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FOREWORD:
This story is Fictional. Any resemblance to characters or persons real or fake, living or Dead is strictly coincidental. This Story Contains Adult Content not suitable for those under the legal age in your country of origin, or those that are offended by fictional depictions of any of the following story codes: Enema, NC, M/F, bondage, Modification, Torture. if those codes offend you or you are not old enough to view Adult Content, Kindly Leave now, you have been warned. Everyone Else, enjoy the story, it’s my first attempt, I read a lot of stories that I liked and thought I would give writing one a try.
PROLOGUE
The Planet of the Damned to hell was established in 2125 by the 1st earth High Chancellor as part of a decree that any violators of the most vicious crimes known to humankind would be subject to the cruelest punishment of all. They would be shipped to a prison planet in a nearby solar system, and be made to live out the rest of eternity on that planet where they would be constantly punished for their crimes against humanity. Those prisoners that were born males would remain male on the planet, performing labor to support their livelihood between punishment cycles, except those whose crimes included those of a sexual nature. Those prisoners will live on as females, their Y chromosome genetically suppressed. Part of all cyclical punishments on the prison planet include making the prisoner feel what their victims felt (just prior to death in the case of murderers.) Another part is the deliberate physical and mental torture of prisoners proportionate to the physical and mental torture that they caused their victims. In all cases, some form of Corporal Punishment is used on the prisoners.
After a prisoner’s first punishment Cycle is completed, they must undergo rehabilitation training, which will teach each prisoner how to be productive members of their society in-between punishments. During the rehabilitation period, prisoners will be stripped of a lifetime of poor decision making, and rebuilt with a strong sense of right and wrong. They will be taught what their new society expects from them, and what they can expect for any violations of the rules. They will re-learn all that they should have learned as children growing up, and when they graduate from their rehabilitation, they will take their place in society, after their next punishment cycle, of course.
Following the Prisoner’s second punishment cycle, the prison planet’s society splits into two groups: Male and Female. Both groups will perform different functions in society, as they did during the times of ancient earth. The prisoner’s rehabilitation will have taught them the skills that they require to perform the duties that are given to them. Both male and female prisoners will be sterilized, so that there will be no chance of procreation on the planet. Classes in society are determined by attributes such as Physical and mental abilities, and not on why they are on planet.
The society is built of several classes, from the Royal class, who act as the society’s leaders (governing only within the rules that they may govern.) the Royal class are given the best available of everything, and live in the best possible accommodations. They act as judges, and deal out punishments according to the laws set forth by the planet’s warden, and the rules that they set for themselves. Each royal branch is in charge of a relatively small sector of the planet. For each sector, there are only 10 members of the royal class. Only those chosen by the warden may become a royal.
Just below that in status is the noble class, who perform upper management duties according to their areas of expertise. They are bound by the rules set forth by the royal class, and have the next best accommodations to them. Some of the noble class is tasked with policing the population of the sector in which they have jurisdiction. Those nobles have the ability to arrest any member of the population for any crime as described by the laws of the planet, or by the rules of the sector, including members of the royal class. They are not allowed to dole out punishment to any member of society. They must transport those who committed crimes against the land to that land’s punishment center. The center will dole out the punishments there. The noble class is the last class that a member of society could possibly move into on their own merit. This class only makes up roughly 10 percent of the sector’s population.
Below the noble class is the Gentry class, which has better accommodations than the Peasant class, but worse accommodations than those of the noble class. The gentry class is your frontline supervisors of society; they often work alongside the peasants they command to get things done, and are responsible for the work being performed adequately as per the instructions given to them by the nobles they report to. The Gentry class makes up roughly 30% of the population of a given sector.
The last class in the society is the peasant class. They have accommodations with the least amount of niceties. The peasant class is in charge of performing the manual labor of society. They make up the remainder of each sector’s society structure.
Male Prisoners will be expected to work in the place of society that they are in. they will be expected to choose a female mate, which they will provide for within the level of society in which they now both collectively live. Male members of the society will be the dominant portion of the relationship. They may set rules for their dwelling. If those rules are broken, the male member may, at his discretion, take the offender to a local punishment center for punishment for their crimes, or, with the offender’s consent, punish that offender within the dwelling, so long as he does not violate any of the laws or rules of the land. The male member of a household is responsible for enforcing any court ordered stipulation as a result of rule-breaking. Failure to do so will cause the male to be punished, and the original punishment to be increased.
Female prisoners can expect to stay in a boarding house until chosen by a man. When chosen, the female is expected to be subservient to her new husband. Women of the peasant class can expect to perform duties outside of the dwelling, as well as standard homemaking tasks. Women of the gentry class need only worry about running their own dwelling. Women of the noble class and above need not worry about performing any kind of manual labor, instead they will perform tasks that benefit society on the whole in some way, shape, or form. Women of the Royal class will provide their personal opinions to their husbands, during court.
The scientists who helped build this perpetual Hell have the ability to modify the human genetic code. They can grant eternal life through one of these modifications, which has proven to be one of the worst forms of torture known to mankind. The idea of living forever is great. In actual practice, one tends to get bored of everything very quickly, and eventually runs out of things in the universe to do. In essence, ones who originally were modified did everything, got bored, and eventually committed suicide to end it all. Humanity found out that life without the possibility of death was the worst torture a person could endure. Which is why we eventually reserved that torture to the worst offenders known to mankind, those that rape, murder, torture, commit genocide, etc. Fears of the new punishments for crimes and the prison planet have all but halted crime in the universe. Only a select few choose to commit crimes under these heightened punishments. And there are fewer and fewer repeat offenders every year. This made these stories all the more interesting.
Michelle’s Story- Part I: Arrival
My name is Michelle, and before I came to the planet I did some of the worst things a person can do to another person. My original name was Michael, and I was sentenced for crimes, including one of a Sexual nature. Because of the nature of my crimes, the judge ordered that I undergo Y-suppression upon arrival. They loaded me into a shuttle, chained down like the dog that I was, for the entire trip. It took a while to arrive to the planet from earth.
The planet has one way in and one way off of it, through a tower that connects the surface with a space dock. The guard in the shuttle tells me this, and also tells me that there is nothing on the planet that could be combined and used to get off world. He also mentions that there is a force field around the planet that would stop any object from leaving or entering it. We arrive at the space dock, and I was unlocked long enough to be stripped naked and led down a short hallway into a small white room with an evil looking chair in the middle of it. As the door closed behind me, I saw that the door had no handle on the inside of it.
The guard told me to sit in the chair. When I did, the chair’s restraints locked each of my body parts down so that I couldn’t move an inch. A man in a white coat entered the room with a clipboard, and looked at me, read my name, crimes, and read until Y-suppression, where he stopped and commented that Michael was a boy’s name, and that I needed a girl’s name. He then called me Michelle. He asked if I liked it, but then told me to shut up as soon as I started to answer him. He then proceeded to list some modifications to things like my jawline, my torso, and I remember him saying distinctly that he thought 38dd would be a nice breast size for me, and continued to list the modifications that he wanted to make. When he was satisfied with his own ranting, he pushed a green button on the wall, which brought a clear box down around me. I began to panic as his voice came on a speaker and he told me, that this would hurt some. He then flipped a switch, and every muscle in my body screamed in agony for what seemed like forever, and then I must have passed out.
Michelle’s Story- Part II: First Punishment Cycle
When I came to, I was lying in a cell with an orange jumpsuit on feeling like I was just hit with a sack of bricks. The celling began to move, or more accurately, a mirror emerged from its hiding place in the wall, and I got to look at myself as a girl for the first time. Almost nothing of my former self was evident on the outside, but the doc did well, I was drop dead gorgeous. And it looked as though I would be stuck this way for the rest of my life, so at least I looked good. I would have walked around a little, but the cell was literally this bed I was lying in, the bars prevented me from getting out of bed, the ceiling kept me from sitting up or standing, not to mention that I was locked down onto the bed with ankle restraints, wrist restraints, and a neck restraint. And I was still in a lot of pain to top it all off, so I went to sleep again, only to be awoken some time later by the sound of a guard clanking on some cell bars telling me to wake up.
I didn’t see a guard at all, just the cell across from me, which was empty. The cell began to move out, as I realized that I was inset into the wall, the cell moved out as far as it wanted to , then moved down, eventually, it stopped moving down, and then it rotated my head upwards, as I neared the ground. Now I knew why my feet were restrained up against the wall. When I was vertical, the guard told me to not make any sudden moves. He pushed a button, and my restraints popped open. Careful not to move, I waited for the guard to tell me to move. When he did, I followed him as he instructed. I noticed that my breasts jiggled every time I moved.
He brought me into a sterile-looking medical room, where there were about fifty chairs, about half of them full, with naked women in them, their legs splayed out, showing all of their most intimate parts. The guard marched me to the first open chair, and told me to take off my jumpsuit. When I took the jumpsuit off, I realized that it was the only thing that I was wearing. I also noticed that I really needed to pee. He told me to sit in the chair, which had its leg holders down and in a sitting position, exactly like all of the other empty chairs, but nothing like the reclined position with the legs splayed out that the occupied chairs had. I also noticed that the women had no clothing nearby them. I got into the chair once the guard yelled at me again, bringing me back to the situation.
Once again, when I placed my body into the chair, it automatically locked me into it. When my body was completely strapped down, the guard brought over a devious looking device and told me to open my mouth. Not wanting to make things any worse for myself, I did, and at first it felt like a mouth guard. Then I heard a clicking sound on either side of me, and the thing in my mouth expanded, forcing my jaw open past the point of comfort. After it was done inflating, the seat started to lean back, and my legs started to go up. I was leaned back and my legs were higher than my torso, when the chair started to separate my legs. It stretched them so wide I thought I was going to rip apart at the seams. Then it stopped. The guard slid something on my mouthpiece, and brought a tube over to it. He then told me that I needed nourishment. He said that this would taste bad, but I wouldn’t starve. He turned it on, and soon I was swallowing as fast as I could just to keep from drowning. Almost as fast as it started, it stopped. When it stopped, the guard removed the hose from the mouth piece and re-closed the piece. He told me to wait for the doctor, he should be around soon. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that some other women had joined recently, one of them was even “eating” at the moment. I could hear the ladies as they would come in, and get strapped down. One of them put up a fight and I heard a tazer go off and I heard her scream out in agony. These guys weren’t playing around. Then I could hear the snapping of gloves on the side of the room nearest the door, and women groaning and grunting.
Finally, it was my turn, as he rolled over in front of me, and looked at my chart. He called me Michelle, and said I was going to have a full checkup before my first session. He snapped on a pair of gloves, and lubricated one of the fingers which he promptly stuck up my anal cavity. He said he was going to take my temperature. Then he held up a glass thermometer, it must have been a half-inch thick, and lubricated it, telling me that because it was my first time, I would get the small thermometer. That’s small, I wondered in my head as he began to push it into my once virgin hole. The thermometer hurt as It went in, and I groaned in pain. He told me that I had not experienced anything yet, and moved on to another woman with that thing still in my bum. I heard him roll back to the beginning of the line, and more gloves snapping got back to me eventually. He slowly removed the thermometer from me, and said that I was fine. He snapped on another pair of gloves, and proceeded to poke at me in places I didn’t even know I had down there. He said that I was fine and was now to receive my pre-treatment enemas. He told me that usually every enema would be 5qts. And mixed to make them hurt bad in your gut. But because it was my first day, he would be nice and let me step up to 5 qts. He said all enemas on the planet must be held for a minimum of 20 minutes. He told me what I was getting this morning (was it really morning?) I would be getting a 3 qt. enema that was half glycerin solution, a 4 qt. enema that was the same percentage solution, and a 5 qt. standard enema that was the same solution. He said that he would give me 3 standard enemas containing a very sudsy solution to rinse me out. He said that when I was done, he would put me in a special wheelchair that would lock me in so they could take me to the punishment room. He also said that the gag I was wearing would stay on me until I went back to my cell for the night.
As he was talking, he lubricated a large nozzle that had two notches on it. He stuck it into me, and it hurt my bum quite a bit going in. What’s more, my anus felt like it was on fire! I screamed into the gag to no avail, and he chuckled and said that I liked the punishment lube, didn’t I? he chuckled to himself as I felt something inflate inside of me, and it kept getting bigger until I thought it would pull me apart, and then I felt something against the outside of my butt, and it kept getting bigger until it pushed down painfully on the thing inside of me. He then explained that this was a special nozzle that would keep my lesson inside of me until he wanted it to come out. He said that there was also a surprise for me when he came back later to let the lesson out. He kept calling the enemas lessons for some reason. He then hit a couple of buttons and I heard a motor whir to life, then I felt a fullness rushing into me, and I immediately started to cramp up inside. The motor ran for a little longer, then stopped. I knew that I had it all in me then. On the wall in front of me, I could see a clock that had been running since before the doctor came over to me. It started at twenty minutes and counted down. I assume that it was my neighbor across from ME’s time left. I could hear the pumps turn on now further down the line, but I had something else to worry about soon enough.
The guard that brought me in here told me I was a good girl who took it all in, and that he had a surprise for me. He brought something across my slightly stretched belly, and clicked something on. I felt a powerful vibration coming from where he put the band around my gut, and the cramps started getting worse. The vibrations would get stronger and stronger and the cramps would get worse and worse. It felt like an eternity later, when the doctor finally got back to me, I saw that the time had gone to the negatives and counted up for 5 minutes and something before it reset for my “friend” across from me, so I know that it took the doctor longer than twenty minutes to get back to me, but the cramps still hurt so bad, that was all that I could think about. He said that he forgot to engage the belt but it looked like someone did for him, so that was good, he said. He said that the vibrating belt would not be turned off until all your enemas are done, and my good self was ready to move on to the next piece of my punishment. He then clicked a couple of buttons and I felt the fluid being sucked out of me. The motor sucked all of it out, and continued to suck, and it hurt, it felt like it was pulling my insides out, and then the doctor pushed a couple of buttons again, and fluid started getting pumped into me again, only this time there was more of it, I could feel the tightness getting worse. And the cramps started right away again, only they were worse this time because of the belt moving my gut back and forth so violently.
The cramps never got soft enough to where I could catch my bearing this time, so I didn’t even hear the girls around me getting started or getting sucked out. The pain was worse than the first one, I could barely think over the pain at all during what felt like forever again. Eventually the doctor came by again, and once again sucked the fluid out of me, and let the machine keep going. He let it go for a while this time, longer I think than the last time. He switched it back on again, and when he did this time, he put a blindfold on me, so that I wouldn’t let my eyes wander anywhere, and I could just feel my lesson. The machine put so much into me this time that I thought I was going to explode on the inside. The cramps were unbearable; I couldn’t even hear myself scream in my head because of how bad the cramps were. What felt like forever later, I felt the fluid coming out of me again, and being sucked past empty again. It felt like he left it on for far longer than last time before he pumped more solution into me. The cramps were nearly unbearable again, but it felt a little less painful than last time. He did it again and again, and then took the blindfold off. He took that evil nozzle out of my backside and began to undo the restraints from the top of my head and worked his way down. He stopped the belt before he started this. He reminded me that if I did anything rash, the guard would act very mean to me and the last thing in my mind was disobeying them at that moment. One thing I noticed as I looked at the wheelchair I was going to have to get into was that the seat had what looked like a rod going straight up and down, and what looked like a penis kind of curving off of the base of the rod. They were going to make me impale my virgin pussy and abused anus onto those objects to sit down. They looked like they were lubricated at least, with some shiny black substance. When the doctor got me fully released from the chair, he told me to climb up on the stool hanging above the wheelchair. When I sat down on the stool, it began to lower, and I realized that the stool would lower me onto the dildos in just the right spot to impale me fully. The stool lowered me onto the dildos as it was designed to do, and I felt a pain in two spots below me, and also an itching and burning sensation penetrating deeper inside of me. When it lowered fully (below the chair and back out and above my head again) the guard slid a lap bar over me, and let go of it. I heard it clickclickclickclick down the grooves until my butt made full contact with the seat of the chair and smashed me down all the way on the dildos. The pain of the dildo distracted me immensely, and couldn’t even tell you how I got the rest of the way restrained to the chair, but once again I found myself completely immobilized by a piece of furniture.
The guard pushed me the rest of the way down the hallway of a room where ladies were in various stages of enema hell, the last one in the line still having a thermometer stuck up her rear exit. My guard told me that if I thought the medical procedures were bad, wait until the actual punishment began. I gulped behind the gag and he chuckled to himself. Pushing me through the double doors, he rolled me down a short hallway, past a few doors; they looked like offices, and to an elevator. There was only a down button, and he pressed it. The door opened almost immediately and he pushed the button B-8. On the wall next to the buttons was a directory, like you see in a hospital elevator that told you where certain things were. It read:
Floors:
FOR UTILITY ROOMS USE UTILITY ELEVATOR
THIS ELEVATOR FOR P-CYCLE PATIENT TRANSPORT ONLY!
ELEVATOR REQUIRES KEYCARD + FINGERPRINT TO OPEN / CLOSE
CAMERA SURVEILLENCE 24/7/365
So I was going to the Spanking Machines designed for women. I was just glad I hadn’t killed anyone, because some of those sounded bad. I had made the decision at that point that I was also going to try to never be disobedient, to avoid the obedience room, and I had never even seen it. The door stopped on the eighth floor down, and the guard wheeled me into the lobby. He said Patient #00342540 for her first round. How many rounds would I have to endure? I thought to myself. He wheeled me into one of the waiting stations and locked the chair in place, like I was going anywhere anyway? He locked the tube on my gag like before and I felt like I was drowning again, and when it was done, the receptionist said machine 601 was ready for use. He wheeled me down the hallway to the left, and when the room numbers started, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
I saw a warehouse of menacing looking machines with women strapped into them. It is a simple machine, really, you have a bar that locks your feet wide apart, you have a bar that locks your hands apart, that one slide down a shoot that will make you bend forward. Then there’s a bar in the middle that slides up to meet you near the hips, sliding a large penis-shaped dildo into your vagina. That bar comes up, lifting you off the ground, and when locked properly with the first two, puts your butt in the perfect spot to be spanked. The women locked into the machines were all wailing songs of sorrow through their gags, and crying profusely. One had what looked like a steel plug in her butt, while the machine was pounding away at her rear end with a paddle. The women were being mercilessly beaten by a machine with various objects such as straps, tawses, whips, floggers, paddles, and even a cane, and switch. Then I saw why the arm slider went both forward and backward. I saw a woman being slid backward onto a sort of half seat that had a dildo that impaled her in the buttocks, which was a deep purple. I then saw a nurse come in with a strap and strapped her pussy! Why did I ever even think about doing this to deserve coming here?
The numbers went by from 400 to my number of 601 too quickly, and I was placed into a chamber before the spanking machine, and when he closed the door, a man’s voice came over the speaker, announcing that I, Michelle, would receive 50 swats with a bumblebee paddle (has holes in it), 50 swats with a Hard Leather Strap, 50 Swats with a Hickory Switch, 50 Strokes of the Cane (oh NOO!), and 50 swats with a soft leather strap on the pussy AAAAH! I screamed through my gag. The computer continued to announce that all swats are to be at maximum velocity, and I am to be impaled on a dildo with punishment lubricant, and to have my breasts suction cupped during spanking. The itching and burning had begun to subside from my pussy and anus while the computer was talking, and I groaned again. The chair released me, and the lap bar flipped up, leaving me free to lift myself up off the chair. The computer finished by telling me that I would have 2 hours in a reflection room immediately following my spanking. I didn’t hear it this first time.
As I just found my footing, the door in front of me, leading into the punishment room, where a nurse had just entered from the back, and demanded that I come over to the machine and place my feet where it indicated, and place my hands on the inside of the cuffs. I did so, and they promptly locked. She was applying liberal amounts of lube to a dildo that was as large as the one I had been sitting on. She also dipped a real large q-tip looking thing, and stuck it between my legs, and it moved into my vagina. She pumped the end, and I could feel a burning and itching sensation start, and I knew it must have been for lubing me on the inside real good. She then grabbed a smaller one and squeezed it into my anus. Now my insides were really on fire again. She then slid my arms down so I was bent at a right angle, and slid the dildo bar up until it penetrated me. Then she moved it up slowly, letting it work it’s way into me slow, so as not to hurt me unnecessarily. The dildo being in and moving around made the lube hurt more, and soon I was whimpering into my gag. Once the bar was flush with my hips, she pushed the button for it to raise my legs and hips up like a car lift would. Soon my head was near my ankles, and she lubricated the D-cup Suction cups and stuck them on me, and turned it on. It pulled at my breasts, and hurt a little, but the real stinging came from the lube that she put on it, making my boobs scream like they were on fire.
She walked out of the room, and as soon as the door closed behind her, the machine came to life with a
Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack goes the paddle, lighting my ass on fire like it never had been before. It hurt bad, but the machine didn’t relent. Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack goes the paddle, and all I could do was cry. Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack goes the paddle and it must have hit 50, cause it stopped, but only for a second, and then Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, came the strap, and I bawled anew, but still the smacks came. Then, it too must have hit that magical number, and only about a second of rest before SWWWWISH CRACK!, SWWWWISH CRACK!, SWWWWISH CRACK!, goes the Switch and I scream out like I’m dying, but through the gag it just sounds like muffled attempts to talk. It too must have reached its limit, because another rest of less than a second and there came the Snap of the cane, lighting my already burning butt on fire. When it finished, I heard the machine ground to a halt. Then came the part that I certainly dreaded the most. The nurse had come back into the room, carrying the strap, and moved the dildo out of me, and removed that bar. She then pulled my arms back up past vertical and about ninety degrees in the other direction, forcing my meaty, beaten butt down onto that seat with a dildo on it. Pushing my arms back more, she stretched me so that the dildo completely disappeared into my anal cavity. She slid my legs still further apart as they clicked into place. My legs really hurt right now. She stepped between my legs and began to strap my pussy with a soft thwapping sound; I bucked my whole body and screamed like a banshee, until after she was done.
She told me to walk out of the room, and she helped me down a hallway, and into a dark room. When the door slid open, I saw a chair with little spikes on the seat, like a waffle iron, almost, and a dildo in the center. The dildo was already lubricated as she pushed me into the seat, and my pussy took it in, causing a sharp pain, before all the sharp pains in my butt started. She put a lap bar on that was like eighty pounds, and forced me down hard onto the metal nubs, making me hurt worse than before. When I was fully immobilized, she left the room, and the door closed and the lights went out. Only a LED that had a countdown from two hours was all that I could see. It was a very long time, and when I got out of the chair, I didn’t have the strength left to walk. They put me in a normal wheelchair and strapped my arms and legs in, and took me back to my sleeping pod. I passed out.
I was awoken the next day in the same fashion as the first, only as promised, all of my enemas were the standard size, and i went through the same ordeal again. This happened for the next three days. On day 5 of my torture, after the morning enemas and I guess breakfast the guard hit a different button. He hit B-4. I knew why I was going there, after all I did have sex with that girl, who during my multiple (30 or so counts of each) burglaries, assault with a deadly weapon, and torture trial (acts done for my country, no less), and she claimed that it wasn’t consensual. So they just added a rape charge on, because why not, they were sending me to hell anyway…
The door landed on b-4 and again, there was a receptionist who pointed at a stall where I could be fed, and gave my guard a room number. To my surprise, it was a bedroom. Granted there were straps to strap me down in a legs-spread position, and I was blindfolded, but it was a regular bed, no less. I was just drifting off into sleep when I felt a large intruder slowly entering my vagina. I immediately tensed up, and then it took off, in and out, penetrating me and hurting me every time. I found out later that it was a fucking machine that they use for this, but at the time, I really thought I was being done by a guy. I cried liberally, and the machine kept going for hours. In spite of itself, my body ended up having orgasm after orgasm, until even those hurt, and still it kept going. Eventually, the fucking stopped, but I was sorer than I had ever been before. They put me in the chair and sent me back to sleep for the rest of the day.
After eight more trips to the punishment room, and two more trips to that NC Bedroom, the routine changed slightly again after the morning enema session. He pushed b-2 for the electrical murder simulation room, but I hadn’t killed anyone, I thought it must be a mistake. The receptionist mentioned something about a saddle which threw me, and I couldn’t say anything anyway, so I let him lead me to the right, past the rooms where people were being shocked seemingly to death, and into a room with what looked like a Sawhorse but with all metal sides, and two metal dildos sticking out in the somewhat larger middle. A nurse lubed me up, and I was locked in, riding the saddle. She hooked up nipple clamps on me with electrodes running through them. She told me it would shock me like I shocked my torture victims randomly for a time, then off for a time, than randomly again, until they thought I had enough. The shocks were awful, sometimes down my legs, sometimes to my pussy, sometimes to my nipples, sometimes to my ass, and occasionally all at once. I was never able to time it either, or tell how badly the next shock was going to hurt. Bawling again, I took the punishment to its end, and they returned me to my cell, where I collapsed again.
It seemed to go in that order, 4 spanking machine, 1 NC bedroom, 4 Spanking Machine, 1 NC bedroom, 4 spanking Machine, 1 horsey ride, repeat. 5 Horsey rides later, they told me that I was going to the rehabilitation center to relearn how to live. And that they would see me again next century for the same thing. Apparently, each cycle is 100 years apart from one another. I mean, you have until the end of time, it’s not like you aren’t going to get yours over and over and over again. But for now it looks like rehab. Wonder what that will be like on Hell?
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