Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Jason Scott
Title: Emily's Retribution - Part I
Part: 1 of 3
Summary: Emily is convicted of a serious juvenile crime and is sent to a
special center for punishment, retribution and rehabilitation.  The
Center's methods may be controversial, but highly effective.
Keywords: Mf, bd, humil, reluc, oral, anal


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   "Welcome to The Stonebridge Rehabilitation Center for Wayward Girls," a
loudspeaker echoes throughout the large entryway, "We welcome you here
today as we believe you have a promising future ahead of you.  We will do
everything in our power to ensure you reach your full potential."

   The teen walks through the veranda wearing a bright orange sleeveless
jumpsuit; her hands cuffed in front of her.  As she approaches a long
corridor, she looks up at the ceiling where she hears the speaker repeat
the same message over and over again.

   Not far behind the teen, she is followed by a mountain of a woman
wearing a standard guard's uniform.  She stands six-two with the physique
of a former Miss Universe bodybuilder.  She's not going to win a beauty
contest anytime soon but her features are much more feminine than
masculine. Though she probably doesn't need it, she carries a cattle prod
over her shoulder for added intimidation.

   "Stop right there," the hulking woman points to a mark on the floor,
"place your toes on the line." The teen stands as instructed with a stoic
look on her face.  She stares at a man sitting at a desk typing on a
computer keyboard.  The huge woman paces back and forth behind her as they
await further instructions.  Finally the man looks up, points to the teen
and motions her forward.  The guard gives the little strawberry-blond teen
a nudge, encouraging her to step forward.

   "Your Name?"

   "Emily," the teen replies with a hint of attitude in her voice.

   The man looks up, not impressed with her response.  "FULL name toots."

   Emily smirks at the 'toots' comment but relents and answers. 
"Emily...Emily Kendall, SIR," the inflection of the 'sir' part of her
response is filled with sarcasm.

   The man types on his keyboard then reaches for an odd shaped gun with a
thick needle sticking out the end of the barrel.  "Please give me your
arm."

   "What do you think you're going to do with that thing?" Emily pulls her
arms away from his outstretched hand.

   The man looks up but the teen can tell his line of sight is directed
over her shoulder.  Before she can turn around she feels two soft points
pressing against her shoulder.  The next sensation was much less pleasant
as twenty-five thousand volts of electricity courses through her body.  If
it wasn't for the desk catching her fall, she would have dropped to her
knees.

   Before she could scream the Amazonian guard grabs Emily's ponytail,
pulls her back to an upright position and places her face to within inches
of Emily's ear.  "Did I or did I not tell you when you stepped off the bus
that you are not to speak unless spoken to and NEVER...EVER...disobey a
direct order."

   The guard yanks on her ponytail forcing the teen's head to nod up and
down.

   "Yes ma'am," is Emily's only response as she extends her cuffed wrists
towards the man.

   The man grabs her wrist and pulls her so that she is off balance leaning
over the edge of the desk.  The woman chimes in, "Now if you are ready to
cooperate, this nice man is going to explain to you everything he is going
to do to you." The woman releases Emily's hair and nods to the man.

   "I'm not going to lie, this is going to hurt.  This is going to inject
an RFID device into your arm.  The device will tell us where you are at all
times while you are in this facility." The man lays her arm down on the
desk and lays the tip of the huge needle against her forearm, "Ready Miss
Kendall?"

   He looks up waiting for the teen to give him a sign.  She gulps then
nods; he immediately pulls the trigger.  Her knees buckle slightly and all
color flushes from her face.  She grits her teeth trying to fight through
the pain surging through her arm.  The man holds his grasp on her wrist and
grabs another gun.

   "And this is an estrogen inhibitor; it is not only a moderately
effective form of birth control but will also halt your menstrual cycle for
the next sixty days."

   "'Moderately' effective birth control," Emily thinks to herself as she
braces for another painful injection.  The man points the gun at the teen's
arm and pulls the trigger.  Emily is surprised when the second injection
felt more like a puff of air, at least compared to the first injection. 
The man releases his grip and Emily starts to rub the area of the two
injections.  She can feel a lump where the RFID device lies just under her
skin.

   "Why do I need that second injection?" Emily speaks without thinking,
still with an attitude in her voice.  She cowers, expecting to be stuck
with the cattle prod again.  She notices the man raise his hand, stopping
the guard from applying corrective action.

   "Miss, do you understand why you are here?"

   "Yes sir.  It's been explained to me a thousand times."

   "Well apparently you need another reminder as to how you got to this
point in your pathetic little life.  You have been convicted of vandalism.
You caused over twenty-five thousand dollars damage to government property.
You have been sent to this facility for punishment, retribution and
rehabilitation.  Your sentence includes punishment by weekly public
flogging and you have been ordered to mandatory daily servitude to repay
your debts.  The rest of your time here will be focused on rehabilitation.
For the next forty-five days your ass belongs to us, literally and
figuratively."

   Emily just nods her head.  All these things have been explained to her
many times; by the judge, her court-appointed lawyers and now this man,
whoever he is.  All she remembers is being given an option; forty-five days
of intensive rehabilitation or a year in juvenile detention.  It was an
easy choice no matter what she has to do in this place.

   "Let me make something perfectly clear to you miss; our methods maybe
highly controversial but our results speak for themselves.  We've only had
three teens return to this facility and I promise you they did not return a
third time.  Your only saving grace from all this is that when you leave
here, if you successfully complete this program, your juvenile record will
be completely expunged and your debt paid in full."

   "Yes sir." Emily smiles as she recalls the main reason she accepted this
deal; a clean slate on both fronts.  She didn't care that part of program
had 'sexual elements' in it.

   The man reaches down and pushes a button, he leans down and speaks into
a microphone, "Inspector, please come escort Miss Kendall to Preparation
Room B."

   Within seconds a tall burly man walks through a side door, he grabs
Emily by the elbow and directs her through another exit.  They walk halfway
down the hallway and then he guides her into a small room with the letter
'B' on the door.  The guard closes the door behind him and punches in a
code to lock the door.  He walks over to the cabinet, pulls out what looks
like terry cloth towels and throws it on the padded table.  After he
removes Emily's handcuffs he steps back towards the door, turns and stands
with his arms folded across his chest.

   "Please remove all your clothing; the uniform you will be wearing from
this point forward can be found on the table."

   Emily looks at the large man and gives him a nasty look, "If you think
I'm getting naked in front of you then you are bat-shit crazy."

   Emily turns to inspect the new uniform.  Before she knew what hit her
she is lying face down on the table, her arm wrenched behind her back with
his full weight on top of her.  The guard kicks the inside of her leg
forcing her legs wide apart.  He brings his hand up and clutches onto her
soft fleshy crotch.

   "Let me explain something to you Miss Kendall, for the next
hour...this," he squeezes his grip on her pussy to emphasize his point,
"belongs to me.  I am going to be giving it a thorough inspection to ensure
you are not concealing contraband.  Any sense of modesty you think you
deserve should be abandoned immediately.  You're going to remove that
jumpsuit and whatever you are wearing under it or I will tear them from
your body with my bare hands.  Do I make myself clear?"

   The teen struggles against his hold, but doesn't respond.

   "The decision is yours missy; we can do this the easy was," the guard
pushes two pointy fingers into her crotch, "or we can do this hard way."
The guard lifts his body off of the teen and then unzips the fly in his
pants.  He reaches his hand into the opening and fishes out his large nine
inch flaccid cock.  He slaps it on the table next to Emily's face.

   Emily's eyes widen as she stares at the slab of meat lying in front of
her.  It's the largest rod she has ever seen, and it isn't even erect. 
"Okay, we will do it the easy way," the attitude in her voice quickly
changes.  "Please let go of my arm before you rip it out of the socket."

   The guard pulls back, releases the teen's arm and shoves his cock back
into his pants.  He steps back and assumes his position in front of the
door.  Emily stands up, her hand shaking as she reaches for the zipper of
the jumpsuit.  She turns her back to the guard and pulls the jumpsuit down
over her shoulders.  She removes her sports bra and then grabs the pile on
the table hoping one of the items is a shirt.  She grabs the two pieces of
cloth and holds them up.  She turns to the guard showing him what she is
holding, "What the hell is this shit?"

   In one hand she holds a stretchy loop of terrycloth no more than six
inches wide, it closely resembles the popular halter-top style worn in the
seventies.  In the other hand she holds a similar piece of fabric that is
only slightly wider at twelve inches wide.

   "That is your uniform, the one in your right hand is the top and the
other one is the bottom."

   "This isn't going to cover shit." Emily then realizes that she is
standing topless with her hands spread out to her side.  She quickly covers
her breasts and turns her back to the inspector again.

   "Miss Kendall, if you are worried about what that covers and what that
doesn't cover, then you are in for a rude awakening.  That uniform will
probably be off your body more than on while you are in this facility.  Did
the Commandant mention that your weekly public flogging will be in the
nude?"

   The teen bristles as she slides the top over her head, adjusting it as
best she can to cover her perky C-cup breasts.

   "He probably forgot to mention that your uniform is rarely required
during your mandatory daily servitude sessions as well."

   A tear starts to stream down the teen's cheek as she kicks the jumpsuit
off her foot and into a pile on the floor.  Though she's no stranger to
sex, she has always been a bit self-conscious about her body, especially
being seen naked.  She slides the bottom half of the uniform up her legs,
shimmying them over her hips.

   "Please remove your panties Miss Kendall; those are no longer part of
your uniform."

   With a huff she reaches under the micro-skirt and pulls down her
panties. With petulance she throws the panties onto the discarded jumpsuit.
"There!  Are you satisfied?"

   "Not yet, but I will be soon." The guard steps forward and pushes the
teen towards the end of the table.  He grabs the back of her neck and
slowly forces her to bend over, resting her head on the soft padded leather
inspection table.  Her skirt quickly rides up her hips, fully exposing her
nether region to the guard.  The guard slides his hand down her back, down
the crack of her ass, and then settles in between her labia.

   "Aren't you going to use gloves or something?" Emily's voice quivering
at the thought of what this large man is about to do.

   "Gloves are not required at this facility.  Everyone that enters this
facility has been thoroughly tested and is retested on a regular schedule.
We pride ourselves on being a completely disease-free facility
fifteen-years running.  Besides, I have a much better sense of touch
without them; much better to find contraband."

   "You're not going to find any contraband in my pussy."

   "I'll be the judge of that," he says as he pokes a finger into the
entrance of her cave.

   "Can you at least use some lubrication so that you don't tear me apart?"

   "Lubrication?" the guard chuckles, "Apparently the Commandant must have
failed to mention the side effect of the estrogen inhibitor.  The drug has
a special enzyme that triggers the Bartholin's gland inside your labia to
be constantly active."

   "What the hell are you talking about?  Do I look like a fucking doctor
to you?"

   The guard points a second finger into her vagina; he shoves both fingers
deep into her cavern with absolutely no resistance.  "It means that your
pussy is going to be dripping wet twenty-four, seven for the next sixty
days."

   Emily grabs the sides of the table as the guard continues to slide his
fingers in and out of her pussy.  She can't believe how wet and slippery
she immediately became, given she hasn't received any stimulation.  Though
the guard is roughly rooting around in her passage, there's no discomfort
what so ever.

   "I'm not feeling anything, but I may have to take an extended look
later. Why don't we check the other cavity first."

   "Please don't, I promise you there is nothing up there."

   "I wish I had a dollar every time I heard that one.  Do me a favor and
reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me."

   Emily knows she is at his mercy and has no way of stopping him from
performing his search.  She hesitantly reaches back and grabs her ass; she
pulls her cheeks apart exposing her puckered star.  "Are you going to lube
that area up first?"

   "Trust me, my fingers are well lubed up, and if not, I know where to get
more." The guard shoves his fingers back in her pussy to get as much of her
slick juices on his fingers as possible.  He pulls them out and aims them
at her anus.  He starts to push his finger past the barrier.

   "If you have to do this, can you please use just one finger?"

   "Oh, I will start with just one finger, but unlikely that I will finish
with just one."

   Emily braces for the intrusion.  She's not a virgin, but seldom allows
her boyfriends to do too much with her backside.  The initial stretching
was tolerable, but uncomfortable none the less.  She can tell by the
contact of the guards hand against her ass that he has nearly his entire
finger imbedded into her bowels.  She can't believe the effects this is
having on her; she's never enjoyed things shoved in her ass, but for some
reason his rough treatment to her colon is driving her mad.

   She then feels the guard start to ease a second finger into her back
passage.  Once his fingertip is in she lets go of her ass cheeks so that
she can grab the table to brace herself for what she knows is coming next.
As the guard pushes deeper and deeper, stretching her sphincter muscle to
the max, she starts to scream out, "OW...OWWWW; that hurts."

   The guard lets out a light chuckle; the tone in her screaming doesn't
give him any sense that she is in true pain.  To him it sounded like she
was trying to convince herself that this was supposed to hurt, but in
reality it's having a completely different effect on her body.  The guard
then brings his other hand up and quickly shoves two fingers into her
sopping wet cunt.

   "OH GOD YES!!!" The words slip out of Emily's mouth before she realizes
what she's said.  "I'm mean no, stop, please don't do that."

   The guard just laughs as he continues to probe both passages with every
finger that he can fit inside her.  He tries to fit a third finger in her
ass as a third finger easily makes its way into her pussy.  The juices from
her pussy are flowing like a river; a puddle forming on the floor between
her legs.

   "I can't seem to get all the way back there; looks like I need a longer
tool," the guard announces as he removes his fingers and stands up behind
her.  He unfastens his belt, unzips his pants and hauls out a now erect
eleven inch monster.

   Emily looks back and gasps.  She doesn't know why, but her body is
telling her she wants this.  She's likes sex as much as the next teenager,
but she has never been a one-night-stand type of girl.  But now, something
primal has been activated inside her.  She doesn't know where it's coming
from but she can't deny the feeling of lust in her loins.

   She lays her head down on the table hoping that he takes pity on her and
only sticks that huge thing in her cunt.  Hoping she can steer him in the
right direction, she reaches back, grabs her pussy lips and spreads them
apart.

   "So, is that the hole you prefer?"

   "Yes sir.  Please don't put that thing in my ass." He lines up his cock
into her wet opening and pushes forward in one deep thrust.  Emily's entire
body lurches forward as he bottoms out against her cervix.  He pulls back
and then pushes forward again.  The teen lurches again; a deep grunt
escapes her lungs.  The guard continues to pull back and push forward;
Emily releases her pussy lips and then slides her hand between her legs,
searching for her clit.  Just as she is about to reach the prized nub the
inspector grabs her arm and pulls her hand from between her legs.  He grabs
both arms and holds them behind her back as he increases the speed of his
thrusts.

   "Sorry missy, The Captain gave very specific instructions...no orgasms
for the detainees." Just then the inspector makes one final thrust forward
as he empties his seed deep into Emily's cavern.  Emily is wild with desire
as she feels his seed mix with her own juices.  She starts to beg for
relief.

   "What kind of cruel punishment is this?  Why can't I cum too?"

   "Let's just say we believe it will keep you focused.  Rehabilitation
seems to go much smoother when this element is added to the program."

   "I don't get to cum at all for the next forty-five days?"

   "The next time you will be allowed to cum will be totally dependent on
your behavior.  And don't think for a second you'll be able to get yourself
off, the consequences for self-gratification can be quite severe."

   "Like what?"

   "All I will tell you is it is best that you do not test our resolve to
rehabilitate you."

   Emily reaches down between her legs, his seed and her juices continue to
ooze down her leg.  "Is the drug he injected me with supposed to make me
super horny as well?  I don't think I've ever wanted to be fucked as bad as
I did just then."

   "That side effect has never been proven through clinical research,
though it does seem like our detainees have a heightened sex drive while
they are here.  But that could just be a byproduct of our program."

   "Your program?"

   "It will all be explained to you in due time.  Straighten yourself up,
it's time to go." The guard looks the teen up and down.  Emily's nearly
non-existent skirt is still bunched up around her waist and her top is
askew, half a nipple peeking out over the top edge.  Emily covers herself
as best she can while the guard punches a code in the door.  The door
clicks as the guard pulls it open; he grabs Emily by the arm and guides her
down the hallway.

   The two pass through several locked doors, Emily thought it odd that the
box on the side of the door beeps and a green light flashes as they
approach the door.  The door unlocks automatically without the guard having
to enter a code or swipe a badge.

   The two finally reach an area of the facility where the hallway has
nothing but rows of doors on both sides of the isle.  The guard stops a
quarter of the way down the hallway and opens a door.  Emily peers inside.
She sees a bed, a small desk, a toilet, a sink and even a tiny stand-up
shower in the corner - the bare essentials.

   "I suppose this is my home for the next forty-five days."

   "This will be your sanctuary.  This is the only place you will get a
break from the program.  Outside of this room you will be one hundred
percent focused on punishment, retribution and rehabilitation.  Your limits
will be tested, I guarantee it.  There will be days that you will be
begging to get back into this room."

   Emily lowers her head and walks into the room.  She stops just past the
threshold as the door closes behind her; the sound of the lock echoes
throughout the four bare walls.  Emily makes a beeline for the toilet, she
sits down and puts her face in her hands, "Boy, you really fucked up big
time didn't you Emily Kendall," she says to herself as tears start
streaming down her face.

   *****

   The rest of day one was mostly uneventful.  She spent most of the time
in her room, except being let out for dinner in the mess hall.  That night
she lies in bed trying to sleep; the urge to stroke her clit is unbearable.
She desperately needs relief, especially after the thorough fucking she
received earlier.  The guard's warning of the consequences echoing in her
head is enough of a deterrent...barely.

   *****

   Emily is wakened with a loud siren and flashing lights going off in her
room.  For a minute she thought the house was on fire.  When she jumps out
of bed she is quickly reminded that she wasn't in her home, the four bare
walls around her reminds her of the mess she has put herself in.

   The door to her room automatically opens, she remembers from the
instructions she was given last night that she is to step out of her room
and stand in the hall for 'daily inspection'.  She wasn't told what was
going to be inspected, but she knew she better be presentable.  She
straightens her skirt and top as best she could and walks out into the
hall. The three other girls on her wing were already standing outside their
room; she notices that each of the girls were standing with their legs
spread a bit more than shoulder width apart, their arms behind their backs;
their right hand grasping their left elbow and their left hand grasping
their right elbow and their heads bowed.  Emily decides to make a good
first impression so she stands in the same position as the other girls.

   Soon after getting settled she hears the door at the end of the hall
open.  She turns her head to see who's in charge of doing the inspections.
She nearly collapses when she sees the colossal woman from yesterday. 
Emily scowls to see that she is still carrying that cattle prod; under her
breath she whispers to herself, "Oh fuck."

   Emily tries not to move her head, but watches through the corner of her
eye as the woman approaches.  The woman turns and stands directly in front
of her.  Emily didn't dare raise her head but wasn't sure what to do as the
woman doesn't give any orders.  After what seemed like an hour, Emily
finally raises her head and looks up at the massive woman in front of her.

   "That's pretty good for your first day, you held your pose much longer
than I expected."

   "Yes ma'am, I will try better next time."

   "I read your report last night.  I understand the inspector was quite
thorough with his cavity search yesterday."

   "Yes ma'am." Emily thinks back to yesterday, she can feel the moisture
starting to seep out of her pussy again.

   "Is it safe to assume that the search did not create any permanent
damage?"

   "No ma'am, I'm a little sore but no damage was done."

   "And how about the drug; how are you coping with the side effects?"

   Emily wasn't sure how to answer the question.  Besides the constant
leaking and the strong desire to masturbate, she didn't have any issues. 
"Ma'am?"

   The woman reached down between Emily's legs and shoves two fingers
straight up into her sloppy wet pussy.  "This, my darling; how are you
dealing with this?"

   "It's a bit...frustrating...ma'am."

   The woman starts to remove her fingers from her pussy, but first makes
sure she brushes across the teen's engorged clit.  The sensation, though
brief, sends shivers through her entire body.  Goose bumps formed on every
inch of her exposed skin.  "Good...good answer, I like that.  You can
return to your room, take a shower and get ready for breakfast."

   "Yes ma'am.  Thank you ma'am." Just as Emily was about to turn back into
her room the woman places the cattle prod across her chest.  Emily stops
dead in her tracks.

   "Captain Rosalyn Collins"

   "Excuse me, ma'am?"

   "I don't mind you calling me ma'am, but you can also call me Captain Roz
or just Captain."

   "Yes ma...Captain Roz.  Thank you."

   Emily turns and heads into her room, she hears Captain Roz yell at the
other girls "Now that is how you're supposed to act on your first day in
the facility.  Isn't that right you little bitches?"

   The three teens in unison reply, "Yes Captain, my Captain."

   Emily chuckles, "Those teens are in for a tough morning inspection," she
says to herself.  She then hears the telltale zapping sound of the cattle
prod, followed by a loud scream from one of the girls.

   After showering Emily and the teens walk to the mess hall.  She sits at
the table eating her breakfast when she asks the girl what she did to
deserve getting zapped by the cattle prod.  The girl responds, "That bitch
just hates me.  She's hated me since day one."

   Emily knows from experience the cattle prod is only used when she gets
out of line.  She asks, "You must have said something you weren't supposed
to."

   The girl laughs, "I just asked her a simple question...I asked her if
she was a dyke."

   "You didn't!  What did she say?"

   "She answered me by sticking that cattle prod up my cunt and pulling the
trigger." Emily just covers her mouth with her hand in pure shock.  "I
think she gets off on lighting me up with that thing on a daily basis.  But
it's better now than it used to be, she at least has it turned down to a
lower setting."

   As the girl is telling the story Emily continues to be distracted by a
guard yelling out names.  "Why does he keep yelling out names?"

   "Today is the day you get your schedule for the week.  When your name is
called you're supposed to go up and get your schedule and assignments."

   "Schedule?"

   "Yeah, I don't know what you're in here for but every one of us has a
very rigid schedule.  Every second of every day will be planned out for
you."

   "Emily Kendall," the guard finally yells out her name.

   "Looks like it's my turn; can't wait to see what's in store for me this
week." The girls laugh like Emily just told the funniest joke on the
planet. Emily is puzzled by their reaction, she's now a bit concerned to
learn what her first week entails.  Emily steps up to the desk, "I'm Emily,
Emily Kendall."

   Without looking up the guard commands, "Give me your arm."

   Emily hesitantly extends her arm.  The guard slides a device over the
small bump, a second later the device chimes and the display changes to
green with a check mark over her name.  The guard then reached down, grabs
an iPad and hands it to Emily.

   "Since this is your first week, open up your schedule and take a look.
We'll go over it so if you have any questions you can ask them now."

   Emily taps the screen and her schedule pops up.  The first item listed
'Classroom' from nine am to noon.  She didn't bother looking ahead before
asking her first question.  "What is Classroom?"

   "While you're here our educators will be teaching you everything you
need to know to survive in the real world.  The iPad has your daily
assignments already loaded.  The assignments are designed to determine your
strengths and weaknesses.  At the end of the week you will turn in the iPad
where your assignments will be reviewed and graded.  New assignments will
be loaded each week to help you improve in the areas where you are weak but
also to build on the areas where you are strongest.  It will be in your
best interest to complete all the assignments given to you."

   "Okay, this may bore the shit out of me, but what the hell." School has
never held Emily's interest for any length of time.  "What's next?" Emily
puts her finger on the screen, scrolling her schedule to the next time
block.

   "Lunch from twelve to one then from one to two...what is 'Waxing'?"

   The guard looks at the teen.  He points to the nearly non-existent skirt
and tells the teen to pull it up.  Emily was about to protest but then
remembered the consequences for disobeying a direct order.  She starts to
blush but grabs the bottom hem of her skirt and lifts it up.

   "See that," the guard points, "that forest between your legs needs a
good waxing."

   Emily looks down, her reddish-blonde pubic hair was fully covering her
mons but in her opinion wasn't completely out of control.  "Really?  Are we
talking a bikini wax, a landing strip or full Brazilian?"

   Just as she finishes her question another teen walks by; the guard calls
her over.  He tells her to turn towards Emily and lift her skirt.  The teen
complies without even a peep of protest.  Emily blushes as she stares at a
completely bald mound and fully exposed pussy lips.  Emily also notices the
glistening between her folds, the telltale sign she also received the
injection.

   "Okay, I guess I got my answer." Emily return to her iPad to see what
else was on her schedule.  "Looks like I have more classroom time, then
dinner, and then back to my room for `quiet time'.  Then it says
`servitude' from 7:00 to 8:30 then back to my room for the rest of the
night.  What is servitude?"

   The guard looks down at his computer, "It says here you have a hefty sum
of money you owe the government, plus your legal fees.  Servitude is where
you will be assigned tasks to assist in paying back your debts."

   "You mean like washing dishes or doing laundry or something like that."

   "Yeah...or something like that," the guard says with a slight chuckle.
"Captain Roz will escort you to your assigned room each day; she will
explain what task you will be required to perform." Emily couldn't figure
out why the guard had a big grin on his face.

   "Except for the waxing it looks like every day is the pretty much the
same schedule." Emily pauses; the guard notices a quick change in her
demeanor.  "The day after tomorrow the one to two o'clock hour shows
'Public Flogging'."

   "Do you have a question about that?"

   "No, it's just an observation." Emily has resigned herself to her fate,
knowing the debt she owes to society for her misdeeds.  She continues to
think about the end goal, to clear her record and her debt...if only she
can survive the next forty-five days.

   "Do you have any other questions about your schedule then?"

   "No sir."

   "Then I would suggest you clean up your table and get to class.  Oh, one
more thing, as long as you are heading in the right direction the RFID
device in your arm will automatically unlock any door you encounter.  Head
in the wrong direction and...well...let's just say you won't get very far.
There's a map of the facility on your iPad should you need it."

   "Yes sir, thank you sir." Emily thinks back to yesterday when all the
doors unlocked automatically.  "That explains things."

   *****

   Emily sits in the classroom but could not concentrate on any of the
'life lessons' the educators were trying to teach.  Her mind was partially
on the afternoon waxing, but mostly on the evening servitude session.  The
constant wetness and the never ending urge to scratch the itch between her
legs makes her think that she might be in for a long day.

   After surviving the three hours of classroom time, Emily sits at a table
in the mess hall, her lunch nearly finished.  She looks up at the clock; it
reads ten minutes before one o'clock.  Emily takes a deep breath, grabs her
iPad, returns her tray to the kitchen and walks out the exit heading toward
the 'salon' - as it's called on the map.  She turns into the room where a
woman sits at the front desk.  The woman doesn't acknowledge the teen
standing in front of her.

   "I...I think I have a one o'clock appointment."

   "Place your arm on the scanner," the woman doesn't even look up.  Emily
waves her arm over the device; the scanner chimes confirming she's in the
right place.

   "Please follow me." The woman stands up and leads the teen into a small
room in the back.  "Please remove your clothes and get up on the bed."

   "All my clothes?  I thought I was only here for a waxing."

   "I said everything."

   "Why everything?"

   The woman raises her eyes for the first time; the proverbial 'if looks
could kill' catches Emily off guard.  "Sorry ma'am.  I know I am not to
disobey a direct order." Emily immediately yanks off her top and then
shimmies out of her skirt.  She jumps up on the bed, her legs crossed but
swinging over the edge with nervousness.

   "Make yourself comfortable, Patty will be right with you."

   Emily says to herself, "Patty...I hope she doesn't have big burly
hands." Emily turns her head as she hears a rap on the door.  It
immediately starts to swing open.  A man in a while lab coat walks in. 
Emily covers her naked body and yells at the man, "Get out of here, I'm
naked!"

   "Miss Kendall, my name is Patrick," the man with a British accent
announces.  "I will be taking care of you today.  There's no need to cover
yourself; I will be all up in your business in about two minutes."

   "Oh god." Emily puts her hands over her face and falls back onto the
bed, "Can this day get any worse?"

   Once the initial shock of having a man waxing her pussy subsides, Emily
opens her eyes and watches him stirring the wax and testing the
temperature. "I thought the woman said your name was Patty?"

   "My name is Patrick, but most everyone calls me Patty.  I used to drive
the prison van, which in Britain it's called Patty-wagons.  So..."

   "Yeah...I get it."

   "Plus the woman out front is a real bitch and loves to torture the
detainees.  She's probably laughing her ass off out there right now."

   "I fail to see the humor."

   "Why don't we get started?" Patty grabs the teen's knees and spreads her
legs as wide as possible.  He runs his fingers through her pubic hairs
getting a sense for what he's dealing with.  Emily is blushing as the man
between her legs is taking extraordinary liberties with her body.  She is
further shocked as he slides his thumb into her pussy.

   "Is that necessary?"

   "For the waxing?...No.  Am I allowed to?...Yes.  Am I going
to?...Absolutely.  I'm fascinated with how wet you detainees get as a
result of that one injection." While Patrick speaks he continues to slide
his thumb in and out of her slick cave.  "Does the drug make you really
horny too?  They say it's not supposed to, but I don't think I've seen a
detainee that isn't always on the edge."

   "Keep doing that for another two minutes and you'll find out." Emily is
nearly panting from just a few strokes to her pussy.

   "Well, it's unlikely you going to be fully satisfied here today." Patty
pulls his thumb out and reaches for the wax.  "Have you ever had a
Brazilian done on you before?"

   "No."

   "No what." Patrick stresses in his voice that he is still in a position
of authority.

   "No sir."

   "Well, unless you have a high tolerance for pain this is probably going
hurt like hell." Pat starts to layer on the wax over the pubic hair on her
mons.  "The wax we use doesn't require those gross strips; we just let the
wax cool down and then pull the wax off like a sheet of plastic...and all
your pubes with it." Pat takes the opportunity to slowly finger fuck her
while the wax cools sending Emily into a tizzy.

   "Brace yourself," Pat yells, but he gives her no time to prepare for
what is about to come.  No sooner did he get the words out he grabs the
edge of the wax and tears it from her body.  Emily sits bolt upright
screaming at the top of her lungs.  Instinctually she clenches her hand
into a fist and cocks her arm ready to cold-cock him.

   Before Emily could make another move Patrick had a taser in his hand,
presses it against her inner thigh and squeezes the trigger.  Emily's body
goes rigid as she falls back on the bed.

   "Sorry, but protocol states that any signs of aggression requires me to
restrain you." Patrick pulls out several leather cuffs and starts to secure
her to the bed.  Emily is still trying to gathering herself; she couldn't
offer up any resistance if she wanted to.

   "I'm sorry...sir.  I wasn't really going to punch you.  It was just a
natural reaction.  Please, you don't have to tie me down.  I promise I will
behave."

   "Too late, you're already locked down.  Besides I like this better, I
get much better access to your pussy."

   Emily looks up; her wrists are secured to a clip just above her head. 
She looks down and her legs are spread wide, even wider than before.  She
can only think of her vulnerability at the moment, how he has unrestricted
access to every hole in her body.

   Patrick wastes no time getting back to the business at hand.  He layers
on another coating of wax, and then sticks his fingers into her pussy
waiting for the wax to cool.  Without warning this time Patrick grabs the
edge of the wax and rips off another large swath of hair.

   Emily pulls at all her restraints as she grits her teeth.  "You really
enjoy doing this, don't you?"

   "You mean waxing young teenage girls' hairy pussies?  It's a job..."

   "I mean you torturing me.  You get me right to the edge then you stop
and rip all the hair from my body."

   "Yeah, that part is pretty enjoyable too I suppose." Patrick rips
another patch of wax and hair from her mons.

   "Is there a reason we have to be bald down there?" Emily asks.

   Patrick spreads more wax over Emily's labia.  She's still trying to
shake the pain from the last strip.  "Most of the clients prefer it that
way, but it also promotes good health.  Now brace yourself, this is going
to pull the hair off your lips."

   "This is going to hurt the worse, isn't it?"

   "You better believe it.  Feel free to scream if you want to, the walls
are sound-proofed." Patrick rips the wax from one side of her pussy lips.

   "OH YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

   Patrick grabs the wax on the other set of lips and pulls hard.

   "FUCK ME!"

   Patrick just laughs; she's said nothing he hasn't heard before.  As
Emily starts panting to try to ease the burning sensation between her legs
Patrick starts to unzip his fly.  He pulls out his cock and strokes it
until it becomes a rigid and thick eight inch pole.

   "What are planning on doing with that?"

   "Well, you asked for it.  I find that this helps ease the pain, or at
least it's a good distraction." Pat lines up his cock and with one thrust
he is buried completely to the hilt.  Emily again tests the limits of the
restraints as she tugs hard on the cuffs.  The sudden invasion of his
massively thick cock is unlike anything she's felt before.

   "You have to be one of the wettest girls I've had in here in awhile,"
Patrick states as he continues to pound into her cavern.

   "Please...please...rub my clit.  I need to cum so bad."

   "I will if you keep begging me.  Tell me how much you want to get off;
tell me how much you NEED to get off."

   Emily continues to beg; she doesn't realize until it's too late that all
the begging was for his benefit not hers.  Patrick pushes deep into her
cave one final time and then unloads the full contents of his testicles
deep into her cunt.

   Patrick pulls out and stuffs his cock back in his pants.  As calm as if
the last ten minutes didn't happen he simply states, "Let's see...where
were we?  Looks like I need to get around your asshole, a few stragglers
still on your lips and then we'll finish with some tweezers work to finish
you off."

   Emily just lays there nearly in a state of shock.  She can't believe she
was brought so close to the edge again but wasn't allowed her release.  She
barely flinched when Pat ripped the wax and hair from her ass; that pain
doesn't compare nearly to the pain of being denied an orgasm.

   "Okay, that should do it.  One beautifully waxed pussy ready to make its
grand entrance back into the world." Pat releases the binding and helps her
off the bed.  He gives her clothes back but Emily just stands there. 
"Honey, I don't care if you get dressed or not but in two minutes you're
going to be back in the hallway heading back to your classroom.  It's up to
you."

   Emily shakes her head trying to remove the cobwebs.  She slides on her
skirt and then the halter top.  She follows Patrick out of the room then
turns like a zombie into the hallway heading for her next class.

   *****

   The rest of the afternoon was fairly mundane, even if it was just her
first full day.  Emily is back at her room working on her assignments but
mostly thinking about the evening servitude session.  She's also making
several trips to the toilet in an attempt to flush Patrick's sperm from her
dripping pussy.  Emily is startled when she looks up and sees Captain Roz
standing at the door, cattle prod still in hand.  Emily looks down at the
clock on her iPad, "You're early...it's like twenty before seven."

   "I came a few minutes early as I want to discuss what happened in the
salon."

   "Was he not allowed to fuck me?" Emily's first thought was that this is
an investigation into Patrick's behavior.

   "I'm not concerned what Patty did, every employees of this facility
knows what is allowed and what isn't.  I'm here to discuss what you did. 
Or what you almost did."

   Emily sulks, quickly realizing she's the one in trouble.  "Yes, Captain.
I guess I over reacted.  The pain from ripping out all that hair got the
best of me." Emily looks up at the Captain with sad puppy dog eyes, "Am I
going to get punished?"

   "Miss Kendall, you will quickly learn the only punishment we impart is
what is ordered by the courts." Emily looks up at the cattle prod in The
Captain's hand.  "Okay, punishment is used sparingly, in the appropriate
situation.  However, in your case you will not get punished but your first
reward is now delayed until you can prove you have earned it."

   "What was the reward?"

   "That information is on a need to know basis and you don't need to know.
Your reward is not what you need to be concerned with right now.  Let's
discuss your first servitude session." Captain Roz reaches out her hand and
pulls Emily off of the bed.  She guides her out the door and down the hall.
"Do you have any clue what is in store for you tonight?"

   "I was hoping it would be doing something like laundry or washing
dishes, but something tells me it won't be that simple."

   "You're quite right," is all Captain Roz said as she guides the teen
into a separate wing that was not even listed on her iPad map.  Emily tries
to ask questions, trying to get a hint as to where she was going, but the
Captain did not say another word.

   The Captain stops at a door, enters a code and opens the door.  She
pushes Emily in the room, following closely behind.  The first thing Emily
notices is a man sitting in a chair.  He has a huge smile on his face.  The
man with a dark complexion is wearing a turban; if she had to guess the man
appears to be Arabic.

   Emily turns to the Captain with fear in her face.  "Please tell me this
is something other than it looks."

   "Nope, sorry missy but this is the retribution part of your sentence."

   "So I'm a prostitute now?"

   "Do you know of another way to make a thousand bucks and hour?"

   "Excuse me?"

   "The Ambassador here pays fifteen hundred bucks for an hour and a half
of your time.  That money is applied to your debt to the government and
eventually the money you owe your lawyers.  Now you won't get that kind of
money for every session, but based on what we have you booked for, you
should have your entire debt paid off by the time you leave this place. 
Not only will your record be wiped clean, but you will be debt free as
well. That is of course if you can complete the program."

   "And I have to do everything he tells me to do, including fucking his
brains out?"

   "You are required to be a good host, where that leads is up to the two
of you."

   "So, if I don't want to fuck him, I don't have to?"

   "I didn't say that." Captain Roz then shows her a dog collar.  Before
Emily could ask what the collar was for, the Captain had it clipped around
her neck.  She shows Emily a remote control and tells her, "See that mirror
right there.  I will be right behind it, keeping an eye on you.  If you're
not being a gracious host then you get this." Captain pushes the button,
Emily grabs at the collar as the electricity surges through her neck. 
Without another word the Captain turns and exit the door, Emily hears the
door lock, reminding her that for the next ninety minutes she has nowhere
to go.

   She turns towards the man who has sat patiently this whole time.  He
motions her over and with a thick Middle Eastern accent he tells her,
"Please come, sit with me.  Let us talk."

   Emily slowly walks towards the man, when she reaches him he grabs her
hand and pulls her onto his lap.  Emily thinks to herself, "Well, this guy
doesn't waste any time." However, Emily was mistaken; the Ambassador didn't
do more than rub her back for the first half hour.  He just asked her
questions; her age, where she's from, what crime she committed.  Emily even
caught herself laughing a couple times at his dry humor.  Emily was truly
enjoying herself for the first time since stepping on the Center's grounds.

   "You very beautiful woman," the man said in his thick accent.  "Can I
see what's under your top?"

   "I'm not a woman; I'm still just a teenage girl." She says as she takes
a deep breath and pulls off her top.  She now realizes that this is no
longer a social engagement and things are likely to progress quickly.

   "And how about under your skirt, are you like all the other girls in
this place?" the man tugs at the hem but doesn't try to reveal what's
underneath.

   "Yes, I was freshly waxed this afternoon.  I suppose you want to see."

   "Would you please....show me."

   Emily is silently cursing the drugs running through her veins.  She
hates that she is enjoying the attention this man is giving her and is
actually looking forward to him touching her.  Emily lifts up the hem of
her skirt.  She lifts her ass, one cheek at a time and pulls the skirt out
from under her.  She takes another deep breath and pulls the skirt up and
over her head.  She leans back so that the Ambassador can get a good look.

   "That is very nice.  May I...may I touch you?"

   "I don't think I am allowed to say no." Emily looks over to the mirror.
She has no idea if the Captain is watching, for all she knows half the
facility could be watching from behind the mirror.

   "Wrong, very wrong my girl," the Ambassador says in his broken English.
"You with me, not Captain Hulk Woman." Emily snorts at his name for the
Captain.  "I want to have good time, but only if you want to."

   "You paid a lot of money, money that is paying off my debts.  I feel
obligated to make sure you go home satisfied.  I'm not stupid; I know you
came here to have sex with me.  Do you want to just get it over with?"

   "Sex is good, yes sex good.  But not what I want right now."

   "So, what do you want?"

   "You have a beautiful mouth." The man puts his finger on Emily's lips.
He then pries her lips apart and slides his finger in her mouth.  He rubs
his fingertip over her tongue.  He smiles at her and Emily quickly realizes
what he wants.

   Emily knows she has little choice but to give this man what he wants. 
She slides off his lap and kneels on the floor in front of him.  The man is
wearing a traditional bright white thawb; she has never seen one up close
and wasn't sure how she is supposed to get to him.  She looks up into his
eyes, as if asking for permission, as she lifts the long gown.  Once she
looks underneath she realizes that he had nothing else on.  His cock was
already standing at attention.  She starts to pull the thawb over her head
and lean in.

   He interrupts, "No, no, I watch.  Want to see you." The Ambassador pulls
the thawb over his head; his dark, hairy body now on full display. 
"Please...continue."

   Emily reaches out and grabs the base of his shaft.  She strokes it a
couple time then leans in.  She opens her mouth and takes the head of his
cock into her mouth.  She continues to stroke his cock with one hand as she
bobs her head up and down.  He puts his hands on top of her head, gently
applying pressure, coaxing her to take him deeper into her mouth.  Emily
tries to take in more and more until finally she bottoms out against her
throat.  She's never deep-throated before; she gags and pulls back.

   She looks up at him, "I'm sorry, but I don't know how to go all the way
down; I've never done that before."

   "It's okay, you keep trying.  You doing great job."

   Emily goes back to giving him her best effort.  He seemed to like it
every time she gags on his cock.  She keeps trying to stroke him, hoping he
would just get off.  She would prefer that he shoot his load in her mouth
at this point, even though she absolutely hates the taste of semen.  Just
as she thinks she has him close he stops her.

   "Okay, no more mouth.  You did wonderful job.  Time for fuck."

   Emily is torn; she feels if she fucks this man then she will be just
another useless hooker.  But on the other hand her body craves to be
fucked. She's resigned herself to her fate as she crawls up his body and
straddles his waist.

   "No, you turn around." Emily sighs but then turns so that her back is to
him and she is looking straight into the mirror.  She closes her eyes, not
able to stomach the image staring back at her.

   Emily reaches down and grabs his shaft.  She points it up into her
pussy, the juices already flowing out and running down her inner thighs. 
For the first time in a long time she feels in control, she can take him in
at her pace.  That thought is quickly dashed as the Ambassador grabs
Emily's hips and forces her down hard onto his cock.  He pushes and pulls
on her hips telling her he wants it hard and fast.

   After several minutes she can feel herself getting close to her peak. 
She is shocked at this man's stamina.  Every other man she's had sex with
wouldn't have lasted more than a few minutes at this pace.  She leans back
against his coarse hairy chest while continuing to bounce on his shaft. 
She spreads her legs wider apart and slowly slides her hand between her
pussy lips.  As soon as she touches her clit immense pain shoots through
her neck.  She screams out as she digs at the collar.

   The Ambassador could hear the collar buzzing.  He knows what that means,
"You no get off...not allowed...strict rules."

   "You have to be fucking kidding me?" She yells out while staring
directly into the mirror.  "So you get to cum and I don't?" Emily directs
her question to the man.

   "Yes, I cum, real soon.  But not in this hole." Emily turns her head
with fear in her eyes.

   "Please, not that, I don't like it in there."

   "You make me happy, small dick, no pain." The Ambassador was not going
to take no for an answer.

   "Please, let me give you another blow job.  I promise I will get it all
the way down my throat this time." Emily then reaches up to her neck; the
collar is shocking her again.  She looks towards the mirror pleading for
the Captain to stop.  "OKAY, I'll do what he wants," she yells at the
mirror.

   "Please, let me do it or you will hurt me."

   "Okay, you do it.  Go slow, I like watching."

   Emily then lifts off the Ambassador.  His cock flopping out of her
pussy; the juices from her cave still left on his shaft providing plenty of
lubrication.  She slides her hips forward, pointing the tip towards her
back passage.  She settles it in place and then slowly pushes her weight
down on to him.  She can feel the sphincter muscles slowly giving way as
she tries to ignore the pain of her ass being stretched open.  She
continues to ease down onto his shaft; she can feel his cock as it
penetrates her bowels.  Another few inches down and she feels her ass
cheeks resting on his pelvis.  She leans back to take a second to adjust to
the sensation.

   "I'm in you now, you go, go real fast."

   Emily could sense the urgency in his voice.  He must be close to
exploding and he expects her to be bouncing on his shaft when he does.  She
grits her teeth and then lifts her ass in the air and then slams back down
until her ass hits his pelvis again.  Her rectum is on fire but she doesn't
stop; she lifts again...and again.  The Ambassador reaches up, grabs her
hips and pulls her down.  He thrusts his hips into her as he starts to
grunt.  Emily can feel the warm liquid being released into her colon.

   "You very good fuck, one of best girls here." The Ambassador said as he
pushes her off his lap; his cock fully deflated now.  He stands up and
throws his thawb back on over his head.  He reaches into his pocket and
throws three hundred dollar bills on the floor next to where she sits
totally spent, but still yearning for her own release.

   "Tip, you keep, don't tell Captain Hulk Woman." Emily can only smile, no
energy left to laugh at the name he gives her.  She picks up the money, but
feels a bit dirty for taking it."

   Just as Emily slips on her halter top and stuff the money between her
tits the door opens.  The Captain walks in with a smile on her face.  She
reaches up and removes the collar from Emily's neck.  The Ambassador bows
to the Captain and exits the room.  Emily can't hold back the tears any
longer as she collapses on the floor.

  
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   Emily now knows what a typical day in the Center entails.  It can't
possibly get any worse, can it?  She hasn't been punished yet.  Read
Emily's Retribution Part II to find out.

  
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