Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Jason Scott
Title: Emily's Retribution - Part II
Part: 2 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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This is Part II of `Emily's Retribution'.  You can read this as a
stand-alone story, but I recommend reading Part I to understand how Emily
got to this point.

  
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   Emily is startled out of a deep sleep by the sound of the siren and
flashing light in her room.  She doesn't know how she got back to her room
nor does she remember a single minute after collapsing on the floor in the
servitude room.  She only notices that she is safe in her bed, wrapped up
in her blanket.  The infernal noise reminds her that it is time for the
morning inspection.  She eases herself out of bed, opens her door and walks
out in the hallway.  She spreads her feet, locks her arms behind her back
and bows her head.  The other girls on her wing are also in the same
position.

   Emily hears the door at the end of the hallway open.  She doesn't turn
to look, she has a pretty good idea who it is and is too humiliated to look
at her anyway.  Emily continues to look down as two large black boots enter
her field of view.  She doesn't move.  A cattle prod is placed under her
chin and the pressure forces her head to look up.  She looks up and
standing before is a smiling Captain.

   "Did you enjoy your first full day at Bridgestone?"

   "No ma'am I didn't."

   "Are you ready for another adventure filled day?"

   "No ma'am.  I'm not feeling very well today.  I think I'm going to throw
up."

   "That's a typical reaction for our new detainees after a full first day.
If you are truly sick then you can go to the infirmary instead of class
this morning.  Have the doctor check you over, you're probably just
dehydrated."

   "Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am."

   "I expect you in your afternoon class and don't think for a second
you're getting out of this evening's servitude.  You are on a tight
timeline to recoup your debts; you can't afford to miss these sessions."

   "Yes ma'am." Emily can't do any more than agree with the commands.  It's
all she can do to not throw up all over The Captain's boots.

   Emily tried her best to eat some of her breakfast but even the smell was
making her nauseous.  She finally gives up and heads to the infirmary.

   She turns into the infirmary wing and approaches the front desk.  The
woman typing at the keyboard doesn't acknowledge her.  Emily clears her
throat, but still no acknowledgement.  Emily then sees the scanner on top
of the desk; she waves her arm over the device until it chimes.

   The lady looks up, "Miss Kendall, we've been expecting you.  Come right
this way." The lady dressed in a nurse's uniform shows her to a semi
private room, she pulls the curtain and states, "Please remove all your
clothes and lie down on the bed."

   Emily looks down at her body, the two pieces of cloth barely covers her
as it is.  "Is that really necessary?"

   The nurse looks at her with disgust, "Did I give you a direct order?"

   "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry.  Do I at least get one of those ugly hospital
gowns?"

   "That won't be necessary.  Now get undressed or I will call in Captain
Roz and ask her for assistance."

   Emily has never removed two pieces of clothing as fast as she did that
second.  The nurse then directs Emily to sit down on the examining table.
Emily climbs up, a bit uneasy about being made to completely strip.  The
nurse then pushes down on the teen's shoulders, forcing her lie down.

   "The doctor will be with you shortly."

   Emily stares around the room as she waits for the doctor.  She stares
down her body, noticing her still perky tits and then further down.  She
sees the soft rounded mound of her mons; she's still not used to seeing it
shaved bare.  She shakes her head, still in disbelief at what she has
gotten herself into.

   Emily hears a man clear his throat as he opens the privacy curtain.  He
steps in the room with a tablet in hand.  "Miss Kendall?" the man in a
doctor's coat and a stethoscope around his neck.

   "Yes Doctor."

   "What seems to be the problem today?" The doctor asks as he grabs
Emily's legs and pulls them apart, further exposing her bare pedals.

   "I've had a rough couple of days here at the Center.  The Captain thinks
I might just be dehydrated.  I've puked a couple times this morning and
couldn't eat anything for breakfast."

   "And how is everything working down here?" The doctor slides his fingers
down Emily's slit.  He pulls the labia apart and takes a thorough look at
her glistening pussy.

   "Does anyone in this Center believe in using latex gloves?" Emily asks
herself as she watches the doctor inspecting her.  "Well I certainly have
had enough things shoved up there...WHOA".  Without warning the doctor
pushes two fingers into her slippery pussy.  "Doctor, that's not the
problem, everything down there is working as it should."

   "You never know, always a good idea to be thorough." The doctor
continues to root around inside her cavern then reaches up with his free
hand and pinches her nipple."

   "OW!  What was that for?"

   "Dehydration check.  If you're properly hydrated then your nipple should
rebounds quickly.  If you're dehydrated then it will look like that." Emily
looks down to see her nipple still flat as a pancake.

   "Nurse please set up an IV drip for Miss Kendall.  Also give her an
injection for her nausea."

   "Right away Doctor."

   "Are you going to take you fingers out of my pussy any time soon?"

   "Yes, I suppose everything appears to be in good condition in there.  I
wouldn't want this to be out of commission during your brief stay with us."
The doctor finally removes his finger from of her crotch.

   The nurse starts an IV; Emily could immediately feel the effects as the
fluids start flowing into her body.  Her natural color is returning to her
skin and the nausea medication is settling her churning stomach almost
instantly.  Emily lies back on the bed enjoying the seclusion and the brief
peace and quiet.  The only distraction is when the Doctor comes in to check
on her progress.  He feels it's necessary to shove his fingers into her and
also to play with her nipples; all under the guise of giving her a thorough
medical checkup.

   After about an hour of the IV running and about a half dozen visits from
the doctor, Emily is ready to bust out of the infirmary.  She can feel her
energy level getting nearly back to normal and the nausea is all but a
distant memory.  "I need to get out of here before the doctor want to take
my temperature...with his cock," Emily says to herself as she sees the
doctor approach for about the tenth time.

   "Doctor, I think I'm ready to be discharged." Emily closes her legs,
preventing the doctor from shoving his fingers into her again.

   "Why don't we give it another thirty minutes?  We don't want to rush
this."

   "If that's what you think is best Doctor.  I'll let Captain Roz know
that I was ready to head back to class but you felt that finger fucking me
is more important than my education."

   The doctor stammers, "Nurse, please disconnect this IV from Miss Kendall
and get her is on her way within the next ten minutes."

   "Yes Doctor." Emily is now wearing the biggest smile she's had on her
face in several days.

   *****

   Emily spends most of the rest of the day in the classroom, the mess hall
or in her room.  She actually showed interest when the educator was talking
about building architecture.  She always loved playing with Lincoln Logs as
a child and has always been really good in math.  Math was the only subject
in school that kept her attention.  When she gets back to her room she
works on all the architect assignments and even downloaded extra credit
assignments to work on.  Time flies by and Emily is humming as she finishes
her last assignment for the day.

   "Now that is the Miss Kendall that I prefer to see.  So much better than
that warmed over dog shit I saw this morning."

   "Yes Captain."

   "Are you ready for another evening of entertainment?"

   Emily slumps, "Not really ma'am."

   "Well, hopefully you will once things get going.  Let's go or you'll be
late."

   "Captain Roz, may I ask you a question?"

   "It's a short walk; you can ask me as many questions as you want until
we get to the servitude room."

   The two start walking down the hallway, Emily starts in immediately,
"Captain Roz, I feel like a whore doing this, how is this supposed to be
rehabilitating?"

   "Because it's not, this is retribution not rehabilitation.  For your own
sanity you need to separate rehabilitation from the retribution and
punishment.  If you haven't figured it out by now, you have a fair amount
of flexibility during the day.  You are not escorted around the facility
and within reason you can come and go as you please.  However, during this
ninety minute period and the public flogging session, you are paying back
your debt to society.  Any flexibility you have is gone, that is why I
escort you."

   "Do I ever get a say in what we do or not do during these sessions?"
Emily alludes to the anal sex she was forced to do last night.

   "If your client is willing to pay one thousand dollars an hour for your
time then no, not really.  But don't worry; some clients may be more
flexible."

   "Is tonight's client one of those?"

   The Captain lets out a loud belly laugh, "No, there won't be a lot of
flexibility tonight." Emily could immediately feel the butterflies in her
stomach churning.  She's not looking forward to what's about to happen
inside this room.

   "Here we are, remember you are to be a good host for your guest.  I
expect full cooperation."

   "Ma'am, one more question please." The Captain's body language indicates
her patience is running short.  "Am I ever going to be allowed to cum?"

   "Orgasms are a privilege here at the Center, Miss Kendall...a
privilege." Emily did not get a real answer; she bows her head as The
Captain pushes her into the room.

   The first thing Emily notices as she steps in the room is the strange
apparatus in the middle of the room, it wasn't there yesterday.  She gasps
when she sees the man standing in the back of the room.  Emily turns to The
Captain, "Ma'am, why is the Commandant here?"

   "Because tonight he is not only The Commandant, but he's also your
client."

   "Ma'am, am I going to be safe?"

   "Why would you think you wouldn't be safe with him?"

   "Well, I was kind of bitch to him the first day.  I hope he doesn't hold
a grudge."

   "The Commandant is fully aware of your attitude and how quickly it has
changed in just the first couple of days.  He'll treat you just like he
treats all of the detainees."

   "So he gets to fuck all the girls."

   "The normal schedule is The Ambassador first; he always pays top dollar
to go first.  Then The Commandant gets the second night."

   "Captain Roz," The Commandant bellows, "you are excused."

   "Yes, Commandant." The Captain bows her head and backs out of the room,
closing the door behind her.

   "Miss Kendall please come over here and take a seat," The Commandant
orders as he pats on the device.

   Emily walks over and looks over the apparatus.  To her, it resembles one
of those massage chairs she's seen in the mall; the kind you lay face first
in while the masseuse gives you a relaxing back rub.  However, this one has
a couple modifications, "I suppose those are for my wrists and ankles."
Emily points to the handcuffs that are secured to the frame.

   "Yes, that's right.  You sit and get comfortable.  I'll take it from
there."

   "Do you want me to take these off?" she points to her top and skirt.

   "That's not necessary; it will give me something to hold onto." Emily
wasn't quite sure what that means, but knew she wasn't going to have to
wait very long to find out.  Emily mounts the apparatus; she could tell by
the contour of the unit that she has to put her feet and hands on the
strategically placed pegs.  The foot pegs forces her knees almost up to her
chest, leaving her pussy fully exposed from behind.  She then lays her head
down into the soft padded `donut' and waits for The Commandant to make the
final adjustments.

   "Are you comfortable?"

   "I will be right up until you start plowing into me."

   "Still have that attitude do you Miss Kendall?  Let me see what I can do
about that."

   Emily nearly wets herself she is so frightened by his tone, "No
sir...sorry sir.  It won't happen again, sir.  I promise, sir."

   "Now that I the type of response I expect out of you little cunts."

   Emily lifts her head.  She looks towards the mirror, hoping...no
praying...The Captain is standing on the other side of the two-way mirror
and that she will come to her rescue if The Commandant gets too rough with
her.

   The Commandant finishes placing the cuffs on the now helpless teen.  He
pulls her skirt up over her hips and starts to stroke her clit.  Emily is
immediately on fire, she's been brought to the edge so many times the past
couple days.  Though she is not hopeful, she prays that tonight will be the
night she gets her much needed release.

   Emily then feels a much larger object rubbing over her pussy lips.  The
soft but rigid object slowly works its way between her folds until it finds
her entrance.  Once Emily feels the head push into her cave she realizes
the object is The Commandant's cock.  The man pushes in, but at an
excruciatingly slow pace.  She can hear him moan as he enjoys his leisurely
assault on her loins.  It seems like minutes had passed before he is fully
seated into her pussy.  Emily started to count in her head; it was over
thirty seconds before he fully withdrew from her.  He pushes in again, so
she started to count again.  Another thirty seconds pass before he bottoms
out again.

   The Commandant continues this pace for several more strokes.  Emily is
in pure agony, she's never been fucked like this before, one touch to her
clit and she knows she would explode.  She also knows that she is nothing
more than a wet receptacle for his strange fucking technique.  Twenty
minutes later, after being tortured by his cock head slowly sliding across
her g-spot, he finally starts to grunt.  The pace picks up ever so slightly
as his strokes shorten and his cock remains deep into her cavern.  The
Commandant grabs hold of her skirt like they were reins and bucks deep into
her.  Two more thrusts and one final grunt and Emily can feel her pussy
being filled with his seed.

   "That was fantastic.  I can tell the drug is working perfectly."

   "The drug sir?"

   "Yes, that is the best drug ever invented.  Another side effect, if you
want to call it that, is that it stimulates your pussy muscles to
constantly contract during sex.  You probably couldn't feel it, but every
time I pushed into you, your cunt was giving my cock a wonderful, slippery
little bear hug.  I was savoring every moment."

   "Well that was obvious," Emily said in a whisper.

   "Did you say something Miss Kendall?"

   "No sir, I was just wondering out load."

   "Wondering what Miss Kendall?"

   Emily tries to think of something quickly, "I was wondering...do you pay
the same amount as The Ambassador or do you get this for free since you run
this place?"

   "Let's just say I get an employee discount.  But don't worry plenty of
money is being applied towards your debt.  This isn't a free ride, so I
will be sure to get my money's worth, you can count on that."

   "So we're not done?"

   "That's quite funny Miss Kendall.  I paid for ninety minutes and I
expect to use all ninety minutes."

   "So I have another hour or so of you torturing my poor pussy?"

   "Not just your pussy."

   "Oh god, please sir, I beg you...please not in my ass."

   "No worries missy, that really isn't my thing."

   "Then where else are you...never mind." Emily quickly realizes that her
mouth is going to be in for a workout soon.

   "Give me another minute or two to recover.  As soon as this thing gets
hard again I will show you what else I like to do to you disrespectful
little bitches."

   "I'm sorry sir, I will never be disrespectful again...for as long as I
live.  I promise."

   The Commandant walks around to the front of the apparatus.  "That is
exactly what I expect of every girl that comes into this Center.  A
disrespectful little shit when you come in; a fully functional member of
society when you leave." The Commandant steps on to a stool, setting his
cock at the perfect height.  Emily tries to look through the donut, to find
out what The Commandant is about to do.

   "Open."

   Emily could see his rigid cock approaching her mouth.  It is still
dripping from her pussy juices.  "Sir, are you going to at least wipe it
off first."

   "I said open, or I will open it for you." Emily feels his hands on the
back of her head; he applies pressure keeping her face firmly seated in the
donut.  Reluctantly she opens her mouth bracing for the foulness that is
about to invade her taste buds.  The Commandant slides his cock into her
mouth, slowly pushing forward.  Emily was surprised by the semi-sweet taste
of her own pussy juices.  She then gags as the taste changes from sweet to
salty; forgetting that he just unloaded in her and his sperm is mixed in
with her juices.

   The Commandant pulls out as she starts to cough.  Emily continues to gag
as she tries to block out the taste.  She opens her mouth just as he pushes
forward again.  She quickly realizes that he's going to follow the same
pattern as he did with her pussy.  Sure enough, he slowly pushes all the
way back to her throat, which makes her gag again, and then he slowly
withdraws.  True to form, he continues this pattern for what seems like an
eternity.  Near the end, Emily was actually able to accept the head of his
cock into her throat without gagging.  It was uncomfortable, but she could
handle the intrusion.

   Emily notices a change in The Commandant's moans; it was the telltale
grunting she heard earlier.  She knows he's close, so to help speed things
up she wraps her lips around his shaft and start to suck.

   "Good girl," The Commandant pats her on the head.

   Emily continues to suck, as he now keeps his cock in her mouth,
constantly stabbing at her throat.  Emily starts to panic as she knows he's
close and he's probably going to shoot his entire load in her mouth. 
Before she could beg him to pull out she feels her mouth filling up with a
gooey substance.  Then she could taste it.  She opens her mouth as wide as
she could, hoping his cum would fall down around his cock and out of her
mouth.  The Commandant finishes filling her mouth and finally pulls out. 
Emily couldn't spit out the foreign substance fast enough.

   "I prefer my detainees to swallow."

   "And I would prefer you just paint my face with it...sir.  You can't
imagine how gross that tastes."

   "Some girls love the taste."

   "I'm not one of them sir."

   Emily stays alert but is getting frustrated because she can't see where
he is or what he's doing.  She's talking through the donut which is a bit
awkward.  She can lift her head slightly, but still doesn't have enough
range of motion to see the entire room.  Just as she was about to ask what
he's doing, she feels his cock poking at her entrance again.  In her mind
she says, "Not again."

   The slow torture of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy begins
again.  The first stroke across her g-spot immediately takes her back up
the mountain.  The repeated slide up and down her pussy walls pushes her to
the edge.  One flick, one accidental poke at her clit, would bring her to
paradise.  That one touch continues to remain out of reach as he starts his
descent into his own orgasm.  The long torturous fuck, which seemed to last
longer than the last time is now coming to a head.  The Commandant pushes
forward one more time and with a loud grunt he explodes into her.  He
immediately pulls out and she is sucked back from the edge of the cliff
without her own relief.

   Emily starts to cry, the roller coaster ride of denied orgasms have
pushes her to her limits.

   "What's your problem?" The Commandant asks coldly.

   Emily starts to sob; she can barely catch her breath.  "I don't want to
do this anymore.  I can't do this anymore if you're not going to let me
cum."

   "Sorry, but I'm at this end now." The Commandant laughs as he aims his
cock at her mouth.  "I can't reach your clit from here." He pokes his head
against her lips, urging her to open her mouth.  Emily keeps crying but
knows she has a duty to perform.  She opens her mouth just wide enough to
accept his cock.  She wants this over as soon as possible and forces
herself to start sucking.  The quicker he finishes the quicker this can be
over.

   Unfortunately the tactic failed, The Commandant has tremendous stamina,
especially after multiple orgasms.  He ignores her efforts and continues
his slow in and out fucking of her mouth.  The tears continue to flow out
of Emily's eyes.  He can see her chest heaving.

   Suddenly the door opens.  "I think that is about enough for one night
Commandant."

   The Commandant pulls out.  Emily lifts her head and looks towards the
intrusion.  The Captain is standing in the doorway.  She sees The
Commandant walk towards the woman; he's screaming profanities at her and he
looks like he's about to strike her.  Suddenly The Commandant drops to his
knees; she sees The Captain smiling as she holds the end of the cattle prod
up to her mouth and blow on it like it was smoke gun.

   *****

   "Are you going to get in trouble for doing that to your boss?" Emily
asks as they walk back to her room.

   "No, we have an understanding.  He knows he can be a little cruel, so I
have the authority to keep him in line."

   "Thank you Captain for doing that for me, I appreciate it."

   "It's my job."

   "Ma'am, can I ask you another question?"

   "What is it with all your questions?  You get one, what is it?"

   "The Inspector said there would be consequences if I was caught
masturbating.  What is the penalty?"

   "Why do you ask?"

   "Because I can't last much longer; if I'm going to be fucked every time
I turn around, then I need relief too.  I know this is part of your
program, but if you're not going to tell me when I will be allowed to cum,
then I'd like to know what the penalty is.  It can't possibly be any worse
than the torture I'm going through now."

   "The program has very specific milestones that need to be reached before
a reward is granted."

   "Then tell me what the milestone is.  I'll stay up all night and do
extra homework assignments if that's what it takes.  Just tell me."

   "For you, it's a bit more complicated than that because you aren't even
eligible for a reward until after your first public flogging.  Fortunately
that's tomorrow.  Unfortunately, that doesn't necessary mean your reward
involves your ability to orgasm or not; it just means you will be eligible
for a reward.  If...and I mean if your behavior warrants it."

   "And how has my behavior been?  Other than the waxing incident, I think
I've done everything you have asked me.  Will I get a reward tomorrow?"

   "Enough questions.  I said only one question; you have taken advantage
of my generosity.  Get in your room and get to bed.  Tomorrow is another
long day for you." Emily sulks as she walks into her room.  She turns
around just as The Captain is pointing to a dark round globe in the
ceiling. "And don't forget, we are watching your every move."

   Emily goes directly to bed and cries herself to sleep.  Half way through
the night her sleep becomes restless.  She tosses and turns as visions of
the two servitude sessions replay in her head.  Her pussy is leaking so bad
that she takes off her skirt and puts a towel under her ass to keep the bed
dry.  She drifts in and out of sleep, but her dreams become more vivid each
time she closes her eyes.  It's as if her mind is replaying every sexual
encounter she's ever had in her entire life.  Twice she catches herself as
her fingers start to diddle her pussy.  She makes every effort to keep
herself from masturbating, including takes off her top and wraps it around
her hands.

   "Oh god, oh god yes," Emily wakes up just as she starts to cum.  The
orgasm seems to last forever, her body wouldn't stop convulsing.  Several
days of pent up frustration had finally come to a head, but she has no idea
how this happened.  She recalls having another wild dream, but doesn't know
why she had an orgasm.  She looks at her hands; her top is nowhere to be
found and her fingers are soaking wet.  She can only guess that her body
had finally had enough and overrode her will to obey a direct order.

   "Oh well, I can't do anything about it now," she rationalized as she
closes her eyes, and drifts back to sleep, the most restful she's had in
weeks.

   "Get out of bed and report for morning inspection!"

   Emily is jarred out of a deep sleep.  She doesn't know what is going on
but when she hears The Captain's voice she jumps.  She immediately springs
to her feet and instinctually runs out into the hall.  She spreads her
legs, clutches her elbows behind her back and lowers her head.

   "Miss Kendall, what the hell is going on in here?" Emily is still
confused, she can tell The Captain is PISSED, but there is no way she would
sleep through the siren that blares every morning.  She looks down and
realizes she's completely naked; her firm tits and bald pussy in full view.
She looks out the corner of her eye and none of the other girls are in the
hall.  She also notices that it's too dark in the hallway to be the normal
wake up time.  The Captain comes out of the room, the cattle prod tapping
in her hand.  She stops and turns in front of the frightened teen.

   "Captain, please let me explain."

   "I'm listening."

   "I didn't do it.  I mean, it wasn't my fault.  What I mean is I was
sleeping, I didn't know I was doing it.  I woke up and it was too late to
stop it." Emily drops to her knees, her hands cupped to her chest as if
praying for forgiveness.  "I'm sorry Captain, I'm so sorry I disappointed
you.  I tried my best but I failed."

   "Stand up Miss Kendall, you're not at church.  Divine intervention is
not going to be of any help to you right now."

   Emily stands back up; returns her arms behind her back and bows her
head. "Though it wasn't intentional, I know I broke your rule and will
accept any punishment you deem fit ma'am."

   The Captain steps forward and places the cattle prod between Emily's
knees.  Emily spreads her legs, knowing the final destination was not
intended to be her inner thigh.  "Let me tell you what happened to the last
detainee that violated this rule." The Captain eases the cattle prod back
and forth until it nestles between Emily's pussy lips.  "The detainee was
stripped and her wrists were chained to the far corners of her headboard.
Her ankles were pulled up and over her head and chained to the headboard
next to her wrists.  As you can imagine, her legs were spread wide open and
her pussy was sticking straight into the air.  For her punishment we
applied a very special substance to her genitals; we make sure all her
cavities were filled with this gel.  Initially the gel makes everything
tingle; some say it can be kind of pleasant.  But within a minute it starts
to itch.  It slowly progresses until the itch is nearly unbearable.  It's
been described to me as the worse rash you could ever imagine.  The little
wench was begging for us to release her hands so she could scratch it."

   The Captain removes the cattle prod from her crotch, slides it up her
body and presses the points against her nipple.  "It doesn't stop there; a
half hour late the gel starts to heat up.  For the first ten minutes the
girl thought hot wax was being poured into her orifices.  The girl was in
so much pain she just kept crying for help.  The last twenty minutes are
the worse; that's when the gel actually starts to burn the skin.  Have you
ever been slapped on the back after getting a bad sunburn Miss
Kendall...well its worse than that.  The girl was screaming so loud she
could be heard across the entire facility.  It takes about another fifteen
minutes for the burning sensation to stop, but in that time the damage is
done.  The girl was out of commission for two days.  There's no permanent
damage, but the skin is pretty chewed up for awhile." The Captain lifts the
cattle prod off her nipple and pulls the trigger.  The small bolt of
electricity arcs between the two points just inches from her nipple.

   "If you feel that is the appropriate punishment for me Captain, then
tell me when you would like to begin."

   "Throwing yourself on your own sword Miss Kendall?  The only thing going
for you right now is that you have told me nothing but the truth.  I've
watched the tape several times and it certainly looked to me like you were
sleep-bating."

   "I was ma'am, I promise you I was."

   "Even so, it doesn't let you off the hook.  We still need to be sure you
won't do this again."

   "I prom..."

   "I don't want to hear your promises.  This facility is built on a
mountain of broken promises."

   "Then I guess you have no choice but to put that gel stuff on me."

   "You're right; I don't have any other choice."

   Emily was hoping for a lighter punishment; she wants to drop to her
knees again and beg for forgiveness but knows it won't do any good. 
"Please Captain, there has to be another way?"

   "Your punishment is not going to be as ruthless as what that girl
received, her infraction was much more severe that yours." Emily perks up.
"But it still involves the gel." Emily's face sinks again.  "Since the
masturbation was involuntary the gel we be applied to your clitoris only.
You will still go through all the stages as I just described but the
itching and burning will be only in that area.  By the time the gel has run
its course your clitoris will be so tender you won't want to touch it for
at least two or three days."

   She concedes her fate, "Are you going to put it on me now?"

   The Captain points to the door, "In your room Miss Kendall."

   "Yes ma'am." Emily turns into the room and sits on her bed, her legs are
shaking uncontrollably.  "Am I going to be cuffed to my bed too?"

   "No, I have a solution for that.  Now, sit back on your bed and start
playing with self."

   "Excuse me ma'am?" Emily looks up at The Captain as she pulls out a
small tube and a latex glove.

   "You heard me...start playing with yourself.  I want that clit of yours
nice and pronounced." The Captain snaps the glove on as Emily gets
comfortable on the bed.  She's still not sure if this is some test or not.
Emily puts her hand between her legs but is hesitant to start masturbating.
The Captain stands over and watches, holding the tube in her hand ready to
be applied.

   "Come on, I want to see you really working it over.  Stick your fingers
in your pussy and get them nice and slick.  I'll even give you five
minutes," The Captain looks at her watch, "if you can get yourself off in
that time, then I'll consider that a freebee."

   Emily uses the challenge as inspiration.  She really starts going at it,
knowing that it will be several days before she will be able to orgasm
again.  She can feel herself slowly climbing the hill, the juices in her
pussy starts running like a river.  She's so close to another orgasm she
can taste it.

   "Times up!  Get your hands out of there." The Captain grabs her wrist
and pulls it away from her clit.

   "There's no way that was five minutes.  That was like two minutes."

   "Are you questioning my timekeeping abilities Miss Kendall?"

   "Yes ma'am I am."

   "Then perhaps we need to go the whole nine yards with this gel then."

   "Please ma'am, no." Emily starts to backpedal, "I'm sorry, you're time
was probably dead on.  I bet you even gave me an extra thirty seconds.  I
just couldn't pull it off."

   "That's what I thought." Emily watches as The Captain squeezes out a
small drop of the gel on her gloved finger.  The Captain reaches down and
pulls her pussy lips apart.  She lines it up and dabs it onto her clit.

   "Ooh that was a lot colder than I expected."

   "Cold to start; hot to finish." The Captain reaches into her pocket and
pulls out two more latex gloves.  She throws them at Emily, "Puts these
on."

   "Latex gloves ma'am?"

   "Not just any latex gloves.  These have been soaking in this fantastic
gel for the last hour.  The film you see on them is the purest form of the
gel.  Try to scratch the itch or sooth the burning sensation in any way and
you will do nothing but spread the gel to other parts of your pussy.  I
wouldn't recommend doing that."

   Emily slides the gloves on, she looks between her legs.  "It's starting
to tingle already.  How long did you say this punishment will last?"

   "Start to finish you should be in quite a bit of discomfort for about an
hour to an hour and a half.  This puts you right about the start of
breakfast.  I give you permission to skip morning inspection.  Your clit
should feel like it's on fire right about then."

   "Thank you ma'am...oh god, here comes the itching."

   "I will leave you to your suffering.  Do not take off those gloves and
stay out of the shower until I tell you," The Captain points up to the
camera, "Do we understand each other."

   "Yes, Captain.  Oh, oh, oh...oh god that itches." The Captain leaves the
room, Emily jumps off the bed; she dances around the room doing whatever
she can to try to scratch the itch without using her hands.  The Captain
didn't say anything about using other objects.  She rubs her slit along the
corner edge of her desk; unfortunately the contact does little to ease the
itching.  Everything else she tries provides no relief; it's as if the itch
is internal.  Emily decides to lie on the bed and just let the itching run
its course.  She tries breathing techniques, as if she was in labor.  She
also tries counting the ceiling tiles, anything that would take her mind
off the itching.

   For the next thirty minutes Emily tosses and turns on the bed; on more
than one occasion she had to stop herself from scratching her clit with her
gloved fingers.

   Emily lies on her back when she notices that the itch starting to
subside.  She takes a deep breath; although brief, the relief was pure
heaven.  It didn't last long before the second stage kicks in; just as soon
as she was able to rest comfortably she starts to feel her clit starting to
heat up.  But the heat wasn't like sitting in the warm sun on a cool day.
It was more like someone touching a struck matchstick to the stiff nub
between her legs.  Emily could no longer lie in her bed, she starts running
from one end of the room to the other, trying to get air to the fired up
area.  The breeze only provided partial relief as the temperature continued
to rise between her legs.

   Emily tries sitting on the cool tiled floor, fanning a towel on her
pussy.  It was the best she could do to fight against the burning flesh. 
Suddenly a siren and flashing light went off in her room; the warning that
morning inspection was about to start.  Emily knows she can skip it, but
she walks out to the hall anyway.  She stands, still buck naked, to her
designated spot with her legs spread and head bowed.  She didn't want to
touch anything with the gloves on, so she clasped her hands in front of her
pussy.  She looks over to the other girls who give her a puzzled look.

   Emily hears the door open at the end of the hallway.  The burning
between her legs is at its highest level it has ever been.  She knees
buckle as if she was being kicked in the crotch.  She does her best to stay
in position.

   "I thought I gave you permission to skip morning inspection."

   "Yes ma'am you did."

   "But you're here anyway."

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Do you think this is going to impress me?"

   "No ma'am," the words are a struggle to get out, the burning is so
intense.  "I'm just trying to prove to myself that I can do this."

   "Oh, so you're just another one of those tough bitches from the street."

   "No ma'am, a strong female that accepts her punishments and learns from
her mistakes.  Isn't that why I am here...at this Center...ma'am?"

   The Captain reaches out and grabs Emily's crotch.  The pain was so
intense Emily grabs The Captain's shoulders to keep from falling to the
floor.  The gel has started to burn the skin...and her clit.  The contact
was so painful Emily nearly blacked out.  Emily gritted her teeth, but
resists from screaming out loud.

   "Get your hands off of me Miss Kendall."

   "Yes, Captain; I'm sorry Captain."

   "Now you know what will happen if you try to touch yourself again for
the next few days.  I believe you have paid your penalty; remove those
gloves and go take a shower.  Soap will negate the effects of the gel,
though the burned skin will still take a few days to heal."

   "Yes, ma'am.  Thank you ma'am." Emily turns and runs into her room, she
turns the shower to cold.  She jumps in the shower and directs the stream
of water between her pussy lips.  She ignores the pain of her raw clit and
washes down her pussy with soap to stop the burning sensation.

   *****

   "Sleep-bating huh?" one of the girls from Emily's wing asks as they eat
breakfast.

   Emily's face turns red, "Yeah, have any of you been punished by that gel
stuff?" The girls just shake their head, the say they have all heard the
stories about what it does.  "Well, what ever you heard, it's ten times
worse than that...and I only had it on that one little spot."

   "So you're out of commission for a few days?  No servitude?"

   "I wish...no, I think that is why I didn't get the full punishment.  I
think The Captain has another special guest scheduled for me tonight, so
she wants everything else working properly."

   "Do you have any idea who it might be?"

   "Not a clue.  I still have to get through my public flogging before I
can't even think about whose going to be fucking me tonight.  Uh oh, look
what time it is, I need to get to class."

   Emily does her best to get through her classroom time, knowing what is
in store for her right after lunch.  She continues to grill the educator on
engineering, asking for more problems focused on the science behind
building tall skyscrapers.

   *****

   Emily is sitting at the table, a tray full of food, the same amount as
what she had in front of her nearly an hour ago.  She just pushes the food
around her plate with her fork.  She's not able to get more than a bit into
her mouth; the public flogging weighing heavy on her mind.  Emily looks up
and sees The Captain step into the mess hall.  She knows she is here to
escort her to her punishment.

   Emily picks up her tray and brings it to the kitchen then walks over to
The Captain.  "I suppose you are here for me?"

   "Yes Miss Kendall, I am.  Are you ready to go?"

   "Don't suppose I could take a pass."

   "Funny Miss Kendall, funny." The Captain grabs Emily's arm and escorts
her to the flogging area.  As they walk The Captain explains how the
process will work.  "We will go into a prep room, you will be stripped of
your clothes, shackled and then a hood will be placed over your head."

   "A hood Captain?"

   "Yes, a hood," The Captain's tone indicating she didn't not want to be
interrupted again.  "The witnesses will already be seated in the flogging
chamber.  You will be brought in, your legs will be spread and your ankles
will be shackled to the gallows frame at the base.  Then your arms will be
secured high over your head and out to the side.  Once you have been
secured I will make an announcement and then the hood will be removed so
you can face the witnesses.  You are not to talk directly to any of the
witnesses; any violations of this rule will result in extra strokes.  Do
you understand Miss Kendall?"

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Do you have any questions?"

   "Who are the witnesses?"

   "That is confidential until the hood is removed."

   "What am I going to be hit with?"

   "The volunteer will have some discretion on which implement to use. 
There's a list of approved items."

   "Volunteer?"

   "Yes, any member of the witness group that has been harmed by your
actions can volunteer to issue the punishment.  If no one volunteers, then
I will deliver the strokes."

   "How many strokes, ma'am."

   "Ten strokes, unless you violate the rules.  Enough questions, here we
are."

   Emily is told to stand in the center of the room.  Another guard is in
the room to help with the preparations.  Emily's clothes are removed and
her wrists cuffed behind her back.  Her ankles are also secured with longer
cuffs, enough so she can walk in short steps.

   "Are those really necessary?"

   "It's more for show than anything.  Remember, this is the punishment
phase of your sentence.  It is to be treated as such."

   "Yes ma'am, I understand.  I'm really scared Captain."

   "That would be expected Miss Kendall.  If all goes according to plan,
this will be over as quickly as it starts." The Captain places the hood
over her head and secures it in place.  She grabs her by the elbow,
"Showtime...let's go."

   Emily is escorted into the room; the first thing she hears is a gasp
from a woman.  Emily realizes it's probably because she is naked and
chained.  As The Captain locks her into place she hears quiet whispering
from the crowd, nothing loud enough to be recognizable.

   Emily is secured as The Captain explained, all four limbs spread wide
and secured.  She can feel her pussy juices starting to leak, she still
hasn't got used to how wet the drug keeps her pussy.  She's embarrassed as
she knows the crowd is probably seeing the juices drip down her inner
thighs.

   "Standing before you is detainee Miss Emily Kendall," Emily turns her
head towards The Captain as she makes the announcement.  "Miss Kendall has
been convicted of vandalism of government property, punishable by weekly
public flogging.  You have been invited today to witness the delivery of
said punishment.  If for any reason you do not wish to witness this
procedure then you are asked to leave now."

   Emily tries to listen, but doesn't hear any movement.

   "I will now remove the hood so the detainee can face her sufferers."

   "Sufferers?" Emily thinks to herself.  "Who could be suffering, I'm the
one about to get whipped."

   Emily feels The Captain tug at the top of the hood.  With one tug the
hood is off and Emily scans the crowd.  "MOMMY...DADDY...OH GOD NO." Emily
tugs at her restraints, trying to cover herself so that her parents can't
see her naked body.  "Please Daddy, don't look at me, I'm naked.  Momma,
please don't let Daddy look at me."

   Emily's mother just sits in her chair front and center to the flogging
stage.  The woman does not say anything, Emily can see that her jaw is
clenched; her stare is like that of a woman possessed.  Emily starts to
cry, still tugging at her restraints in a futile attempt to cover herself.

   "Miss Kendall, this is your first and only warning; you are not to
address the witnesses before you."

   "Captain PLEASSSSE, you can't be doing this to me.  Please make my Daddy
leave."

   The Captain ignores her pleads and returns to her announcement.  "As
with all public floggings, we ask if any witness in the group has been
harmed by this girl and would like to volunteer to deliver the punishments,
please make your self known now."

   Emily looks out to the crowd.  She sees her mother turn to her father.
Emily nearly faints when her father stands up.  "No Daddy, please, you
can't"

   "One additional stroke for the detainee," The Captain yells out.  "Keep
it up Miss Kendall and we will be here all day.  The Center recognizes Mr.
Kendall as today's volunteer, please step forward."

   The man steps onto the stage; Emily doesn't say anything but watches his
every more.  Tears are streaming down her face.  She watches as The Captain
shows her father the available devices he could use for her punishment. 
Her father shakes his head and starts to unbuckle his belt.

   "No Captain, please don't let him use his belt." The Captain inspects
the wide thick strap of leather.  She compares it to a similar device on
the table.  She nods her head, allowing him to use his own belt.  Emily is
close to hyperventilating as her pleads fall on deaf ears.  She sees The
Captain give her final instructions on how and where to administer the
strokes.  He nods and walks over to his daughter.

   Emily continues her shuddering cry as her father approaches.  He leans
into her ear, "I should have done this ten years ago, then we probably
would be in this mess today."

   "I'm sorry Daddy, I'm so sorry."

   "You're about to be."

   Her father steps back, set his feet and cocks his arm; the doubled up
belt ready to strike.  "This is for all the pain you have caused your
mother." He steps in and the belt swings making contact just above the meat
of her ass.  The slap of leather on skin echoes throughout the entire room.
Emily flinches, the pain intense, but seeing her mother smile with glee was
more painful than the belt.

   "And this is for every night she cried herself to sleep because you put
yourself in here." He strikes down on her ass again...and then a second one
that Emily didn't expect.  Emily can feel the welts start to rise from her
skin, the burning nearly as bad as this morning's punishment.

   "And this is for how much you have hurt me." Each stroke landing nearly
on top of the previous stroke; Emily screams out as each stroke digs into
her flesh.  Her father continues his barrage, giving a reason for the
stroke before each swing of the belt.  Emily pulls at the restraints trying
to avoid the strokes, but she has nearly no range of motion from her
shackles.

   "One more stroke for the detainee." The Captain announces as the tenth
stroke lands, creating another welt of her back side.  The Captain smirks
as she notices one area on her ass turning a light shade of purple.

   "And this one is for all the other spankings you should have received
long before now." He father lays into her one last time.  The belt lands
square in the middle of her ass; her cheeks glowing red from the repeated
abuse.

   "Please Captain, cover me up now," Emily cries.  "Please get me out of
here." Emily feels someone behind her.  She turns her head and is startled
to see her father; the look on his face could only be described as pure
hatred.

   "Is this what you have become?  A little whore thug?" Her father reaches
down and grabs her crotch.

   "Please Daddy don't touch me.  I'm sorry Daddy, I made a mistake and now
I'm paying for it.  Please don't make it any worse.  Please Daddy don't
touch me down there." Emily wasn't letting on that she is in excruciating
pain from him pressing against her burned clit.  "I'll be a different girl
when I get out of here, I promise."

   "Oh, I have no doubt you will be a different girl before this day is
done." Emily's father steps off the stage and sits back down in his seat.
Emily notices a single tear running down her mother's cheek.  Emily looks
to The Captain, she begs with her eyes to get her out of there.

   "This completes this week's punishment for this detainee.  I thank the
witnesses for coming today as well as today's volunteer.  You are all
dismissed at this time." The Captain walks over with the hood in her hand.
She whispers, "Sorry, but you must stay here until everyone leaves.  They
are not allowed to touch you, but they are allowed to come and inspect the
result of your punishment.  Once everyone is gone then you will be
released."

   Emily again starts to cry as the hood is slid over her head.

   *****

   "Why didn't you tell me my parents were going to be there?" Emily asks
while still crying, The Captain releasing Emily into her room.

   "All part of the program Miss Kendall.  The effectiveness of the
punishments will help ensure you won't ever want to repeat your misdeeds.
Lay down on the bed and the nurse will be in shortly to apply some cream to
those welts.  I will check on you later."

   "Captain Roz...can I skip my afternoon classroom time.  I don't think I
can sit through another long class after all that." Emily lets out a giggle
as she catches her own Freudian slip.

   "I will allow it this one time, but when you are feeling better, you are
to work on your daily assignments."

   "Thank you Captain."

   "And don't think for a minute that you will be getting out of tonight's
servitude.  Red ass or no red ass, you have a debt to repay."

   "Ugh, don't remind me."

   *****

   Emily is pacing the floor of her room, partially nervous from what is to
come and partially because it still hurts to sit down.  She keeps staring
at the clock in her iPad expecting The Captain to arrive any minute.

   The Captain turns in to the room, "Are you ready?"

   "No ma'am, but I don't have much of a choice do I?"

   "Let's go." As they walk down the hall Emily notices The Captain's body
language seems a little different tonight.

   "Captain...what's going on?" Emily stops.

   "Miss Kendall, this is going to be a difficult night for you; even more
difficult than the previous two nights.  I need you to promise to cooperate
with me.  I don't want to make it worse for you." The Captain grabs her
elbow and forces her to start walking again.

   "Captain Roz, you're scaring me." Emily tries to stop again.  The room
is now just a few steps away.

   "Miss Kendall, please don't make me force you into the room.  I'm not in
favor of your guest tonight, but The Commandant had final say on this one.
Please come with me so I don't have to light you up." The Captain pokes the
cattle prod into her rib cage.

   Emily reluctantly starts walking towards the room.  "What do I have to
do tonight that I'm not going to like?"

   "You'll see in one second." The Captain opens the door.  Emily
immediately tries to pull free from The Captain's grip.  "EMILY, listen to
me."

   The teen stops fighting; shocked that The Captain called her by her
first name.  She has never called her by her first name before.  She looks
into the room again and sees the gallows frame from the flogging stage she
was tied to earlier in the day.

   "I promise you, it's not what it seems.  You are not getting punished
again.  The client has only asked for you to be tied like you were earlier
today.  Please just let me do this." The Captain pushes her into the room
and towards the frame.  She quickly secures one of Emily's wrists before
she tries to resist again.

   "Captain Roz...will you at least stay in the room with me?"

   "That is entirely up to your client.  I will ask but if they say no,
then I am required to leave." The Captain was relieved Emily did not pick
up on her 'they' comment.  "If I leave the room I guarantee I will be
watching through the mirror." The Captain secures the second wrist.

   "Okay." The Captain pulls her legs wide apart securing one of her
ankles. "I get to keep my clothes on, what little it covers?" Emily asks.

   "The client requested you stay dressed but I'm not sure why." The final
shackle was locked in place; Emily's limbs are stretched to the max leaving
her pussy lips pulled apart and wide open for easy access.

   "What am I in for tonight Captain?  Please tell me...please."

   The Captain looks Emily in the eyes, "Be strong and you will find out in
a minute.  I'm sorry but I have to do this." The Captain hold up the hood
she used earlier.  Emily starts to shake her head.

   "Oh Captain, no.  Please not that, say it isn't so." The lights go out
as the hood is pulled over her head.  "Please Captain, don't let him do
this to me."

   Emily hears the door open.  She hears the pitter-patter of more than one
set of feet as they enter the room.  Emily pulls at her chains, but knows
she's not going anywhere.  Emily hears more rustling then can she senses
someone standing in front of her.  A hand brushes across her halter top
covered tit.  She pulls back, trying to escape the touch.  A fingernail
runs down the front of her belly down to the top of her skirt.  Emily again
tries to back away as much as her bindings will allow.

   "Please don't touch me."

   Emily then feels her top being pulled down, exposing her luscious ripe
tits.

   "Please Daddy..." Emily couldn't hold back anymore, "Please don't do
this." She's put all the pieces together and knows who is standing in front
of her, touching her vulnerable body.  "What would Momma think if she knew
you were doing this to me?"

   "Why don't you ask her yourself?" Emily's father pulls the hood off her
head.  He steps back so Emily could see her mother sitting in a chair much
in the same position she was in earlier in the day.

   "Momma!  What are you doing here?  Why are you letting Daddy do this to
me?"

   Emily and her mother were always at odds with each other soon after
puberty set in.  However, she was always Daddy's Little Girl and she used
their closeness as a weapon against her mother.  "Please Momma, say
something; talk to me."

   Emily's mother rises from her chair.  She seems to be in a trance.  She
walks up to Emily and grabs her chin.  "You little bitch; you have used
your father against me for the last time; the shoe is on the other foot
now. I'm going to enjoy watching him hurt you just like you have hurt me
all these years." Emily's mother then cocks her hand and slaps Emily hard
across the face.

   Emily didn't let out a single peep, she knew she deserved that.  The
slap, and knowing her mother is partially behind this, removes any fight
she has left in her.  Whatever she has coming to her, she's going to accept
without any more begging and pleading.

   She sees The Captain step in, "Mrs.  Kendall, we agreed there would be
no violence."

   "I've said my peace and I did what I had to do.  Her father can take it
from here." She raises her hand, turns and sits back down in the chair.

   Emily's father steps back in front of Emily.  He turns to The Captain,
"You're welcome to stay; hell if there's anything left of her when I'm done
maybe I'll let you have a taste of her." He turns to his daughter and wraps
his hands around her C-cup breast and starts to knead them.  He works his
hands over her nipples until they protruded high above her quarter sized
areoles.  He lowers his head, takes a nipple between his lips, and sucks it
hard into his mouth.

   Emily turns her head; she can't watch this man do these things to her.
She doesn't want to associate her body's reaction to her father's
ministrations.

   Daddy does the same to her other nipple.  He takes turns kissing,
sucking and blowing on her nipples, ensuring the stay fully erect.  He
reaches down, pulls her halter top away from her body.  He pushes a finger
through the fabric until it starts to tear.  Once a tear starts he grabs
the top with two hands and rips it apart and tossed the scrap of fabric to
the floor.

   "Little whores don't deserve to wear clothes." He does the same to her
skirt; within seconds its been reduced to nothing more than a dust rag.

   Daddy reaches between her legs, pushing two fingers between her labia.
Emily winces at the pain shooting through her clit.  "What's wrong; is this
thing been over used?"

   "No Daddy, I was punished for breaking a rule.  It's been burned."

   "What's been burned?" He tightens his grip.

   "Please Daddy, don't make me say it."

   "Tell me where it hurts and maybe I will go easy on it."

   "My clitoris Daddy; my clit has been burned.  I had an orgasm when I
wasn't supposed to and I was punished.  There, I said it...are you happy
now?"

   "Well that confirms you're the whore your mother always thought you
were. Those boys were always following you around.  You were probably
fucking every one of them."

   "No Daddy, it wasn't like that.  I...I...I'm no angel but I didn't sleep
around."

   Daddy eases his way around to Emily's back.  He puts his fingers between
her ass cheeks fishing his way forward to her vagina.  Emily hears her
father unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

   "Why are you so wet Emily?  Your mother and I noticed you cunt was
dripping while I was beating you earlier.  Do you get off on getting
whipped?"

   Emily starts to sniffle, "No Daddy, it's the drug they gave me when I
got here.  It makes me...leak...all the time.  Captain, please tell him
it's the drug." The Captain just nods.

   Emily can feel Daddy's cock rubbing between her legs.  "Please Daddy,
don't do this." She feels the head of his cock start to imbed between her
folds.  "Please Daddy, I love you Daddy."

   "Oh my sweet girl I love you too." He thrusts his hips forward and his
cock drives deep into her wet slippery cunt.  Emily grunts as the intrusion
hits in the exact right spot inside.  He pulls back and thrusts forward
again.  He reaches around and grabs her nipples as he repeatedly pounds
into her cave.

   Emily knows it's the drug, but she hates that her body is betraying her.
She's sick to her stomach that her father is fucking her from behind but
still she feels an orgasm quickly brewing from within.

   "Oh my god, I haven't felt a pussy this tight in twenty years.  How the
hell do you do it?"

   Emily can't speak, she's too close to rapture to form words in her
mouth. The Captain chuckles, "The drug has something to do with that as
well." Emily looks over to The Captain; she looks like she's enjoying the
show.

   "Get your cock out of her cunt and put it in her ass, I want thus bitch
to suffer."

   "You heard your mother, looks like it's time for some ass fucking."

   "Please Daddy, not in there.  I hate it in my butt."

   "Good," her mother yells out.  "Shove it in her dry."

   Daddy pulls his cock from her pussy, his cock completely lubed from her
pussy.  He pulls her hips back exposing her puckered star.  He lines up his
cock and pushes forward.  Emily tries to clench her sphincter muscle to
keep him out.  Daddy keeps trying to get his head past the barrier, but it
slips out every time.  Suddenly Emily feels a tremendous amount of pain
between her legs.

   "OWWWW.  What are you doing?"

   Emily looks down and sees The Captain pushing a finger against her
sensitive clit.  "Stop resisting."

   "Okay, okay." Emily loosens her clenched ass and Daddy is finally able
to push through.  He grabs her hips again and rams his cock into her until
his abdomen slaps into her still tender ass.

   He pulls back and pounds forward.  He repeats the long hard stroke over
and over again.  "Oh my baby girl, you're going to make Daddy cum in your
ass."

   Daddy starts to grunt as the strokes become more ragged.

   "Oh god Daddy no...no, no, no Daddy." Daddy thrusts forward one more
time as his seed dumps into her bowels.  Emily's entire body stiffens as
she starts to orgasm too.  She can't help but let out a loud groan as her
body shudders through several mini quakes.  Emily couldn't believe she had
an orgasm; she's never had one by just being fucked, let along fucked in
the ass.  The pleasure is short lived as a tear starts to fall from her
eye. The humiliation of cumming while her father fucks her was too
overwhelming.

   "Captain, be a doll and release her hands for me," Daddy asks.  The
Captain hesitantly unlocks the shackles wrapped around her wrists.  Daddy
grabs Emily's ponytail as he walks back to her front.  He pulls her head
down as he holds his semi erect cock in his hand.

   "Clean it off."

   Emily puts her hands on his hips, "No Daddy that's disgusting." Before
she could push him away The Captain pulled her arms behind her back and
locks her wrists together.  The Captain grabs her head, "Sorry missy, but
whatever the client wants, the client gets.  Open your mouth or I will
shove a whole tube of the gel up your ass."

   Emily concedes and opens her mouth.  Daddy sticks in his cock dripping
with a mixture of her pussy juices, his sperm and the contents of her
bowels.  "Lick it clean and then get it hard for me again, I want another
turn at that wonderful cunt of yours."

   Emily does all she can to keep from puking while she cleans her father's
cock.  It was more of knowing where his cock has just been than any real
foul taste in her mouth.  She bobs her head on his cock for several
minutes, she could feel his cock getting harder and harder.  He pulls out,
lifts Emily back upright and then pushes her backwards.  The Captain
catches her as she leans back in a semi-horizontal position.

   "I want to fuck you from the front so I can play with those wonderful
tits of yours." Daddy wastes no time and imbeds his cock into her pussy as
he twists her nipples.  Daddy just keeps pounding into her with reckless
abandon.  He alternates kneading her tits and twisting her nipples, all
while relentlessly pounding into her pussy.

   Emily winces as his thrusts occasionally bang into her chewed up clit.
She tries to squeeze her pussy muscles hoping to make him cum faster. 
Finally, after several more minutes he grunts while he drops a second load
into her.

   "One more time...this time I want you on your knees to clean it off. 
Once your done I'm going to take your mother home and give her the same
treatment as I just gave you."

   "Not without a shower first, I don't want any of that bitch on me."

   The Captain unlocks her ankles.  Emily drops to her knees and crawls to
her father who is now sitting next to his wife.  Emily looks up at her
mother as she grabs her father's cock, "I'm sorry I hurt you Momma, I hope
some day you can forgive me." Emily lowers her mouth over her Daddy's cock
and sucks it in.  Though she gags several times, he would not let her off
until he blew a third load deep into her throat.

   "Swallow all of it, or we'll do it all over again." Emily's father says
as she gags on the salty, sticky goo sliding down her throat.  Luckily for
her it was his third cum in the last hour and a half so there wasn't much
of a load to swallow.

   Emily collapses and curls up in the fetal position.  She hears her
parents leave and close the door behind them.  The Captain throws a blanket
over her, picks her up like a little baby and carries her back to her room.

   *****

   Emily comes to, she looks around and notices she is back in her room;
The Captain is still sitting on the bed next to her.  "What time is it?"
Emily asks.

   "About eleven o'clock.  You did great tonight, and you've earned you
first reward." The Captain brushes the hair out of her face.

   Though happy, she's too exhausted to get excited, "What is it?" The
Captain holds up a pair of panties.  "Really, I get underwear now?"

   "Yes, but only while you're in this room.  If you're caught outside this
room with them on then you lose the reward." The Captain holds them open
down at Emily's feet.  "Here, put your feet in here." The Captain helps her
put on the panties.  Emily rolls over and closes her eyes.

   "I have new top and skirt for you as well.  Do you want either of
those?"

   "No thank you ma'am, I love sleeping in just panties; it's so comfy."

   The Captain turns to leave, just as she is about to close the door Emily
speaks up, "Captain Roz..."

   "Yes Miss Kendall?"

   "Thank you for staying with me tonight...  I'm not mad at you for
helping my Daddy fuck me; I know you were only doing your job."

   "You don't know how relieved I am to hear you to say that." The Captain
says with a tremendous amount of sarcasm in her voice.  "Frankly I don't
give a shit if you hate my guts or not." The Captain tries her best to
restore the authority-detainee relationship as she closes the door behind
her.

   *****

   The rest of the week became a regular routine for Emily; mostly
classroom work during the day followed by ninety minute of fucking in the
evening.  Though she never looked forward to the servitude session, it
became as habitual as her morning showers before breakfast.  After all,
there's only so many ways she can be fucked and after a week she'd pretty
much done it all.  The best part of the sessions was that her body has
learned to orgasm without her clit being stroked.  She left most of her
sessions as satisfied as her clients.

  
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   Emily survived her first week, pushed to her limits.  It can't possibly
get any worse, can it?  Read Emily's Retribution Part III to find out.

  
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