Crime and Punishment
Author's Note: I was cleaning files off my hard drive and came across this story that I'd written but never submitted. It opens the door to more chapters if it's well received.
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A huddled figure looked at a solitary warehouse, flanked by farmer fields and a gravel road. A single streetlight offered the only illumination on the dark, gloomy night, where moisture-soaked clouds spilled heavy sheets of rain. Despite the downpour the figure remained motionless, continuing to stare at the warehouse, as if too afraid to approach.
Nicole pulled the jacket tighter around her neck as the rain intensified. Several drops found their way inside the neckline and dripped down her back, until finally being absorbed by her clothing. She had found the ominous-looking warehouse just as the detailed instructions had promised, so far from any other signs of life. It looked as lifeless as the rest of the scenery, but Nicole suspected that was an intentional ruse to avoid drawing unwanted interest. On one corner of the building a door beckoned, with a small lamp overhead casting an eerie glow upon the entrance. It also illuminated a hand-painted four-digit number, the only confirmation that she was at the correct location.
Nicole shuddered as a chill rippled through her body. The last vestiges of warmth dissipated and she continued to shiver in the cold downpour. It was the cold that motivated her to approach the warehouse, but she did so both slowly and reluctantly.
"What am I so afraid of?" she asked herself out loud. "It's just a fucking building, right?"
Nicole knew it wasn't the building that frightened her; it was what awaited her inside. She wasn't sure what to expect, and that's what was so scary. The isolated location was also scary. They could do anything to her and she'd be in no position to stop them, and any possibility of help was almost hopeless. It was at the moment she realized she'd left no word where she was going. Nicole's own shame had maintained her silence and coerced her cooperation, and she was at the lowest point in her life.
"I'll be getting the strap, that's for sure," Nicole surmised, slightly comforted by the sound of her own voice. "That's what bad girls get, right?"
Those chilling words stirred up childhood memories, and for a few seconds her mind retrieved and replayed the event. Summers at her Uncle Ted's farm in the Midwest, the horse barn and what Ted always called his whipping post. As a young teenager she'd found her way to his mean side and was aptly rewarded. He'd dragged her there, kicking and screaming, and tied a leather strap around both wrists and the other end around a metal loop. He grabbed her neck and pushed her face-first against the post as his other hand pulled the belt from the loops of his pants
Nicole still felt the intense shame of that moment yet couldn't help but continue to recall what followed. Sharp stinging pain jolted her rounded ass and loud snapping could be heard, mingled with her cries of shock and pain. As the horses whinnied in protest the strap hit her fifteen times. He then told her she needed time to think, and she stood next to the post for what seemed like an hour as she quietly cried. Nicole thought long and hard, although not about her transgressions. She was much too stubborn for that. She stopped crying and decided to stand up to him in her own unique way.
She was standing there facing her Uncle Ted when he reappeared. Nicole's face was determined, and a fiery look was in her beautiful green eyes. He approached with an equally stern look of determination of his own.
He questioned her for a brief time in an effort to gauge the effectiveness of the punishment. When it seemed to have had no effect, he sighed and gave her an exasperated look, then removed the leather strap and released her. Nicole had learned an important lesson on that day.
"Don't let him catch you again," Nicole spoke into the rain as she recalled the thoughts that resounded in her head. "But I did. I fucked up again, and here I am again. I must be stupid, or maybe deep down I really enjoy this shit."
But this time it wasn't going to be her Uncle Ted. This time it wasn't stealing money from the change jar. No, this time it was felony theft that carried with it serious jail time and a record that would never go away. But she chose the second option when it was offered by the small-town sheriff. It was a second chance at a conviction-free college career, but with a heavy price tag of its own.
"And this is the price," she said to herself. "An evening in the middle of fucking nowhere in some warehouse that's probably filled with nothing but painful surprises. Why else would it have even been offered by this bunch of perverted country fucks?"
Nicole's fear was replaced by anger the closer she drew to the warehouse door. Her characteristic stubborn determination returned. The knot in her stomach was still there, along with the pounding of her heart, but she found no difficulty in turning the door handle and stepping inside to face an uncertain future. Recalling the stern look on Uncle Ted's face triggered an internal rage that chased away the last vestiges of numbing fear.
Nicole closed the heavy steel door and glanced around, finding herself in a small vestibule. The cement floor was covered by an indoor-outdoor throw rug, and a pair of muddy boots rested in one corner.
Nicole squeezed the rain from her short black hair, and then shed her jacket and hung it from a peg that was mounted to one wall. Her slender, shapely figure was smartly dressed in a short black skirt and a thin white short-sleeved blouse, both of which were very inappropriate for the weather that raged outside.
However the selection of clothing was no choice of hers, but was rather one of several terse instructions delivered to her by the sheriff. She didn't protest at the time, and was not about to deviate from anything he'd requested. Total compliance was her only guarantee of absolution from the crime, and she was not prepared to jeopardize that.
The short skirt revealed much of her smooth legs, and hung only inches from her crotch. The white blouse was tied off at the bottom in a loose knot, leaving a thin strip of her creamy belly exposed. The top two buttons were unfastened, leaving a deep V of her chest and the inside halves of both breasts teasingly revealed.
Her blouse had gotten wet in the steady rain and had become transparent, exposing her small, perky breasts and large pink nipples. As requested there was no bra, and beneath the skirt only a thong covered her freshly-shaved pussy -- another requirement that had been levied on her.
Nicole wasn't sure why the event required a dress code. Perhaps it was the sheriff's way of driving home the fact that she was completely powerless in this situation, or maybe he was fulfilling some sick fantasy. In the end it wouldn't matter why.
After briefly primping herself Nicole reached for the knob of the door opposite the entrance. She turned it but did not immediately pull the door open. An intense fear reappeared, stronger than before, and her anger-fueled courage crumbled. Nicole's entire body shook uncontrollably, and her remaining strength left.
She whimpered as tears welled up in her adorable green eyes and rolled down her creamy cheeks. She cursed her own weakness and fought back, regaining control of her emotions. It was only grim determination that enabled her to pull the door open and intentionally place herself in harm's way.
Initially she thought the warehouse was deserted, but on the far end she saw a spotlight that shined down on a table with two chairs. There was a paper and pen and two microphones on the table, and the sheriff occupied one of the two chairs as he watched her every move. Nicole immediately sensed that the eerie effect had been intentional.
"Join me, Nicole," his voice said over a public address system, bouncing back and forth within the cavernous interior.
Realizing it was too late to reconsider, she nervously approached him as instructed. She sat in the chair opposite him and looked down at the paperwork that rested before her.
"There are two phases," he explained in a calm voice. "The punishment phase and the rehabilitation phase. The punishment phase occurs this evening. The rehabilitation phase lasts six months and requires your cooperation and commitment.
"Now I'm sure the punishment phase is evident. The rehabilitation phase requires some explanation. You will be assigned a rehabilitation counselor; make monthly visits to the counselor, and will fully cooperate with anything your counselor requests. The visits will be scheduled on the weekend day of your counselor's choosing and last approximately three hours. Failure to show, failure to comply with a counselor request, or attitude problems will result in immediate implementation of the original felony charge and, most likely, a lengthy prison term.
"Do you understand this agreement?"
Nicole shook uncontrollably as her mind struggled to comprehend the details of the presented agreement. She'd been led to believe that tonight would be the end of it, but it was only the beginning of a six-month-long ordeal. It wasn't difficult to imagine the types of requests her counselor would make, but she was certain that much worse awaited her in prison. It had to be the lesser of two evils and the only reasonable decision despite the fear that gripped her supple flesh. Prison was no place for a nineteen-year-old college freshman.
"Yes, I..." Nicole started, but was surprised as she heard her amplified voice reverberating through the warehouse and her hesitant voice faltered. "I understand," she finally managed to say.
"Indicate your agreement by signing the bottom of the form and we will proceed to the punishment phase."
She gripped the pen in her right hand, but it was shaking too badly. She took a deep breath, relaxed slightly, and signed an almost illegible signature on the form as instructed.
"You will be assigned and meet your counselor at the conclusion of the punishment phase. You will not speak of this to anyone, under penalty of the original charges being reinstated. Do you agree?"
As tears formed in her eyes she nodded her understanding.
There was a loud bang and Nicole found herself immersed in complete darkness. Not a sound could be heard except for distant thunder and the constant rain on the warehouse roof. She sensed the darkness was being used to increase her sense of complete helplessness and isolation, and it was working. She swallowed nervously as her heart raced, her mind wondering what would happen next.
A minute or two later a second bang sounded and a different spotlight turned on. The round pool of white light illuminated a horizontal steel support bar from which shiny chrome chains and handcuffs ominously dangled. A nearby table contained an assortment of punishment devices that Nicole could only guess at. The appearance of the chains and tools sent a cold chill through her entire body and generated a fear so intense she could taste it.
Her fingers gripped the frame of the chair as tightly as they could and the breath was ripped from her lungs. The knot in her stomach twisted and turned, and Nicole felt sudden warmth as she lost control of her bladder and wet her panties and skirt. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the frightening tools as her mind tried to envision their perverted use.
Again she broke down and started crying, spilling tears down her pretty face as her entire body shook in uncontrollable spasms of fear. This time it took several minutes for her to regain control and composure. The minutes ticked by as she sat there and stared. Finally the sheriff's amplified voice directed her to the punishment post for the inevitable first phase.
As she approached, a heavily muscled figure emerged from the darkness and silently beckoned for her. He was dressed in a black leather skull cap that also hid his face from the nose up, so she had no idea who her punisher was. His chest was bare, but black leather shorts tightly clung to his crotch.
She couldn't help but stare at the long, shiny chrome zipper. When lowered it would enable access inside the shorts, and she wondered if he'd be making use of that with her. Black leather boots completed his ensemble. He looked like the executioners she'd watched in medieval movies and only added to her intense fear. When a wide grin appeared on his face her blood ran cold.
She stepped onto a small platform beneath the hanging support. He stood beside her, grasping each wrist and slapping the handcuffs around them. The insides of the handcuffs were thankfully padded. A control box dangled from the ceiling and he pressed a button. A motor whirred to life and the slack in the chains disappeared, continuing until her arms were helplessly outstretched overhead.
Nicole realized the table containing the tools was strategically positioned slightly behind her, just barely out of view. When the punisher left her side she could only imagine what he was selecting from the variety of instruments available, and what he would do with them once he did.
He left her there for what seemed like hours, her chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing. Nicole's slender, shapely body visibly trembled as she fearfully glanced around, her fear and anxiety quickly mounting. Both nipples were taut and ached under the thin, wet top.
Although Nicole had no knowledge of it, a group of wealthy gentlemen occupied padded chairs and observed the activities from a short distance away. They took their time assessing the physical quality of the felon, admiring all they could see in her current clothed state.
Whispers were exchanged as monetary offers were made for selection of each of them as her counselor, but it would take until evening's end before a decision would be made. In case their view was obstructed a large-screen TV displayed close-up footage for their consideration, but was positioned so that no light was cast on them to ensure their total privacy.
When the punisher reappeared Nicole looked at his hands, but both were empty. He stood in front of her and grasped her thin white blouse, emitting an evil laugh as he tore it open. The buttons popped and fabric ripped where his fingers had grasped it and it fell away from her chest and revealed the creamy, small, perky breasts and swollen pink nipples that throbbed with every beat of her heart. With that task accomplished, the punisher again stepped out of her limited field of vision.
As the nearby men admired her half-naked body, a soft click sounded and the sheriff's voice was again heard over the speaker system.
"You will now be marked," he explained. "These must be left intact for the duration of your rehabilitation as a reminder of your illegal act and to help motivate you to become a better citizen. They will remain your property after a successful rehabilitation to do with as you wish."
Nicole's mind raced as she struggled to understand the statement. Her mind created images of branding or tattooing as she tried to determine how she would be marked. The possibilities were endless, and she was sure it would involve pain. The more she pondered, the closer she came to breaking down in tears again.
It took all her strength to fight them back and remain strong. The tension hung in the air like an acrid cloud that tightened the knot in her stomach and fueled her fear. Nicole visibly trembled and her obvious fear seemed to please the cloaked man. When he returned she struggled to see what he brought with him.
She was surprised by a sharp slap across the face. It was followed by a second, harder slap that left her briefly dazed. The punisher gestured for her to look forward only, a tip that Nicole took to heart. As she gazed into the darkness she wondered who was out there, hidden and watching. Even Nicole had no idea all of the attention that she gathered, forever etched onto digital video disks on eight cameras at various angles. The silent group observed every moment, and several thoroughly enjoyed watching the fear in her eyes as they hungered for more.
"The safe word is 'release'," the mysterious man told her. "Speak it if you cannot handle the punishment any longer and wish it to stop. But if you do the original theft charge will be reinstated. Do you understand?"
Nicole nodded emphatically.
"Speak it now once, so we both know you know it."
"Release," she repeated.
He advised her, "Don't speak it again."
A second later a hand reached around and harshly grasped the nape of her neck as his mouth moved forward and pressed against her lips. Nicole's initial instinct was to turn away, but he had anticipated this and his strong hand kept her head from moving. She tasted him as his hot tongue filled her sweet mouth, giving her a hard, passionate kiss.
Nicole was disgusted yet she nervously kissed him back despite her emotions, trying her best to please him in hopes of minimizing her punishment. Nicole feigned eagerness and pressed her mouth harder against his, her own tongue extending deeply into his mouth.
She winced as she kissed him with all the skill she possessed, imagining it was an old boyfriend and not the henchman he was. He was pleased at having received her reluctant cooperation, and pulled away a few moments later after enjoying the sweet warmth of her lips.
He stepped behind her and reached both hands around to her front. Nicole wanted to look down but knew to stare forward, and she did as expected. She then felt his cold hands as they roughly cupped and fondled the small perky mounds. He squeezed them both for several moments and pinched on the large pink nipples, noticing as her body responded to his disgusting touch.
Nicole was ashamed that her body responded so favorably, as tingling warmth rippled through her body and further swelled her large nipples. He pinched and twisted on the taut nubs harder, softly chuckling as she gasped and cried out from the stinging jolts of pain he induced. His hands and fingers alternated between tender caresses and painful tweaking, the gentle touching creating undeniable warmth in her belly and the sharp stinging pain chilling the flames of arousal.
A remote-controlled camera had zoomed in on her face and chest, filming the rough and tender fondling of her perky breasts and nipples and the reaction of the pain on her contorted face. The viewing audience smiled, enjoying the fear and shame and misery the girl experienced. The punisher knew what they liked, and he was always eager to please his wealthy masters.
The punisher ripped at her already-torn blouse until it tore free from her quivering body onto the cement floor in several pieces. His hands then reached around and roughly ripped the waistband of her short skirt, which fell to the floor around her ankles. The sexy thong was all that remained of her clothing.
The punisher stepped away again, leaving Nicole standing in place shivering from the cold and fear, alone with her imagination. There was a soft whirring sound as several cameras changed perspective, with one zooming in on a sore pink nipple and the other providing a complete shot of her body from the front for the gallery to enjoy.
She was left there for what seemed like hours, but in reality was no more than a few minutes. The delay was designed to instill fear into the girl, a fear she would not soon forget. Again she struggled to fight back the tears that threatened to spill, and tried not to think of the pain and misery that was so close at hand.
Nicole was surprised that he left her thong in place, protectively covering her bald cunt and fragile pink folds. His large hands reached around again, this time holding something that Nicole couldn't make out in her peripheral vision. She discovered very quickly it was ice. The punisher held two handfuls of crushed ice against her sore breasts, sending a cold chill through her near-naked body.
She gasped and grimaced as the ice was held in place upon her flesh, the warmth of her small creamy mounds slowly melting the small cubes as the breath was ripped from her lungs. At the same time he leaned forward and took an earlobe into his mouth, tongue licking and teeth sharply biting on the lobe.
Nicole was already chilled, but the ice bath had the sexy teen shivering like crazy. The cold and his biting teeth were miserable and sharp pain jolted her trembling body. Tears threatened again and this time Nicole couldn't fight them back. Hot drops spilled from her gorgeous green eyes and she softly cried as the shame, pain and humiliation shattered her fragile façade.
Once the ice had mostly melted in his hands, he rubbed the remainder over her smooth belly and the last fragments were gone. Rivulets of cold water ran down her belly and soaked the thong, causing her to shiver even worse.
It was the worst pain she'd ever endured as she stood there helplessly with arms outstretched under the relentlessly bright illumination from the overhead spotlight. The cameras captured it all from various perspectives to the great pleasure of the assembled gentlemen.
The misery on her face was obvious as she softly cried from the abuse, all the while staring ahead into the darkness as instructed. Again she wondered who was out there besides the cruel sheriff, and wondered how they could derive delight from such a display.
Her icy cold body shivered and the large nipples were fully hardened. A few moments elapsed and the punisher again reached around her from behind, this time holding a menacing curved needle. The needle glinted in the light and sent another ice-cold jolt of fear through Nicole.
As two fingers of his left hand held the base of her nipple in place, the right hand skillfully pierced the pink nipple with the needle and fed a diamond-tipped post through the opening. More tears spilled from the stinging pain, but it was a brief discomfort. The punisher repeated the procedure on her other nipple, placing a matching post through the swollen nub. Again the stinging of the needle watered her eyes, but it wasn't half as bad as the anticipation.
After the piercing Nicole finally gained control over her emotions and stopped her soft crying. What she hadn't anticipated was that he wasn't done. She again saw a flash of steel and felt his hands on her smooth belly. The needle pierce through the skin at her bellybutton, and a third diamond-tipped post was installed. This time Nicole wasn't prepared -- she yelped and winced from the brief but sharp, stinging pain.
Her shivering slowed as some warmth returned to her body, but Nicole suspected that it would take hours to chase the chill from her flesh. The weather that waited outside would offer no solace. A furious clap of thunder sounded and shook the building down to its foundation. After the belly ring, the punisher stepped away and again time crawled by, second by painful second.
The small group of men admired her abused body from afar, gazing into the large TV screen. Their motives may have differed, but all were very impressed with the tough-spirited and beautiful young girl before them. She had broken down and cried, but it took a while for her spirit to break and even then she recovered her composure quickly.
Many other girls had broken quickly and never recovered, crying shamelessly throughout the punishment and earning more misery for their weakness. But this girl was a fighter, and they respected strength of character. Their minds continued to observe and consider how much money such a girl was worth to them.
The punisher had free reign over his charges until the actual whipping was performed. That left him free to do whatever he desired to the girls. Most of them were broken and crying and he had little interest in their weak flesh. But this one was strong and spirited.
Just as he thought he'd broken her spirit she recovered nicely. This was one of the very few he had any respect for, and that quality aroused him. The watchful committee wasn't accustomed to seeing him attracted to his charges, but this time he would take advantage of his freedom and enjoy all that she offered before the whipping started.
He approached from behind and wrapped his arms around her midriff, pulling her body tightly against his. Nicole felt the immediate warmth of his skin on hers, and she softly sighed in appreciation as he tried to warm her and chase the chill away. His hands reached down and rapidly rubbed her smooth legs, getting the blood flowing again, and then her extended arms and shoulders. After the brief massage Nicole stopped shivering and felt much better, although she was suspicious of his motives for the considerate act.
"You're not like the others, you're a fighter and I respect that," he whispered faintly into an ear. "I'll take it easy on you when the time comes for the whipping, but you're going to do me a few favors first. Nothing turns me on like a strong-willed girl."
Nicole shuddered in disgust. She had used all of her strength of will to remain unbroken, but all that had earned her was the promise of an easier punishment and to be used as a sex object. What did the other girls do, break down and cry from the very first moment? Nicole suddenly wished she had acted the same as those that preceded her, wondering how many times this had been repeated. Based on how well organized the evening proceeded, it had to have been going on for years.
A motor sounded and the pressure on her arms eased up. Nicole's arms and legs were weak and shaky. Her body was slowly lowered to the floor until she was in a kneeling position with her arms outstretched above. She summoned her inner strength again and she looked into the darkness with defiant rage.
The punisher returned and stood before her, now only inches away. It was quite evident what he wanted as she stared at the chrome zipper in his leather shorts. As she watched, his fingers slowly tugged the zipper down and pulled his semi-erect cock out into the open. It was larger than the few she'd seen, and the rounded purplish head eagerly beckoned for her mouth.
Nicole knew her options were limited. Defiance would be met by severe punishment, so cooperation was her only true choice. His hand reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her towards him. Nicole's eyes closed, her mouth reluctantly opened, and she grimaced as the tip of his throbbing organ pushed between her soft, moist lips and deeply into her mouth.
Although no complaints were officially lodged the committee members were annoyed by the sexual whims of their henchman. He usually demonstrated no interest in his charges, so when he did it became an unwelcome delay.
The cameras whirred as the perspectives were changed, optimized to capture the action. There were close-ups of the action by three separate cameras, and the best image was selected for display on the TV. The group watched with half-interest as they impatiently waited for the punishment to resume, but it was apparent that it would be a while.
The punisher rocked Nicole's head back and forth, setting the pace as his swollen cock pushed in and out of her hot, wet mouth. The round tip thumped at the back of her throat as her sweet mouth licked and sucked as good as any he'd had. He was pleased with her willingness as her mouth performed well.
His balls quickly filled with cum, but the man was good at controlling himself and wanted this to last as long as possible. Nicole licked and sucked on him for several minutes, expecting him to cum at any moment, but he persisted longer than any guy she'd sucked off. She reluctantly admitted to a growing respect for the henchman, and in so doing her intense disgust and hatred of him dissipated.
The punisher was on the verge of climax when he reluctantly vacated her incredible mouth. He was the type of man who took pleasure in forcing any girl he'd developed an interest in to swallow his milky load, but he wanted to experience more of this girl than simply her mouth.
Nicole knew what was next when he moved behind her. She felt his fingers tugging down the thong, still wet with melted ice and her seeping nectar. He pulled the last vestige of clothing down her quivering thighs and completely off. Nicole shuddered as she felt so completely naked and ashamed, and allowed to be used in such a despicable manner.
She knew what was expected, and without being instructed Nicole spread her thighs far apart and leaned forward until the chains tightened. Her eyes remained fixed on the required spot in the blackness as her face flushed red with intense embarrassment, deep humiliation. She silently cursed everyone involved in the sordid scheme, but her hatred would change nothing.
Nicole felt fingers gently rubbing on the moist pink folds of her pussy. Her eyelids fluttered as she softly groaned in response. Tingling warmth rippled through her flesh and again the fire in her loins was triggered. Her defiance melted as thick nectar oozed from her belly, aroused by the intimate touching. He caressed her tenderly and worked several fingers between the folds and pushed them into her narrow slit. The punisher showed his soft side as he treated her respectfully, rubbing on the velvet-smooth pussy slit and feeling the slippery nectar oozing from within.
Nicole felt dirty and shameless as she enjoyed the fingers fondling her pussy. The miserable shivering and chill was gone as her body warmed and was growing hotter. The heat in her loins flared. She moaned and shuddered in genuine excitement as his fingers worked her pussy which got it wet and ready for fucking.
A thick middle finger pressed against the orifice and popped inside the tight opening, slowly pushing into her belly. Nicole's hips rocked back and forth as he finger-fucked her tight hole and fingered her enlarged clit. The girl writhed in delight, staring out into the darkness and wondering how many were watching her shameless, animal-like behavior.
Her pussy was hot and creamy when the punisher withdrew his finger. Nicole was scared of his size and wondered if her small pussy could take all of him inside. That question would soon be answered as she felt the large rounded tip at the narrow opening, and with a quick thrust he popped inside her tight canal.
His strong hands grasped the front of her thighs and pinned her in place. Nicole groaned aloud when he thrust a second time, his large prick meeting considerable resistance from her unyielding flesh. He made several small strokes, slowly loosening up her tight canal walls, and very slowly pushed deeper.
For Nicole it was painful pleasure as he opened up her tight pussy, stretching the walls to accommodate his organ's size. His cock triggered intense tingling delight, yet also hurt as he forced her pussy to yield to his large erection. Thick nectar lubricated the canal and clung to her pink outer folds. It seemed to take forever as he drove slightly deeper every few moments, her pussy aching from the relentless stretching but enjoying the tugging on her hooded clit.
He grasped her thighs with a strong grip, one that would reveal bruises where he had so tightly clutched her body. As he held on to the spirited girl his hips thrust forward and back, pushing ever deeper as her incredible tight pussy reluctantly permitted entry. For the punisher it was the tightest pussy he'd ever fucked, and its unyielding nature had him on the brink of climax very quickly.
He pushed into her and stopped, releasing his hold on her thighs and filling both hands with her soft, perky breasts. He pulled her up so that her body was more visible to the admiring committee, squeezing and fondling the mounds lovingly. Then his fingers grasped the freshly studded nipples and twisted on the diamond studs, creating sharp jolts of stinging pain.
Nicole cried out and her face contorted in pain. He knew what the committee wanted to see, and realized they could become impatient with his desires. Twisting on the nipple rings and creating pained looks on her face would doubtless be appreciated, for the wealthy treasured such sights of absolute misery.
The punisher resumed his fucking as he roughly grasped her breasts and nipples, continuing the painful twisting. Nicole felt betrayed as the tender touching became rough again. He thrust hard and finally filled her pussy with his full length. Pain assaulted Nicole from both her breasts and pussy, and tears again welled up in her green eyes.
His cock almost fully withdrew and pushed inside completely, now fucking her fast, hard, and deep. Nicole felt her toes curling with powerful tingling pleasure. She'd become accustomed to the sharp jolts of pain, and now they even seemed to multiply her delight.
The committee members regained interest in the action as he fucked the girl hard and created the pain they loved to see on the girls' faces. The men seemed to be enjoying it. The punishment made for must-see video and their disinterest evaporated, just as the punisher had anticipated.
Nicole no longer cared if there was an unseen audience. Her animal-like desire overrode her shameless actions and her pleasure peaked. She tensed for a moment, then jerked and writhed in spasms of sheer delight. Her loud, unbridled groaning echoed throughout the warehouse, and even touched upon the ears of the committee.
Her orgasm was savored as powerful spasms of ecstasy had her sexy form wildly bucking; the abused girl enjoyed every moment as thick nectar flowed from her sore pussy and ran down her inner thighs. Even the twisting of her pained nipples couldn't diminish the intense pleasure of sexual release.
Wetness enveloped his driving cock, and now he pumped in and out of her tight pussy with ease. Nicole's body had surrendered itself to his large erection and wrapped around the long sword seeking its seed. The punisher held out a few moments longer but his aching balls were eager to release their load.
With his cock buried completely inside the girl, he erupted and delivered thick ropes of milky cum. He was good for a few more strokes, eking the last remaining seed from his balls and squirting it into her canal. After he was drained the softening cock withdrew, satisfied.
The punisher had great respect for the girl, but he knew the committee expected to view her punishment. As much as he would have liked to release her without the whipping, there was unfinished business at hand.
He tucked himself back inside and closed the zipper, then pressed a button and activated a motor that dragged Nicole back into a standing position with her arms outstretched. As she stood there she felt his cum as it dripped down her inner thighs, a shameful reminder of her willing though reluctant participation in the act. But she was sexually satisfied, and that was a feeling no punishment could take away.
Nicole was exhausted by all she'd suffered through that evening. The highs and lows, the pain and pleasure, all had drained her strength. The time of her true punishment was at hand, and again she stared into the darkness. A few moments later sharp pain filled her body, followed by the slapping sound of a leather strap upon bare skin. Her ass burned from the blow.
A few seconds passed before the next blow, again filling her naked body with sharp pain. She broke down and cried, tears spilling over her cheeks. She made no effort to stem the flow and gave in to her misery.
The leather strap struck again, jolting Nicole with pain and fueling her crying. The punisher softened, almost feeling guilty for having broken such a respected spirit. But he knew what the committee members wanted to see, and paid him well to deliver. So he lifted his arm again and sharply struck the leather strap across her angry red ass, but less severely than he had struck many of the other girls before her.
With each blow her body jerked, another red stripe appeared across her rounded ass, and her flesh burned. The sharp jolt of stinging pain left her breathless, tears wet her face and dripped on the cement floor below. Despite the wincing and pained expressions on her face the girl still looked beautiful, for not even punishment could deny her that. The members observed with interest, the screen now split with a close-up of her face on one side and another of her striped ass.
Ten lashes were expected, enough to leave their bottoms sore and aching for several days but do no real harm. Nobody complained if a weak girl raised the punisher's ire and earned herself a few extra, and many endured fifteen or more. The leather struck Nicole's ass twice more, and at ten the punisher stepped away and replaced the leather strap on a side table.
Nobody was surprised at the quick end. The committee members silently acknowledged that the girl had endured significant distress. Not only the pain of the ice bath, flesh piercing, and final whipping, but also the humiliation of being used as a sex toy. Very few girls endured the shame of sex with the distasteful man, and it took until the very end to break her strong spirit.
Nicole remained hanging for several minutes as the punisher assembled the tools of his trade and returned them to a black leather case. During the respite her crying slowed and finally stopped. The flow of tears dried up, and those that spilled dried on her flushed cheeks. The sharp pain had subsided, but her ass was still stinging from the strap, and would continue to do so for the next few days.
A motor sounded and again the tight chains slowly loosened. Nicole was weak and exhausted and as the chains lowered her legs gave way. She dropped to the floor like a sack of flour.
The punisher approached and unlocked the cuffs, releasing her wrists. A hand grabbed her short, shiny black hair and painfully lifted her up. Nicole struggled to her feet, yelping and wincing as pain continued to be inflicted. She was anxious for it to be over and it very nearly was.
A loud thump sounded as another spotlight turned on, illuminating a closed doorway. The punisher unlocked a deadbolt and reached inside, flipping on a light switch. Nicole was wary of what awaited her, but to her relief it was a bathroom that also contained a large shower stall.
Towels had been laid out, soap and shampoo at the ready, and a change of clothes to replace the ones that had been torn from her body. She looked up at the masked man and gestured her thanks, then crossed the threshold. He closed the door in her wake.
The water felt wonderful as she enjoyed a long, hot shower. Every time the stream struck her sore, stinging ass it created a sharp jolt of pain that made her gasp and jump out of the way. It was difficult to wash and avoid the water from striking her bottom, and several times she repeated the painful process. When finally she was feeling warm, clean and renewed, Nicole stepped from the shower and dried off.
The new clothes that awaited her were identical to the ones she'd arrived in, and were the same sizes. Now she understood why the instructions had been so specific. She continued to be amazed at how detailed and thorough their planning had been for her evening of punishment.
There was no doubt that there were more people involved than a hick sheriff and his henchman sidekick, which indicated a depth of conspiracy that frightened her more than the punisher and his tool bag.
As Nicole showered and dressed the committee members considered how much it was worth to be assigned to the new girl as counselor. Of course they all knew what the monthly visits would consist of. Each of them already had at least one and as many as three different charges they met with already.
It was difficult to know exactly how well the new girl would perform. Some liked the fight in her, but others also sensed danger there as well. Even though she had been broken at the end, there was no guarantee she'd remain so. Most other girls had no fight in them and conformed to the rehabilitation program and its requirements without resistance.
Victor was attracted to the dark-haired beauty. Her physical perfection was undeniable, and he respected the fight in her. But many others were scared off by the spirited girls, afraid of being confronted by the strong-willed type.
Knowing this, Victor doubted few of the others would hold out much interest. They sought cooperative girls, ones that conformed and were easily controlled. It was obvious that this girl defied the norm. He was hoping he could steal her away at a discounted rate.
"I'll take her for half the normal fee," Victor announced to the group. "She is indeed beautiful, but she's trouble. There's a lot of fight in that girl and at some point she'll be defiant during rehabilitation. She'll need to be broken again, and I'll do that myself when it becomes necessary."
"She is spirited, but she was broken in the end the same as all the others, none of which have been a problem since," the chairperson challenged. "Certainly Victor is not the only one who sees the pleasure in her beauty..."
"...and the challenge in controlling it," Victor finished the chairperson's sentence, to his obvious chagrin. "I like a good fight, but I realize most of you want a girl that plays along. I doubt this one will be so willing. But that is for you to decide."
Victor had been a champion debater in college, and sensed he was winning the point. Knowing his fellow committee members and their penchant for enjoying beautiful young girls that they could easily manage, he was able to use her defiance against them. One by one the chairperson looked at and challenged each one for a counter-offer, but after considerable thought one by one the men balked.
When it was over the chairperson was forced to accept Victor's offer, as it was the only one made. He took Victor aside and made it clear how he did not appreciate the way he talked the others out of making a fair offer.
"You and I both know she is worth more than most, and will bring much pleasure over the course of her rehabilitation. You used your words to scare the others from the challenge of working with her, and to your obvious gain. Half the standard fee! No girl has gone for such a pittance!"
"Time will tell if it was a deal or no," Victor countered. "She may be more of a challenge than even I can handle. Or, she may conform in the face of the alternative and become the deal of the century as you imply. We'll not know for some time."
When Nicole was finished she approached the door and twisted the knob. She pushed it open and ventured past the threshold, uncertain what to do next. Fear still coursed through her veins, and the threat of another punishment made her question her every move and thought, searching for any signs of disobedience.
Unsure what was expected she stood in the pool of light by the door and patiently waited for some form of instruction. Although the shower had chased the chill from her body, it quickly returned as she trembled in nervous fear.
The sheriff stepped out of the darkness, startling Nicole by his sudden and unexpected appearance. He grinned at her, and there was evil in his eyes. She silently admitted it may have been only her overactive imagination, but after the events of the evening she would never be the same free-spirited person she had been only hours before.
"I'll need to see you next Saturday, same time and same place as tonight for some...processing. I don't need to remind you to be punctual."
The look of lust in his eyes betrayed the real reason for her required return to the warehouse. The sheriff was due a piece of ass for his part, and she'd deliver or else. The thought disgusted her, but it wasn't anything she hadn't expected.
The sheriff and his hidden partners were running a sadistic version of a prostitution ring, preying upon college co-eds in trouble to pursue their own sick fantasies. Nicole wanted desperately to know how many girls had been subjected to the program, guessing it numbered in the dozens at the very least.
"I'll be here as requested," Nicole responded in a weak, compliant voice.
"Make sure you look real pretty. Now let's meet your counselor."
The sheriff gestured and a well-dressed, slender, middle-aged man appeared out of the darkness. Their eyes met and briefly locked as they gave one another a measured look. Nicole was right; there was a lot of money backing this operation. The pricey suit affirmed her suspicions, and he was only one of a group of partners.
He openly admired her beautiful face, adorable green eyes, short, shiny black hair, and slender body for several moments before extending his hand in a friendly gesture. Nicole was slow to respond, indicating her defiance was still alive and well.
"Victor," he introduced himself.
"Nicole."
"Call this number on the third Thursday of the month and you'll be instructed when and where to report," Victor instructed in a stern tone as he handed her a business card. "You know the seriousness of your situation. Do not lose this. I will not stand for any excuses. Am I clear?"
"Yes," Nicole responded with a nod of her head. "Can I go now?"
There was a flash of white from Victor and a sharp slap. Nicole's head snapped to one side and a surge of sharp pain assaulted and momentarily stunned her. She realized the moment she smarted off to the man that she'd made a dreadful mistake, and immediately paid for it.
The sheriff responded a moment later, sharply striking her ass. Normally it wouldn't have much consequence, but her rounded bottom was already injured and the spank renewed the stinging pain that had just become bearable.
Victor grasped her face and pulled it only inches from his. He started directly into her frightened green eyes, watching as tears welled up and threatened to spill again. Their eyes locked for several moments and Nicole knew that Victor could be a very harsh man if necessary. The harsh look in them scared her mightily.
"This is not over, it's only the beginning," he cautioned in a stern voice. "I can arrange for this night to be repeated if necessary. It all depends on you."
As the sheriff stood by Victor dropped his hands from her face and grasped her large, diamond-studded nipples through the blouse between his thumbs and fore-fingers. He roughly twisted and pulled on the freshly pierced nubs, again creating jolts of stinging pain that Nicole endured once again.
The breath was snatched from her lungs as she gasped and cried aloud. The tears that had threatened to spill did, and again the girl sobbed. Nicole made no effort to stem the flow of tears, sensing that the man preferred to see her that way.
"Her rehabilitation period may need to be extended," Victor said to the sheriff, more to scare her than anything else. "Will you make that necessary, Nicole?"
Victor still had a firm grasp on her nipples and the threat was evident. She looked at him through tear-streaked eyes and shook her head, indicating that such an extension was unnecessary. It also served as a warning to Nicole that such an extension could be imposed if she refused to fully cooperate. Victor's face displayed an evil grin as it became apparent he enjoyed treating her in this manner.
"Call the number on that card the first and third Thursday of each month," Victor announced. "I'm doubling your counseling visits until your attitude changes."
Nicole's heart dropped and her face displayed a mixture of shock and anger. It wasn't what she'd agreed to, and she now realized the people she'd gotten involved with changed the rules on a whim. She shook her head in disagreement as she pointed toward the desk where she'd signed the contract.
"No, once a month for six months, that's the deal," Nicole repeated the sheriff's words stated earlier in the evening. "You can't control my life like this!"
Victor knew that he had no authority to extend her rehabilitation period. That power rested solely with the chairperson, and had never been granted. But he felt justified threatening such an action based on Nicole's rebellious attitude.
None of the girls had reacted in such a manner after punishment. They were scared and crying and incredibly timid. They were told when they could leave and never asked, and were grateful when their release was announced with promises of continued compliance offered.
The sheriff was growing uneasy, for he also knew the conditions and thought it strange for them to be challenged by Victor in such a manner. They had all agreed that to ask more from a girl was inviting danger, for if one ever spoke out and revealed the truth not even a corrupt sheriff's office could keep it quiet. He glanced at Victor and nodded his disagreement.
"Maybe a night in jail might turn her attitude around," the sheriff suggested in an attempt to keep the situation from escalating. "Or if you think she's going to be too much to handle, I can arrest her on the original charge and make sure she doesn't see the light of day for several years."
Nicole couldn't believe what was happening. After all she'd endured she was going to be arrested anyway? "No, please! I'm so sorry, I really want to cooperate, I promise! I'm just sore and tired and I just asked if I could leave, that's all. Please don't take it wrong!"
"You don't ask, you don't offer, you don't talk unless you're asked to, and you do exactly what you're told." Victor spelled it all out for her in exasperation. It was something the other girls inherently understood, so why did Nicole have to be told?
This time Nicole nodded her head affirmatively, afraid that if she said anything it would be turned against her again. Victor was far from convinced that she was as willing and docile as she now acted.
"Call me when we agreed, and I'll assess your attitude again," Victor decided. "If I don't see a drastic change, new conditions may be assessed." He turned to the sheriff and added, "Get her out of my sight and send her home."