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Chloe was shaking and weeping. Her body had a sweaty sheen and her buttocks were bright red, with five dark stripes crisscrossed over them. Her buttocks were ablaze and she had never felt such pain before in her life. Her vagina was also aching badly. It was on fire the whole time, from her own strong movements against the unyielding pole, but also from the minty lubricant that had by now inflamed the entire sensitive insides of her vaginal cavity. She felt her vagina twitching around the still cold metal and it felt very obscene. Now and then there was a clanking sound from the metal pole when she leaned her body slightly forward or backwards. The tremors this caused through the pole could also be felt quite clearly inside her vagina.

“Please, spare me,” she begged the executioner when after ten minutes of respite the supervisor announced they would resume the punishment. “I can’t take anymore, please… stop hitting me.”
“The convict has been warned,” said the supervisor, “One extra stroke will be added to the total amount, as a discretion in accordance with the verdict.”
“You fuckers! Stop this insanity! I’ll kill you bastards!” shouted her father from his cage.
“And you too sir have been warned before, a second additional stroke will be added to the total amount your daughter is about to receive.”
Chloe heard her father getting ready to get into a whole series of profanities and to stop him she screamed at him to shut up. He kept quiet then and the punishment was continued.

“Six,” said the supervisor and the executioner struck the girl’s buttocks as hard as he could. She screamed and danced, making the pole clank repeatedly. Her feet danced and this caused her vagina to go slightly up and down on the pole, even dipping to the 12 cm mark.

“Seven,” sounded the voice over the speakers and then the loud whack as the cane hit her buttocks again. The girl wailed and seemed to drop. Her arms stretched and no longer pulled her upward, while she lifted her feet off the ground, as far as the ankle chains allowed. Her body shook and jerked while she accidentally impaled herself a couple of centimetres deeper onto the pole. She gasped when she felt the pain rising inside her belly as the pole was now pushing into the back of her vagina, stretching her painfully. Despite the pain radiating through her buttocks, she dreaded she might tear inside and with a grunt she tried to lift herself up again while her feet reached down for the floor. Finding the floor, she pushed herself back up until she was on her toes again. While she resumed her position, she was visibly shaking and panting.

“Eight,” sounded the voice. The vicious stroke dug deep into her buttocks, resulting in another cry of despair and again the girl lost her footing, sinking down over the pole, causing a terrible ache in her abdomen. Her body was also jerking in response to the pain, making her vagina move up and down over the pole, moving between the 12 and 15 cm mark.

“It’s not lust, I assure you,” commented the reporter while the camera zoomed in on the girl’s crotch moving up and down the pole. “Though I am sure it raises the lust of quite a few viewers. By the way if you want to comment, you can do so at our twitter channel.”

They waited again until Chloe had regained her balance, but the nineth stroke didn’t go any easier on her and the tenth neither. The girl was in agony and her movements were becoming more desperate. But after the final stroke of this second series, she slumped and wept. Another break was announced and Chloe was hanging by her cuffs, carefully arching forward to avoid taking the pole too deep. Her legs however were trembling really bad and it was clear she would not be able to keep on her toes much longer. The handler approached her with a wet cloth to wipe her face and shoulders. She was shiny wet from sweat and her face was almost as red as her buttocks were. Her crotch area was also red and swollen.
“Go flat on your feet,” he told her. “That way you can balance easier.”
“I can’t,” she grunted, “it’s already aching so bad inside.”
“Well, you are still stretching around the pole, so at some point you’ll feel you can fit in more. Just so you understand.”
“How much…” panted the girl. She was fully on her toes and was scared to hear how much lower she would sink when she was flat on her feet.
“I estimate between 5 and 10 cm lower,” said the handler, causing her to groan. If she now had 10 cm of the pole stuck inside her, that might become a whole lot more. It would cause her vagina to tear, she was certain of it.
“Please, pull me up by the arms,” she begged with a hoarse voice. “let me hang by my arms.”
“I can’t do that,” said the handler. “You won’t be able to regulate your own movements without foot control. But don’t worry. Your vagina is strong enough to carry some of your weight if you decide to sit on the pole.”

(to be continued)
 
The third series of punishing strokes was about to commence and Chloe didn’t have time anymore to worry about her vaginal capacity. She now worried how much more her buttocks could take. After ten strokes her behind was on fire. She couldn’t see for herself how red her buttocks were and how angry the lines looked that crisscrossed her soft flesh. But to her it felt like she was a raw bleeding mess.

“Eleven,” was the count heard over the speakers and in defence Chloe pushed her hips forward, causing the pole to make its distinct clanking sound. It was immediately followed by a loud slapping sound as the cane hit her buttocks with full force. With a scream she felt the blast of pain radiating through her butt but then also a sharp ache flashing inside her pussy. And she realized she had made a mistake by pushing herself forward, because the blow against her buttock had caused the back side of her vagina to impact much harder with the metal pole.

“Twelve,” it sounded and this time she tried to do the opposite and push her butt backwards. This did help in cushioning the blow inside her vagina, but her ass cheeks got hit even harder by the cane it seemed and it made her head spin how much pain she was feeling down there. She wept and shook all over while she gave up on strategies and just braced herself for the next blow.

“Thirteen,” said the supervisor and this time the stroke on the girl’s buttocks actually drew blood. Chloe screamed and wept and had resumed the dance with her feet in order to cope with the pain, even when this meant she was once again jerking her vagina up and down over the large pole.

On the fourteenth stroke this happened even stronger than before and the wailing girl was pumping her body up and down on the pole with much greater movements. Her body was spasming with pain and she was panting and crying so hard, it took several minutes before the final stroke of this series could be delivered. And this time she lost consciousness, slumping down and hanging from her wrists, her vagina sliding down several centimetres over the pole before the handler could jump in to hold her up. By holding her up, he prevented all her weight coming down on the pole inside her vagina, but as he moved her up and down a little bit, he noticed how her vagina by now could take in considerably more of the pole. She had been stretching quite a bit.

The physician entered the stage, the same who had given the girl a check-up in prison, and she quickly checked on the girl’s vital signs. She then also checked on the girl’s capability concerning the pole and together with the handler she concluded that it was alright to let the girl down a bit more, until she came to hang by her outstretched arms. Her legs were now also stretched out, feet almost placed flat onto the floor, though limp as she was unconscious.

“That will hurt a lot when she wakes up,” commented the reporter, who registered a penetration of 18 cm now.

The doctor instructed the handler to pull the girl up by the chains, after releasing her ankle chains, pulling the girl completely free from the large metal pole. She was content to see no blood on the pole and decided to renew the amount of lubricant. Not the same stuff though, this was a different kind. Still smelling strongly like mint, even stronger than before, but there was also something else added to it, a strong muscle relaxant, which was sometimes also used with women while giving birth. In a way this would help the poor girl with her experience, but over time it might as well give her an even more painful experience. Depending on how long this was going to take, the muscle relaxant might cause Chloe’s cervix to dilate. And maybe the pole might be able to breach that inner seal and penetrate her womb. It was not something the doctor would recommend anybody to try and when this was suggested to her by the judge, she strongly advised against it. It might well destroy the girl’s capability of ever becoming pregnant in her life. But the judge had been adamant about making this as much hell as possible for the girl.

(to be continued)
 
Chloe woke up while she was lowered onto the pole again. She felt fingers spreading her pussy lips wide open and a thumb rubbing lubricant into her slit. It was the rising burning sensation on her clit that woke her up and she whimpered in dread when she felt herself lowering towards the pole. The girl cried out when the object penetrated her again and quickly travelled upward inside her swollen vagina. She felt her insides aching really bad and tried in vain to pull herself up, but her arms were too sore. So instead she searched for the ground under her, while she sank down over the cold slippery pole, which dug deeper and deeper into her tight vagina. With a grunt her toes reached the floor again and she steadied herself, the pole reaching 12 cm inside her this time. She raised herself up a little more, bringing it back to 10 cm, which didn’t hurt as much. Then she felt how her ankles were also chained to the base of the pole, while her arms were lowered just a little. This was worrying, though she didn’t quite understand why.

In the meantime the doctor was rubbing her buttocks with disinfectant, which made her skin burn quite a bit and made her weep again. Her ass looked purple by now, riddles with red lines and several bloody patches. Chloe could not see this, but the pain she felt told her enough.
“Well, that almost went bad,” said the doctor, “Let’s do something to prevent you from fainting a second time. We don’t want you to skewer yourself on the stake, now do we?”
Chloe understood the explanation and shared that fear, which made her thank the doctor when she gave her an injection. However, this didn’t just make her less likely to faint, it also heightened her senses considerably and soon she felt in much more detail where the prickling wounds on her buttocks were, as well as every tiny movement of her swollen and burning vagina around the big metal pole. She groaned as this would make things even harder.
Chloe waited for her ordeal to continue while she noticed a much stronger burning sensation rising inside her pussy. She realized they must have given the pole a new coating of lubricant, making it easier for her tight cavity to move over and around the big metal pole. They wanted to see her move, she realized, almost like she was fucking the thing. Something for the viewers at home no doubt. She blushed as she had almost forgotten about that.

The final series of five strokes on her buttocks was about to begin, while the doctor was being interviewed at the side of the stage.
“Doctor, can you please explain to the viewers about the condition of miss Waterhouse?”
“She’s young and strong and will survive. Though it’s good that this is the last series of strokes to her buttocks, because her skin is starting to break in more places.”
At that moment the sixteenth stroke was delivered, causing Chloe to howl and perform the most furious dance so far.
“This dancing we are witnessing, why is she doing that?” asked the reporter.
“It’s a reflex,” explained the doctor, “like when you hit your thumb with a hammer and dance on the spot.”
“It makes it appear as if she is also fucking herself on the pole, doesn’t it?”
“In a way she is, because her movements cause her body to move up and down, pressing her vagina even deeper over the pole at some moments.”
“But we witnessed just now, while she was passed out, that she already can take in a lot more. Is that on purpose?”
“Yes, the pole is a big part of this punishment. It’s not just there to keep her upright. The longer the caning will take, the deeper she will take the stake. That’s also why I added a stronger lubricant to the pole, to help her inner muscles relax and stretch further.”

Chloe screamed again as she was struck a seventeenth time, causing her buttocks to bleed even more. The girl now had a hard time standing up and in a reflex she bent her knees, driving the end of her vagina hard around the top of the pole. Then she began to jerk and spasm, while grunting uncontrollably. Saliva dripped from her open mouth, mixing with the tears and sweat. And suddenly she also lost control of her bladder and started to urinate. Apparently this was a red line the producer of the tv-show didn’t want to cross, because the camera’s panned away and filmed the crowd instead, who had a whole series of reactions to what was happening. Some women were clearly shocked, others watched in disbelief. Some men were clearly fascinated, excited even, while there were also those who felt the whole thing was tasteless.
When Chloe had stopped urinating and tried to work herself back up the pole again, the camera’s turned back on her. It was noticed she wasn’t as high up on her toes anymore and her arms were a little bit more stretched. A quick camera zoom on the pole between her legs, made it clear she was now almost constantly at a penetration depth of 14 cm, sometimes dipping to 16.

“Eighteen,” announced the supervisor and the executioner hit the girl so hard, several people in the audience clearly winced. Chloe screamed her heart out and again lost her footing. She also jerked violently with her hips, causing her vagina to move up and down the pole with strong motions. She wailed as this also hurt so bad, she felt like her who bottom was on fire. Her ass hurt the most of course, but her pussy was also ablaze, a stronger and more fierce ache rising in the depth of her vagina, where the pole was viciously stretching her insides. And as her movements slowly became weaker and she regained some of her control over her muscles, she realized she was almost with her feet flat on the stage. And her legs missed the strength to go back up on her toes. With a sigh she lowered herself a little bit further, crying in pain as the pole drove in even deeper into the end of her vagina. A new pain arose, almost like she was having several periods at the same time and she could feel her womb trembling inside her abdomen while it got pushed up inside her body. Then she straightened her legs and panted in despair while standing on flat feet.

“Wow,” said the reporter, while the camera once more zooming in between the legs of the girl. “We can clearly see she has now taken 18 cm of the pole inside her vagina. That must hurt quite a bit. But according to the doctor she can take it, so let’s see how she handles it from here on.”

“Nineteen,” was announced and the blow was equally vicious as the previous one. This time Chloe was not sinking lower, but she bucked from front to back, causing the pole to make repeated clanking noises. Chloe gasped as she felt a terrible cramp inside her abdomen each time she shifted from front to back, as if the top of the pole was rubbing a very painful spot inside her body. But the pain in her buttocks made her continue the hip dance, until finally it came down to levels she could handle again. With great difficulty she tried to raise herself a little higher again, but her legs and arms lacked in strength. And as she tried to tilt her pelvis a little, she could clearly sense the painful spot sliding against the top of the pole and suddenly she realized it must be her cervix. She was almost sitting on the pole with the entrance to her womb pressed against it and no matter how she shifted her weight, she could not get it anywhere else.

The final stroke to her buttocks was the most painful yet as the executioner put his whole strength into it. Chloe once again screamed and grunted, and was then reduced to a babbling and drooling girl, her body shaking uncontrollably, knees bending, pressing down hard on top of the pole, arms almost outstretched. The 20 cm mark had been reached at this point and this was undoubtedly the maximum depth her vagina could stretch. The pain inside her abdomen was now so immense, she could no longer think straight or control much of her body. The handler had to help her keep upright at this point. And when she had finally calmed a bit, they released her ankle cuffs and lifted her off the pole.

(to be continued)
 
Doragon said:
The handler had to help her keep upright at this point. And when she had finally calmed a bit, they released her ankle cuffs and lifted her off the pole.

(to be continued)
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Quick and severe punishment although Chloe might not entirely agree. One can easily imagine the pain she felt and the degrading experience of this happening before an audience and it being televised...
 
Doragon said:
Chloe woke up while she was lowered onto the pole again. She felt fingers spreading her pussy lips wide open and a thumb rubbing lubricant into her slit. It was the rising burning sensation on her clit that woke her up and she whimpered in dread when she felt herself lowering towards the pole. The girl cried out when the object penetrated her again and quickly travelled upward inside her swollen vagina. She felt her insides aching really bad and tried in vain to pull herself up, but her arms were too sore. So instead she searched for the ground under her, while she sank down over the cold slippery pole, which dug deeper and deeper into her tight vagina. With a grunt her toes reached the floor again and she steadied herself, the pole reaching 12 cm inside her this time. She raised herself up a little more, bringing it back to 10 cm, which didn’t hurt as much. Then she felt how her ankles were also chained to the base of the pole, while her arms were lowered just a little. This was worrying, though she didn’t quite understand why.

In the meantime the doctor was rubbing her buttocks with disinfectant, which made her skin burn quite a bit and made her weep again. Her ass looked purple by now, riddles with red lines and several bloody patches. Chloe could not see this, but the pain she felt told her enough.
“Well, that almost went bad,” said the doctor, “Let’s do something to prevent you from fainting a second time. We don’t want you to skewer yourself on the stake, now do we?”
Chloe understood the explanation and shared that fear, which made her thank the doctor when she gave her an injection. However, this didn’t just make her less likely to faint, it also heightened her senses considerably and soon she felt in much more detail where the prickling wounds on her buttocks were, as well as every tiny movement of her swollen and burning vagina around the big metal pole. She groaned as this would make things even harder.
Chloe waited for her ordeal to continue while she noticed a much stronger burning sensation rising inside her pussy. She realized they must have given the pole a new coating of lubricant, making it easier for her tight cavity to move over and around the big metal pole. They wanted to see her move, she realized, almost like she was fucking the thing. Something for the viewers at home no doubt. She blushed as she had almost forgotten about that.

The final series of five strokes on her buttocks was about to begin, while the doctor was being interviewed at the side of the stage.
“Doctor, can you please explain to the viewers about the condition of miss Waterhouse?”
“She’s young and strong and will survive. Though it’s good that this is the last series of strokes to her buttocks, because her skin is starting to break in more places.”
At that moment the sixteenth stroke was delivered, causing Chloe to howl and perform the most furious dance so far.
“This dancing we are witnessing, why is she doing that?” asked the reporter.
“It’s a reflex,” explained the doctor, “like when you hit your thumb with a hammer and dance on the spot.”
“It makes it appear as if she is also fucking herself on the pole, doesn’t it?”
“In a way she is, because her movements cause her body to move up and down, pressing her vagina even deeper over the pole at some moments.”
“But we witnessed just now, while she was passed out, that she already can take in a lot more. Is that on purpose?”
“Yes, the pole is a big part of this punishment. It’s not just there to keep her upright. The longer the caning will take, the deeper she will take the stake. That’s also why I added a stronger lubricant to the pole, to help her inner muscles relax and stretch further.”

Chloe screamed again as she was struck a seventeenth time, causing her buttocks to bleed even more. The girl now had a hard time standing up and in a reflex she bent her knees, driving the end of her vagina hard around the top of the pole. Then she began to jerk and spasm, while grunting uncontrollably. Saliva dripped from her open mouth, mixing with the tears and sweat. And suddenly she also lost control of her bladder and started to urinate. Apparently this was a red line the producer of the tv-show didn’t want to cross, because the camera’s panned away and filmed the crowd instead, who had a whole series of reactions to what was happening. Some women were clearly shocked, others watched in disbelief. Some men were clearly fascinated, excited even, while there were also those who felt the whole thing was tasteless.
When Chloe had stopped urinating and tried to work herself back up the pole again, the camera’s turned back on her. It was noticed she wasn’t as high up on her toes anymore and her arms were a little bit more stretched. A quick camera zoom on the pole between her legs, made it clear she was now almost constantly at a penetration depth of 14 cm, sometimes dipping to 16.

“Eighteen,” announced the supervisor and the executioner hit the girl so hard, several people in the audience clearly winced. Chloe screamed her heart out and again lost her footing. She also jerked violently with her hips, causing her vagina to move up and down the pole with strong motions. She wailed as this also hurt so bad, she felt like her who bottom was on fire. Her ass hurt the most of course, but her pussy was also ablaze, a stronger and more fierce ache rising in the depth of her vagina, where the pole was viciously stretching her insides. And as her movements slowly became weaker and she regained some of her control over her muscles, she realized she was almost with her feet flat on the stage. And her legs missed the strength to go back up on her toes. With a sigh she lowered herself a little bit further, crying in pain as the pole drove in even deeper into the end of her vagina. A new pain arose, almost like she was having several periods at the same time and she could feel her womb trembling inside her abdomen while it got pushed up inside her body. Then she straightened her legs and panted in despair while standing on flat feet.

“Wow,” said the reporter, while the camera once more zooming in between the legs of the girl. “We can clearly see she has now taken 18 cm of the pole inside her vagina. That must hurt quite a bit. But according to the doctor she can take it, so let’s see how she handles it from here on.”

“Nineteen,” was announced and the blow was equally vicious as the previous one. This time Chloe was not sinking lower, but she bucked from front to back, causing the pole to make repeated clanking noises. Chloe gasped as she felt a terrible cramp inside her abdomen each time she shifted from front to back, as if the top of the pole was rubbing a very painful spot inside her body. But the pain in her buttocks made her continue the hip dance, until finally it came down to levels she could handle again. With great difficulty she tried to raise herself a little higher again, but her legs and arms lacked in strength. And as she tried to tilt her pelvis a little, she could clearly sense the painful spot sliding against the top of the pole and suddenly she realized it must be her cervix. She was almost sitting on the pole with the entrance to her womb pressed against it and no matter how she shifted her weight, she could not get it anywhere else.

The final stroke to her buttocks was the most painful yet as the executioner put his whole strength into it. Chloe once again screamed and grunted, and was then reduced to a babbling and drooling girl, her body shaking uncontrollably, knees bending, pressing down hard on top of the pole, arms almost outstretched. The 20 cm mark had been reached at this point and this was undoubtedly the maximum depth her vagina could stretch. The pain inside her abdomen was now so immense, she could no longer think straight or control much of her body. The handler had to help her keep upright at this point. And when she had finally calmed a bit, they released her ankle cuffs and lifted her off the pole.

(to be continued)
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Very enjoyable tale (for me.. not so much for the heroine;) ) perhaps this should be the statutory punishment for a female convicted of crashing the site…
 
Chloe was lying on her stomach on the stage, while the doctor was caring for her clearly injured buttocks with biting disinfectant. The soft hills of her buttocks had been turned into angry red and bruised bums, riddled with swollen stripes where the cane had hit her. Several places where her skin had broken, were bleeding and the disinfectant made those areas burn. Chloe was also aching bad inside her vagina and her arms and legs were all constantly shaking from the severity of the ordeal so far. Her calves cramped and the doctor carefully helped her relax her sore muscles by bending her feet and toes.
The girl wept and shook all over while she underwent this procedure. She didn’t understand how all this could be happening to her. What did she ever do wrong? And why were they so unimaginably cruel to her? She couldn’t wrap her head around any of this.

They gave her something to drink, which she gulped up, despite that it was clearly not just water. The doctor was administering drugs to her, without explaining what or why. Chloe wanted to ask, but she already got pulled back on her feet and the handler began to rub her entire front with oil, which would help to prevent her skin from breaking too soon, especially where the skin was very thin, like on her breasts. It was embarrassing to be touched and oiled up like that while she was filmed by the tv camera’s and the audience in the theatre watching her closely, but Chloe was kind of stunned at this point and protested very little. Only when she heard a clanking sound and saw them adjusting the cylinder in a higher position around its base, did she gasp and try to pull away. With dread she watched them lubricating up the metal pole again and she realized her ordeal was going to continue, possibly even getting worse.
“No, no, no,” she whimpered, trying to retreat when the handler began to bring her back towards the post. “I don’t want to,” she whimpered, “I can’t take anymore.”
“You have to,” explained the handler, “Only half your sentence is done.”
“No, not this… it hurts so much already!” She began to resist and then her father started shouting from his cage, throwing obscenities to all those present, but especially the people on stage.
“Leave my daughter alone, you fucking bastards,” he shouted. And he didn’t seem to calm down. Guards then rushed to the cage and the man was submitted, bound and gagged to witness the rest of the event without being able to protest any longer. They also announced that Chloe would receive two extra strokes as punishment for these outbursts. The girl was threatened with more additional strokes if she didn’t comply with the rest of the procedure. So with hanging head and trembling legs, she let them bring her back to the pole and cuff her hands.

The girl got pulled up into the air, this time facing the crowd. Many enjoyed seeing the slim and beautiful body of the girl outstretched like that and even lifted up into the air. Her full breasts jiggled and bounced with every movements she made. Once she was high enough, they grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs wide, giving everyone a great view of her private parts. Chloe whimpered in shame and trembled in fear. Then they lowered her, until her slit touched the top of the slippery pole. Chloe whimpered when she felt fingers spreading her lips wide open and the pole was pressed between. A thumb rubbed over her clitoris and the lubricant they used immediately caused her sensitive area to radiate with heat. It was the kind of heat caused by a liniment that was intended for sore muscles – something to avoid coming in touch with sensitive areas. No wonder the girl cried and whimpered, especially as she felt herself lowering further, unable to counter any of that. The massive object penetrate her again, this time with much more ease, and as she got lowered further, the unyielding metal pole slipped deeper into her vagina. Immediately she felt the heat spreading inside her sensitive vagina, hurting her beyond belief. And soon the pole reached so deep, it began to hurt in depth as well. The girl pulled herself up using her arms, panicking and crying. But this didn’t help, as they lowered her still further. She begged them to stop and tried to pull her legs free, but they held her tight and spread wide open, while they lowered her further still, until she felt her cervix pressing down on top of the pole. She screamed and told them it was too deep, but still they lowered her further, until her vagina got stretched to the maximum and the pole reached 20 cm inside her. Only then did they allow her to lower her legs and straighten them next to the pole. She cried out in despair when she felt how her toes could only just reach the floor. The pole was really taller than before and it reached higher inside her while she balanced on her toes. The cruelty was mindboggling.

Once she was standing, they cuffed her ankles and chained them to the bottom of the pole, with a few cm to spare. They raised her arms again and as she once more tried to lift herself up, she noticed immediately how little they gave her. She was no longer able to take much of the pressure inside her off the pole and was almost constantly pushing down on it with her cervix. She wept and begged them to take her off the pole, which of course was not going to happen any time soon. And in response to the burning sensation of the lubricant, her pussy began to twitch, obscenely milking the massive pole. Now and then her hips jerked, adding to the torture. To the amazed audience it looked like she was almost riding herself on the enormous metal pole.

For another fifteen minutes they let her stand there, while the camera’s filmed her movements. The reporter tried to interview her.
“Chloe, how are you feeling,” asked the reporter to a clearly fatigued, sweaty and tearstained girl.
“Fuck off,” panted Chloe, while she was struggling to cope with the intense burning sensation inside her vagina. The reporter was ignoring the curse and continued.
“We can see clearly that you are taking the pole so much deeper now. Do you realize you are almost constantly at a penetration level of 20 cm? Your pussy is stretched out in all directions now, isn’t it?”
Chloe glared at the woman and shook her head. What was there to say? Why were these people not helping her? Why were they all so cruel?
“Some of the viewers are wondering if you are secretly excited by all this. Seeing you jerk your hips and movements, they wonder if you had an orgasm yet.”
Chloe gasped and cursed again.
“No need for shame, Chloe,” smiled the reporter, “it’s alright to feel excited by this. It’s bigger than any cock I’ve ever seen. You can tell me, it will be our little secret.”
“Fucking morons,” gasped Chloe, “I am suffering here. Nothing about this is pleasurable.”
“Mind your language,” said the supervisor as he approached. “That’s another extra stroke for you, young lady.”
“Gaaahhhh!” screamed Chloe in utter frustration. But she kept quiet then and didn’t even answer any more questions from the reporter.

(to be continued)
 
“Fifth series of strokes,” announced the supervisor moments later and everybody returned to their seats. “This time we are working on her front, which is also why she is facing you now. The first series of five are going to be delivered to her thighs. So we can expect some dancing again.”

“One,” said the manager, while the executioner had taken his place to her left. Chloe whimpered as she could now much clearer see what the man was doing. She noticed how he held the cane tightly in his fist as he drew his arm back. And then swiftly delivered a blow over both her thighs, just above the knees. She screamed in pain and shook dramatically, causing the pole to clank several times. Then another scream as her knees buckled and she crashed down with almost her full weight on top of the pole. A terrible pain cleaved through her abdomen, making her scramble to regain her footing. She feared she might have torn inside and pleaded for mercy again. Only to receive none.

“Two,” said the supervisor unmoved by her ordeal.
“AAAAAARGGGH,” screamed the girl when she was hit across her thighs a second time, equally making her collapse and press downward on the massive metal pole. Again there was a terrible flaring pain inside her abdomen, that turned into a constant dull ache when she straightened herself again. She could feel her womb spasming, quivering, aching really bad.

“Please,” she wept, looking around, trying to distinguish the doctor. But her tears made it hard to see. “It hurts so much,” she wailed.
The supervisor looked at the judge, who sat in the front row.
“Continue,” said the judge, who was monitoring the execution of his verdict, “it is supposed to hurt.” There was absolutely no clemency or pity for the girl here. Though on Twitter there were now more and more voices pleading for her safety.

At ‘three’ the painful stroke to her thighs once more made her collapse and this time she didn’t scream, but grunted and seemed out of focus. She drooled and her body quivered all over. Her stomach was spasming, and with most of her weight pressing down on the pole, there was clearly a most terrible pain going through her body. Somebody in the crowd called out to help her and the doctor was sent on stage. Chloe was lifted up by her arms and the pole was slightly retracted from her vagina. The doctor didn’t see any blood and when Chloe regained enough of her consciousness, they let her down again to continue.
“Please,” whimpered Chloe with tears in her eyes, “Please doctor, it hurts so much. I am tearing inside.”
“You’re not tearing,” replied the doctor, “you are dilating. It is like giving birth in reverse.”
“What?” panted the girl with renewed panic. “How is that possible?”
“There’s some strong medication mixed in the lubricant,” explained the doctor, “which causes your cervix to dilate. Soon you will also experience contractions. Until you are dilated enough to take the pole even deeper.”
“Noooo, wait, stop, you can’t do this to me!” panted the girl in now clear panic. But as the doctor stepped away, the fourth stroke was announced and laid across the poor girl’s quivering thighs. Again the girl collapsed, pressing down hard on top of the pole, and now she felt her womb cramping fiercely, almost as if she was having contractions. She had never had any of those of course, but she imagined this might be how such a thing feels. She screamed and shouted, cursed and clambered back on her feet, sensing how the contractions kept going. Only when she was punished with the prospect of two more additional strokes, did she stop cursing and tried to refrain herself from misbehaviour. But she was now truly scared out of her wits. At the fifth stroke on her thighs she did everything she could to remain standing upright, despite the pain in her legs, and this time she prevented herself from pushing down on the pole.

(to be continued)
 
Again there was a short break, Chloe had a little time to catch her breath. The doctor once more came up to her and gave her something to drink. Sensing this was once again not plain water, Chloe refused and asked what it was.
“More medication to induce labour,” said the doctor dryly. “I advise you to drink it because it will help you get through this without any real damage.” Chloe wept but agreed to drink the bitter potion, realizing they would stop at nothing to make this as terrible for her as they could. The doctor then went to the supervisor and instructed him to make the break last longer, so the medication had more time to actually work before the punishment was over. The man shrugged and announced a break of another half hour.

From outside the building, sirens could be heard. Some people in the audience got a little nervous, but most of them ignored the sounds. There was a lot of talk though and the glances thrown at the struggling girl, were changing in expression.

By the time the second frontal series was announced, Chloe experienced stronger contractions from her womb and they also followed each other faster. She hardly noticed when they were getting ready to resume the caning. Only when the cane struck her across her pubic area, did she notice they had resumed. The pain of the blow made her lose her balance another time, and now she clearly felt how the pole was driven against the contractions of her womb, probably enforcing further dilation of her cervix. Shaking all over she straightened herself again, only to receive a second blow over her lower abdomen. Again she fell, but this time she pulled herself up with her arms, shaking badly because she ultimately lacked in strength more and more. Legs clenching against the slippery pole, she gasped and panted in utter agony.
The third stroke hurt bad, but she could remain standing. Then the fourth stroke hit her and it once more made her collide with her cervix on top of the pole, causing terrible cramps and a series of very strong contractions. The fifth blow didn’t even register with her, so much pain was she enduring inside her abdomen.

During the next break they were going to change her setup a little bit. Two more chains were lowered from the ceiling, with broad leather straps attached to them. After releasing her ankle cuffs, they raised her by the arms a little bit and when her feet were coming off the floor, two strong men lifted her legs and spread them wide open. The leather straps were then fitted around her thighs, just above the knees, and when the chains were pulled diagonally upward, her legs were lifted up and pulled sideways at the same time. Chloe was shaking all over, covered in sweat and she was groaning in agony while enduring many more contractions inside her womb. She closed her eyes in utter shame while she was put into an obscenely spread open position. She was hanging by her arms, which were straight up, with her legs spread as wide as possible. Her thighs were horizontal with knees bend. Her crotch was now in plain sight for everyone, with the large metal pole visibly penetrating her between obscenely spread pussy lips. Then they lowered her, causing her pussy to fold and stretch further around the large pole, until it was once more pushing against her cervix at a depth of 20 cm. They watched how she struggled with that, trying to lift herself up by arms and legs, but hardly having the strength left to accomplish that. And all this time her womb kept having these series of contractions, making her abdomen tense up and quivering visibly. The contractions were now strong enough to cause her cervix to rhythmically push against the round top of the pole, slowly but surely dilating further. People watched in amazement how her body made small jerking movements on top of the pole, continually massaging her inner sanctum against the unyielding metal tube.

The third series of frontal strokes were going to be delivered to her breasts, an announcement that made Chloe weep. Many in the audience winced, though some looked eagerly at the struggling girl with her quivering large breasts. Chloe braced herself and watched through her tears how the executioner brought the cane over to her breasts. Her breasts were full and round, something she was proud of. They were also tender and sensitive. The executioner began to tap lightly against her soft and sensitive orbs, a sensation that drove her crazy. But the audience and viewers at home loved watching her flesh quiver and tremble under the light tapping of the cane. Then he suddenly drew back and gave a hard stroke across both breasts. The flesh of her tits was compacted under and around the cane and then swung obscenely, dancing up and down at her chest. Chloe screamed hoarsely and her body jerked violently, rattling the chains and causing the pole to make a whole series of clanking sounds.
“That’s it,” said the executioner softly. He had not spoken so far, but watching her dangle and jerk, he clearly wanted to let her know what he was going to make her do. “Fuck that pole,” he added, while he resumed tapping her breasts lightly with the cane. “I am going to make you bounce on it.”

Chloe gave a soundless cry of utter despair and looked around her, seeking some form of help, any form of help really. But there was none and the second stroke on her breasts did indeed make her jerk up and down on top of the pole, driving her cervix with force against the unyielding smooth metal with several stabs and bounces. All the while her breasts also bounced and while they were colouring red, with now two large red stripes over them, her nipples turned hard and became clear visible knobs.

Lots of sirens and shouting could be heard from outside the building, but the procedure continued as if nothing happened. Though the reporter and camera crew were noticed to be in contact with their producer, as if discussing on how to proceed. In the end the camera kept rolling like nothing was happening, though a lot more shots were taken of the faces of the nervous audience.

The executioner resumed tapping on her breasts and this time he kept doing that for quite a while. Until Chloe couldn’t take it anymore and she screamed at him to strike her already. He did so, but with even two blows this time, delivered in quick sequence. One stroke at the top of her breasts, the second very hard at the bottom. Her screams were terrible. Her breasts bounced obscenely. While her whole body was convulsing and dancing on the top of the pole. Then suddenly she tensed up all over and her eyes stared at the ceiling, while her abdomen rippled with convulsions.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” said the executioner sadistically. “is it going into your cervix now? Let’s give it some more practice, shall we?”
He reached for her breasts with his free hand and pinched both nipples in turn, making them stand out more. The girl gasped and whimpered, her legs and arms trembling in a feeble attempt to lift herself up. Then he retreated his hand and aimed the cane carefully. He hit her breasts with an extra hard blow, right across the nipples, making her bounce and jerk most violently. Chloe felt her head spinning as the incredible pain cleaving through her breasts was actually no match for the pain she was enduring inside her abdomen. The tip of the pole was pushing in and out of her tight cervical passage, while at the same time her womb was contracting and pushing her cervix downward against the harsh pole. The dilation of that tight passage was greatly sped up by the combined punching and convulsing, and though the pain was beyond imagination, Chloe still didn’t lose consciousness. The medication she had received saw to that.
The audience watched in amazement how the naked girl was balancing on top of the pole, her body covered in a sweaty sheen. Her skin had several red areas. Where she had been caned, on her thighs, belly and breasts, the skin was deep red, with even blue marks where she was bruised. Her face was red as well, blushing all the way down to her chest. But her lower abdomen was also red, going into a dark red around her widely spread pussy. The pole that was visibly burrowed between her obscenely spread lips, was shiny with juices from her abused vagina, mixed with the thick layer of gel that coated everything. It was obvious the girl was in absolute agony and torment.

(to be continued)
 
Migoz2 said:
From a technical point of view, this is very well-paced - the rhythms of Chloe's punishment have been very nicely done, and now the building excitement of the external sirens is adding a nice tension to the story. This is good story-telling, quite apart from the bdsm content.
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Thanks, I'm glad to see it's coming across like I intended. :)
 
The supervisor noticed how the judge gestured at him to proceed. There was no break this time as they wanted to force a breakthrough. So he announced an immediate second series of strokes on the girl’s already bright red and somewhat swollen breasts. Chloe was given no breather and each time her bouncing diminished, she received another terrible blow across her soft and sensitive breasts, renewing her convulsions and bouncing on top of the pole.
“Aaagh, pl… please…. Gah, you’re… killing me!” she whimpered in despair. But the executioner tapped his cane on her breasts, ignoring how much she gasped and cried out. For the poor girl the pain kept growing beyond imagination as she felt her breasts aching so bad, as if they were on fire. Even tapping with the cane now hurt like she was stung with needles.
At the same time the terrible contractions and the bouncing on the pole, kept driving the terrible metal object again and again into the still dilating cervical passage. It was going in easier at some point, though not less painful. And no matter how hard she tried, she could not keep herself still. The contractions caused her vagina to clench and unclench as well, adding a sickening sensation to her already aching abdomen.
Time and again her breasts got hit hard, flattened against her chest by the terrifying cane. Until the fourth series was also finished and she had received the full twenty strokes to her front. The sentence had been carried out, except for the additional seven strokes she would receive as a measure of transgressions by her father and herself during these proceedings.

The doctor approached and after smearing some disinfectant cream on her aching breasts, she examined the girl’s quivering belly and the depth of the metal tube, which resulted in the conclusion that the pole was not only constantly pressing against her cervix, but actually going in and out. In fact, because of the contractions of her womb, the girl’s cervix was moving up and down around the tip of the pole, a clearly terrible and painful sensation. The girl’s womb was trying to expel the object and achieving the opposite.
For the doctor it was time to call it quits, but the judge gestured at her to proceed, declaring it was time for the final phase of the operation. And though the poor girl screamed her lungs out, the handler still lowered the chains to her wrists, lowering her body as well and making her press down even harder on top of the metal pole. Her legs were not lowered, so she ended up with her knees even higher and her legs even more obscenely spread open.
Chloe froze when she felt her cervix being forced open around the immense pole and then painfully slipping around it like a very tight ring. She felt the terrible cramps of her womb which was pushing down with the contractions, as if trying to get rid of the invading object, but actually pushing itself further down over the large pole. Soon the shaft had been driven so deep into the girl’s tight cervical passage, that it peeked through into her womb. The camera aimed at the pole at this point and noticed a penetration depth of 24 cm.

The extra series of strokes were going to be aimed at her inner thighs, which were in this position easily accessible. This would cause her leg muscles to spasm greatly, resulting in a jerking motion upward before crashing down hard on the pole again. In other words, they were going to make her bounce on the pole with very strong motions.

“The audience will now witness the additional punishment of Chloe Waterhouse,” said the supervisor, “which will consist of seven strokes to her inner thighs.” Some people in the audience applauded but by now there were also some men and women who were leaving the theatre, unable to witness this any further. There were a lot of noises heard from outside, much louder than before, where a gathering of people were calling for the release of Chloe. The supervisor looked at the judge, who gestured to continue. The riot police would take care of the demonstration outside.

“One,” said the supervisor when the executioner was ready and already aiming his blow. The cane struck the girl on her left thigh, which caused her to cry out and also made her leg jerk violently, but also caused her body to swivel a little bit. This caused her vagina to rotate around the pole, diminishing any friction, at the same moment as she bounced up and down. The girl desperately tried to stop her moving body, suffering greatly from the pain radiating through her abdomen while the pole went in and out of her tight cervix. But before she could stop her jerking movements, the second stroke hit her on her other thigh, making her movements even more dramatic. She was now at the same time swivelling from left to right, while also bouncing up and down, driving the pole 6 cm in and out of her cervix.

“FUCK!” she screamed, “Stop!!! Oh Gods… you fucking bastards…”
The third stroke hit her left thigh again, making her scream even louder and her body was bouncing even stronger.
“One more additional stroke to be added because of bad language,” said the supervisor after he noticed how the judge was holding up a finger. People began to wonder how the girl was going to survive this and it was getting harder to watch her ordeal.

“Sir, you have to stop this,” someone called out to the judge from the audience. But the judge didn’t respond and the proceedings continued.

The fourth stroke caused the girl to grunt and spasm, her body shaking with heavy convulsions, while her jerking motions drove her fiercely up and down the metal shaft.
“Oh, you motherfuckers…” she panted, while her fists clenched and her toes were curling from the pain. The whole room was dancing in front of her eyes and the pain radiating though her abdomen was like the fires from hell were inside her. Another extra stroke was rewarded for her outcry, but Chloe hardly registered that.

The fifth stroke on her thighs was delivered extra hard, making sure she was bouncing to the maximum capability of her body. The camera registered in close up how the shaft of the metal pole was sliding in and out of her vagina at varying depths between 20 and 28 centimetres.

From the back of the room, the cage was being rattled by the frustrated father, who gave muffled cries in anger and frustration. Watching his daughter being tortured like that was impossible to endure. And yet he could not close his eyes to the naked figure hanging in the air and balancing on that massive pole. Her trembling legs, her heaving chest, rippling stomach and quivering breasts… It was obscene, revolting and heart breaking. And to have an erection while watching this, made it even worse…

(to be continued)
 
Then something happened. The commotion outside grew so out of hand, the police entered and advised everyone to leave the theatre by the back exit. People quickly stood up, while loud discussions erupted all around the room. The tv crew followed those that left the room, while interviewing them. The crowd piled at the exit, but was quickly ushered out of the room. In the meantime the doctor went over to Chloe, to examine her while also trying to calm her down.
The girl hardly responded to the attention as she was in her own world filled with pain. Everything seemed like a blur to her at this point and she only whimpered softly, while her body was trembling all over.

“We aren’t done yet,” said the judge when the supervisor and the executioner were getting ready to raise the girl up and release her from her predicament. The judge also told the two female guards to get out of the room and lock the door. The judge walked over to the stage and looked at the girl, still hanging impaled, legs spread wide, her body heavily bruised and shaking like a leaf.
“I don’t think she can take anymore,” said the doctor. “And I doubt the situation is suitable to continue.”
“There’s still some additional punishment remaining, four strokes I believe,” said the judge, “but I can add as much as is needed.”
The doctor shook her head, knowing there was little point in trying to change this judge’s mind. He was a most cruel man, lacking all empathy.
“Continue with the punishment,” said the judge to the executioner.
From the back of the room, muffled cries of anguish could be heard from the cuffed and gagged father. The judge turned towards the man inside the cage, only then seeing the two remaining guards still at their post next to the cage.
“Remove the gag of Mr Waterhouse,” said the judge. “Let’s give him all the opportunity to add more strokes as reward to his cursing.” The guards removed the gag from the father and he grunted in frustration and anger.
“What’s with you?” he shouted at the judge. “I thought we had a deal?” The judge chuckled in reply.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. But even if I had a deal with someone like you, I’d make sure you’d feel it if you double crossed me.”
“I never double crossed you!” shouted the father. But the judge turned around and gestured at the executioner.
“Five strokes on her breasts. And make them count!” And as the father broke into a whole series of curses, the judge grinned and watched the executioner go to work.

“One,” said the supervisor, no longer using a microphone and also sounding a whole less commanding. The man even cringed when the cane struck the beautiful breasts of the girl, making her cry out in pain. The pole clanked like crazy in response to her jerking body.

“Two,” he continued, with a softer voice when the girl stopped spasming. Again the cane hit her breasts with full force, flattening the already red and swollen orbs of flesh brutally against her chest. The girl hollered in absolute agony, while her body convulsed and rode the pole with equal brutality.
“You’re killing her,” said the doctor to the judge.
“Well, after this she’ll probably want to die anyways,” said the judge bluntly.
“Sir, I don’t think this is wise…” added the supervisor, while he looked at the doors. Outside the building, there were clearly sounds of rioting. Luckily the room didn’t have any windows, but there was a rising concern about people getting into the building.
“Stop this, or by God, I am going to have your head for this,” hissed the father from his cage. The judge turned and gave the man an icy stare.

“Lower the girl a few centimetres before the next stroke,” ordered the judge without taking his eyes off the prisoner. The rattling of the chain sounded, followed by desperate cries from the girl, who felt her body lowering and her womb being invaded by the unyielding metal pole. She retched violently and she was heaving in agony while the pole reached an astonishing penetration of 30 cm, by which it reached so deep inside her womb, the little organ was actually pushed up inside her abdomen.
“Please,” said the father with a soft voice. “whatever I did to make you angry, stop taking it out on my girl.”
The judge made a gesture to continue the caning.

(to be continued)
 
montycrusto said:
My favourite of your stories so far, @Doragon ! Superb building of tension and adding of torments. Especially now she is bound spread open and twitching on her pole like a jumping-jack puppet. Great stuff. :clapping:
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I'm glad you like it. It's been great fun to write this. Next installment will be the grand finale and I hope you'll appreciate that as well. I also hope I can persuade @settantuno to make another illustration, since his wonderful art adds so much to any story.
 
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