of Goodwater.”

Doc gives her a water bottle and calls “Next man.”

He is a middle aged, bald guy with a fat round belly and a short stubby cock.  It is so short it practically is hidden between his paunch and his pubic hair.  Yvette Licks and sucks what little there is of him before he shoots his wad into the pail.  Before he leaves she says to him, “Sir, unless your wife is very short, when you have her give you oral stimulation, it would be better if you were laying on the bed, or if she was on the bad with her head over the edge.  Both conditions will allow her to suck you without making her bend her back and neck so much.”

“Next man,” calls out Doc B.  “Now this guy has a more common configuration between his body and his ‘tool’.  He’s is completely average;  height 175 to 180  and cock length, after Yvette gets him fully aroused, 14 to 16 cm.”

“Ah, good.  Now I have something to work with.  Are you married, sir ?”

“Yes I am and I hope to teach my wife a few new tricks.”

Yvette does the initial licking to get him a little stiff, then she explains, “Sometimes, my ex-husband would slide his semi-limp cock into my mouth as far as it would go and then just hold the back of my head to keep his cock in my mouth.  As his erection grew, his cock would go further and further down my throat.  Eventually, he would release my head so I could come-up for air.  Let me demonstrate.”

Yvette takes the average guy’s average cock into her mouth until her nose is in his pubic hair and holds it there.  The fellow holds the back of her head to prevent her withdrawal.  While she has his cock in her mouth, she flicks the tip of her tongue across the base of it to get him more excited.  After his shaft has grow to the back of her throat, she looks up at him as if to say ‘please sir, don’t gag me with you cock.’  After a second or two of her pleading with her eyes, the average guy lets go of the back of her head and Yvette slides her lips slowly up the length of his cock, which is now 5 cm longer than when it went it.

“There did you feel what I did with my tongue ?  When you do this with your wife, tell her to move her tongue from side to side over the bottom of your cock.”

And Doc B adds, “If she does it correctly, you’ll get a wonderful hard-on, if she doesn’t, she’ll have a mouth full of cock for a long time.”

The crowd chuckles at the irony.  ‘As long as it takes the woman to learn, I reckon’.

“Here is another technique you should teach your wife,” says Yvette.  “It’s a combination hand-job & blow-job.  First I suck the penis for a few strokes, then I bring my hand up to grasp the base of the penis, after a few more strokes, I start moving my hand up and down the base of penis.  My mouth is still doing most of the work, since it is moving along 10 cm of shaft, but my hand moves along 2 to 3 cm, too.  For guys with really long cocks, my mouth never even gets to the base of the cock.  Let me show you, and if you like the feel, sir, withdraw your cock just before you come and show the audience how good it was by shooting a nice long, thick stream of semen into the bucket.”

Yvette goes to work on the average guy’s dick, while Doc B reminds the crowd, “Our little sex-model can not always tell when you are going to cum, so all you married men need to shoot for the bucket.”

It takes a while, but the average guy finally orgasms into the pail, the TV camera gets a great shot of his shot.

“Can I please have the next single man in line ?” asks Yvette.  “I like to suck and swallow, so right now I’m feeling a little bit cheated.”

The next single guy is Doug, her old high school classmate.  “Well, Doug, nice to see you; more of you,” says Yvette, as she stares at his half-hard cock.  In just 2 licks, Doug’s cock becomes completely hard.  Yvette says, “Mmm, nice cock, Doug.  It looks like I should have paid more attention to you, than to the teacher.  Why didn’t you tell me you had such a lovely dick ?”

“Well, I just thought you were too pretty to want a guy of limited possibilities like me.  I mean, I don’t come from a rich family, I’m not smart enough to pass a university entrance exam, and I won’t be inheriting the family wheat farm.  I would have liked to ask you to a school dance or something, but the Jack guy you were hanging around with seemed to have the inside track.  I guess I would have been more persistent had I knew you had such a great body AND could suck like a 2-credit whore.”

Yvette blushed.  “You know I haven’t always been ‘Easy’.  There is something about being naked, on display, as a public fuck-toy and being filmed for Christ sakes that makes me so easy.  Not the judge changing my name.  Anyway, I have a special technique for you.  I hope you like it enough to shoot your sweet cum on to my face when you are done.”

“Gentlemen in the audience, this is a very advanced technique and may not be suitable for the more senior men here tonight.  I am going to do a prick tease on my friend, Doug.  I will first take in just his cockhead, but suck very very hard.  This will make it grow much bigger than with a normal erection.  I will then do 4 things at irregular intervals to further his excitement and frustration; 1) I will bite his cock with my teeth just behind his glans while sucking as hard as I can. 2) I will release suction and eat the full length of his penis in 2 or 3 quick strokes 3) I will stroke the shaft of his cock with my hand especially after I have made it all slippery with my saliva, and 4) while holding his cockhead, either by suction or by teeth, I will roughly flick it with my tongue.  I know I have taken all the mystery out of this technique by describing it first, but believe me, you will be surprised how much I can very these 4 techniques so you will never know what comes next.”

‘I hope he cums next’ says one of the other men in line for his turn at Yvette;s mouth.  “It’s getting cold out here standing around with no pants.’

Yvette starts in on Doug’s cock.  First she licks it again, for luck and for lubrication, then starts the glens sucking followed by biting, followed by had strokes, followed by biting with hand strokes, followed by hard sucking with an occasional flourish of hand strokes, then followed by a tongue massage while being sucked unmercifully, etc. etc. etc.

Doc B. points out that several of these maneuvers are to counter purposes and therefore delay his ejaculation.  To some men it is pure torture, to others it is pure heaven.  Yvette is giving Doug a lot of both.  For when he was finally ready, really ready to cum Yvette held his cock straight up in the air with both hands and made dozens of tiny love bites all along the sensitive underside of the shaft of this cock and several others bites were made on the skin of this scrotum.  This prolonged his state of excitement, right at the edge of an orgasm, but without actually delivering one,  This part is both heaven and hell to all guys, once they have been given a blow-job like this,” says Yvette to the crowd.

Yvette goes back to teasing Doug some more.  Finally after being on the edge of an orgasm for 20 minute, she lets him cum on to face.  The final arousal was created by her slowly slicing the soft skin of his cock with the razor sharp fingernail on her left hand.  It was very erotic, watching the thin red line of blood trickle down the scratch and eventually on to his

scrotum, while watching his cock erupt, like Vesuvius, delivering 4 or 5 shots of viscous cum on to Yvette’s face.

‘The TV film producers will have a lot of great footage to work with here,’ thinks DocB.

Easy Yvette pushes the wads of cum to her eager mouth and licks up every drop from her face before sucking the dregs from Doug’s now limp dick.

“Oh that was great.  Thank you,” she says meekly to her old friend.

“Hey Yvette.  When this is all over, we should go out to dinner or something.  I know that your life has been turned upside down by your recent trial and divorce and everything.  So you need a friend, right ?  I’m going home now, but will be back at 1PM to see your branding, and after that, maybe we can get some lunch.  Oh, I mean after you get dressed.”

Before Yvette could answer, Doc B interjects, “Time is up young Mr. Stone.  This is a sex-ed demonstration, not your own personal singles bar.  If you want to put some moves on a girl, why don’t you try the whore on the other stage?  Next fellow in line.  Who are you, are you single or married and when was the last time you had sex ?”

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 12- Cindy’s Training

Yvette’s fellatio demonstrations continue and Doug wanders over to the other side of the Village Square to see the other girl, the whore, before heading home to get a few hours of sleep before dawn.  After all it was nearly 4:30AM and he knew he could not stay awake until the branding.  There were only a few dozen people in the square, possible because beer sales had closed or may be they were as tired as he was.

The common whore, Cindy Cums, was actually being trained and not just beaten, by the second shift of courthouse guards.  Although, they were training her to be a dog.  They would take turns having her bark and beg, sit up and roll over.  She was on all fours and her breasts hung and swayed as she moved about on stage.  She wore a dog’s choke collar attached to a long leash.  To add to her doggie costume, the guards had given her a tail, which she was to wag for them on command.  It was more like a horse’s tail than a dog’s, but you got the idea. It was made form 20 to 30 cm lengths of the improvised catheter tubing Doc J had used to make her into a urine fountain.  Each plastic tube had been poked into the base of an anal plug which was planted deep in her ass.  When she walks, her tail sways back and forth and side to side.  If Cindy bitch doesn’t do the dog-trick properly, or exhibits any human behavior, like talking or standing on 2 legs, her ass is beaten with a tightly rolled up newspaper.  From the bright red color, it appears she has not always been a good doggie.  The guards had taught her to greet strangers the same way dogs do; by smelling their crotch until the trainer tells her ‘no, bad dog’ and whacks her but with newspaper.  And even then she had to yelp like a dog, and not cry out like a human. 

“Lets try some more dog tricks.  Lets teach Cindy bitch to play fetch.  The guard takes Cindy down the stage steps and over to a grassy area strewn with food wrappers, empty cans and discarded beer bottles.  At one end of the grass is a half full trash barrel.  “What a mess,” says the guard.  “Cindy did you make this mess ?”  As a dog Cindy can not answer him without getting swatted with the newspaper, so she whines and tries to gain some sympathy from the guard.  “That’s OK, Cindy, I know you didn’t make this mess, but you can help clean it up,” says the guard, who reaches for an empty soft drink can.  He picks it up and throws it to the other end of the lawn.  “Go fetch, Cindy !”  The leash is long enough and she goes off on all fours to fetch the can, however it is too big for her to put in her mouth, so she brings it back in her hand.  Smack goes the newspaper on her red ass.  “That is not the way a dog would do it.  Try again.”  The guard deposits the first can in a trash bag and throws another.  Cindy, being a smart dog, doesn’t repeat the same mistake.  In stead she dents and partially crushes the can with her elbow and carries in her mouth back to her owner/guard.  “Good Cindy bitch,” says the guard, who throws another can.  “Fetch !”  This goes on for over an hour.  The cans are the hardest, but the bottles are pretty easy; she just picks them up as if she were drinking from them.  However, some of the bottles contained piss and they were very disgusting to carry in her mouth.  The food wrappers were easy, too, because they are so light, the guard could not throw them very far.  And occasionally Cindy would get a treat, a pizza crust or uneaten French fry that had been lying on the ground.  When you are a dog, you do not question where the food comes from.

The crowd watching the dog training has dwindled to just 3 or 4, plus her 4 guards.  By 5:30AM Cindy bitch has the small patch of lawn clean of refuse.  She is dogged tired.  Her knees are grass stained and bruised and her ass is still red from being swatted with the newspaper.  She lays in a ball at the feet of the guard holding her leash and whimpers.  “OK Cindy, there is just one more thing for you to fetch,” says the guard who reaches down then pulls the anal plug from her ass.  He cuts off the plastic tubing strand at the base of the plug and explains, “That is to make sure you don’t cheat, bitch.  Go fetch !”  And for emphasis he swats her red ass with the newspaper.  Cindy crawls over to where the anal plug lies in the grass.  Without hesitation she picks it up in her mouth and crawls back to the guard.  She thinks ‘it does feel good to have that thing out of my ass.  Yes, it tastes like shit, but it is my shit, not a beer bottle full of someone else’s piss.’  She drops the anal plug at the feet of the guard when he doesn’t take it from her mouth.  “I don’t want that stinky thing.  Pick it up and put it in the trash barrel.  Oh, and you are not a dog anymore, so you can use your hands.”  Miss Cindy Cums, the human, picks up the anal plug and gratefully stands then walks to the trash barrel and drops it in.  Still wearing the dog leash and collar she comes back to the guard and sits.  Apparently not all of her dog training has been forgotten.

“It’ll be sunrise is an hour.  Let’s just call it a night.  I’m going to shackle one of your ankles and chain it to a post on the stage.  You’ll have enough slack to move around a little bit, but not enough to get off the stage.  You can curl up in a ball, try to stay warm and get a little sleep before the early birds come out to see how bad you look,” says the guard.  “I’ll be in the van catching up on my paperwork.  Be a good little doggie and don’t try to escape.  I’ll try to rig-up some heat for you.”

The lead guard chains her ankle to the post and heads off to the van.  Soon another one comes out with an extension cord and floodlights.  He puts the lights under the wooden stage and the 100-watt halogen bulbs heat up the wood floor. 

“Those lights should help you get a little bit warmer.  We can’t give you clothing or a blanket, but the court order doesn’t say anything about a heater.  As long as you are naked, that’s all that counts.  You will find that if she shifts your position often enough you’ll stay warm.”

“Thank you,” says Cindy to the guard who brought the lights.

From the edge of the stage, he says, “I heard about you and the first crew.  I don’t know what got into you in the Judge’s courtroom, but those guards on the first shift are as green as grass. An experienced crew could have handled the situation much better ; without anyone getting hurt.”

“We I wasn’t about to let them cut my breasts so the judge could watch me bleed.”

“Who told you that ?” asks the surprised guard.  “No body gets cut in our courtrooms.  What planet are you from ?”

“My manager said that the Judge will want to examine my breasts for silicone, and that he can tell by the color of the blood.  I already told the prosecution I had silicone treatments off-world.  Why should the judge, that old fart, want to see my breasts anyway.”

“Your manager ?  Your mean your pimp-manager.  Here on xz345 a whore has a pimp-manager.  Only movie stars and boxers have managers.  As far as the Judge wanting to see a nice pair of breasts, that’s just the way things are done in his courtroom.  He has the right to examine all the evidence, and a whore’s tits, ass and pussy are part of the evidence.  You should have seen what he did to the little girl before your trial.  I hear he had her stripped and inspected for all to see, and she is not a whore.  Two guards got to maul her breasts to check for silicone.  But no one got cut.”

“So that little weasel, my protector, my pimp, set me up.  God I’m sure glad I pissed on him last night.  You know he sold my contract last night.  My whoring ass belongs to some guy named John Moore.  Ever heard of him ?”

“The name sounds familiar.  Humm, John Moore, I just can’t place it.”

“Any way, wake me when it’s over.  I’m going to sleep.”

On the other side of the Village Square, Yvette is showing the deep throat technique to the last 2 or 3 men hanging around.  And ‘hanging’ is the perfect way to describe them.  Their zippers are down and their cocks are out.  All 3 are up on the stage and Yvette takes turns swallowing their manhood.  Yvette is on her knees with her head tilted all the way back.  The man straddles Yvette with one foot on each side of her closely spaced knees.  The guy bends his knees slightly and drives his cock straight down Yvette’s throat   After doing a couple dozen quick, shallow knee bends, the guy stands to the side and masturbates while the next man fucks the sex model’s throat.  Eventually, the excitement gets the better of each fellow and he shoots his cum all over Yvette’s face.  May be she has lost count or may be she is in LaLa land again, but after the last guy comes on her face, she just continues to kneel there with her head back, eyes closed and mouth open.  In a perverted sort of way, her face looks like a glazed donut.

Doc B comes on the stage.  “OK, you can stop posing for the cameras and your fans.  They have all gone home.”

Yvette looks around at the empty stage.  “Don’t I get to suck you, too ? or the guards ?”

“Sorry, my little slut, but we are on duty.  Besides you don’t want to be getting 2 ‘A’ brands at 1PM, do you ?”

“I guess not.  But I need some more cocks to suck on.”

“How about doing me, Miss Easy ?” says a voice from the shrubbery behind the stage.  The man comes forward, his pants and underwear already removed.  His penis is about 16 cm long but it limply hangs below his shirt-tail. “My cock can really get a lot bigger, especially if your sex model is as good with her mouth as she is with her cunt,” he explains as he steps on to the stage.

The man pulls his shirt tails aside and holds each of them at his hip with his deeply scared hands.  It’s like a stage curtain opening to reveal the main character – his cock - dangling between his legs.  Yvette starts sucking on him but can not get the whole length of his dick in her mouth.  As it stiffens it gets truly massive and she can not even get the shaft in her mouth.

“Mister, you are just too big for me to suck, so let me just lick it with my tongue and stroke it with my hands until you are satisfied.  OK ?”  asks Yvette, as she looks up at the guy.

He nods and Yvette gives him a hand-job.  As she masturbates him, she smells flowers, of some sort, coming from the guy’s crotch area.  The smell gets all over her hands and she thinks, that it’s a strange fragrance for a guy to be using.  With one hands on his cock she reaches the other behind his butt to play with his ass and feels the unmistakable ‘A’ brands on each side of his butt. 

Yvette says to herself, ‘so you are an adulterer, too.  Caught cheating on your wife – at least twice.’  She continues to stroke the man’s cock and brings him to a nice orgasm all over her cum spattered tits.  She releases him and tilts her head back.  With her mouth open, she says, “got any more for me, sir ?” she begs.

The man takes one hand off his hip and starts milking the last few drops of cum into her open mouth.  Yvette places one of her hands on top of his to assist him.  She feels the branded ‘A’ scar on the back of his hand and thinks to her self, ‘so you’ve been caught fucking around on your wife 5 times.  You just can’t keep that dick in your pants.’

As the stranger steps away, Doc B. asks “Well, my little slut.  Are you satisfied now ?”

“I guess so, but that last guy only let me taste a few drops of his cum, and he left me with this flowery smell on my hands.  I’d rather have some more cock to suck on, Doc.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.  Sleep deprivation will do that to a person.  You are so tired, you think this is a dream.  I’m going to loosen those ropes a little and let you lay down for a while.  It’s a little after 6AM and the townsfolk will be coming by on their way to work in an hour, and they usually like to drive by and see the naked girls tied to the bondage frames.  And after that the high school kids come by to hoot and whistle.”

“Oh, no.  Don’t tie me again.”

“Not for an hour.  You just curl up in a ball and get some rest.  I’ll find something to keep you warm.”

Doc B. says to the guards.  “Throw that clear plastic wrap over the frame and build a tent over her.  I’ll see if I can get some heat below her.”

Doc B. takes the defibrillator and ties the 2 paddles together.  He then slides the whole unit under the stage as the guards are building the tent.  He sets the defibrillator unit to pulse mode, continuous run and lets the unit sent a jolt of current thru the paddles every 0.5 second.  This generates some heat between the paddles since they are in a dead short; or at least until the battery runs out of juice.

The Village Square is deserted, except for the 2 naked girls and their guards.  Several blocks from the square, Village road crews are removing the temporary barricades which prevented vehicular travel around the courthouse.  Now the morning rush hour, which lasts only 10 minutes, will not have to diverted to the detour.

Cindy Cums fell asleep nearly instantly, as her dog training sapped every gram of strength from her.  Yvette Easy lay on the wood stage and looked at the distorted image of the street lights through the plastic sheeting, but eventually, she fell into a fitful sleep, filled with visions of men’s cocks.  It was if they were on parade just for her.  She didn’t see the guy’s faces, just their penises as they walked by.  She was looking for something in particular, amongst the line of pant-less men, but not sure what.  Dreams are sort of like that; filled of lots of images with no apparent purpose.

After 30 minutes, the batteries on the defibrillator unit wear out and the little bit of heat the unit generated goes away.  But the tent did help hold it in and Yvette stays warm enough to stay asleep for an hour.

To be continued.

Disclaimer and Copyright

The following story, ‘A Public Spectacle’ was written in 2008 and is an original work of fiction and is intended for adult readers only.  It contains descriptions of acts of violence, forced nudity, public humiliation and non-consensual sexual activities not suitable for many readers.

If these things offend you, the reader, do not read any further.

Elements of this story; its plot, setting and character names, are not necessarily unique to this story, and any resemblance with actual events, places and persons is unintentional.  I wish to thank all the past writers and storytellers in the English language for the inspirations used to write ‘A Public Spectacle’, with a special thanks to the authors, reviewers and readers of this web site for their encouragement and support.  I assert a copyright on the text of this story and no printing, distribution, re-posting or commercial use what so ever is allowed without prior authorization by myself or my future assignees. 

However, since the basic ideas in this story (public punishment, small-town politics, adultery, pain, repression of the middleclass, sex, betrayal, morality, prostitution, etc.) are not entirely my own, feel free to incorporate them into any of your own works.  I look forward to reading them.

Neal  [aka oldpervert1 on bdsmlibrary.com, aka fishbreath4@yahoo.com]

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 13- Dawn, Donuts, Degradation

The guards around the large stage are sitting around, eating donuts and sipping hot coffee.  Their breakfast is a gift from Doctor John, who is enjoying the coffee as much as they are.  Cindy is sound asleep and even the smell of the fresh coffee, steaming from the styrofoam cup beside her isn’t enough to wake her, at least not at first.

“Mmm, is that coffee ?”

“Ah, my sweet whore is awake,” says Doctor John.  “And donuts too.  Good morning.  I see you made it through the night.”

“Ya, I guess I did, but I had a lot of help.  So, what time is it anyway ?”

“Nearly, 7AM and as soon as you finish your breakfast, the lead guard has a new game for you to play.  As you have learned, follow his orders and everything will be OK.”

“Yes, I know.  But I have to pee.”

“Sorry, but I can’t take you to the ladies room, but here is a pail and I won’t even watch.”

Doc discretely turns his head as Cindy empties her bladder, however the morning traffic going through the Village Square gets an eye-full.

“I have to go over and check on Yvette.  Do you know, she has a few ideas that may help you in your court case ?”

“Really ?  But she’s not an attorney, is she ?”

“No, she’s not, but if I can get the 2 of you together for a while, maybe she can tell you and you can use them yourself.  But I got to go.”

With that, Doctor John goes across the square to check on Yvette, just as her guards are taking down the plastic sheeting that served as he tent for the night.  After giving the jail guards a dozen donuts and 6-cups of coffee, he sits down on the edge of the stage, puts his hand on Yvette’s ass and gently strokes it.  “Hey sleepy butt, it’s time to rise and shine.”

It takes a while for her to become aware of her situation, but the blare of a car horn as it slowly passes by, shocks her back to the reality of her naked condition.

“Your fans want to see another show,” says Doc B as he munches on his donut.

“Sir, I’m hungry, too.  Can I have one ?”

“Yes you may.  And there is coffee, too,” says Doc J.  “I just love bringing breakfast to a naked woman.  So what were you dreaming about ?”

“I was dreaming about men’s cocks, Sir.”

“You have become a real slut, and after just one night of forced public sex.”

“No, it was not like that.  In my dream I was looking for one cock in particular.  It was like I was watching a police line-up.  All these men would walk by, take down their pants and I would try to identify them by their penis.  I was trying to find the cock of the man who raped me.  After my attack, the police showed me a photo-lineup, but all I got to see were faces, not dicks.”

“Interesting idea.  You should look through Smoky’s photo collection.  He has been unofficially taking photo’s of prisoner’s private parts for years.  We all thought he was queer for a while.”

Doc B says to Doc J, “You are off duty until noon day after tomorrow.  What brings you to the courthouse square so early ?”

“I got some business to take care of, as soon as the courthouse opens, and I thought I’d bring you some donuts while I was here.”

“That’s nice of you, but since you are going to the courthouse anyway, take this defibrillator unit back to were ever you stole it from; I mean borrowed it from.  The batteries are dead and they need recharging.”

“Oh ? they were 75% when I left it with you.  Did you rundown the batteries while zapping Miss Easy’s pussy all night ?”

“No, we were using it as a heater under the stage, but electro-stimulation of Miss Easy’s pussy sounds like a good idea.  Maybe I’ll do that when she gets her 2nd ‘A’ brand.”

“Hey, no fair !  I’m going to be a good girl, after this.  No second brand for me,” says the naked girl.

The 2 doctors ignore her.  “It came from Judge Fairvert’s courtroom and I’ll take it back before I register my bill-of-sale with the Village Clerk.”

“Bill-of-sale ?  Did you buy a new car ?”

“No.  Better than that.  I bought a whore, and I got a bargain price for her, too.”

“But Doctor John, I thought I was your girl !” protests Yvette.

“Maybe you are, and maybe you’re not.  We certainly did get intimate last night, and I do like to see you naked.  But I’d rather it was in my bedroom ; not on a public stage, and not performing sex demonstrations in front of a crowd of horny men.  If you have to perform like that, then do it for a crowd of one ; me.”

“Oh, that reminds me, says Doc B. “We have another demonstration to do this morning, but this time it’s for the girl’s high school health class.”

“You are going to have me naked in front of a class of girls ?  And what are you going to have me do with them ?  You know lesbianism is a crime, don’t you ?  Are you trying to make them lesbians ?”

“Its not like that.  It’s more of an anatomy lesson; a female anatomy lesson and you are the visual aid.  You just follow my lead and I won’t have to spank that nice ass of yours,” says Doc B.

“I better get going,” says Doctor John as he packs up the defibrillator.  “With all the excitement going on today, someone may actually need it.  Sorry, my little slut, I have to return your little pleasure machine and see my new whore, but I’ll be back before noon.”

With the defibrillator case in one hand and a half full cup of coffee in the other, Doctor John walks off in the direction of the courthouse.  Cars are driving around the square and some stop to take pictures of the naked women.  The TV news trucks have started to arrive and it looks like Yvette will be on ‘Good Morning, Delta’.  ‘I wonder what sort of questions they ask a naked girl,’ he thinks. 

Doctor John decides to delay his errand at the courthouse and pay some attention to his whore, Cindy Cums, who is getting some TV attention of her own.  An exercise instructress, ‘wicked’ Wanda Wilkes, from channel 17 (the fitness channel) starts doing show prep for the upcoming live broadcast.

The show producer says “2-minutes to air time.  Take your places.  Switch on the lighting and the cameras and warm-up the bimbo.”

“Are the muscle relaxers working, my little slut ?” asks the instructress of Cindy.  “Are you ready to do some stretches ?  Lets see you touch your toes.”

Cindy stands, and with her legs spread, she easily touches her toes.

“OK, not put your feet together and do it again.”

Cindy complies.

“OK, now place your hands flat on the stage.”

Cindy strains herself and lowers her body until, at last, to her own amazement, her hands are flat on the stage.

The instructress is delighted.  “Good. She’s ready.”

“Lets start the show,” says the producer as she counts down to air time. “4, 3, 2, ….”

The 3 camera crews all point at their predetermined angles, but only the center one ; the one with the red indicator lamp aglow, is being broadcast.  The producer selects the camera view from behind her set of monitors.  The instructress, ‘wicked’ Wanda, does the usual introductions.  Cindy is described as the latest whore to have pissed off Judge Fairvert.  The instructress and the whore do some warm-up stretches and exercises together.  The instructress is wearing a black leotard that shows off her apple-sized breasts as best as can be expected, which is quite a contrast to Cindy’s buff nakedness and very full breasts.  Surprisingly, the off-world whore keeps up with the local aerobics professional through the entire workout.  Usually the exercise channel has famous guest participants and shows how out of shape they really are.  By comparison the TV viewers do not feel so bad about there own state of un-fitness.

“Well, now let’s see how flexible you really are.  Cindy, lay on the stage with you feet pointed at the center camera.  Franz and Fritz, move her closer to the front edge of the stage and put her in the rocker position.”

Two very burly men come up on the stage and kneel on each side of her.  Together, they bend her knees back until each joint is opposite one of her E-sized tits.

“Come on Cindy arch your back more.  Stretch those glutes,” coaxes ‘wicked’ Wanda.  “That’s good, now Miss Cums, put you arms over your thigh ; behind the knees.  Try to get each arm pit right over your leg.”

Cindy tries, but can not bring her arms over her legs.  This is a very advanced yoga position, and it require many months of preparation, not a few muscle relaxant pills, thinks the Doctor.

“Franz and Fritz, help out our little slut.”

The 2 assistants grab each of Cindy’s arms at the elbow and forcefully place them over her thighs, then they slowly pull her wrists down to the stage until her palms are flat on the wood planks.  Cindy is moaning in pain the whole time.

“Very good, my little slut.  Now that wasn’t so bad.”

Cindy is in too much agony to answer.  She only wants to get this ‘exercise’ over with and to have the F & F guys release her, before she tears a muscle.  She knows her position leaves her cunt and ass-hole obscenely exposed.  ‘I bet I know where the camera is focused for this exercise,’ Doc muses. 

“You are such a slut; showing your cunt and asshole like a filthy whore.  Oh, that’s right.  You are a filthy whore.  Well then, this position should be completely natural for you,” jokes the instructress.

“Now Franz and Fritz, raise her head and rock her forward while I fasten the pressure rods to the stage,” says ‘wicked’ Wanda.  A crewman hands her a screw-gun and a pair of wooden dowels, about a meter long and 1.5 cm in diameter.  They are held apart by spacers at the end of the dowels.  She slides the dowels under Cindy’s back so that the spacers are on each side of her body.  The instructress runs her fingers along Cindy’s spine to position the dowels in exactly the right spot.  Then she screws the dowels to the wooden stage at the spacer bracket.  “Now, Franz and Fritz, you can rock her back to the center.”

Cindy’s back rolls up on the dowels, which fall exactly between 2 of her vertebra.

The crewman hands the instructress a riding crop and a bamboo pole with a dildo on its end.  The TV show’s producer is careful not to get the crewman in the shot.

The instructress stands straddling Cindy’s head with her black spandex-clad legs on each side of the helpless woman.  While holding the 2 instruments of torment so Cindy can not clearly see them, the instructress looking straight into the camera lens and she explains “I have a crop and a dildo in my hands. Which do you want me to use on your exposed cunt first, Miss Cums ?”

Realizing her vulnerable position, Cindy says, “I don’t care.  Just, please, let me go.  This position really hurts.”

“Well, to help you with your decision, let me explain your choices.  The riding crop is very long and easily reaches your pussy.”  To demonstrate this point she slides the shaft-end of the crop up and down Cindy’s open slit.

“Also, this crop has a very small leather loop at the end, which makes it just right for beating your extremely sensitive clit,” she says and slaps the leather between Cindy’s cunt-lips. 

“Ouch !” Cindy winces from the sudden pain.

“Oh, I see your sexy little ‘love-muscle’ likes to be beaten.  Look how much it is straining to be exposed and whipped.”

The producer says, “Camera 1, zoom in on her pussy. We need a close up of this.”

A camera wheels closer to the edge of the stage, as the instructress teases Cindy’s clit with the end of the crop.  From a side monitor, Doc sees the enlarged view of Cindy’s engorged clit.  It really is true.  This extreme position has stretched her pussy lips to each side of her slit and her clitoris is pointed straight up ; as if inviting the next stroke of  the crop. 

“But I also have this nice long, hard rubber dildo to fuck you with,” says the woman as she slides it up and down Cindy’s juicy pussy.  “It’s on a long pole, so I can easily shove it up you cunt, all the way to the very end.”

The instructress lowers both the dildo and the riding crop down to Cindy’s face.  “So, which shall I use on that poor helpless pussy of yours ?  Kiss the one you want most.”

With tears in her eyes, Cindy looks to her left at the dildo, which is coated with her fresh pussy juices.  Then she looks at the crop on her right ; thin and obviously well used.  She has already felt how painful the crop can be, so she turns to her left and kisses the dildo.

“Ah, you are such a whore.  Always going for the cock.  But you shall get it last, you filthy cunt,” says Wanda, with a glint of pure evil in her eye, as she tosses the dildo aside and brings the crop down on the defenseless girl’s un-protected clit.

Cindy screams and screams as the crowd cheers and the woman on top lands stroke after stroke on Cindy’s pussy.  Soon, her maiden’s mounds and pussy lips are bright red and swollen, but her clit is standing even taller !  It has tripled in size since the beginning of the cropping and is nearly as long as Cindy’s finger.  Her clit seems to have a mind of its own ; a truly masochistic mind.  For as Cindy screams from the pain of the whipping, her clit seems to revel in it, twitching and bouncing with each vicious lash ; until finally the cunt whipped whore cums in a long shrieking wail of pleasure and pain.  The crowd applauds wildly.  Even Doc J finds himself clapping his approval of the performance.

‘Damn, Cindy, I never knew you were such a pain-slut,’ thinks Doc J as he watches his whore being tortured at the hands of the channel 17 exercise instructress.

Then ‘wicked’ Wanda is handed the pole dildo again and she offers it to Cindy’s mouth.  “Suck on this for a while,” she says.  “Get it good and lubricated, because you know where it goes next.”

The crowd chuckles at the joke.

As the prisoner sucks on the silicone rubber, the Instructress asks, “Do you know why we call this position ‘the rocker’ ?  It’s because that is exactly the way a whore’s body moves when being fucked in this position ; just like a rocking chair.  And those pressure rods poking her back make the rocking motion even more ‘interesting’.  Let’s show those in our TV audience how much you like being fucked, while being held as a captive sex-toy.”

The instructress jumps off of the stage and walks to the front; next to camera #1.  She slides the business end of the pole-dildo into Cindy’s waiting cunt.  After it hits bottom, Cindy’s cervix, she pushes a little further.  This push causes her whole body to rock back.  When she withdraws the dildo, the body bounces forward to equilibrium and then a bit more.  Then the instructress repeats this movement.  Soon she has developed a rhythm and Cindy’s whole body is rocking back and forth on the pressure rods bolted to the stage. 

Wanda explains to her TV audience.  “The rods are positioned between the 11th thorax and 2nd lumbar vertebrae, and the pressure eventually deadens all the nerves in her waist and hips, including her cunt.  Do you feel that numbing sensation in your cunt, cunt ?”

Cindy nods her head yes.

“That is because, the combination of this rocking motion, and the pressure rods are blocking the same sets of spinal nerves that a doctor would chemically block during child birth.  In another minute or two, the sensations from your pussy and clit to your brain will be reduced to only 18% of normal.  Therefore, I can fuck you all day and all night for weeks at a time like this and you will never cum.  Isn’t that wonderful !”

“Not cum ?  But I want to cum !”

“Yes, all little slutty whores like you want to cum.  Your brains are wired that way.  You see the dildo sliding in and out of your pussy and you think you will get a nice, fun orgasm soon; but not this time, my little pretty. Don’t worry.  This is only a 1 hour show and I have better things to do than fuck your pussy all day.  However, I hope all the pimp-managers watching are taking notes.  They should realize the profit potential of this sex position.  At your bordello, a whore in the rocker position could be fucked by every man and boy in the whole village, one right after the other.  The men would climax, but the whore would not, despite her brain’s desperate pleas for orgasmic release.”

“However, most of the whores I have in my sex-aerobics classes are not as flexible as Miss Cums, so do not attempt this position without first mastering the 6 basic flexibility positions I describe in my book ; ‘How to have better sex through exercise’.  It is available at most book stores, or you can call the number at the bottom of your TV screen.  Its only 32.95, but you will recover your investment the very first day your whore has sex in the rocker position.”

With the book-plug out of the way, the program host explains the other benefits of the rocker position for better sex at home.  Doctor John has heard enough and enters the courthouse by a side door.

Up 3 flights of stairs to the Judge’s floor, then into his courtroom with his trusty old pass key.  ‘Ah, there is the place the unit should be hanging.  Right next to the ‘do not remove’ sign,’ thinks Doctor John.  He hangs the unit on the wall bracket and plugs in the charging transformer.  ‘Good as new.  No one will ever know we borrowed it,’ he thinks.

However, just as he leaves the courtroom, the charger’s thermal overload circuitry shuts off the recharge cycle and the batteries stay stone cold dead.

‘Down to the second floor, do a little paperwork at the Village clerk’s office and I am out of here,’ he thinks.  ‘I sure don’t want to waste my day-off in the courthouse recording the bill of sale for my new whore.  Gee, I’m even thinking like a pimp-manager.’

On the second floor, the line of people waiting in front of the clerk’s counter is longer than he expects, and the clerk’s office will not open for another 30 minutes.  The people in line all seem to be young couples. Some are holding hands but all of them look scared.  The doctor passively waits, like everybody else, except he has to hold his own hand.  He knows he must register the sale of the whoring rights to Cindy Cums before the transaction becomes officially official. 

The guy standing next to him looks at the receipt and asks, “So what did you buy ?”   The young man is holding hands with an equally young woman.  “A new house or a turbo-charged sports car ?”

“Oh no.  Not me.  I bought the exclusive rights to a whore.”

“Good choice, man.  That should be more fun than a sports car.  So where is the bimbo ?”

“She is out on the Village Square, naked, and tied to the bondage frame.”  The girl with the guy looks shocked.  “It’s a mass marketing thing,” adds Doc.

“Oh yah.  That Yvette chick is really hot.  I was watching her on the news this morning.  Last night she got nailed by the mechanical fucking machine and set some kind of record.   I bet she’ll screw anyone at the drop of a hat, and she’ll have her panties off before the hat hits the ground.”

Then the young woman chimes in.  “Harry Cellars !  We’re here to register our marriage and all you want to talk about is screwing whores.  What kind of a husband are you going to be ?  Maybe daddy was right.  Maybe you are no good for me.”

“Oh, come off it sugar-plum.  Ever since the wedding, 5 days ago, you haven’t even wanted to be in the same bed with me, let alone have sex.  It wasn’t until last night, after I got you good and drunk, that I was able to consummate the marriage.”

“Is that what you call it.  All I remember was waking up with this sticky goo oozing out between my thighs.  I thought there was supposed to be romance and love.  Not just stinky semen and stained sheets.”

“Ah, sorry I brought up such a sensitive subject to a couple of newly weds.  I’ll just come back later,” says Doctor John as he retreats to the stairway and back up to the third floor.

He thinks, ‘isn’t that so typical for a couple on this planet.  The man wants to fuck because he is 110% horny, but the woman doesn’t because she’s not used to being sexual and not ready for children, or she doesn’t because she knows she isn’t fertile enough to bear offspring.  This planet is all fucked up about fucking.’

On the third floor, a courthouse guard is unlocking the doors and all the village services counters have opened, and there is no one in line.  Doc steps up to a bored looking clerk at the motor vehicles counter and says, “I’d like to register a bill of sale, but its not for a car.”

“See the Village clerk’s office on the 2nd floor, mister.”

“Ah, but there are more than a dozen couples already in line and they are all bickering about sex, wedding pictures, sex, honeymoon hotels, in-laws and more sex.  One couple is arguing about the name of their first child, even though the female does not look a bit pregnant.”

“Oh, yah, it’s Thursday.  This is pretty normal for a Thursday.  This is the last day the Saturday night newly weds can register their marriage.  If they don’t register today, the whole thing gets annulled.  These are the couples that never should have been.  The ones that married for money or because the bride faked a blue test and daddy has a shotgun,” says the clerk, who has an elaborate set of tattoos extending from her wrists to some where above the sleeves of her plain white blouse.

“Oh, the ones that fooled their boyfriends into becoming their husbands, because they said they were pregnant.  But they aren’t really pregnant,” says Doc.  “And, by the way, that’s some cool needle work, so pardon me if I stare at your arms.  Did you get it done off-world ?”

“Thanks.  My boyfriend did it, here on Delta, and I’m used to the stares.  The really spectacular scenes are on my tits but I can’t show you here in public.  As far as registering your sale, I think I can help you out.  All the courthouse computers are linked together and since I work down there on Saturdays, I have access privileges.  What do you have to register ?  I’ve already guess it’s not a new, turbo-charged sports car, and it’s not a marriage.”

“True, on both counts.  I need to register the sale of a whore, or that is, the sale of a whore’s exclusive whoring services ; to me.”

“Humm,” she says while leaning on a tattooed elbow.  “You don’t look like the pimp-manager type.  Let me see your bill of sale and some ID.”  The clerk reads through the papers, then accesses the Village’s computer data base.  “Well, according to our records, the ownership of whore #45658 , who goes by the professional name of Cindy Cums, does indeed belong to a Mr. A.M. Jones, and there are no registered liens against her, so he is entitled to sell her contract, if he wants to.”

“Great.  What is the cost to record the sale ?”

“30 credits and a little more time and paperwork.  First I have to verify the sale with Mr. Jones, since the sale was not witnessed.  Then, you have to get registered as a pimp-manager.  I can wave the licensing exam, since you are a practicing physician, and know more about the female body then a pimp could ever learn.”

“Wonderful.  What forms do I have to fill out ?  And I really got to meet your boyfriend.  I have a friend who will very shortly want to get her small ‘A’ tattoo covered over.”

“Well, just complete this one form for your pimp-manager’s license and pay the 20 credits fee, but I still have to verify the sale.  Could you bring Mr. Jones into the courthouse ?”

“Can’t do that in the time frame required.  How about you call him and verify it over the comm. link.  I’m sure his whore house is listed in the Village Directory or in your records.  It’s called the ‘chick and raunch’ and is somewhere on the outskirts of the Village.  And I’d really like to see more of your boyfriend’s work.  Is he good at covering brandings ?”

The clerk is quickly typing away at her keyboard.  “OK, let’s see.  Ah, here it is, the ‘chick-n-raunch’, it’s hyphenated, so it’s hard for the computer to find it.  In their display ad, it lists Cindy Cums as one of the whores.  I’ll call him right now and ask him to verify the sale,” says the clerk.  Then, as the computer is accessing the number, in a lower tone she adds, “And yes, he is a really really good tattoo artist, not just some ink slinger.  He covered my 3rd offense adultery brands, too.  You know the ones Judge ‘fucking’ Fairvert had burned on my tits.  You know the Judge is a real dick-head, pardon my french.  They caught him with a whore under his deck in his courtroom.  She was giving him blowjobs while court was in session.  They also say he spends every Saturday night getting some whore to swallow his dick; what he calls ‘rod of justice’.”

“Really ?  I didn’t know.  But back to the tattoos.”

“Come closer, mister, and I’ll let you sneak a peak at my boy friend’s work.  He doesn’t mind me flashing my tits, as long as I’m advertizing his studio.”

The clerk unbuttons her white blouse and leans over the counter so Doc can see.  She is braless under the cotton fabric of her blouse and gives Doc a close-up view of her breasts.  They are small, pointy and have very large nipples, which sport silver rings and a connecting chain.  But the striking feature is the tattooed pink flowers connected with a blue-green leafy vine on the underside of each breast.  “Incredible !  I don’t see any sign of a branding scar at all,” says Doc.

A courthouse guard walks by behind Doc and the clerk goes into a back-to-business mode.  “Just fill out the manager’s application form, mister Moore, and I’ll call Mr. Jones,” she says as she re-buttons her blouse.

The guard walks past and down to the 2nd floor where the newly weds are getting unruly.

“Just one more thing about your art work.  Can I feel the scars ?  Are they really there ?”

“Oh, yah.  They are still there.”  The clerk looks both ways down the corridor to be sure the guard is gone.  “Come closer and I’ll give you a free feel,” says the clerk as she leans forward even more and holds her blouse open.

Doc slides his fingers around her nipple chain and over the bottom of her tits.  Sure enough, he can feel the old branding scars; he just can not see them.  “Your boyfriend IS really good,” says Doc as he fills out the form and as the tattooed clerk re-buttoning her blouse.

“Is this the ‘chick and raunch’?  Can I speak with a Mr. A.M. Jones ?”,  says the clerk over the comm..link.

There is a short pause, then she says, “I don’t really care who he is fucking right now.  Get him on the phone.  This is the courthouse records department.  This concerns his whoring license.”

“I bet that gets their attention,” says Doc.

“Yup.  Gets’em every time,” says the clerk with the tattooed tits.  “Mr. Jones ?  This is the Village courthouse records dept.  I have before me a Mr. John Moore, who claims you sold the whoring contract of a Miss Cindy Cums, #45658, to him for the sum of 150 credits.  Is this true ?”  another pause.

“Mr. Jones, he is standing right here.  Why don’t you talk to him.”

“My sources tell me you are a medical doctor, Mr. Moore, not just someone who calls himself ‘doc’ .  I need some health certificates for my girls.  You promise to get them to me by Monday and I’ll tell that clerk bitch the sale is cool.”

“I can do that, but I need some information, too.  What do your ‘sources’ tell you about Judge Fairvert ?”

“Why that old pervert.  He comes out here a couple of times a month.  Cindy has sucked him a few times, and he has ass-fucked all my other girls.  He likes to play games with them ; makes them act like farm animals.  That’s what gets him hard.  Then he can fuck ‘em.”

“Interesting.  Got any video ?”

“Yah, some.  You into that animal shit ?  You want to buy it ?”

“I’ll buy it.  I’ll pay 5 signed and sealed heath certificates, all you have to do is fill in the names and numbers, but you have to send that video of Fairvert to this internet account.  Then I’ll send the certificates.  Deal ?”

“Deal.  What account ?”

“Hang on a second,” says Doc cupping his hand over the phone and talking to the clerk.  “Can I use your computer ?”

“Sure, go hog wild,” she says as she turns the monitor and keyboard around for Doc to use.  “I sure as hell haven’t got anything else to do.”

It’s true.  Doc is the only person on the whole corridor conducting Village Business.  He quickly finds the ‘chick-n-raunch’ email address and sends 5 blank health certificates with his electronic signature.  And true to his word, A.M. Jones sends about 17 megs of video (approx. 30 minute of real time footage.) in a reply.  Doc previews it and sees that it is real juicy.  The scene shows Judge Fairvert sodomizing a whore.  She is wearing a donkey costume, and 2 other whores are dressed as sheep.  They are being held captive in a head gate, while awaiting their turn at being buggered.

Back on the phone, doc says, “you got what you need, now how about telling this cute tattooed clerk about the sale.”  He passes the phone back to the clerk. 

There is a pause as she listens, then says to Doc, “OK.  He has verified the sale.  Just pay the 10 credits to register the sale and 20 credits for you pimp-managers license, and you are done.”

Doc pays the money and thinks it was a good thing he stopped at the automated bank before coming to the courthouse.

“You understand that the whore you now officially own, can not sell her body for sex until she gets her license reinstated.  Here is your temporary Pimp-Manager’s card with your license number.  You’ll get the laminated plastic one in the mail within 2 weeks.  In the mean time, you are responsible for the upkeep of your whore.  This includes food, clothing, shelter and payment of any debts or fines she may have.  Owning a whore is expensive.  Those slutty clothes they all wear are not cheap.”

“It almost sounds like I was married to her,” remarks Doc.

“Yes, it is sort of like that, except she can not use your name as her own and can not claim inheritance rights.  Oh, and here is my boyfriend’s card.  The design on the back is the same one as on my tits.  Isn’t it cool ?”

“I like it, but I like your tits better,”  Doc says, as he pinches her nipple through the fabric of her blouse.  “Call your boyfriend for me and reserve an appointment for 9PM tonight.  He’ll have a brand new ‘A’ branding to cover-up with a butterfly tattoo or something like that,” says Doc as he slips a 10 credit note into the open front of the clerk’s blouse, and leaves.

To be continued….