Excerpts from "Exposed Women" by Simon Grail

The Correction of Judy

 

The Correction Centre guards took Judy through one of the many doors exiting the arrival chamber, which led into a smaller room with white walls and a rubber floor. There was a standing rack of lashes, straps and rods, while the walls and ceilings were all fitted with hooks and rings and folded and recessed mechanisms that, although they were totally inert and mostly unidentifiable at the moment, still gave her shiver of fear.

'You have to learn to accept punishment as a normal part of the daily routine,' Dave said.

'You're here to suffer,' Sid reminded her. 'So, it's best we give you an intro up front...'

'Don't worry, we'll go easy on you,' Sid assured her.

Just for a moment she must have displayed some brief expression of hope on her face. Then both the men laughed at her naivete.

They bent Judy over at the hips and spread her legs, opening her groin from behind. Sid fingered her aching anus.

'Judge Harvill?' he enquired.

Judy sobbed and nodded.

'He likes having girls up the backside,' Dave confirmed. He cupped and squeezed her still cane-sore breasts and she whimpered. 'Was that him as well?'

She whimpered and nodded again.

'Hope you think it was worth it...'

Had it been?

Her ankles were chained to recessed rings set in the floor. Handcuffed wrists were hooked to the end of a wire rope that ran down from an electric winch in the ceiling. A second rope was hooked the back of her collar. To prevent her straightening up, rubber cords with hooks and spring clips on their ends were secured to the recessed rings holding her ankles apart and then extended up to her breasts, where the clips were snapped shut about her nipples. She whimpered as they were stretched and tugged downwards. Dave pushed a rubber gag ring into her mouth, wedging it behind her teeth and stretched her lips wide. Now she was open and inviting both front and back.

From the rack of punishment devices, the men selected a pair of electric lashes. These had rubber thongs interwoven with silver wires. They positioned themselves in front and behind her and stroked the lashes over her trembling body.

'Now this is going to hurt,' Sid said, pressing the switch that turned the power to his lash on.

The lashes hissed through the air and cracked against her outthrust bottom and up against her dangling and stretched breasts. The physical impacts of the rubber thongs alone would have hurt, but the extra jolt delivered through the wires woven into them added a second wave of pain and a sharp crackle and a flicker of tiny electric flashes to their meatier cracks.

Judy shrieked about her gagged lips and jerked and twisted and bucked in a frenzy of pain. The short chains holding her ankles apart clicked as she jerked against them, while the wire ropes and rubber cords that were holding her taut between them twanged and sang. But no matter how hard she struggled, there was no escape from the awful waves and jolts of pain that burned into her chest and backside. Her bottom flesh shivered, and her breasts bounced and wobbled.

Tears ran across her cheeks and dribble fell from her gaping mouth. She burned, she wailed and sobbed and the sound of rubber on flesh and her own cries of agony echoed back from the walls.

Then it stopped. Dave put his hand under her chin and tilted her head back so he could peer into her red rimmed and tear-wet eyes.

'We can keep this up for hours, or we can screw you now. Which would you rather?' And he pulled her gag out.

A pathetic wash of gratitude flowed through her at the kindness of his offer.

'Please... fuck me!' she croaked.

Dave opened his flies and shoved his stiff cock into her mouth, while Sid took hold of her hips and rammed his shaft up into her pussy. And she squeezed and sucked and lapped at both their penises with a frantic desperation to please.

Dave stroked her hair as she fellated him. 'That's a good girl. You're getting the hang of it already. While you're undergoing correction, there'll be sex and pain and a side order of shame. You can't avoid any of them. But if you're smart, you'll get a little more of the sex and a little less of the pain and learn to manage the shame.'

Sid, with his big cock pumping steadily away in her pussy, added his words of wisdom.

'I know it seems cruel to you right now, but that's the way the system works. That's what keeps the city together. Your suffering will help other people to obey the law. You know what they say: If you can't do masochistic, servile, degrading bondage with hard sex, public flagellation and shaming, then don't do the crime!'

And he and Dave both laughed at the old joke. And then they shouted and groaned and spurted their semen down her throat and up into her vagina.

For a moment, as both the men sagged over her trembling body, still coupled with her, Judy thought she was going to be sick. And then she swallowed one lot of slimy discharge down while she squeezed tight about the flesh rod that had delivered the other, as if trying to suck it up inside her. Now every orifice she possessed had been used for the pleasure of three men who had been total strangers until today. And it was all perfectly legal!

 

Excerpt from "Girl in a Hole"

 

As Justine gaped at them, they freed her arms from whatever they had been suspended from above her head and pulled her upright once again. They unclipped her cuffs and pulled her arms around in front of her and refastened them again. She saw the link between the big straps buckled about her wrists was a kind of double-ended snap hook. Then they dragged her over to a bare section of wall. There was one large heavy hook screwed to it set well above head height. From this hook, like a painting on a long piece of string, hung a square of old plywood through which a hundred fine tacks had been hammered from the rear so that only their tips protruded. A little below this board a shiny black, phallic-shaped object jutted out of the wall and curved upwards. It was a length of foam rubber pipe lagging with a wire core for stiffness wrapped in repair tape and heavily greased. Just above the floor beneath the big hook two ringbolts set wide apart had been screwed into the wall. Lengths of rope had been threaded through them.

They pushed Justine face forward against the wall and dragged her arms up over her head and hooked her cuffs over the big hook screwed to the wall so that she could not pull them off. She bowed her back outward so that she didn't touch the tack board, which hung at chest height, or the phallus, the tip of which brushed her pubic bush. Then they spread her legs and turned her feet out and tied her ankles to the ringbolts ropes. Now she was secured in an inverted "Y" with her upper body bowed away from the wall so that at least she did not touch the board of tacks or the tip of the phallus. But that did not last long. A push on her bottom drove her hips against the wall and shoved the greased phallus into her. She groaned as its fat rough girth squeezed and slid up inside her, bending as it went until she was completely plugged and impaled.

'Like having something up inside you, do you, Missy?' Scarlet asked.

'N... no... how dare you... stop this!' she protested. And yet as she looked down at herself she saw her nipples swelling and standing up.

Scarlet laughed at her reaction. 'How long since you've had a proper screw?' he asked.

When she didn't answer he pushed against the back of her shoulders, forcing her nipples to brush across the spiked board. She yelped as the fine tack tips, almost like needles, pricked her hot throbbing teats and strained to pull herself away from them again. But his firm, strong hand, held her in place.

'How long?' he asked again.

'A m...month... maybe six-weeks!' she sobbed.

'A pretty woman like you going without it for six weeks?' Check interjected.

'You're not a lesbian, are you?' Denim asked.

'No... no,' Justine wailed.

'You've not cum in all that time?'

'No.... yes... I mean... I've had orgasms...' Justine sobbed in fear, trying not to move or even breathe hard in case it hurt her breasts even more.

'You mean you play with yourself? Check asked.

'I've got a v.... vibrator!' Justine wailed. 'I b... bring myself off with a vibrator! Is that what you want to hear?'

The pressure of Scarlet's hand on her shoulders relaxed and with a gasp of relief she pulled her breasts away from the spiked board. She felt her cheeks blushing from the shameful admission she been compelled to make. Even though she couldn't see their faces, she knew the three young men were grinning at this intimate revelation.

Scarlet tapped the pinboard. 'Good for getting the truth, isn't it? How would you like both your tits mashed up against it properly hard next time?'

Her vagina squeezed about the makeshift dildo inside her even as she gasped: 'No... no please don't!'

'Are you ready to beg for a three-way screw then?'

'Uhhhh.... no!'

'Then your tits are going to suffer. Better have something to bite on...' And he pulled her gag back up and pushed it between her teeth once more.

The three men gathered behind her with their car tyre paddles ready. Justine twisted her head round and shook it, pleading with her eyes. But it was no good.

Swish, thwack, smack!

The paddles beat against her back and thighs, imprinting her soft flesh with the patterns of car tyre tread. She screamed and bit on her gag ball and instinctively flinched forward. This of course ground her breasts against the pinboard so hard that they flattened across it. What felt like a hundred needle points stabbed into her flesh, stabbing into the crown of her hard nipple tips and the sensitive rim of her areola and the soft rotundity of her breasts around them. The hot pain shocked her and she screamed again and tore herself away from the board.

Swish, thwack!

The spanking paddles beat her bottom and thighs again, causing her to jerk herself forward once more even harder. Her breasts became fleshy pancakes as they flattened against the board. The needle tips punctured her skin, drawing droplets of scarlet.

Swish thwack!

Again and again they beat her, bring a rosy blush to her clenching buttocks and driving her against the wall so that her breasts mashed as promised against the terrible pinboard. Dribbles of saliva ran out of the sides of her mouth parted by the gag straps and dripped off her cheeks onto her pinpricked breasts.

And yet there was another consequence to her wild jerks and finches. The sponge dildo lodged inside her was working back and forth with her frantic motion. Instinctively she squeezed her sheath tight about it and felt the thrill of primitive delight to counter the pain in her breasts.

It was her only distraction. It felt so much nicer than the pins. It was a friend... A comforter... it was...

And then a violent spasm took hold of Justine and made her jerk her hips frantically against the wall, not caring that she was grinding her nipples over the tack points at the same time, until she felt her loins burst and she sprayed her orgasmic juices over the foam and tape phallus.

 

Excerpt from "Ponygirls at Work" - The Merry Girl Round

 

Not far from the coconut girl shy, there was a traditional Merry-Girl-Round.

A pair of naked ponygirls standing on either side of its central post, which also incorporated an old-fashioned hurdy-gurdy music box, turned hand cranks to which their wrists were cuffed, which rotated the simple suspended frame that carried six conscripted ponygirls around in circles. Some were already feeling dizzy and would have preferred trotting along the open road pulling a carriage as nature intended, but today they had been reduced to the status of fairground attractions.

They were bent over with their arms and legs splayed out in traditional rocking horse style. Small leather saddles were strapped onto their haunches and brass and leather bridles were strapped about their heads, which were held up high by broad leather collars buckled about their necks. Horsehair tails jutted out from between their buttocks. Their hands grasped handles that were bolted through the middles of rigid hollow sleeves that were mounted on heavy springs bolted to the floor of the merry-girl-round. Their feet were buckled to stirrups which also rested on heavy springs.

As the merry-girl-round rotated, the girls' hips began to heave up and down as if galloping in slow motion, accentuated by their sprung hand and foot mounts. This motion was provided by dildo tipped rods plugged into their vaginas. These passed down under them through slots in the floor and fastened to the rims of wheels that turned beneath it along a board track to stop them cutting into the grass. As the wheels turned, the rods were cranked up and down, driving the girls' hips. Once in motion they appeared to gallop round and round.

Of course, many people paid for the chance to ride them.

The clambered onto the saddles and took up the reins and when the merry-girl-round was full, the girls in the middle began cranking and about they went. The ponygirls' hips continued to rise and fall sensuously beneath them. In fact, the ponygirls were not carrying their riders' full weight on their backs, or through their plugged pussies. That would have been impossible to sustain in such circumstances. Some of it was carried by sprung steel strips stitched into the saddle straps that passed under their bodies that were supported by brackets connected to the pumping pussy rods that rose and fell with their hips.

That didn't matter to the riders. They enjoyed the sensation of riding naked women's bodies while they rocked back and forth on their sprung limbs. They could reach round behind them and slap their bare straining flanks and buttocks. Flicking and pulling on the reins also had an effect. The reins passed through the cheek rings of the ponygirls' bridles and then ran down to their dangling breasts and their nipples to which they were clipped. These could be jerked about by their riders, making the girls wince and whimper and chew on their bits.

But despite their awkward postures, the girls soon began to get aroused. Even if they were only playing, they were ponygirls and it was impossible to ignore the churning of the plugs inside their pussies as they were pumped up and down. Their juices began by trickling slowly down the pumping rods, and then begin to fall in a series of steady drips. Soon the perfume of their arousal filled the air within the merry-girl-round and everybody could smell it. They could also see the growing excitement in their flushed cheeks and engorging breasts and hard nipples.

Of course, the game was to be mounted on a ponygirl when she came.

A few well-timed slaps and jerks on the nipple rings brought them to an orgasm. Then they shuddered as they galloped along, spurting out their juices while onlookers cheered. The successful riders beamed and bowed proudly, patting the heads of their living mounts.

Finally, the merry-girl-round came to a stop and the riders clambered off. Helplessly the flushed and soiled girls waited for a new batch to pay their money and mount them for another ride to nowhere.