Laura\'s Ordeal

Laura’s Ordeal   Part three

 

           

24 05 89

 

Lissa starts in her chair.

Someone HAS knocked at the door and she doesn’t expect anyone to come and see her this evening since Laura is her only real friend and is now being… filled, no matter how this word fills her with horror.

Therefore…

Her own words resound in Lissa’s head as the knocking is heard again:

-“The bastards have framed my dad.”

And, worse: “Now I don’t even know if they’re not going to come tomorrow to beat me again”.

As she’s never had any problem with the justice or with debtors, Lissa knows nothing about the horrible, brutal and unfair “programs” (as they call it) that one can go through once one has stepped out of the fine line that divides the normal citizens (those who have already been punished once or twice at least) and the happy few who are protected either by their money or their connections. Thus she doesn’t know when and/or how many times “agents” can come to her place to either punish her or, worse, send her to a place where she’ll be punished even harder.

Dressed in a light nightgown, she goes to the door and stares through the hole just long enough to gasp and instinctively put both hands on her belly.

The same group of men as the day before is here.

-“Please open. There’s absolutely no meaning in making us wait. Unless you want to make me angry… Which wouldn’t be a good idea…”

Lissa answers, in a soft voice.

-“I… I’ve got to dress first.

-Don’t bother, honest. It will be quick. Plus something tells me that you’ll soon have to show your naked body, so you’d better get used to it now…”

Lissa unlocks the door.

The three agents come in.

Lissa asks, in a shy and vibrant voice.

-“What do you want this time? Have you come to… tell me about the inquiry?”

Saying that, Laura can figure out how stupid she may sound. The man who beat her belly the day before has already taken the same baton out of a black bag one of his colleagues carry.

-“Why should you beat me again? You said it was “preventive action” yesterday. Has the situation of my case changed?

-Nope Miss. But the senior official in charge of your father’s case has decided that you should get your dad’s “warning punishment”. This director has surmised that it would be bad form to have a “still” dignified man like your father be punished when the case has not started yet. Transferring light punishment to another, usually younger member of the family involved in the same case is common.”

The man adds, in a knowing tone:

-“Plus it seems that your father was mad about the first beating you received… So… You’ll get a second one… Cause it pleases this director who seems to really hate your dad.”

In a more formal tone, the Lieutenant tells Lissa to undress her belly from the pubis to the navel, where the beating shall be applied. Then he adds, still very formally that special circumstances have allowed the tribunal in charge of the case to ask for “intensified preventive action” this time. Which means five firm strokes with the baton instead of the usual three.

When Lissa, shivering with panic, asks why on earth she should get five strokes of the baton instead of three, the man answers that it’s due to the gravity of charges in the case in progress. Then he adds:

-“Nevertheless, as you’ve already received three strokes, and received them fairly recently too, you could ask for a postponement of this punishment.”

Lissa sighs, guessing as she crosses the man’s eyes that it won’t be so easy.

-“Yeah. And what if I do that?

-Then I’ll be back and the senior official who hates your dad will have claimed that your demand for a postponement can be considered as reluctance to receive the fair treatments usually applied during legal process. Thus next time –tomorrow- you’ll get seven strokes instead of five.”

Lissa lifts her eyes up and sighs, now guessing where the situation is aiming at. 

-“So this “senior official”, Mr Jurton…

-No names please!

-Well, this director wants you to beat my belly and to beat it hard is that right?

-Naaay. He wants to make sure that you’ve realized that you’ve entered the judicial system and shall therefore accept any treatment decided against you. And he doesn’t want a senior citizen like your dad you get a preventive beating when nobody knows if he’s guilty or not…

-But he doesn’t mind if I get more than twice the usual beating.

-That’s it, cause your dad really hates knowing that you get beaten this way.

-So he’ll find every little ways during the investigation to send you to beat me, is that right?

-You could say that. But that would be quite close to slander, so don’t say that too often.

-And as you’re going to beat me on the lower-belly every time, one could say that bastard does hate my guts!”

Lissa hissed the end of her sentence with a total lack of humor.

“-No you can’t say that…

-Why? Would it be “bad form” to say bastard?!

-No, just because you can’t be beaten on your belly more than three times as a “preventive action”. After that I’ll beat you on your tits. Only two strokes each time, light strokes. But as you can imagine, these strokes are much harder to bear on your breasts…”

Lissa doesn’t even answer.

-“Now that we’ve cleared these points. Shall we quickly get rid of this little “administrative annoyance”. Can you lift your nightgown please so that I give you the five strokes?”

Lissa hesitates a second, then shyly lifts her night gown, letting the three men see the cutest little pink thong and the faint bruises left by the three firm strokes of the day before.

Caressing her belly under her small navel, where she’s been beaten, she asks.

-“See? My belly is bruised… You’ll beat me again on bruises?

-Yes Miss, for sure. But as we all can see, your belly is not in a really bad state. Firm strokes with the baton are not really what one could call torture.

-Yeah, maybe… Now what about five more?

-That’s a bit more painful, true. Shall I start?

-Go on.”

The man hits her, a bit more “firmly” than the day before, paying no attention whatsoever to the fact that her lower belly may still be very sensitive from the strokes received the day before.

Lissa points this out to the LCS.

-“You’ve hit me harder than yesterday! Shouldn’t you hit me a bit more gently now that my belly already hurts?”

The Lieutenant addresses her an embarrassed grin.

-“No, actually no. I may even hit you a bit harder than I usually do…

-Why?!

-Special order from the senior official in charge of your father’s case…

-Oh yes?! And what could be the “official” reason for that.

-Oh no official reason Miss. Just that he wants you to hurt as much as possible.

-Right. So why should I accept you’re hitting me harder if there’s no “judicial” reason for that?

-Because there’s very little way to define the difference between firm strokes and “firmer” ones. And the two witnesses here won’t be able to see any difference with the ten beatings they’ve seen since this morning…

-But you’ve just said it!!

-Yeah… But no one heard me say that. Only you and I would swear that I never said such a thing.” 

The two other men smile knowingly.

Lissa clenches her teeth and spits her rage at the group of men.

-“Now that’s what I call a fair system! Ok, come on, beat my belly blue if that’s what your fucking “senior official” wants you to do to me.

-Oh no Miss. Beating your belly really blue would be a proof that the beating was overdone. I’m a real professional Miss. I’ll beat your belly nice and painful but not blue as such… Just… more than lightly bruised this time; But that’s life.

-Ok, beat me the way you want but beat me quick now. I won’t stay all night in this position.

-At your service Miss.” 

The man does exactly as he told he would.

When he’s hit her lower belly for the third time, Lissa loses her severe composure and moans softly, suddenly realizing that contrary to yesterday, this beating will not only leave a faint, diffused pain in her lower belly but will certainly a deep painful feeling in her bowels.

-“Do you want to make a short pause before I give you the two last strokes?”

Lissa clenches her teeth and squeezes the fabric of her night gown between white fingers and answers, defiant.

-“No, I’m quite ok. Let’s get it over quick.

-A woman by my heart…”

The baton hits her belly two more times, making her gasp twice and then, as the punishment is over and done with, she shyly joins her hands on the painful region of her body, letting the gown fall with her hands nursing her belly underneath.

The man is about to leave. But before he lets Lissa alone he adds.

-“A glove with lukewarm water will do you good.  Avcom Soothing Cream and Lodil Painkiller Cream do the trick too.

And if it can help you, I would advise you to spread some cream on your belly an hour before we come tomorrow.”

Lissa almost starts crying.

-“Tomorrow? What do you mean?

-Well, I didn’t tell you anything if someone asks you. But it seems that someone high in the hierarchy of the corporation has a grudge against you. And what they do usually is find all reasons to demand “preventive action” during the investigation. Now the truth is that preventive action applied on the same part of the body are much more “effective” if they are applied in a short lapse of time. So it wouldn’t surprise me if I had to give you the third and last beating on the lower belly tomorrow. And this time, as you’ll have already be beaten twice, it will surely really hurt… So… Avcom or Lodil could surely help.”

After these words he lets Lissa alone, desperate, hurting, and furious but, most of all absolutely powerless. 

All she can do now is to buy some painkiller cream; and wait until she’s beaten again…

 

24 05 89

 

            Laura hears the sound of the plastic soles of the man in charge of the session stop behind her. Then she hears the faint liquid sound of the man’s fingers being plunged in the small jar of lubricant gel.

Next the man shoves two fingers, slippery with gel, inside her vagina. And then he makes two more steps to do the same with the redhead on her left.

When she feels the two fingers enter her pussy, the redhead utters a squeal, probably thinking that she’s starting to be raped.

The man in charge of the session puts the gel inside her nonetheless and then says.

-“If you contract your pussy like this when the nasty daddies come, you’ll leave this room on a stretcher and in a pool of blood darling.”

He then gives a quick glance at the number of men she’ll have to take within her and adds.

-“Pfew… Sixteen guys… I think I can already call the paramedics of you don’t relax quickly. Take my advice girl, think about something else and do relax. Or else you’ll be ruined after the five first men and you’ll have to be back again and again until you’ve had the sixteen of them. We call that a “bloody boomerang” here: girls who get out of here with torn pussies and then come back to be torn some more, sometimes three times, until their session is over.”

Hearing that only makes the redhead moan more and more.

The blond on the right of Laura, still being pounded deep within by the man, says:

-“See, what did I tell you.” Laura is horrified by what she’s already heard, and her session has not even started yet.

-“Yes… I see.

-Plus it’s spring time… Always harder in springtime, believe me…”

The man who fucks her deep and hard shouts at the blond woman once again.

-“Will ya ever shut the bloody fuck up you stoopid biaatch?!”

The blonde answers in a leering tone.:

-“I told you… I don’t really feel it, so I forgot about you…”

But a particularly nasty penetration manages to make her utter a surprised groan and then she does shut up in order not to get more of these.

As it is, the man is not behaving like a “cervixer”, and the blonde knows that she’ll get plenty of these within her before she’s been raped thirty times, so she’d rather not infuriate this one…

Then Laura hears the door open and, if she weren’t blindfolded, would see the number on her display show 10 instead of eleven, at the same time the number on the redhead’s display shows 15.

Two men are walking towards them. From her position, Laura can’t hear what’s happening to the fourth woman and all she could see of her was her display that must now be switching from 11 to ten like hers.

Next, Laura hears the neat sound of a zipper and immediately feels the touch of a man’s dick, gently rubbing her labia for a second and then being thrust within her not so gently.

Her session has begun.

On her right, the redhead repeats :”no no no no” between sobs. And then as she is penetrated and has surely not been able to relax the muscles of her vagina, she utters the saddest moan, which ends in an even sadder sentence.

-“I don’t want to be raped! I don’t want to be filled!”

The man behind her laughs out loud and says.

-“Too late baby!”

Then he adds, obviously elated.

-“Hey! That’s tight!”

 

24 05 89

            Lissa is lying on her bed, caressing her lower belly with a lukewarm glove as the LCS said. Touching hesitantly her body where she’s been beaten again she talks to herself.

-“Now that will leave bruises. Fuck! Bruises on my belly!”

The men have left her flat a few minutes ago and the pain is still throbbing hard, deep inside her guts.

Lissa nurses her belly and turns on one side, wincing, for any movement, so soon after the beating ,wakes up the pain deep inside her.

She couldn’t make herself go to the drugstore to buy some painkiller cream right now.

She thought that going out to buy it at this hour would let the man, who she knows quite well, deduce that she’s just been punished. And she’s decided that she wouldn’t have that. No matter if it means fighting the pain with a lukewarm glove.

But tomorrow, at the time when she usually goes to the drugstore, she’ll go and buy some Avcom cream for the next beating.

For, now, she’s pretty sure that the next beating will come.

Some people just can’t play it fair when they start winning… And Mr Jurton is one them…

 

24 05 89

 

            Luckily for her, Laura is not what people in this center call “an unlucky virgin”, or a “spoiled flower”, one of the very few virgins who are deflowered by a session.

But still, Laura is neither one of those girls who have had so many experiences that the feel of a dick inside them starts to be something of no consequence.

Therefore, as the first man’s sex slips slowly within her pussy, she feels a violent surge of disgust deep inside her whole body.

However she is twice lucky as the first rapist is not the hurting kind. He takes her gently and doesn’t need a long time before he comes, deep inside her.

That’s when Laura realizes how awful it’s going to be to be “filled”, as the first spurt of hot cum jets inside her genitalia.

She utters a low gasp of mixed surprise and disgust. Then she’s surprised to hear the man say “thank you” in a whisper before he leaves the room.

That’s when the blond woman on her right breaks the relative silence of the squishing sound produced by the man who’s fucking her long and deep by saying.

-“You’re lucky this time. Guys like this exist but they tend to be rare. Don’t think it will be that easy every time”

Laura doesn’t answer. Feeling the warm liquid left by a stranger inside her body she doesn’t think it’s easy, even that way.

But, too soon after this first experience, the second man proves the blonde right.

His cock is only slightly bigger than the previous one but the way he uses it makes it at least three times harder to bear. The first penetration is so brutal that Laura gasps and cringes, making all the efforts possible to refrain from contracting her vagina in response to his violence. Then the man starts to pump himself inside her mechanically and, it seems, as violently as he can, making his jutting hipbones slap Laura’s butt hard.

Laura vainly starts to pray any god available to make him come as fast as possible but it seems that her prayers are not heard, or at least not as fast as she would have liked.

The man doesn’t really fuck her, he actually pounds her inside, succeeding in hitting her cervix many times until he eventually comes after what seems ages.

He leaves Laura gasping for breath and in shock. She’s never been fucked that hard before.

The blonde who is now raped by her third man asks her.

-“That’s more the kind of bastards you get around here. Was he big?”

Laura has to catch her breath before she answers.

-“I don’t know… I think so…”

The blonde sighs.

-“He wasn’t big then. You would have known.”

On Laura’s left, the redhead starts uttering a long wailing sound that quickly transforms into a shout and then into a howl.

-“Stop it you bastard! Stop it you’re tearing meeeeEEEEEEEE!!”

Hearing that, the blond woman says, is a saddened voice, and softly not be heard:

-“Oh yes for sure she’ll be torn… Young, reluctant girls like her are almost always wounded the first time.” 

Laura swallows noisily, still shocked by what her pussy has been through.

-“But why do they come here then? What’s the point in avoiding to have scars on your bum if what you get instead is a… a wounded… vagina? Is it because they don’t know that they risk being wounded?”

The blond woman sighs once more.

-“Oh you know… Sometimes they do know… But, you see, a wound in your vagina doesn’t show as much as scars on your bum…”

Laura doesn’t answer but a voice in her head tells her that, in a horrible sort of way, it makes sense.

Hen the third man enters her and from start he seems as nasty as the second one and much , much bigger.