Kvk's Stories

[Madiosi]

Moderator's note: we've started this new thread for KvK's splendid short stories. Three of them have been moved here from 'Other Methods of Execution', and attached to this first post is a text doc with a collection of all the stories KvK has done for us so far (up to 20 Feb 16). Enjoy!

"Explosive Orgasm."

A squad of soldiers caught a female partisan who had booby-trapped a car, killing several of their comrades. The female

We have the 2016's collection a wile as eBook in the libary
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/crux-forums-e-book-library.4744/page-12
No: 138
and in the archive as pdf:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resources/my-stories-2016-by-kvk.529/

Madiosi

 

[KvK]

Story time! I'll call this one "Alumnae-Subsidized Spring Break."

Roxanne was a hot, buxom, 49 year-old redhead. She was a successful, popular clothing and jewelry designer. She wanted to give back to her college.

She remembered her college years. Then she heard that many current and recent students from her college were getting into trouble, incurring criminal records, for doing typical foolish young people stuff during spring break. Roxanne did not like this. So, she decided to do something about it. She did.

Roxanne introduced a new line of clothing and jewelry especially aimed at the 19-21 year old college female demographic. She premiered it, not in New York, not in Milan, not in Paris during fashion week, but at her old college campus just as the winter semester started. Part of this line of clothing was spring break wear. At the premiere, Roxanne also announced that, as a way of giving back to her college, she would subsidize the spring break of ten college women aged 19-21 year old who met certain criteria.

The criteria were

a) had to have been on spring break at least once before, no newbies
b) had to be generally either hot or cute enough to look like a good representative for Roxanne's line of spring break wear, although a relatively very wide range of body types was acceptable
c) a low GPA/poor academic performance was not a barrier

The ten college women selected were obliged to model Roxanne's spring break wear on the beach by day...and also agree to model in the evening. In exchange, they got to stay for free at Roxanne's luxury private Florida resort during the whole week, and they got a $10,000 completion bonus at the end of the week.

Roxanne carefully screened and selected the ten finalists herself. On the last Friday before spring break, a limo picked the ten finalists up on campus and drove them to the airfield, where Roxanne's private jet waited to fly them directly o Florida. They were instructed not to pack much, since Roxanne would personally supply each of them with a full range of spring break wear from her line, which they could then keep.

The plane arrived 6PM Florida time. The ten finalists were chauffeured to Roxanne's luxury resort, where a fabulous dinner awaited them. After they ate, the ten hot college women were instructed to proceed upstairs to the fitting room.

The fitting room was bare...except for ten paper bags.

Roxanne walked in and closed the door behind her.

"Hello, all! And welcome!

"I was your age once too. I appreciate that you all love my merchandise, but I also know you want to party and get wild.

"The problem today is that the police are more severe on cracking down on people your age being wild. That, and not because I needed models, is the real reason you are here. You ten were selected because of your reps as partiers who are at risk.

"I am giving you a spring break that will indeed be wild, but on my property, which the police cannot enter without a warrant, since I have my own security. There will be no drugs and no drinking here.

"Now, most of you are thinking 'Wait! How can this be fun and wild, then?'

"The answer is that, in the contract you signed, you agreed to model during the day on the beach. You will each get my full line of spring break wear just for that.

"In the contract you signed, you also agreed to be available to model in the evening. You will not get any clothes for that. You will only get a mask. The mask will be the only thing you will be wearing in the evenings."

This had some of the hot college women aghast. But Roxanne did not allow them time to further react.

"Each evening, you will have a new challenge. If you complete this week, you will go home with a basic $10K bonus. If you successfully perform in each challenge, you will also pick up extra money.

"In the paper bag in front of you is your mask. Pick it up and put it on. Then put all of the rest of your clothing in the bag. Your first challenge starts the second that last woman is masked and fully nude. Go!"

The first challenge that night was for the ten nubile, hot, naked masked college women to circulate among Roxanne's guests, who were not allowed to touch the naked, nubile, hot masked women.

The challenge of the second night was for each masked naked hottie to pass her hands over the tits and ass over every other masked hottie.

The challenge of the next night was for each masked naked hottie to identify the other amongst the ten she was the closest to...and go down on her until she came.

The challenge of the next night was for each masked naked hottie to stick her fingers and tongue up another masked naked hottie's asshole.

The next night, fists and buttplugs replaced tongues and fingers

To be continued...

 

[KvK]

Story time! I'll call this one "No Interest Loans and Bonds"

The government passed new laws regulating the finance industry, particularly when it came to loans and collateral.

As usual, many in the market saw opportunity while TV show hosts complained.

Banks started to offer "No Interest Loans and Bonds," and expanded into the bail bond industry as well. These new products were specifically designed for hot women between the ages of 19 and 60 who needed a loan, or who needed a bail bond to get them out of jail pending trial. For the latter specialized subset of clients, banks offered a top-notch legal defense team which had a 90% rate of getting its clients acquitted.

Many hot women between the ages of 19 and 60 jumped at the opportunity presented, but this program had a rigorous screening process.

The loan applicant had to agree to disrobe and display herself for the loan officers. Many times, the loan officers simply brought the loan applicants to a room bare but for a large paper bag, told them to disrobe and place all their clothes in the paper bag...and then left the loan applicants to wait for an hour or two, apprehensive, aroused and fully naked, before giving her a visual inspection.

Loan applicants who passed this screening process were given the amount of money they needed and given a schedule for repayment. By signing for the money, each loan applicant agreed to make herself available for 24 to 72 hours on each schedule repayment date if she could not repay the fixed amount at that time.

Many loan applicants repaid the loans at the scheduled time and were done with the deal. Some loan applicants could not make the scheduled repayments. Some could, but simply were curious about what would happen to them if they did not.

The latter two subsets of loan applicants were ordered to report to the banks' annex facilities, which were always remote. There, they were ordered to strip and place all their clothing in a big paper bag, as per the screening process. Unlike the screening process, three butch guards watched each woman as she stripped. Some women trembled in trepidation, some women trembled in anticipation.

When the woman was naked and had placed her very last item of clothing int the bag, one butch guard seized the bag and swiftly took it out of the room. The other two butch guards then seized the woman and proceeded to do a rigorous cavity search on her.

Some women gasped and sobbed at the sheer humiliation of this. Some women gasped and sobbed because they were aroused by this. Most women gasped and sobbed out of a curious mixture, which they could not understand or rationalize but which they thoroughly felt through every square inch of their bodies, of this humiliation and arousal. After the cavity search, the women were given masks to don.

Then things began to vary, woman by woman.

Some women were handcuffed, draped across the knees of one of the butch guards are heartily spanked for hours.

Some women were cuffed, the cuffs bound to a chain which was winched up from the ceiling. These women found that the chains being winched up was a pain...until a wooden pony was placed under them, at which time they gained the perspective that the cuffs and chains were their friends, their allies in attempting to pull up and away from that sharp, biting, thoroughly merciless pain in their crotch, which the endured for hours.

Some women were tied to a post, eyes wide and sacred when they saw the bullwhip laying next to the post, ear-piercing screams tearing out of their mouths when it was not the bullwhip, but rather a cattle prod, that cruelly an wantonly worked its way all across the exposed flesh of their backs, buttocks, calves and thighs for hours.

Some women had their wrists and necks locked in one pillory, their ankles in another. These women soon felt something greased up shoved up their exposed anuses. Then, they felt their abdomens filling up, a scary sensation which caused to gasp, cry and moan. Many of these women cried, some out of humiliation, some out of pure emotional release, as the sheer volume of the forcefully injected liquid tsunamied pass their sphincters, causing them to shit en masse before the laughing butch guards.

Some women also had their wrists cuffed. These women had their wrists cuffed separately, then bound to winches on the ceiling which pulled their wrist, forearms, then arms, up and away from the midlines of their bodies, as their ankles were bound to the floor, also away from the midlines of their bodies, the suspension by the wrists forcing these women to stand on their tipee-toes. With fingers, tongues and Oral B toothbrushes, the butch guards then proceeded to work over these women's exposed and defenseless ears, earlobes, cheeks, necks, collarbones, shoulder blades, torsos, calves, forearms, thighs, arms and soles for hours. Many times, the fingers, tongues and Oral B toothbrushes caressed these women's breasts, nipples, labiae and clitorises, enough to provoke a furious and impotent sense of being tickled, but never enough for a full orgasm.

Some women were bound wrist, ankle, calf, forearm, thigh and arm to a seatless chair before a wide-screen TV. Hours of lesbian kissing, fondling, cunnilingus, tribbing, fisting, anal fisting and anal beads scenes played out on the wides screen TV's as these women howled, some out of protest, many out of arousal, all finally out of orgasming due to the combination of the imagery and the vibrators simultaneously lightly tickling their clitorises and anuses.

99% of the women who failed to repay on schedule and were subject to variants of the above took out further loans and deliberately failed to repay.

 

[KvK]

Story time! Inspired by the following thread: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/enf-embarrassed-nude-female.5990/page-10#post-314930

I'll call this one "New Regulations."

Julie was a hot 40-something-year-old blonde and mother of two.

Hanna was a cute 19-year old, dirty blonde-haired sorority girl.

Julie and Hanna had just landed back in the USA from Mexico. Julie had been to Mexico on a business trip. Hanna had been to Mexico for spring break.

Neither Julie nor Hanna were surprised when the border agents had them open their luggage in front of them. They expected this from the new Administration. Neither Julie nor Hanna were particularly surprised when the border agents told them to leave their luggage there and follow them with their customs declarations in hand. Anxious, yes. Concerned that they would miss their connecting flights, yes. But not particularly surprised.

They were surprised when the border agents led them to a small room, one whole wall of which was a mirror, and ordered them to strip naked. They were surprised speechless.

The border agents filled in the gaps for the suddenly mute Julie and Hanna.

"It's nothing personal. It's just routine. The civil rights lobby has been saying we disproportionately target minorities. You two are blonde and blue eyed, so you two are our 'non-minority' quota for this reporting period. The fast you comply, the faster we are done and the faster you are on your connecting flights out of here."

The male border agents left the room. Two female border agents remained, adamantly staring at Julie and Hanna in the eyes.

Slowly, clumsily, sobbingly, Julie and Hanna began to comply. They first removed what was most comfortable to remove, stepping out of their sandals, the cold of the floor on the soles of their bare feet sending chills up their spines, as they shook in dread at what was more uncomfortable and yet to come.

Julie and Hanna removed their shirts. Hanna wore no undershirt. Her cute, pert little titties were now exposed. Her nipples were erect, out of the cold, out of fear and, although Hanna could not understand it at that moment, out of a teeny, tiny sense of arousal. Julie had a bra on.

Julie removed her jeans and Hanna removed her short pants. Then Julie and Hanna just stood there, panties still on.

Without emotion, one of the female border agents commented "C'mon, all of it."

Tears welled in Julie and Hanna's eyes. Julie ever so clumsily removed her bra, revealing lush, big, natural tits, as Hanna shakingly hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down, a motion Julie followed moments later.

Julie and Hanna both gasped at the swiftness with which the female border agents swooped down on their piles of clothing, scooped them up, left the small room, one whole wall of which was a gigantic mirror, and then left.

Time seemed to pass like an eternal wave. Julie and Hanna were both too embarrassed to as much look at each other, much less speak. Their hands and arms instinctively covered their breasts and pussies in a futile attempt to keep the cold and the rest of the harsh, intrusive outside world out.

Julie and Hanna both let out a shout of fear as the door snapped open and five female border agents walked in. Four of these agents were butch, but otherwise nondescript. The fifth one was clearly in charge. She was a redhead in her forties with merciless eyes.

"Okay, ladies..." began the cruel redhead, "You both know why you are here. How about you make everybody's job easier so we can all move on?"

Julie and Hanna had no idea what the cruel redhead was talking about and simply looked back at her in stunned silence.

"No? No cooperation? Okay, we can do this the hard way..."

At that, the four butch border agents stepped forward. Before their frightened minds could register it, Julie and Hanna were up against the mirror, staring deeply into the reflections of their terrified eyes. Harsh hands pressed themselves all over them. Then, they were forcefully bent over.

Julie and Hanna let out plaintive wails, their tears hitting the floor, as unforgiving, latex-covered fingers thrust their way mercilessly into their vaginas and anuses. Julie and Hanna were sobbing as they were both pulled upright by the hair and whirled around to face the cruel redhead.

Ignoring the heavy sobs, the cruel redhead proceeded on.

"Okay...now? You see I'm not playing. Do you wish to cooperate at this time?"

Deep sobs were the only response to the question.

The cruel redhead looked at her subordinates.

"Cuff them!"

A new, slight, but ever so horrible agony of cold ran up Julie and Hanna's spines as the cuffs were clicked around their wrists behind their backs.

Julie and Hanna were literally shaken by the slamming of the door after the five border agents left the room. They just stood there, cuffed and shaking, breasts, pussies and asses exposed to the harsh cold and to each other's gaze, for what seemed an eternity.

Then they heard the sound. It was not very loud. Indeed it was only barely just perceptible. It was the sound of a faucet.

Julie and Hanna both suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to urinate, the fight to control their bladders being a fresh new and seemingly eternal agony.

Julie and Hanna both almost damn near lost that fight when the door snapped open and only the cruel redhead border agent walked in, a bottle of water in hand.

"Oh, I am sorry," began the cruel redhead, "Our sound system is not working. We had cutbacks, so it will be a while before we can get it so we can hear detainees but they can't hear us...doing our business.--"

"Detainees?" cried out Julie, "You can't do this to me! I'm an American citizen! The Constitution--"

"--allows discretion for border agents when dealing with suspects entering the country." completed the redhead "Now, back to the matter at hand. I know you two were talking. I saw you through the mirror."

Julie and Hanna's eyes grew wide, the shock of disbelief t this outright lie a body blow to them as they struggled impotently in their nakedness while fighting to retain control of their bladders. Was this redhead bitch deliberately trying to drive them insane?

As if on cue, the redhead smiled, sending a fresh shudder through the shivering, heaving wrecks of bare flesh that were now Julie and Hanna. But the redhead offered them no respite. She unscrewed the top of the bottle of water, held the bottle high, twisted it to its side and let water hit the floor.

This was more than Julie's nerves could take. Hot urine now mingled with the hot tears on her feet.

"It's her!" cried out Julie, "She's the one you want!"

Hanna twisted and looked at Julie for the first time.

"You lying fucking cunt!"

With those expletives, the dam gave way and Hanna also urinated on her bare feet.

The cruel redhead put the water bottle down and keyed her radio.

"See, guys," said the cruel redhead into her radio, "I told you that, with these new regulations, I could make even the innocent confess to something or other. Now, pay up!"

 

[KvK]

Story Time! I'll call this one "Retail Solution."

A very popular women's clothing store had a problem.

Each time it had a sale, women burst in like crowds in general on Black Friday. Women often got into fights over a piece of clothing, injuring themselves and damaging the merchandise.

The clothing store was a solid competitor, so it came up with a competitive solution to this problem, a solution that was literally competitive.

The store announced that, on major sales days, it had one of each item left securely in reserve. It would give that item for free to the woman who wanted it badly enough to compete for it.

The first sale day competition was naked wrestling. No punching, no hair pulling, no eye gouging, nails had to be trimmed. The winner was the woman who could get the other woman to submit.

The second sale day competition was a naked drinking contest. The two competing women were given ten large bottles of water. The loser was the woman who decided she could no longer drink the other woman's piss. There were a hundred bottles of water in reserve for each woman, in case each woman was a real trooper about this.

The third sale day competition was a hand contest. The winner was the woman who take all five fingers of the other woman's hands up her pussy and anus for the longest time.

The fourth sale day competition was a beads contest. The winner was the woman who could take the most number of anal beads.

The fifth sale day competition was a dildo size contest. Both women were given progressively larger and larger dildos. The winner was that woman who could take the largest size dildo up her ass.

The sixth sale day competition was a kicking contest. The winner was that woman who could take the most number of kicks to her crotch from the other woman.

The seventh sale day contest was a spanking contest. The winner was that woman who could take the most number of hard spanks on her bare ass from the other woman.

The eighth sale day contest was an electricity contest. The winner was that woman who could take the most voltage.

The ninth sale day contest was also an electricity contest. The winner was that woman who could take being bound, blindfolded and cattle-prodded the longest.

The tenth sale day contest was an enema contest. The winner was that woman who could take the most liquid up her ass.

The eleventh sale day contest was also an enema contest. The winner was that woman who could drink up the most liquid the other woman shat/squirted out her ass from her enema.

The twelfth sale day conference was an endurance contest. The winner was that woman who could stay on the wooden pony that longest.

The thirteenth sale day contest was also an endurance contest. The winner was that woman who could take Ishidaki the longest.

The fourteenth sale day contest was also an endurance contest. The winner was that woman who could take strappado the longest.

The fifteenth sale day contest was also an endurance contest. The winner was that woman who could take bastinado/falaka the longest.

The sixteenth sale day contest was also an endurance contest. The winner was that woman who could take Suruga doi (see

) the longest.

The seventeenth sale day contest was also an endurance contest. The winner was that woman who could take being bound to a Saint Andrew's Cross the longest.

The eighteenth sale day contest was also an endurance contest, but it was the cruelest, most grueling, most cruel contest of them all. It was a tickle torture contest. The winner was that woman who could take being tickle-tortured by the other woman the longest. To incentivize them, the women were told that, the longest they lasted in each turn of being tickled, that was the minimum time the other woman would have to take being tickle-tortured when her successive turn came.

The store's stock always reached record highs, with the store's holding company paying handsome dividends to stockholders, on each and every day there was a sale.

 

[KvK]

Story Time! I'll call this one "Bad Debt Expenses Paid."

A record number of people had a record number of loans. Many could not pay them back. Banks could have written off these loans and mortgages as Bad Debt Expenses on their books. An enterprising company had another solution.

It offered to purchase the debts of hot women between the ages of 21 and 60 who could not repay their college loans, mortgages and other debts. The company was willing to buy these bad debts at a premium. The banks saw that the premium was nowhere near the value of the bad debts, but accepted the terms of sale since, now, they would make a profit, which was preferable to a tax deduction for bad debt expenses.

Once a bank agreed to sell a particular woman's loan to the company, the company approached that woman and notified her that they were willing to buy her debt from the bank. The company told the women they would not have to pay them back in money, but rather agree to one year's servitude at the company's tropical facility, take it or leave it on face value and sign this Non-Disclosure Agreement if you take it.

Many women took the offer of having their debts erased in exchange for one year's servitude.

Nomi and Kristyn were two such women. Nomi was a 47-year-old blonde and divorced mother of two who could not make her mortgage payments. Kristyn was a short, raven-haired 22 year -old who could not find a job that enabled her to pay back the loans she took out to obtain her gender studies degree.

It was well past midnight when Nomi and Kristyn and eight other women were bused into the company's facility in the middle of nowhere. Although it was hot and humid, many of the women were shivering. The bus door opened and the driver told the women to exit. They did.

A pair of butch women dressed in grey camouflage were there to meet the ten women.

"Alright!" barked out one of the butch women, "form a single line and follow me!"

The ten women complied. The butch woman led them inside a stone grey building. The other butch women followed the tenth woman in and closed the door.

A sudden bright light nearly blinded the ten women, eliciting gasps. When their eyes readjusted, the ten women saw ten cardboard boxes on the floor in front of a tell, svelte redhead who looked to be in her thirties. The redhead had a poker face. This sent chills through most of the ten women.

"You all are intelligent," began the redhead, "You can pretty much guess what you are going to be doing for the next year. Your guesses would be approximately right. You did not think the company would allow you to walk away from tens of thousands debt for nothing, did you?

"On the bright side, I can tell you two things. One, no, you will not be prostituted out to men. Two, yes this next year will be mostly unpleasant for you. However, you will have some degree of control because, after you are appropriately acclimated, we will always give you a choice of options.

"So, let's get you acclimated. Remove all your clothing and put it in the box with your name on it. Then, when your name is called, go into that room over there."

The women had indeed guessed what this was all about. This did not make it any easier for them as they clumsily, shakily stripped. One by one, their names were called.

Nomi was called before Kristyn. She walked into the smaller room the svelte redhead had indicated. There, she saw three butch guards and a gurney. Nomi had no time to take it in. Two of the guards seized her by the arms. The third guard ran her fingers through Nomi's long blonde hair. Then, suddenly, Nomi was bent over. Rough, latex covered fingers penetrated and twisted around her anus and vagina. Nomi began to sob. The guards did not seem to notice. Nomi felt her hands wrenched behind her back and manacled in place, then she felt something leather being fastened around her neck.

Kristyn went through the same process. Only, she yelled out "Bitch!" when the finger penetrated her holes, only to gasp out in pain and the finger then forcefully retaliated in her anus.

The ten naked, manacled women were then led to cells, two women per cell.

"Your acclimation starts now," declared the guard at Nomi and Kristyn's cell. Nomi and Kristyn felt their manacled wrists being pulled up by the other guards. Then, Nomi and Kristyn felt a tugging at the leather collars around their necks. It dawned on them that their manacles and leather collars were now bound together. Nomi and Kristyn felt a new, consistent tugging on their wrists and necks. The tugging continued until Nomi and Kristyn were standing on their tippee-toes to avoid being strangled and having their arms wrenched out of their sockets.

"Nighty-night!" teased a cruel guard who gave Nomi, then Kristyn, a sharp smack on the bare ass. Nomi whimpered. Kristyn spat out. The cruel guard grabbed Kristyn's ample pubic hair and twisted. Kristyn cried out.

The guards left the cell, slamming the door shut.

It was countless hours of agony for Nomi, Kristyn and the other eight women. Sleep was impossible. Conversation was impossible. Sobbing was barely possible as Nomi, Kristyn and the other eight women danced around trying to balance themselves on their tippe toes to avoid strangulation. It was a constant effort. Fatigue set in. They did not know how much longer they could--

Suddenly, the door to Nomi and Kristyn's cell was opened. In walked the svelte redhead, followed by two guards, including the cruel one who had smacked Nomi and Kristyn on the ass and tugged at Kristyn's pubic hair. That guard was certainly not in a jovial mood now. Both Nomi and Kristyn picked up that that guard was deathly afraid of the svelte redhead. This added a fresh jab of fear into the agony of soreness and fatigue that was Nomi and Kristyn's existence now.

"Down." ordered the redhead.

Nomi and Kristyn felt the tugging on their wrists and collars relent slowly, until the soles of their bare feet were flat against the harsh cruel cold of the floor which, paradoxically, brought Nomi and Kristyn relief since their survival no longer rested entirely on their now very numb toes.

"Nomi and Kristyn," began the redhead, "I can see that you have acclimated. So, I am going to give you your first choice.

"You have been suspended like that for three and half hours now. You can either continue to be suspended as you just were for the next seven hours, or you can make love to each other."

Tired and sore as they both were, Nomi and Kristyn were both taken aback by this. Both women were straight. Sure, they had kissed other girls when they were drunk, but neither had ever made love to another woman. They did not even now how.

The svelte redhead perceived this. She smiled. Over the next year, Nomi, Kristyn and the other eight women came to fear that smile more than anything in existence. But that was yet to come.

"It's alright," declared the redhead. "You both remember taking blood tests before you got here? We screened your blood. You are STD free."

"B-but...I never..."

"Made love to another woman? Oh, that's not a problem! We'll arrange all of that for you if you both opt for this...do you opt for this?"

Nomi, the more timid one, looked at Kristyn. Kristyn looked back at Nomi...and eventually nodded a "Yes."

"Splendid!" declared the redhead.

Nomi and Kristyn felt their manacled wrists go slack. Their shoulder joints thoroughly numb at this point, their manacled hands simply fell against their asses. But Nomi and Kristyn did not have time to enjoy the respite. Guards' strong hands grabbed their arms and led them out of the cell.

The redhead led the way as the guards marched Nomi and Kristyn to a room. The redhead opened the door and entered, followed by the guards hauling Nomi and Kristyn...who saw a black padded table with re4straints attached to each leg.

Nomi and Kristyn did not have time to enjoy the relief of the guards uncuffing them, either. They were terrified seeing the redhead sizing them up for something...

"Hmmmm...." mused the redhead, "Nomi, first!"

The guards seized Nomi by the arms and legs and placed her on the table, binding her wrists and ankles into place. The restraints were not tight. They merely immobilised Nomi.

Then the guards seized Kristyn and placed her face down on top of Nomi, binding Kristyn's wrists to Nomi's ankles, binding Kristyn's ankles to Nomi's wrists.

Neither woman could say anything intelligible. Each woman's mouth was wedged up against the other woman's pussy. But Nomi and Kristyn did make a loud sound as each felt the jab of a needle being stuck in the exposed sides of their asses.

"I'm giving you both a shot of pheromone to spice things up" declared the redhead, "Sooner or later, both of you will cum. Then, most likely, you will drift off to sleep for the rest of the seven hours. But, you might already be horny from being naked so long, so you might cum yet again."

The redhead was right Nomi and Kristyn, without knowing it, were already aroused from being naked so long. In the cell, they could not see that all four or their nipples were erect, and they could not see this now. It did not matter. For the first time in what seemed an eternity of hours, Nomi and Kristyn felt a pleasurable sensation...an increasingly highly pleasurable sensation...

Each breath, each muffled word, each twist of the head aroused the other woman more. Soon, Nomi and Kristyn forgot about the odor of the other woman's pussy, forgot that they would be having an unpleasant whole year. This was pleasant. This was bliss. "Oh God, Oh God!" each woman muffled and moaned into the other's pussy, sharpening their pleasure into a powerful crescendo.

It hit Nomi first. It had been over a year since she last had sex. When Nomi had that supernova of an orgasm, she screamed out, her screamed muffled by Kristyn's pussy and pubic hair. Nomi's scream had the effect of ten thousand vibrators on Kristyn's clit. Kristyn too then had a supernova of an orgasm.

Then, faces drenched in the other woman's cum, both women fell into a deep sleep.

To be continued.

 

[KvK]

"Bad Debt Expenses Paid, Part Deux"

The door clanged open. Nomi and Kristin were startled awake. The guards simply unbound them and removed them from the table.

Then they led Nomi and Krystyn to a hall where six of the other women were already sitting down on the floor, scarfing down bowls of oatmeal. There were two bowls untouched. Nomi and Kristyn intuited the bowls were for them. No onee stopped Nomi and Kristyn as they scooped up the bowls and started licking away ravenously at the oatmeal.

They were halfway through when a piercing scream almost burst each of the eight women's eardrums.

"What the fuck is that???" hissed out Kristyn.

"You notice how there's only eight of us here?" responded a naked brunette by way of a question.

Kristyn and Nomi looked around, realizing what the brunette said was true, a horror of the unknown coming with this confirmation.

"Well," began the brunette, "You know how that redhead made all of us make love to each other?"

Nomi and Kristyn's eyes widened in fear and anticipation as they slowly nodded a "Yes."

"There are two women who refused to. That redhead left them hanging up there. A little while ago, she offered them to come down if they would agree to make love to each other. They refused again. The redhead told them 'Fine! You'll stay that way for a "WHOLE WEEK! I don't know which will get you first, the leather collar stangulating you or starvation...' "

Then, there was a sudden hush among the eight women. They saw the redhead approaching them.

Behind the redhead were eight guards, four apiece dragging a woman.

The redhead stopped near the eight women. If she noticed the sixteen pairs of bare boobs in front of her, it did not show.

"Here!" barked the redhead.

One foursome of guards brought a raven-haired hot forty-some year old to the ground, belly up, legs wide apart. The redhead grabbed a half-eaten bowl of oatmeal from one of the eight women. She sunk her fist into the oatmeal, then shoved her fist into the struggling raven-haired forty-some year old's pussy, ignoring the woman's shriek's of protest. Then, the redhead stood up, made eye contact with the foursome of guards holding the other woman, a 21 year-old blonde, and nodded.

The foursome of guards holding the 21 year-old blonde hauled her forward, face first, until her mouth was on the raven-haired woman's exposed pussy.

Hunger and fatigue overcame the blonde. She began lapping up the oatmeal from the raven-haired forty-some year-old's pussy. The raven-haired woman began to cry at her degredation. The redhead swiftly bent down and bit the raven-haired woman on the nipples, twisting the nipple with her teeth. This turned the raven-haired woman's cry into a scream. Then the raven-haired came despite herself.

At this point, the foursome of guards holding each limb of the 21 year old blonde put her on her back, spreading her legs apart. The redhead then made the raven-haired woman do onto the blonde what the blonde had just done onto her. Then, both the raven-haired woman and the blonde collapsed into a deep sleep.

The redhead sighed in disappointment.

"Well, those two won't be of any use for a while..."

The redhead then turned and face the other eight women, making eye contact with them, sending shivers down her spine.

"...but, I see I am still not quite out of luck. Put them all back in their cells, cuffed!"

Several hours later, Nomi and Kristyn's cell was opened and they were manhandled out by two butch guards apiece. The guards led them to a room where the redhead was standing and smiling so evily. On one side of the redhead were two sawhorses. On the other side of her were two sets of pillories, a higher one meant for wrists and a neck and a much lower one meant for ankles.

"Nomi and Kristyn, my two favorite stars!"

Nomi and Kristyn practically stopped breathing.

"Oh, don't be so nervous! I told you I am going to give you a choice!

"See this here?"

The redhead gestured and the sawhorses.

"This is choice number one. The wooden pony. You will be standing on your tipee-toes for an indeterminate amount of time, trying not to let the sharp edge of the wood bite deeply into your pussies.

"Choice number two is that you make love to each other again--"

"Choice number two!" blurted out Nomi and Kristyn in unison. This elicited an evil laugh from the redhead.

"How did I know you were going to say that? Anyways, you didn't think I would simply let you eat each other this time, now did you?"

As she said this, the redhead turned to the pillories.

"No, this time, one of you is going to be bound up in this while the other one shoves her whole fist up the bound one's ass. Who volunteers?"

"I take that back!" shouted out Kristyn, "I'll take the wooden pony!"

"No! No!" protested Nomi. This brought an evil laugh from the redhead.

"Thank you for volunteering, Kristyn!"

"WHAT??? I didn't--"

But Kristyn did not have time to finish. Before she knew it, her wrists and neck were bound by one pillory, her ankles by the other.

"Well," the redhead turned to Nomi, "What are you waiting for?"

"Uh...I don't know?"

"You don't know? Oh, well, I 'll give you time to decide...on the wooden pony..."

"Okay, oky, I'll do it!"

"NOMI! NO!"

Slowly, Nomi walked up to Kristyn's jutting out ass. She stuck one finger in, and Kristyn screamed. Nomi looked like she was to pull out.

"Nope! All four fingers and your thumb, Nomi, or it's the wooden pony for you!"

Kristyn screamed again. Nomi stuck in the rest of her fingers and her thumb, one by one, each digit's insertaion bringing out a fresh new variant of helpless wail from Kristyn, until Kristyn was just a sobbing wreck.

"OK, Nomi, that's enough. Slowly pull each finger and your thumb out."

Nomi removed her hand and stepped back. The guards undid the pillories and laid the almost inert Kristyn on the floor.

Then, before she could realize it, the guards had Nomi exactly where Kristyn had just been. Nomi thrashed about for a couple of minutes. Then she saw the redhead in front of her...smiling...holding a huge strapon dildo...

"Well, that was some work, Nomi! Let's see if Kristyn is up to matching your cowardice with revenge. She is wobbly, but she has this mean look in her eyes..."

Before Nomi could shout in protest, the redhead had tossed the strapon dildo behind her, out of Nomi's view. Then, the redhead turned and made eye contact with Nomi, snickering sickly...

Something hard and merciless shoved its way into Nomi's asshole. Nomi screamed. She screamed again and that something hard and merciless made motions like the piston of an eighteen wheeler in her anus.

"Think you could fuck me and get away with it, huh, bitch?"

A fresh new feeling of disgust and sickness swept over Nomi as she realized it was Kristyn saying this.

"Kristyn, please! I'm sorry! I had no choice!"

"Bullshit! You could have sacked up and taken the wooden pony!"

"While you were just bound up here sitting pretty? Fuck YOU!"

"Seems like I'm the one fucking YOU!"

Nomi eventually lost consciousness. The guards carried Nomi, and hauled Kristyn, back to the cell. They bound each to the ceiling so that the women would not rip each other's throats out in vengeance.

 

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Story Time! I'll call this one "New Times, New Punishments."

A conservative administration had come into power. The new administration was ambivalent about protests. It liked the protests that supported it, but it did not like the protests that opposed it.

Many media supporters and spokespersons for the new conservative administration privately felt the same way about sex. In public, they promoted abstinence, but this was not something they could practice themselves.

The combination of those ambivalences led to some creative changes to sentencing guidelines.

This creative sentencing was first tried out on several hundred hot women between the ages of 19 and 50 who were convicted of protesting against the administration. The trial had been lengthy and heavily covered in the media. Media opponents of the administration regarded these hundred hot women to be prisoners of conscience. Media supporters of the administration called these hot hundred women all kinds of awful names.

Then came the day of sentencing. To everyone's shock, the judge ordered the courtroom cleared.

"Look," began the judge, "I know it is unfair that I have to sentence and punish you for doing what your opponents are also doing, but not holding them to the same law. Deep down inside, the administration knows this too. Which is why it ordered me to give you an alternative to thirty years in prison.

"The alternative is one week in penal servitude."

The prosecutor said nothing. The various defense lawyers tried to ask questions.

"Take it or leave it!" responded the judge.

By now, tired of months of a trial, the hundred hot women took it.

In groups of ten, they were led away to buses with blacked out windows. The buses drove for hours deep into the night.

Suddenly, the buses stopped. The doors were thrown open and harsh lights almost blinded the women as security personnel screamed at them to de-bus.

Before they knew it, the women were in a building, a very, very cold building. Or maybe it was not so much that the building was cold as much as it was that, with dizzying, stunning speed, the women had been hustled into the buildin, stripped, humiliatingly strip-searched, wrists manacled firmly behind their backs, spreader bars binding their ankles and keeping their legs apart.

Then the women saw something that made them stop breathing.

Before each group of ten hot women stood a female media supporter or spokesperson of the new conservative administration, wearing only a leather corset, thigh-high leather boots and a crop whip.

"Welcome to penal servitude!"

For the next week, the hundred hot women were the sex slaves of ten female supports/spokeswomen of the administration.

Some of these mistresses were kinder than others, simply keeping their ten bound naked all week while they occasionally caressed and fondled them.

Some mistresses were crueler than others, forcing each woman to give her cunnilingus before fisting that woman's pussy and anus.

The cruelset mistresses made their hot ten women slaves make love to each other in exchange for food.

 

[KvK]

Story time! Inspired by the following posts in "Medieval Horrors"

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/medieval-horrors.5091/page-40#lg=thread-5091&slide=3

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/medieval-horrors.5091/page-40#post-362111

I"ll call this one "Execution For Witchcraft 2118."

A conservative government had been in power for over a century. First they banned porn. Then they banned sex workers. Then they started executing porn and other sex workers.

The conservative government knew they were wildly unpopular, and therefore knew they had to rule by fear, which meant they had to keep the executions at a steady pace. When there were no more porn or other sex workers to execute, they simply re-criminalized witchcraft, then began executing random hot women every once in a while.

Julie was a shapely forty-some mother of two. Her husband turned her into the Witchfinder-General a few days after she confronted him about his 19-year-old mistress.

Ashley was perky twenty-one year old college student. Her landlord turned her into the Witchfinder-General a few minutes after Ashley flatly refused the landlord's offer of reduced rent in exchange for Ashley providing her with cunnilingus on demand.

Julie and Ashley both pleaded guilty immediately when brought before the Witchfinder-General. As with everyone in 2118, they had seen the TV series of the early Witchfinders-General. They knew that pleading not guilty only resulted in hours of horrific public torture before being allowed to change to a guilty plea, only to be followed by a horrific public execution. Pleading guilty, on the other hand, spared them at least the torture and the public humiliation. Julie and Ashley knew they would be humiliated before they were executed, but they knew that, by pleading guilty, their humiliation would only be seen by the Witchfinder-General and his assistants. They also knew that, by pleading guilty, their execution would be swift and their naked bodies would be preserved pristine and awarded to the private collection of a conservative government functionary. In the early days, the Witchfinders-General publicly displayed the tortured, battered remains of women who had pleaded not guilty. It was a testament to the fear with which the population, especially the women, regarded the conservative government, especially the Witchfinders-General, that Julie and Ashley had, as with everyone else in 2118, seen old movies and TV shows depicting such tortured, battered remains, but had never seen such tortured, battered remains publicly displayed during their lifetimes.

As luck with have it, Julie and Ashley were the first for this newly-sworn-in Witchfinder-General, who was only a couple of years older than Ashley. He was a college graduate, but there was no openings for someone with his skill set, so he simply applied for the position. He was hired, thanks to his uncle, who was a local conservative functionary.

This new Witchfinder-General simply followed the manual handed to him after he was sworn in. Julie and Ashley had pleaded guilty, after which point the manual said to take them to the lower chambers and have them strip naked for their humiliation.

This new Witchfinder-General was not yet married, which meant that he had never seen a naked woman before now. One of the first laws to be passed after the outlawing of pornography and prostitution was the outlawing of pre-marital sex. Men who violated this law had to pay a hefty fine. Women who violated this law were brought before the Witchfinder-General.

This new Witchfinder-General fit the profile of Witchfinders-General. He felt no emotion at all as Julie and Ashley tearfully and sobbingly and clumsily removed each article of clothing before dropping it into the massive shredder whose loud hum accentuated their mental anguish.

Then, Julie and Ashley, faces tear-streaked, stood completely naked before the Witchfinder-General. They stood with their hands at their sides, breasts and pubic hairs in full view of the Witchfinder-General. They knew that, even if a woman pleaded guilty to witchcraft and was shown leniency, that leniency would be immediately revoked if they tried to hide their breasts and vaginas from the Witchfinder-General.

The Witchfinder-General just stood there and looked at them.

Julie and Ashley were terrified enough by his silence to stop crying. They had seen all the old movies and TV shows, but all of these had depicted women who had pleaded not guilty. Neither Julie nor Ashley, nor any other living person in 2118, knew exactly what happened after a woman pleaded guilty. There were no movies and shows about it, and Witchfinders-General were bound by their Code of Conduct regarding professional secrecy.

"I am curious," declared the Witchfinder-General, "Just what is witchcraft?" He asked this nonchalantly, as if he was asking what was on the menu at the cafeteria that day.

Julie and Ashley were taken aback...

But Ashley recovered first...and was quick-witted...

"May we demonstrate, My Lord?"

Julie snapped around to stare at Ashley. She had no more idea about what witchcraft was than did the Witchfinder-General. Then, she quickly snapped her head back forward, hoping with all her might that the Witchfinder-General had not noticed her reaction, hoping with all her might that he would not snarl and revoke his leniency like the Witchfinders-General in the movies and TV often did.

Julie need not have worried. The Witchfinder-General was too intrigued by Ashley's offer to notice her head movements.

The Witchfinder-General simply nodded up and down.

Ashley gripped Julie by the back of the head and forced her tongue halfway down Julie's throat before Julie could do anything.

Julie was overwhelmed by Ashley's suddeness. She was too startled to voice anything...at first..then, she felt her nipples and clitoris come alive.

Ashley broke free from Julie's mouth. Her mouth went down on Julie's right nipple, the thumb and forefingers of her right hand caressing Julie's left nipple in full view of the Witchfinder-General. The fingers of her left hand caressed the small of Julie's back..then, in turn, both of Julie's assecheeks...then started fiddling up and down Julie's asscrack.

Julie let out a load moan, louder than the hum of the still-going shredder that had destroyed Julie and Ashley's clothing and their last vestiges of dignity, when she felt Ashley's fingertips touch her asshairs.

Then, Julie grabbed Ashley by the back of her head, forcing her own tongue down Ashley's throat. Julie kept the back of Ashley's head firmly gripped in her right hand, while her left hand slid down Ashley's flat, firm belly, her fingers tantalizing Ashley's pubic hairs as they passed, before caressing Ashley's labiae.

Ashley groaned loudly in Julie's mouth and made to break away...but Julie's right hand kept Ashley's head and mouth firmly in place...while Julie's left hand moved swiftly around to smack Ashley on the ass.

This time, Ashley did break free...but did not get far as Julie's right hand held the top of her back in place, the fingers of Julie's left hand extending across Ashley's asscheeks to keep Ashley's ass in place, as Julie's lips slid down from Ashley's mouth...to Ashley's neck...to tantalize the space between Ashley's pert breasts.

Ashley's knees gave and Ashley began to fall backwards. Julie, weakened by the overwhelming surge of hormone she had never felt before, moved forward as Ashley fell back.

As Ashley slid, her back on the floor, Julie mirrored the move, her mouth naturally following, her tongue, in the process, caressing Ashley's belly...then Ashley's pubic hair...

Ashley let out a loud moan when Julie's lips and tongue hit paydirt and reached Ashley's clitoris and nipple. Ashley was about to cum when Julie pulled back kneeling up. Ashley opened her eyes and looked at Julie.

Julie took Ashley's right foot in hand, licking the sole, then the toes.

Neither Julie nor Ashley were working off of knowledge, or even cognition, now. The live, raging fires within their bodies told them what they had to do.

Instinctively, Julie and Ashley brought their pussies to bear and started tribbing. Julie and Ashley moaned ever so louder with each move the pelvis, until their moans drowned out the hum of the shredder that had destroyed their clothes. Their moans became so loud that the Witchfinder-General had to cover his ears.

Then, simultaneously, Julie and Ashley had a supernova of a mutual orgasm.

Julie and Ashley lay there breathless, hardly able to move.

Eventually...an eternity later, it seemed...they turned to look at the Witchfinder-General...and gasped.

The Witchfinder-General had had no concept of sex beyond what the textbooks said. He had never heard the word "orgasm," much less known what it was, much less experienced one himself. It was all too much for him.

When Julie and Ashley looked at the Witchfinder-General, he had fallen back, dead as a doornail from a massive heart attack.

Now, all Julie and Ashley had to do was escape.

 

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This one is not exactly a story as it is a scenario, one that expands on the 2118 universes I created in the story right above. I'll call this scenario, "Infidelity Arbitration in 2118."

On top of re-criminalizing witchcraft in order to keep a steady pace of executions, the conservative government decided to cut back on expenses by simplifying divorce laws to reduce the amount of nasty, long-lasting divorce cases before the courts.

If a woman who had been married to a man for five or more years caught her man having sex with another woman, she still had, in 2118, the ability to divorce him. The difference was that, in 2118, the woman had to first try Infidelity Arbitration, which worked in the following manner.

The woman who had been married to a man for five years or more who caught her man cheating on her with another woman first had to denounce the other woman to the authorities. The other woman was then arrested, stripped naked, hands bound behind her back and put in a small cell. The woman who caught her husband with the other woman then had two options, the punitive option and the reconciliatory option.

Under the punitive option, the woman was allowed to top the other woman in a BDSM session lasting between twenty-three and seventy-three hours. The woman could not kill, or inflict the death of, or cause permanent physical injury to the other woman, but, other than that, there was almost no limit to what she could do to the other woman.

For example, the woman could not whip the other woman harshly enough to leave marks, and she could not punch or repeatedly slap the other woman in the face.

On the other hand, the woman could cunt-bust the other woman, or force the other woman to submit to bastinado, or slap the other woman across the face once every 24 hours. If the other woman cried after being slapped, the woman could slap her immediately once more to reinforce the other woman's humiliation.

The woman could force the other woman to submit to electro-torture or tickle-torture or breathplay.

The woman could hose down the other woman with cold water or someone else's urine.

The woman could apply all manner and permutation of clamps and weights to whatever part of the other woman's flesh she chose.

The woman could force the other woman to spend hours bound to a cross, or on a wooden pony, or in a tight, cramped cage, or strappado.

The woman could force the other woman to take and hold large objects in the other woman's mouth, pussy and anus.

The woman could force the other woman to take an enema, etc.

The woman also had the option of videotaping the proceedings for her later viewing pleasure. In this case, the other woman could be either blindfolded or given a mask to protect the other woman's anonymity...but herein lay one of the limits on the woman, a limit written into place out of some vestige of a modicum of fair play.

The woman who opted for the punitive option on the other woman had to wear specially designed panties with highly sensitive electro-sensors. If these sensors detected electro-magnetic activity consistent with an orgasm around the woman's clitoris and labia, the woman would then be forced to sub to the other woman, who was allowed to do onto the woman what the woman had done to her.

Under the reconciliatory option, the other woman had to make love to the woman. If the other woman failed to give the woman an orgasm, or if the woman found the other woman's love-making to be in any way not to her liking, the woman retained the option of immediately converting to the punitive option.

Infidelity arbitration also covered men married five or more years to a woman who had caught their woman cheating. Men had similar, but not identical, punitive and reconciliatory options open to them.

For men, the punitive option explicitly allowed them to penetrate their cheating spouses from behind while subjecting them to BDSM, and specifically allowed them to orgasm all over their cheating wives' faces to humiliate them.

For men, the reconciliatory option involved compelling his wife to have sex with as many women of his choosing as he wanted.

By 2118, divorce courts were almost like deserted ghost-towns. Yet, for some reason, there was no significant abatement in the level of infidelity. Some speculated behind closed doors that couples were deliberately unfaithful, because they got a big kick out of Infidelity Arbitration. As it was, the law imposed no limit on the amount of times a woman or man could use Infidelity Arbitration.

 

[KvK]

Story time, inspired by this pic from the "Nude out of place" thread: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/nude-out-of-place.4875/page-122#lg=thread-4875&slide=18

I'll call this one "The Enlightenment."

Three hot 20-some college women, an American blonde, a British brunette and an Australian redhead, were hiking through a poor nation that had a rich cultural heritage. Unfortunately for them, they did not listen when they were told that that country had very strict laws which were thoroughly enforced.

The three got drunk and went to a historic pier and flashed everyone.

The police arrested them.

The judge found them guilty of desecrating national land. Now sober, and having spent the night in jail, the three women were terrified. Their cellmates had not touched them, but they told them that the judge was famous for handing out death sentences and was under pressure to show that he convicted Westerners too. Of course, being between drunk and hungover and terrified, the blonde, the brunette and the redhead took this at face value.

After the judge found them guilty, he made a speech.

"I could execute you. Your governments have agreed not to press for your case. But that would make me and my country look bad. What is more, you will have learned nothing..."

The judge sentenced the blonde, the brunette and the redhead to a week serving as human lighthouses, holding up lamps at night for ships at the pier. They were to spend this time fully naked.

Being close to the water, that pier got awful cold at night.

 

[KvK]

Story time! I'll call this one "Sentenced To Nudity."

Julie was a hot 40 year-old singe mother of two. She was used to getting her way on her looks alone, which was why she had a clean driving record...

until she was stopped by a traffic officer who unbeknownst to her, was a high school pal of her ex. The traffic officer charged her with "Misdeneanor Attempt to Bribe a Public Servant."

Julie pled guilty, thinking this would end with a fine.

"I would like to thank you, on behalf of the taxpayers, for saving us the cost of a trial," began the judge. "As it is, under these new sentencing guidelines, I now have a quota I need to fill each month. You see, certain demographics are overrepresented in the prison population.

"Ordinarily, I would fine you, but, this time of the month, I need to put someone of your demographic in prison to show that we are a just society where everyone is treated equally..."

Julie looked, stunned and speechless, at the judge.

"However," continued the judge, "Our prisons are overcrowded. Since you pled guilty, the new legislation allows me to meet you halfway. Since you are willing to cooperate with the court, I can sentence you to a month of nudity..."

"WHAT????" exclaimed Julie.

"The other option is a month in prison, and a criminal record. If you accept the sentence of a month of nudity, your record will be expunged after you complete your sentence..."

Julie had seen all the women in prison movies. Her ex was a big fan. She did not want to go to prison. She thought a sentence of a month of nudity would be served at home. Her ex would have custody during that month.

Julie accepted the sentence of a month of nudity. She was surprised when the court officers cuffed her. As she waited in the court cell, her surprise turned to fear and anticipation...

In the middle of the night two court officers took the still cuffed Julie to a van, and put her in the back. There were no windows where Julie was shackled to the seat of the van.

The van seemed to drive around in circles for hours.

Finally, the van stopped and the doors were thrown open. Julie was blinded by the bright glaring light. She was also tired, so she let the court officers lead her.

The court officers led her into a building. Into a room painted white with bright lights, where stood a table and two pretty but strong corrections officers, one a brunette, one a redhead.

"Welcome to Nudity Correctional Facility One," said the redhead unenthusiastically as the court officers removed their cuffs from Julie, "Please remove all your clothing and place it to the left of the table."

Julie slowly complied, partly out of fatigue, partly out of anticipation. Fear and arousal combated each other for dominion over her.

"Now, step over here," said the brunette to Julie once Julie had removed all her clothing. Julie complied and moved to the side of the table indicated by the brunette.

"Open your mouth...lift your tongue..shake out your hair...lift your right arm...now your left arm...now turn around...lift your right foot...now your left foot...Good...now turn back around, and bend over..."

Julie complied. She was surprised when, instead of poking her vagina and anus, the brunette, merely cuffed her and put her head on the table, facing right.

"Oh...yeah...I forgot..." said the brunette.

"Bitch!" Julie

"No! YOU are the bitch! This is MY house!" exclaimed the brunette as she grabbed a fistful of Julie's hair to make her point.

Julie let out a sound that was part cry, part moan, part sigh as gloved fingers forced their way into her vagina and anus, probing both holes for what seemed an eternity, before pulling out as roughly as they entered.

The redhead guard began to speak while the brunette still had Julie face on the table.

"Here is how it works here.

"You are sentenced to a month of nudity. You can serve the full month. You can also opt to serve less than the full month by cooperating with us..."

"What are you, some kind of secret prostitution ring?" exclaimed Julie.

The redhead smiled.

"I see you have seen all the movies...well, no, that is not how we operate. We operate on rewards...as in you are rewarded for each and every thing you do, even if it is not cooperation. For example, we are now going to reward you for having an attitude."

The brunette yanked Julie's head up until Julie was staring into the bright light. Before she knew it, a thick leather collar was fastened around her neck, and she felt her wrists being pulled up behind her, as well as a pull backwards on the collar. Julie could not see it, but the brunette had tied her cuffs to the collar. Julie tried to let her head go forward, but she only succeeded in moving it a little, her bound wrists and neck holding her back.

The brunette manhandled Julie out of the room and into a corridor.

Unlike the room she was just in, the corridor was not soundproofed. Several screams from women unseen tore at Julie's ears.

Julie urinated on the floor and on her bare feet. The brunette laughed. Oddly, the cold of the unforgiving floor did not send shivers up Julie's spine, but rather aroused her.

The brunette pushed Julie into a dark cell lit by a solitary lightbulb. Then, she unfastened Julie's cuffs from her collar, while keeping Julie cuffed. Julie let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't get too comfy...your reward for having a mouth is not over yet." said the brunette.

The brunette pulled down on Julie's cuffs while holding Julie straight by her collar. Julie's knees buckled.

But she did not fall. Julie did not fall because the brunette had fastened her collar to a hook hanging from the ceiling, while fastening Julie's cuffs to another chain and hook attached to the floor.

Julie was not standing. She was squatting. Her bound wrists prevented her from fully standing while her bound collar prevented her from sitting.

Still, the screams from women unseen rolled over Julie for what seemed an eternity. Eventually, Julie urinated again. Then she began to sob. That was when the redhead walked into her cell.

"OK," began the redhead, unfastening Julie's cuffs from the floor, seemingly not hearing the screams from women unseen, "Now, that I have a minute, let me fully explain the rewards system here.

"Those screams you hear are not recordings. They are coming from other inmates.

"We are not torturing these women. We are rewarding them for cooperating with us.

"Like you last night, they had the option of serving their full month of nudity. They opted to serve less time.

"One of the women screaming is being bastinaoed. Another is hanging from a Saint Andrew's Cross. Another is having an enema. They all volunteered to receive these treatments, and as a result, they will be released early, their sentences expunged.

"Since you have been cooperating with us since last night by not being mouthy, I am rewarding you by letting you stand up. We start small and work our way to the bgger things, like the crucifixion option."

The redhead then unfastened Julie's collar from the ceiling.

"So, here is your first option, Julie. You can get on your knees..."

Julie got on her knees instinctively. She was only partly terrified when the redhead started undoing her pants to reveal a full bush.

"You next option, Julie, is to give me head."

"Why not? I did it a couple of times in college." thought Julie, only she said it as well as thought it.

Julie proceeded to lick the redhead's bush, then her labiae, then her clitoris, until the redhead pulled Julie back away by the hair.

"Hmmm...I've had better," commented the redhead, "Plus, you were mouthy again...so, here is your next option...you can lick your piss off of the floor, or I can re-fasten your collar..."

The idea of licking her piss did not appeal to Julie, so the redhead refastened her collar...only, this time, pulling the chain up so Julie was standing on her tippee-toes to avoid choking.

"Still don 't want to lick up your piss? Oh, now you do want to lick up your piss. Good! You are getting the hang of this. After you finish, I'll let you sleep so you can rest up for tomorrow's options."

 

[KvK]

Story Time! I'll call this one "The Day Came."

Clare had almost forgotten that this day could come. She was in her forties. She had two kids and an ex-husband. She was hot and blonde. She worked in an office.

Jaimie thought she knew it all at the age of 19. She was acing most of her courses. She was doing so because she was sleeping with her professors, but "an A is an A is an A!" She was hot and a brunette.

Now, they both sat handcuffed to the bench of a holding cell.

Clare and Jaimie, you see, were Canadians who were in the US illegally.

Clare was apprehensive. So was Jaimie, but Jaimie put on a tough street look to hide her apprehension. Both women had noticed each other, but were not in a mood for introductions.

After what seemed like a terrible eternity, a plainclothed male immigration officer walked in. He had a broad smile on his face, a smile that made Clare and Jaimie sicj to their stomachs.

"Clare and Jaimie, Clare and Jaimie, Clare and Jaimie..." began the officer in a mocking tone, "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Let us call our lawyers!" shot out Jaimie.

The officer let out a laugh.

"Jaimie, Jaimie, Jaimie..." he responded when he finally controlled his guffaws, "You seen too many Law&order episodes. You think that shit's real."

"But...we have...rights..." Clare managed to get out.

The officer turned to her, still smiling.

"Sure, you do, Clare...You got rights...and I got discretion...and lots of evidence...as in enough that, one phone call from me and you are both on a bus to Canada, banned from entering America for twenty years...how will your kids like that, Clare?"

Clare began to sob. Jaimie's eyes stayed rock hard with hate...but her lip began to just perceptibly tremble.

"Awwww...don't cry, Clare!" said the officer in a mocking tone, "Like I said, I have discretion...you see, aside from the fact that you are here illegally, you have clean sheet...I could just let you go with a written order to get your status squared away..."

"You PIG!" shot out Jaimie, "You'd make this poor woman have sex with you? You are disgusting!"

The officer turned back to Jaimie. The smile had gone from his face.

"Like I said, Jaimie...I have discretion...that could go both ways, you know...as in, if you don;t stop eye-fucking me right now, being deported will be the last thing you have to worry about..."

"Where are you going to dump the bodies, then?" shot back Jaimie.

The smile came back on the officer's face.

"Aw, Jaimie! Looks like my source was right. You are fucking your way through college...you're not that smart, are you?"

No response from Jaimie, other than an intensification of the hate and anger in her glare at the officer.

"OK, missy, since me being nice doesn't work, let's try it my way...kiss Clare...right now...French style!"

"Fuck YOU!" shot back Jaimie.

The officer laughed.

"I was hoping you'd say that! See, the two uniformed officers who picked you up had a lot of pick-ups to do today, so they cut corners. They forgot a certain formality...SERGEANT, AGENTS!"

Six butch uniformed female immigration officers stepped into the cell. Two of them uncuffed Jaimie and Clare from the bench while the other four forcefully grabbed Jaimie and Clare by the limbs. Then, they manhandled Jaimie and Clare up...

...and began removing their clothes.

Clare sobbed and moaned. The officers ignored her.

Jaimie resisted. One butch officer punched her in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of her.

Minutes later, the butch officers held Jaimie and Clare upright by the arms, with one officer holding both women's hair back so that they were forced to look at the male officer.

Jaimie and Clare were as naked as they days they were born.

"Okay..."began the male officer after Jaimie caught her breath, "See...like I said, I have discretion. I also have a little patience. So, now that you know who is in charge, here, I am going to give you another chance...Jaimie, French kiss Clare...now!"

No response from Jaimie.

"Okay, have it your way...Sergeants, officers, there was a box unchecked in the booking slip..."

Clare's head was forced back. Rude fingers inserted themselves in her mouth. Then, Clare was bent over. She wailed as even ruder fingers forced their way into her vagnia and anus, staying there for what seemed forever, feeling like they were deliberately trying to tear her vagina and anus apart. Clare started to scream and cry.

"You can stop this at any time, Jaimie..." said the male officer. "Look, I know you don't know Clare hear from Adam, but you showed empathy for her when you called me a 'pig'...."

Jaimie had begun to cry.

"OK, that's enough." The male officer told his butch colleagues who were searching Clare. "Pull her up...."

"Clare, Clare...like I said, other than being in the country illegally, you have a clean sheet. Jaimie, over here, on the other hand, is a party girl. Look what she let me do to you. Now, I know you have a sense of justice...so, just tell me and I'll have my Sergeant and subordinates search her too. I'll make them search nice, and deep and good so that they will hear Jaimie's screams all the way back home in Canada..."

"No. NO!" Clare finally forced out between sobs, "I'll kiss her and be done with it!"

"Ahhh...I see...you don't play poker, do you Clare? See, the stakes have gone up. Thanks to Jaimie over there playing tough, a kiss isn't going to cut it any longer...no, now, you two will have to make love...and not just kissy-touchy Skinemax love...I mean tongues in pussies and assholes deep so we all can see them."

"FUCK YOU!" spat out Jaimie.

The officer just laughed and nodded to his colleagues. The butch officers manhandled and searched Jaimie as brutally as the male officer said they would. But Jaimie did not scream. The look of hateful defiance never left her eyes, even when it felt like all those fingers were deliberately trying to pull her vagina and anus apart. While the butch officers were searching Jaimie, Clare had, somehow, found the strength to stop sobbing.

The male officer turned to Clare.

"OK, Clare...looks like I am not going to get anything out of Jaimie...tell you what...since you have been cooperative, I am going to give you a break...I'm going to give you one of my subordinates' ASP batons. All you have to do is shove it up Jaimie's ass..."

"I...can't...do...that..."

"Oh, that's OK. One of my subordinates will do most of the shoving since you are arms are tired. All I need for you to do is have your hand around the baton so you be part of buttfucking Jaimie..."

"No! I can't do that...to another...human being!"

"Oh! I see the problem. It is just a bit of miscommunication. You, see, you think you are still a human being. No problem. We have a technique to clear up that misunderstanding..."

"With that, the male officer nodded to his colleagues. Two butch officers stepped out of the room while the remaining four sat Jaimie and Clare back down and the bench and cuffed them both back to the bench. Then the two butch officers who had stepped out of the room stepped back in.

Each of these two butch officers had a hose in her hands.

Both Jaimie's and Clare's eyes grew wide with terror.

Without preamble, the officers turned on the hoses.

Walls of arctic-cold water hit Jaimie and Clare in the stomach. Jaimie and Clare both screamed, but, before they even had a chance to instinctively bend at the liquid fists that pounded their stomachs, the sprays went up to their sternums. So powerful were the sprays that Jaimie's and Clare's backs were slammed back against the wall.

The cruel sprays then slapped Jaimie's and Clare's breasts. Amidst their screams, Jaimie and Clare instinctively turned their heads to the side, in anticipation of the sprays hitting their faces.

But the sprays went in the opposite direction, where Jaimie and Clare were not expecting them to go. The sprays hit like a fist at both women's genitlia, knocking the breath out of them, forcing them to lean forward.

At that, the male officer nodded. The hoses were turned off.

Jaimie and Clare were leaning forward from the bench. Another nod from the male officer led to them being uncuffed and falling on the floor.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" barked the male officer.

Slowly, amidst their dry heaves, Jaimie and Clare looked up.

The male officer was holding a towel in each hand. Clare made for one of the towels, but the male officer pulled back.

"Uh-UH! No Desert until I get my dinner. Lick each other's pussies and assholes, then I give you the towels..."

Several minutes passed.

"Okay...since, that's how you want to play it..."

Hands grabbed each of Jaimie's and Clare's limbs and Jaimie's and Clare's hair. The hands maintained their tight grips even though both Jaimie and Clare were wet and slippery. The hands manhandled Jaimie and Clare out of the holding cell and into a corridor, and then into a room whose bright light hurt Jaimie's and Clare's eyes enough to shut them.

Jaimie and Clare felt themselves being placed on flat, extremely cold surfaces. Then, they felt their wrists and ankles being pulled away from them and manacled. Then, they heard the male officer's voice.

"Okay, I've had my fun for the day. Since I'm in a good mood, I'm gonna let you go in a bit. I just need one favor from you..."

No response from either Jaimie or Clare. The male officer did not seem to have noticed.

"The both of you probably know other illegals as well. I'm gonna let you go, on the condition that you come back to me in a week with the names of ten other illegals each."

"NO!" This time it was Clare.

"Okay, Clare...if that's how you want to play it...Jaimie...how about you?"


"F-f-f-fFUCK YOU!"

"Good, we are in agreement then!"

Jaimie and Clare heard a whirring start up. It only took them seconds to understand that the whirring was from a fan that blew cool air over their chilled bodies. But before their bodies had a chance to instinctively get one cycle of shivers out, another whirring sound began. Amidst their shivering, Jamie and Clare felt their heads and torsos coming up while their asses and legs went down.

Slowly, it dawned on Jaimie and Clare that they were manacled like two human X's to slabs. Slowly, their full body weights were now focused on their crotches. Jaimie and Clare instinctively tried to pull up with their arms and wrists and push up with their legs and ankles, trying to push and pull away from that terrible, excruciating pain in their crotches. But their arms and legs and backs were still wet from the hosing, so they just slid back into the indescribable agony.

"See..."began the male officer, "I am going to get my now twenty names of illegals from each of you by next week. It's just that, now, on top of me getting my twenty names from each of you, each of you is going to do the 'Up-Down-Up-Down' dance, as I like to call it, in place for a couple of hours...oh, and, by the way, there are cameras recording both of you in case a silly word like 'lawyer' should pop into your head in the meantime."

 

[Barbaria1]

Story Time! I'll call this one "The Day Came."

Clare had almost forgotten that this day could come. She was in her forties. She had two kids and an ex-husband. She was hot and blonde. She worked in an office.

Jaimie thought she knew it all at the age of 19. She was acing most of her courses. She was doing so because she was sleeping with her professors, but "an A is an A is an A!" She was hot and a brunette.

Now, they both sat handcuffed to the bench of a holding cell.

Clare and Jaimie, you see, were Canadians who were in the US illegally.

Clare was apprehensive. So was Jaimie, but Jaimie put on a tough street look to hide her apprehension. Both women had noticed each other, but were not in a mood for introductions.

After what seemed like a terrible eternity, a plainclothed male immigration officer walked in. He had a broad smile on his face, a smile that made Clare and Jaimie sicj to their stomachs.

"Clare and Jaimie, Clare and Jaimie, Clare and Jaimie..." began the officer in a mocking tone, "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Let us call our lawyers!" shot out Jaimie.

The officer let out a laugh.

"Jaimie, Jaimie, Jaimie..." he responded when he finally controlled his guffaws, "You seen too many Law&order episodes. You think that shit's real."

"But...we have...rights..." Clare managed to get out.

The officer turned to her, still smiling.

"Sure, you do, Clare...You got rights...and I got discretion...and lots of evidence...as in enough that, one phone call from me and you are both on a bus to Canada, banned from entering America for twenty years...how will your kids like that, Clare?"

Clare began to sob. Jaimie's eyes stayed rock hard with hate...but her lip began to just perceptibly tremble.

"Awwww...don't cry, Clare!" said the officer in a mocking tone, "Like I said, I have discretion...you see, aside from the fact that you are here illegally, you have clean sheet...I could just let you go with a written order to get your status squared away..."

"You PIG!" shot out Jaimie, "You'd make this poor woman have sex with you? You are disgusting!"

The officer turned back to Jaimie. The smile had gone from his face.

"Like I said, Jaimie...I have discretion...that could go both ways, you know...as in, if you don;t stop eye-fucking me right now, being deported will be the last thing you have to worry about..."

"Where are you going to dump the bodies, then?" shot back Jaimie.

The smile came back on the officer's face.

"Aw, Jaimie! Looks like my source was right. You are fucking your way through college...you're not that smart, are you?"

No response from Jaimie, other than an intensification of the hate and anger in her glare at the officer.

"OK, missy, since me being nice doesn't work, let's try it my way...kiss Clare...right now...French style!"

"Fuck YOU!" shot back Jaimie.

The officer laughed.

"I was hoping you'd say that! See, the two uniformed officers who picked you up had a lot of pick-ups to do today, so they cut corners. They forgot a certain formality...SERGEANT, AGENTS!"

Six butch uniformed female immigration officers stepped into the cell. Two of them uncuffed Jaimie and Clare from the bench while the other four forcefully grabbed Jaimie and Clare by the limbs. Then, they manhandled Jaimie and Clare up...

...and began removing their clothes.

Clare sobbed and moaned. The officers ignored her.

Jaimie resisted. One butch officer punched her in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of her.

Minutes later, the butch officers held Jaimie and Clare upright by the arms, with one officer holding both women's hair back so that they were forced to look at the male officer.

Jaimie and Clare were as naked as they days they were born.

"Okay..."began the male officer after Jaimie caught her breath, "See...like I said, I have discretion. I also have a little patience. So, now that you know who is in charge, here, I am going to give you another chance...Jaimie, French kiss Clare...now!"

No response from Jaimie.

"Okay, have it your way...Sergeants, officers, there was a box unchecked in the booking slip..."

Clare's head was forced back. Rude fingers inserted themselves in her mouth. Then, Clare was bent over. She wailed as even ruder fingers forced their way into her vagnia and anus, staying there for what seemed forever, feeling like they were deliberately trying to tear her vagina and anus apart. Clare started to scream and cry.

"You can stop this at any time, Jaimie..." said the male officer. "Look, I know you don't know Clare hear from Adam, but you showed empathy for her when you called me a 'pig'...."

Jaimie had begun to cry.

"OK, that's enough." The male officer told his butch colleagues who were searching Clare. "Pull her up...."

"Clare, Clare...like I said, other than being in the country illegally, you have a clean sheet. Jaimie, over here, on the other hand, is a party girl. Look what she let me do to you. Now, I know you have a sense of justice...so, just tell me and I'll have my Sergeant and subordinates search her too. I'll make them search nice, and deep and good so that they will hear Jaimie's screams all the way back home in Canada..."

"No. NO!" Clare finally forced out between sobs, "I'll kiss her and be done with it!"

"Ahhh...I see...you don't play poker, do you Clare? See, the stakes have gone up. Thanks to Jaimie over there playing tough, a kiss isn't going to cut it any longer...no, now, you two will have to make love...and not just kissy-touchy Skinemax love...I mean tongues in pussies and assholes deep so we all can see them."

"FUCK YOU!" spat out Jaimie.

The officer just laughed and nodded to his colleagues. The butch officers manhandled and searched Jaimie as brutally as the male officer said they would. But Jaimie did not scream. The look of hateful defiance never left her eyes, even when it felt like all those fingers were deliberately trying to pull her vagina and anus apart. While the butch officers were searching Jaimie, Clare had, somehow, found the strength to stop sobbing.

The male officer turned to Clare.

"OK, Clare...looks like I am not going to get anything out of Jaimie...tell you what...since you have been cooperative, I am going to give you a break...I'm going to give you one of my subordinates' ASP batons. All you have to do is shove it up Jaimie's ass..."

"I...can't...do...that..."

"Oh, that's OK. One of my subordinates will do most of the shoving since you are arms are tired. All I need for you to do is have your hand around the baton so you be part of buttfucking Jaimie..."

"No! I can't do that...to another...human being!"

"Oh! I see the problem. It is just a bit of miscommunication. You, see, you think you are still a human being. No problem. We have a technique to clear up that misunderstanding..."

"With that, the male officer nodded to his colleagues. Two butch officers stepped out of the room while the remaining four sat Jaimie and Clare back down and the bench and cuffed them both back to the bench. Then the two butch officers who had stepped out of the room stepped back in.

Each of these two butch officers had a hose in her hands.

Both Jaimie's and Clare's eyes grew wide with terror.

Without preamble, the officers turned on the hoses.

Walls of arctic-cold water hit Jaimie and Clare in the stomach. Jaimie and Clare both screamed, but, before they even had a chance to instinctively bend at the liquid fists that pounded their stomachs, the sprays went up to their sternums. So powerful were the sprays that Jaimie's and Clare's backs were slammed back against the wall.

The cruel sprays then slapped Jaimie's and Clare's breasts. Amidst their screams, Jaimie and Clare instinctively turned their heads to the side, in anticipation of the sprays hitting their faces.

But the sprays went in the opposite direction, where Jaimie and Clare were not expecting them to go. The sprays hit like a fist at both women's genitlia, knocking the breath out of them, forcing them to lean forward.

At that, the male officer nodded. The hoses were turned off.

Jaimie and Clare were leaning forward from the bench. Another nod from the male officer led to them being uncuffed and falling on the floor.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" barked the male officer.

Slowly, amidst their dry heaves, Jaimie and Clare looked up.

The male officer was holding a towel in each hand. Clare made for one of the towels, but the male officer pulled back.

"Uh-UH! No Desert until I get my dinner. Lick each other's pussies and assholes, then I give you the towels..."

Several minutes passed.

"Okay...since, that's how you want to play it..."

Hands grabbed each of Jaimie's and Clare's limbs and Jaimie's and Clare's hair. The hands maintained their tight grips even though both Jaimie and Clare were wet and slippery. The hands manhandled Jaimie and Clare out of the holding cell and into a corridor, and then into a room whose bright light hurt Jaimie's and Clare's eyes enough to shut them.

Jaimie and Clare felt themselves being placed on flat, extremely cold surfaces. Then, they felt their wrists and ankles being pulled away from them and manacled. Then, they heard the male officer's voice.

"Okay, I've had my fun for the day. Since I'm in a good mood, I'm gonna let you go in a bit. I just need one favor from you..."

No response from either Jaimie or Clare. The male officer did not seem to have noticed.

"The both of you probably know other illegals as well. I'm gonna let you go, on the condition that you come back to me in a week with the names of ten other illegals each."

"NO!" This time it was Clare.

"Okay, Clare...if that's how you want to play it...Jaimie...how about you?"


"F-f-f-fFUCK YOU!"

"Good, we are in agreement then!"

Jaimie and Clare heard a whirring start up. It only took them seconds to understand that the whirring was from a fan that blew cool air over their chilled bodies. But before their bodies had a chance to instinctively get one cycle of shivers out, another whirring sound began. Amidst their shivering, Jamie and Clare felt their heads and torsos coming up while their asses and legs went down.

Slowly, it dawned on Jaimie and Clare that they were manacled like two human X's to slabs. Slowly, their full body weights were now focused on their crotches. Jaimie and Clare instinctively tried to pull up with their arms and wrists and push up with their legs and ankles, trying to push and pull away from that terrible, excruciating pain in their crotches. But their arms and legs and backs were still wet from the hosing, so they just slid back into the indescribable agony.

"See..."began the male officer, "I am going to get my now twenty names of illegals from each of you by next week. It's just that, now, on top of me getting my twenty names from each of you, each of you is going to do the 'Up-Down-Up-Down' dance, as I like to call it, in place for a couple of hours...oh, and, by the way, there are cameras recording both of you in case a silly word like 'lawyer' should pop into your head in the meantime."

ICE strikes again. Canadians beware!

 

[Kathy]

ICE strikes again. Canadians beware!

 

[KvK]

Story time! I'll call this one "From Cruelty To Contest."

An ultraconservative administration had taken over and imposed harsh, draconian restrictions on the right to protest.

To protest these restrictions, and to stand up for their brand of justice, a group of college-aged and older women broke into a local pharmaceutical laboratory and freed all the test animals.

This was a major miscalculation on the women's part for two reasons. First, the administration, and the fanatic judges it appointed, were just itching for a fight. Second, many members of the administration held stock in the pharmaceutical company in question.

There was a mass sentencing of the women who freed the animals. The administration, being ultraconservative, instructed the judges not to give them lengthy prison sentences, as these would cost more taxpayer money. The administration, being ultraconservative, also signaled lower court judges that the judges it appointed to the Supreme Court, would overlook cases appealed to the Supreme Court on the grounds of Cruel and Unusual Punishment.

One particularly sadistic judge had a 19 year-old redhead, a 40 year-old blonde and 30-something year old brunette in front of him. The sadistic judge smiled.

"So, you like the animals..." the judge began, "Well...this court aims to please. Since you like animals, you will be treated like animals."

The redhead was sentenced to be stripped naked, bound to a mechanical rodeo horse and forced to ride it until the audience was satisfied.

The brunette was sentenced to be stripped naked and held in a small dog cage for a full day, wrists manacled behind her back so the whole world could see her nudity.

The blonde was passionate about sea creatures. So, the judge sentenced her to the cruelest fate of all. He sentenced the blonde to be stripped naked, hands manacled behind her back so all the world could see her nudity. Then, she would be placed in a plexiglass tank, whose top cover was custom-shaped so that the blonde could stick her nose, her mouth or her eyes up top while standing on her tippee-toes, but not more than one of these three. Then, the plexiglass case was to be filled with frigid water, and the blonde would have to spend a whole day on frigid water, which only took just a little of the pressure off of her tippee-toes, which meant it would be a day-long struggle for the blonde to keep either her mouth or her nose above the water and not drown.

For the first several hours, the sentences were pure agony for the women.

Then something completely unexpected happened.

The women's brains subconsciously accepted the predicament their bodies were in. The women then consciously began to fight back the only way they could.

They mentally forced themselves to turn their agonies into ecstasies. Then, right at the last minute of their sentences, all three women had a room-shaking super-nova of an orgasm. The plexiglass of the blonde's case cracked.

The new president looked at this, surprised as everyone else. Then, the new president's entrepreneurial side kicked in.

"Ya know what?" began the new president, "We outta make a reality tv contest out of this. Women across this great land of ours can compete. Since we are 'conservative,' on paper at least, they will think they are giving us the finger by orgasming in public. Let them think that, as long as it generates revenue."

"But," protested the president's chief of staff, "All our religious voters..."

"Religion, shmeligion!" replied the new president, "They like their money too, so we'll just kick a little of it back to them. They won't object, just see."

 

[KvK]

Story Time! I'll call this one "Woman's Essence."

Thousands of spring breakers were being held in government quarantine instead of being allowed back to college. There was a new pandemic, and the new administration decided to take no chances. The spring breakers would be quarantined for six weeks, effectively ending their semesters.

The spring breakers were not too thrilled about this. I mean, yeah, it was cool not to have any more classes until September, but government facilities were not exactly Acapulco either.

Then one day, the nation's chief medical researcher addressed all the spring breakers by closed circuit TV.

"As you know, there is a new pandemic sweeping the world and this country. The pandemic is why you are in a government quarantine facility and not back at school.

"There is something some of you, at least, can do to help, however. The nation, the world, needs volunteers.

"Some of you are biology students, some of you are biochemistry students, so you will be able to confirm to your fellow students the validity of what I am about to propose to you, as well as the chemical formulae I will send out to you after I am done speaking.

"Practically every medical and biological researcher who is not sick has been put on vaccine/cure for this pandemic duty.

"As well, science has argued for some time now, and with a degree of valid evidence to back up this argument, that women, because they have to undergo the terrible agony of childbirth, are actually more resistant to pain than men, who do not have to undergo the agony of childbirth.

"We have some theories on why this is based on different hormones, and different hormonal levels, between women and men.

"Just a few days ago, one team of medical and biological researchers has found a way to isolate and stabilise in vitro a certain concentration of hormone present in women between the ages of 19 and 40. What is more, that team was able to pair that concentration with a compound which we know kills, in vitro, the microorganismthat causes the pandemic, and, with this combination, create a delivery device that kills the microorganism in question in test mice.

"Long story short, we have, in theory, something that can end this pandemic.

"The problem is, the concentration of female hormones we found is usually only reached during childbirth, or other extreme conditions. Today, there are not enough women giving birth for us to generate a steady enough supply of that concentration of hormones from that population.

"We also, ethically and for reasons of time--we need a cure QUICKLY--cannot ask all female spring breakers to get pregnant and go through natural childbirth so we can collect enough of a supply of that concentration of female hormones.

"What we can do is subject volunteers to situations of stress for several weeks so that their bodies will produce the concentration of female hormones we need. We have already designed several situations of stress that will last a month. We need it to last a month because that, as you know, is how long a women's ovulation cycle lasts, and we want to get that concentration of hormone throughout the cycle to see if we can also develop and even more efficient delivery mechanism.

"Some of you will think I am pulling a scam on you. In this day and age of social media, I do not blame you. That is why, as soon as I am done talking, PowerPoints of the chemical formulae of the concentration of female hormones we need and of the compound that kills the microorganism, as well as the part of the microorganism's DNA that is targeted, will be sent to you. The biochemists among you--and there are some who are Masters and PhD students in this field--will confirm to you everything I just said.

"What I--what the world--needs is every brave woman among you to volunteer to be put in situations of hourly and daily stress for a month. I cannot tell you at this point exactly what the stressors will be, since the shock value is also related to the concentration of hormones we need. Suffice it to say, it will not be an easy month at all.

"As thanks to those who volunteer, the president has ordered the Treasury to buy out the student loans of all volunteers and then write them off. The president has also ordered the Treasury to not collect income taxes for this fiscal year for all volunteers and their parents. That is a hit to government revenues of over a billion dollars. It is also a sign of how desperate we are. As well, for any volunteer who either is in America illegally, o who has relatives who are, the president has ordered ICE to give them green cards

"Thank you very much."

To a single woman, every female spring breaker smashed the stereotype of the self-absorbed millennial and volunteered. There were already scientists at the quarantine facilities who had each woman fill out a form with questions as to identity, address, medical and sexual histories, sexual likes and dislikes

They were picked up in special vans and taken to test facilities. They were told that their stress situations would start the minute they entered the facility, and that blood samples would be collected from them periodically.

First, each woman was taken, one by one, to a small room. In that room was a tupperware box with a serial number and three burly females in law enforcement-pattern camouflage.

The women were told that they would be strip-searched to establish their baseline reactions to adversity. Each woman was then told to remove each and every single item of clothing and place it in the tupperware box, then to put both hands against the wall and spread her legs.

Once the women were naked and against the wall, one burly female took the box away, while one burly female each put both hands around the woman's wrists and proceed to sweep back across the women's arms until they reached the women's chests. They repeated this drill for each woman's legs. Then, the women felt hands going through their hair, ears and noses. The women were then told to open their mouths. Fingers probed their mouths.

Then fingers probed their vaginas and anuses. The women reacted to this in a variety of ways. Some cursed. They burly females said nothing. Some collapsed in tears and the humiliation. The burly females caught them before they hit the floor and comforted them.

Blood from each woman was then taken.

Then, the women were taken to another room. For some, this second room had a cot, a mattress and a blanket on it. For some, this second room only had a mattress, and was chilly.

"It is cold in here!" declared most of the women taken to the latter type of room, before asking for blankets. The burly females responded that due to the haste of setting up this program, there were not enough blankets to go around.

In reality, this was the second stressful situation for the women taken to the latter type of room. The women who had been taken to the type of room which had a cot, mattress and blanket, had all responded that they were either bi- or lesbian on the questionnaire. The women who had been taken to the chilly rooms with just a mattress had all responded on the questionnaire that they were straight. The stressor for this latter group of women was that they would have to spend the night in a rather small and chilly room with another naked woman. All the rooms in all the test facilities were wired to monitor each woman's vital signs and physical activity.

In the morning, the burly females collected blood from this latter group of women and revealed to them what their stressor was. The burly females then told those women in this latter who group who had not used each other for blankets the night before that, after breakfast, they would have a choice regarding their first stressor of the day. They could either make love to the other woman on the mattress, or have the regularly assigned, but as of yet unknown to the women, stressor. Some women took up the offer of this stressor, some did not. Blood was then again collected from the women who chose this stressor. The women who did not choose this stressor were then taken to a dark room and bound wrist, forearm, ankle and calf to a chair. Suddenly, a large screen came to life in front of these women, screens that showed compilations of lesbian porn--ranging from sweet kissing and caressing to oil orgies to lesbian BDSM--all morning. Blood was then collected from these women.

For the initial days of the program, the stressors assigned to each woman reflected the woman's answers on the questionnaires. For example, women who wrote down "NO!" to anal, were given enemas, and encouraged and coached by the burly women to hold them in as long as they could, on the first day. Each successive day after that, these women were given progressively larger anal beads, then buttplugs, and finally a full Lexington Steele/Ron Jeremy-sized dildo up their anuses, blood being collected after each phase.

Women who had histories of anxiety or panic disorders were kept bound in small closet-like rooms for hours. Women with a fear of hieghts were made to stand for hours on glass below which was the image of a tiny street several stories below.

The program being designed by the best researchers in the country, the people running it knew that they could not count on each and every single volunteer woman to have a particular fear or stressor such as indicated above. So, the program also included general stressors applicable all volunteer women.

For example, after a couple of days into the program, each woman was cuffed when not eating or using the toilet. A couple of days later, each woman was cuffed to a sturdy pole next to her bed while she slept. A couple of days later, each woman was shackled as well. A couple of days later, each woman had to sleep with wrists and ankles bound to poles at the corners of her bed. Her wrists and ankles restraints were loose enough that the woman could still move in bed, but tight enough that each woman spent the remaining nights spreadeagled. A couple of nights after this, the thermostat in each woman's room was set specifically so that the temperature matched the woman perfectly...and all the blankets were taken away.

Hours after the introduction of each of the progression of stressors , the women's blood was taken.

Some stressors were, because of their nature and because of the ethical constraints the researchers adhered to, strictly voluntary. For example, a woman volunteer could volunteer to be spanked, bastinadoed, ride the wooden pony, receive electroshocks and/or Oral B's on various parts of her flesh, be waterboarded, or be lightly whipped on her breasts, clitoris and labiae. Researchers were surprised that well over 90% of the volunteer women had volunteered for each of these voluntary stressors, this after sveral weeks of almost non-stop stressors. This led to a critical rethink of the end-phase of the program.

On the third to last day, the women's cuffs and manacled were removed. Researchers then told the women that they were impressed with the women's response rate to the voluntary stressors. They then told the volunteer women that, because of this entirely unexpected response rate, the program had been modified with one final big stressor, entirely voluntary, during the last forty-eight hours of the program. The women who volunteered would be be bound to Saint Andrew's Cross, which would then be raised. The women could ask to come down at any time, and any woman who so asked would be taken down. Otherwise, the women would be encouraged to stay up on the Saint Andrew's Cross until she either fainted or had an orgasm. Since this was an intense stressor, the researchers told the women that they would give them all a day with no stressors. Those who did not volunteer for this final stressor could collect their clothes and return home.

Each and every single woman volunteered for this final stressor. Each and every single woman stayed up on the Saint Andrew's Cross until she orgasmed or fainted. If this response rate did not astound the researchers enough, each woman who fainted, when revived, did not ask to be released, but rather demanded[/ to be put back on the Saint Andrew's Cross until she too came.

One result of the program was that the government collected enough of the necessary concentration of female hormone to clear the country of the pandemic. Another result was that, in the months after the program, there suddenly appeared an acute shortage of lumber in areas where a high concentration of volunteer women lived.

 

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Story time! Inspired by this post http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/modern-women-prefer-women.7569/page-27#post-514899

I'll call this one "Quarantine Penalty."

The government, and every one else with access to the Internet, noticed that young people were ignoring orders to practice social distancing. So, the government passed emergency legislation.

Hazmat-suited police showed up at gatherings of young people and arrested them all under the emergency legislation.

Hot young women who were arrested and who could be tried as adults were given an option. They could either pay a hefty fine, or they could become models for a government run solo porn site. These young women, having grown up in the age of the Internet, immediately thought "Oh, OK! All I have to do is walk around naked and masturbate a couple of times a day for fourteen days. Cool!"

Alas, there was more to it than that.

The government run solo porn site was indeed a solo site in that, in the name of observing social distancing, the government cameras filmed the convicted young women who went for this option while they were in quarantine from everyone else...

...but it did not allow the convicted young women to merely walk around naked and masturbate for fourteen days.

Instead, the convicted young women had to do what paying members told them to do for fourteen days. For this purpose, the government gave each convicted young woman who chose this option a large box, containing all manner of BDSM implements and sex toys.

Of the sex toys, the dildos were generally larger in diameter than the convicted young woman's anus. Unsurprisingly, many viewers told many convicted young women to dildo their asses. Almost universally, those convicted young women who had never done anal before cried before, during and after taking their first dildo up their asses. Some convicted young women who had done anal and liked made the mistake of proclaiming this to the camera and to viewers. Viewers then suggested that they bastinado themselves twenty times per foot, among other things.

Among the BDSM implements were small cattle prods. Many viewers told many convicted women to shock themselves. Kinder viewers told the convicted young women to shock themselves on the thigh or on the ass. Less kind viewers told the convicted young women to shock themselves on their breasts, and on the soles of their feet. Even less kind viewers told the convicted young men to shock themselves on their breasts, labiae and soles of their feet fifty times. The last kind viewers told the women to shock themselves in the anus.

There were also feathers and Oral B toothbrushes. Some viewers told the convicted young women to tickle themselves. Less kind viewers told the convicted young women to tickle themselves in the armpits and navels. The least kind viewers told the convicted young women to tickle themselves on the soles of their feet and on their anuses.

Kind viewers told the convicted young women to merely play like they were crop-whipping themselves on the breasts and the butt. Less kind viewers typed to the convicted young women "Ever hear of Elite Pan? He-he!"

Some viewers did not need the convicted young women to use anything in the box. These viewers simply had the convicted young women shove as many fingers as they could up their vaginas and anuses.

Near the end of the fourteen days of the sentences, a large majority of convicted women, instead of crying when asked to do anal or to shock or whip themselves, came to have volcanic orgasms upon being asked to do these activities. On the 13th day of the sentence, it was not uncommon for a convicted young woman to have a volcanic orgasm merely at the sight of a supersized dildo, a cattle prod, a crop whip or a feather.

 

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Story Time! Inspired by the following post:

Whip, prod, or collar?

Historically, the whip was right there with chains as the iconic tool of slavery and punishment. A manual, hands-on method of both on-the-spot motivation and punitive torture. And so it's natural that we carru this image forward into our own depictions of such things, whenever they are set. But...

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I'll call this one "Virtual Crux"

Britney was a hot, petite 19 year-old brunette. Her problem was that she did not think social distancing rules applied to her.

After several tickets, the police brought her to court. She was sentenced to virtual crucifixion.

Britney was taken to a cell by two burly female guards in full robo-cop protective gear. Britney refused to strip naked. This delighted the guards. One of them punched Britney in the solar plexus.

After Britney went down, winded, the burly guards removed her clothing. Then, when she was naked, the guards stood her up.

The guards took their sweet time searching Britney unnecessarily. One put her fingers through Britney's hair, than her nose, then her ears ever-so-slowly, giving Britney the time to anticipate where the fingers would go next...

Britney managed to yell out "Fucking cunt!" when fingers shoved their way up her anus and into her vagina. This only brought out hardy laughs from the guards.

Then the guards put what looked like fiberglass cuffs around Britney's wrists and ankles. At this point, one guard exclaimed "And now, for the piece de resistance!"

Britney felt cold, oblong metallic objects intrude into her anus and vagina. She looked down and saw that the cold, oblong, metallic objects were being held in place by a belt. Before she could try to remove the belt. a guard punched her in the solar plexus again.

Down Britney went.

This time, when she got up, the guards had left the cell, but were observing Britney from the outside.

"Stand with your feet apart"

"FUCK YOU, biiii-----AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

It seemed as if Britney's vagina and anus had both exploded. Britney fell back to the ground at the indescribable pain.

Eventually, Britney, out of defiance more than anything else, stood up.

"You see," began the voice of one of the guards, "the electrodes in your pussy and asshole are wired to receive input from the smart cuffs around your wrists and ankles.

"In a few second, we are going to turn on the smart cuffs.

"If you do not stand with your feet apart , hands above your head, wrists in line with your ankles like you were on a Saint Andrew's Cross, the smart cuffs will send a signal to the electrodes, and..."

Britney assumed the position she was told to assume. Many times she faltered, with the expected consequences.

Then, eventually, Britney had a supernova of an orgasm after receiving a shock. This time as she got up and reassumed the position, she was laughing.

"You two dumb bitches! You think you're hurting me! You just made me cum!"

"Oh, we don't mind! We've been fingering ourselves to an 'O' too each time you got shocked!"

"YOU FUCKING BITCHES!!!!!"

 

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Story time! I'll call this one "New Use For An Axe."

Samantha was a hot 40 year old blonde divorced mother of two. When her husband had custody of the kids on the weekends, she was also a very adept switch. Of late, however, she had been topping a lot.

One of her bottoms, a hot 19 year-old brunette named Tori, noted that Samantha had been topping a lot as of late as she, Tori, lay naked and spreadeagled on the bed before Samantha's crop whip and flogger.

"But, that's OK," added Tori, "I mean, at your age, you probably can't take being a bottom anymore."

This took Samantha by surprise. Then again, Tori had been difficult for Samantha to figure out. Tori was seemingly the girl with no limits. Most sessions, Samantha would tire out and have to take a break log before Tori screamed out her safeword.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!" screamed out Tori as Samantha brought the crop whip crashing down on Tori's pubic area, "Eeee-YESSSSSSS!"

But what Tori said to Samantha stuck with Samantha for days.

Finally, Samantha called Tori.

"You bitch!:

"Yes, Mistress."

"No, no. I'm going to prove you wrong. I am going to submit to anything you want me to."

There was silence at the other end.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes...Samantha...usual place, usual time. Just wear street clothes."

Samantha showed up as specified. Amidst her determination to prove Tori wrong, Samantha felt both anticipation and dread. Tori had always been a hard one to figure out..

Samantha showed up in street clothes, a white tank top, jeans and sandals. Samantha rang the bell, then put her key in the lock and opened the door.

Tori was waiting for her on the other side. Tori was wearing a bathrobe and high heels.

"Cute outfit" declared Tori as Samantha closed and locked the door behind her, "Take it off!"

This was somewhat of a shock for Samantha, who usually ordered Tori up the stairs before ordering her to undress. But Samantha complied.

When Samantha was completely naked, Tori slipped out of her bathrobe, revealing that the only thing she had on were the stilettos.

"Turn around, hands against the wall and spread 'em!"

"Well!" replied Samantha as she turned around, "If all you wanted to do was play [i[Caged Tushy[/i]..."

"Niiiiice! I like the sassy and the sense of humor!"

Tori caressed Samantha's shoulders and shoulder blades, then fondled Samantha's breasts before her fingers descended...

"Woo!" exhaled Samantha, "I can see you've done this before!"

"Uh-UH! No cumming on my fingers now!"

"Ouch!" exclaimed Samantha as she felt Tori's hand smack her ass cheek.

"Awwww...I didn't mean to hurt you! Here! Turn around and get on your knees."

When Samantha was on her knees, Tori grabbed her by the hair, and shoved Samantha's face into her moist pussy.

Samantha played along but held her own. She avidly licked Tori's labiae, but only just flicked Tori's clitoris, teasing it with the prospect of an orgasm...Then, she felt Tori's hand yanking her head back.

"Oh, no, no, no, my dear! You are not going to have it that easy. Besides, it takes a lot more than mediocre head to get me off."

"Mediocre? MEDIOCRE! You lying little bitch! You KNOW you just got the best head you ever had!"

Samantha expected a slap from Tori, Tori asserting the fact that she was the top today. What she got instead chilled her.

"Ha-ha! Don't we have a high opinion of ourselves. I see a lesson in humility will be in order. Get up and follow me!"

Samantha got up and followed Tori up the stairs to the usual room. Tori opened the door.

The usual bed and its restraints were not there. Instead, there were two pillories, one higher than the other, separated by a padded bench. In front of the higher pillory was an ornate footlocker.

Samantha stopped.

"Tori...are you sure you know what you are doing? I mean, there are safety concerns..."

Tori mirrored Samantha's sudden seriousness.

"I understand you, Samantha. Go, shake the pillories. They are securely held in place. Plus, you are light, so you will not have enough force to move them enough to injure yourself by falling."

Samantha shook the pillories. Tori was telling the truth. The pillories were secure in place.

Tori frightened Samantha again, Tori smiled as she walked over and opened the higher, than the lower, pillories. Tori had that gleam in her eyes as she spoke to Samantha.

"These pillories aren't here for decoration, sweetheart! C,mon! Get up on the bench and kneel!"

Samantha got up on the bench and kneeled. Ever so gently, ever so lovingly, Tori closed the upper pillory around Samantha's wrists and neck, then closed the lower pillory around Samantha's ankles.

Then, Tori caressed Samantha's back, butt, thighs, stomach and breasts.

"Mmmmm...you have such lovely skin, such a lovely body! I rub myself one out thinking about you."

"Huh! Is that what you call 'being a top?' Just getting a cheap thrill? OUCH!"

Tori had pinched and twisted Samantha's nipple.

"Oh, honey, I'm just warming up!"

Tori walked over to the footlocker and opened it. The door was to Samantha who could not see what was in the footlocker.

Tori pulled out a ballgag.

"Bet you haven't tasted one of these in a while, huh?"

"Nope"

Tori had a look of daring in her eyes.

"Wanna bite, or are you afraid you will gain even more weight?"

"Give it to me, bitch!"

"HA! I love how you keep calling me 'bitch!'"

Tori put the ballgag in place. Then she went back to the footlocker. Just before she knelt before the footlocker again, she shot Samantha a look.

Samantha suddenly had chills running up and down her spine. There was nothing but pure cold in Tori's eyes.

It was as if Tori sensed Samantha's fear. Without mercy, she knelt before the footlocker...

...and pulled from it a medieval axe!

Samantha did not have the time to wonder how such a small-framed women like Tori could handle such a heavy instrument. Samantha was too busy trying to impotently scream into her ballgag.

"Yes, Samantha, this is an axe...you'd be surprised at the things an axe can do in the hands of someone with imagination...I wasn't lying when I said you would not injure yourself by falling...."

With that, Tori and the axe moved behind the front pillory, out of the still screaming Samantha's view.

"Any last words, sweetheart?"

Samantha's screams became pleading, pathetic moans.

"Oh, what am I saying! You are going to live a while longer...at least until I've had my fun with you..."

Now Samantha tried helplessly to flail her wrists and ankles, securely held in place by the pillories.

Saliva and snot dripped out of Samantha's nose when she felt the sudden blow to width of her ass as the ballgag stiffled yet another scream. It seemed like the ballgag was holding back Samantha's sobs as she felt sudden blows to the width of both her tits from below.

Samantha began to feel light headed as the hard, smacking blows to her ass and tits continued to come alternatingly.

It seemed like forever. Samantha was still alive. This was the first time she ever experienced edgeplay. How long could it take to die from all those cuts?

Then, it began to dawn on Samantha. Those hard, smacking blows to her ass and tits did not feel like cuts. No, they felt more like something she was familiar with...

It was as if Tori was reading Samantha's mind. Suddenly, she kneeling before Samantha, so that Samantha could see her. She had a wicked smile on her face.

"Like I said...so many things an axe can do in the hands of someone with imagination...did you ever think of using an axe like a paddle?"

Tori took off the ballgag.

"Yuh-yuh-yuh-You FUCKING BITCH!"

"See, there's that word again, 'bitch." So sad, Samantha. So little imagination. I don't have that problem..."

Tori disappeared from sight.

Nothing stopped Samantha's screams now as she felt a hard object crash repeatedly into the soles of her feet.

"Ha-ha! An axe for bastinado! Who would have thought?" declared Tori with a laugh as she came into Samantha's view again.

Samantha was heaving for breath now. Tori knelt before her, smiling.

"See..."

Tori turned the axe so that Samantha could see the sharp end...then ran her hand several times over this "sharp" end.

"...it's not even a real axe. Can't cut."

"Wha--you BITCH!"

"Again with that word!" responded Tori as she stood up, "Well, I may be a bitch...but there is one thing I can do that you can't..."

Tori moved the axe behind her, then turned around crouched down so Samantha could see what she was doing.

"I can give myself an orgasm..."

With that, Tori shoved the handle of the axe up her ass, in and out, in and out repeatedly.

Samantha cursed and frothed and tried impotently to flail at the pillories.

Tori screamed as she gushed out and orgasm. Then, she stood so that her freshly sodden pussy was inches away from Samantha's nose, yet desperately out of reach...

"You know...I planned to shove this up your ass too and give you an orgasm...but the 'bitch' thing really hurt...think I'm just gonna leave you here..."

"NO!" shouted Samantha.

"Um...the pillories did not clue you in? You are not the top today..."

Samantha heard the clicking and the clacking of Tori's shoes on the floor as Tori walked away. Samantha screamed, sobbed and begged Tori not to go, not to leave her there. Her words seemingly had no effect.

Then, Samantha felt a hard oblong object forcefully enter her anus. All at once, she had a super nova of an orgasm.

As Samantha fell into a deep, nirvana-like sleep from the overwhelming experiences of the day, she could hear Tori mockingly say "You didn't think I would deny you an orgams, would you?"