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Chloe felt like she was tearing inside, as if the metal pole had impaled her entire abdomen. The room was spinning as she retched and convulsed from absolute agony. And when the cane cut across her aching breasts again, she finally snapped completely and fell into a dark pit, filled with red hot pain. From far away she heard her father shouting. And then many more shouting voices, mixed with the sound of crashing wood. She couldn’t tell what those noises were – to her it was the sound of her body breaking, of her world being torn apart. She lost consciousness amidst all the chaos.

The doors to the theatre flew open, the crowd poured into the room. Lots of angry women tumbled in, climbing over chairs, like waves of a storm. They broke over to the judge, crashed on top of him and began to tear him apart. Other women advanced onto the stage, hurling themselves onto the executioner, tearing him apart as well. A real bloodlust held the crowd in its grip, such as the world had never seen since the last Bacchae* had disappeared. They also advanced onto the doctor and the handler, but since both of them were really trying to get Chloe delivered from her predicament, by lifting her up from the pole and releasing her cuffs, they were spared. Not the supervisor though – he too was torn into bloody pieces.

Chloe had been their role model, their personal influencer, the one that had shown them the way in fashion and cosmetics, several times every week, sometimes even on a daily basis. The girl was their life and everything! And having seen their goddess being broken in such a way, on television even, it had sent them into a frenzy without comparison. The theatre found a new form of justice, a feminine justice.

Mr Waterhouse was spared the wrath of the women as he was protected by his two guards, the only ones carrying weapons. The guards didn’t fire on the angry women, they only kept them at a distance. The guards didn’t even interfere when the judge, the executioner and the supervisor were liquidated by the angry mob. They knew that if they fired, they’d all be dead as well.


*Baccae were female followers of the god Dionysos, also called Maenads (raving ones), who worked themselves into an ecstatic frenzy through a combination of dancing and intoxication. These ‘mad women’ were believed to be invulnerable and in several tragedies they were able to tear men to pieces.



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Aftermath

Chloe survived but only after a long hospitalization and intense medical procedures. When she recovered, there was a trial against the state and she received a handsome sum in compensation for the injustice done to her. Using her acquired fortune, she emigrated to a country with a more healthy justice system. She disappeared from the media and lived a peaceful life in the countryside, offline and retired from the modern society.

Amongst the women of her home-country, she remained a martyr, a symbol of oppression and injustice, a rolemodel for feminine liberation. And since she made no public appearances anymore, she became what anybody wanted, causing at least four different feminist movements, all battling each other, all claiming to be the true followers of Chloe waterhouse.

Mr Waterhouse was initially brought back to jail, but soon his case was reopened. The accusations of being corrupt and an enemy of the state had all been fabricated, so it seemed. In the end his name was cleared and his punishment waved. He tried to make a decent living for himself as a free man. However, he never saw his daughter again.

Whatever had caused the judge to do what he did, nobody ever fully discovered. But it became clear afterwards, that a lot of mistakes had been made. Many of the new laws were revoked, especially those that made it possible to view executions and punishments in public on national televiison. Quite a few politicians were sacrificed in the media for corruption, before the storm finally died down. Justice was restored. At least, that’s what the media began to tell everyone. But of course, corporal punishment remained, as well as the rule of punishing spouses for crimes committed. That was something that according to some, was a great injustice in itself, but to many people felt it was the right thing to do.

-- Fin –
 
i very much enjoy reading stories of judicial punishment. This is a cautionary tale, though of the excesses and corruption that could possibly ensue without strict safeguards and levels of appeal. Even a TRULY guilty person, convicted of the VILEST offence should never be treated in such a manner in civilized society You almost forced me to become an author myself, because had you not killed off the judge and his ilk, I would have hijacked your story and written basically the same ending that you ultimately did. I had a deep feeling of satisfaction at the demise of the bad guys. Great writing that wrings such emotion from me. Only one complaint - that the smarmy reporter didn't end up being dismembered as well
 
Chloe felt like she was tearing inside, as if the metal pole had impaled her entire abdomen. The room was spinning as she retched and convulsed from absolute agony. And when the cane cut across her aching breasts again, she finally snapped completely and fell into a dark pit, filled with red hot pain. From far away she heard her father shouting. And then many more shouting voices, mixed with the sound of crashing wood. She couldn’t tell what those noises were – to her it was the sound of her body breaking, of her world being torn apart. She lost consciousness amidst all the chaos.

The doors to the theatre flew open, the crowd poured into the room. Lots of angry women tumbled in, climbing over chairs, like waves of a storm. They broke over to the judge, crashed on top of him and began to tear him apart. Other women advanced onto the stage, hurling themselves onto the executioner, tearing him apart as well. A real bloodlust held the crowd in its grip, such as the world had never seen since the last Bacchae* had disappeared. They also advanced onto the doctor and the handler, but since both of them were really trying to get Chloe delivered from her predicament, by lifting her up from the pole and releasing her cuffs, they were spared. Not the supervisor though – he too was torn into bloody pieces.

Chloe had been their role model, their personal influencer, the one that had shown them the way in fashion and cosmetics, several times every week, sometimes even on a daily basis. The girl was their life and everything! And having seen their goddess being broken in such a way, on television even, it had sent them into a frenzy without comparison. The theatre found a new form of justice, a feminine justice.

Mr Waterhouse was spared the wrath of the women as he was protected by his two guards, the only ones carrying weapons. The guards didn’t fire on the angry women, they only kept them at a distance. The guards didn’t even interfere when the judge, the executioner and the supervisor were liquidated by the angry mob. They knew that if they fired, they’d all be dead as well.


*Baccae were female followers of the god Dionysos, also called Maenads (raving ones), who worked themselves into an ecstatic frenzy through a combination of dancing and intoxication. These ‘mad women’ were believed to be invulnerable and in several tragedies they were able to tear men to pieces.



---
Aftermath

Chloe survived but only after a long hospitalization and intense medical procedures. When she recovered, there was a trial against the state and she received a handsome sum in compensation for the injustice done to her. Using her acquired fortune, she emigrated to a country with a more healthy justice system. She disappeared from the media and lived a peaceful life in the countryside, offline and retired from the modern society.

Amongst the women of her home-country, she remained a martyr, a symbol of oppression and injustice, a rolemodel for feminine liberation. And since she made no public appearances anymore, she became what anybody wanted, causing at least four different feminist movements, all battling each other, all claiming to be the true followers of Chloe waterhouse.

Mr Waterhouse was initially brought back to jail, but soon his case was reopened. The accusations of being corrupt and an enemy of the state had all been fabricated, so it seemed. In the end his name was cleared and his punishment waved. He tried to make a decent living for himself as a free man. However, he never saw his daughter again.

Whatever had caused the judge to do what he did, nobody ever fully discovered. But it became clear afterwards, that a lot of mistakes had been made. Many of the new laws were revoked, especially those that made it possible to view executions and punishments in public on national televiison. Quite a few politicians were sacrificed in the media for corruption, before the storm finally died down. Justice was restored. At least, that’s what the media began to tell everyone. But of course, corporal punishment remained, as well as the rule of punishing spouses for crimes committed. That was something that according to some, was a great injustice in itself, but to many people felt it was the right thing to do.

-- Fin –
Wonderful story and a great theme I enjoyed. Nice to see you writing.
 
one complaint - that the smarmy reporter didn't end up being dismembered as well

To be honest, that didn't even cross my mind
Room for a sequel then? Smarmy reporter hunted down, captured, humiliated, tortured and maybe executed..

Great story @Doragon , I’m sure I shall return to it for inspiration. I’m also sure you take the prize for the most uses of the word “cervix” outside of a midwifery manual :campeon:
 
Room for a sequel then? Smarmy reporter hunted down, captured, humiliated, tortured and maybe executed..

I might do that. After all, reporters do have responsibility and it's about time this reporter was reminded of that.

Great story @Doragon , I’m sure I shall return to it for inspiration. I’m also sure you take the prize for the most uses of the word “cervix” outside of a midwifery manual :campeon:

Alright, you have a point, it might have been overkill. But much of the torture was directed at this oh-so-sensitive and vital piece of anatomy. I did look for synonyms, but I hardly think I could have used any of these: collar, isthmus, cape, nape, scruff or strait...
 
I wasn’t complaining.. in fact I enjoyed your word-choices very much throughout. :thumbsup:
Thanks for the compliment. I am still working on improving my writing skills in English and I feel I am slowly getting somewhere.
 
I am still working on improving my writing skills in English and I feel I am slowly getting somewhere.
If you are actually Dutch, and English is your second language, you are not 'slowly getting somewhere'. You have very much arrived. Your English is pretty much flawless. I mean that not just that it is all correct, but also that your technical use of it to create mood and move your story along is perfect.
 
I might do that. After all, reporters do have responsibility and it's about time this reporter was reminded of that.



Alright, you have a point, it might have been overkill. But much of the torture was directed at this oh-so-sensitive and vital piece of anatomy. I did look for synonyms, but I hardly think I could have used any of these: collar, isthmus, cape, nape, scruff or strait...
I think you might even have used inner sanctum-but don't quote me. I do love your focus on "deep female" anatomy. Afterall the basic ravaging of a vagina is yesterdays excitement.
 
If you are actually Dutch, and English is your second language, you are not 'slowly getting somewhere'. You have very much arrived. Your English is pretty much flawless. I mean that not just that it is all correct, but also that your technical use of it to create mood and move your story along is perfect.
Thank you for the compliment.
 
This whole story awakened a new fetish and fantasy for me. I keep imagining myself being fiercely penetrated with a wide stake and beaten while medically forced to induce reverse labor. I keep rereading the part where Chloe’s legs are spread apart to prevent her from using them to push herself away from the pole, and let her fall into deep impalement. I think I will try my own hand at illustrating that part.
 
This whole story awakened a new fetish and fantasy for me. I keep imagining myself being fiercely penetrated with a wide stake and beaten while medically forced to induce reverse labor. I keep rereading the part where Chloe’s legs are spread apart to prevent her from using them to push herself away from the pole, and let her fall into deep impalement. I think I will try my own hand at illustrating that part.
Your confession makes me very happy and I look forward to your illustration.
 
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