For Demonstration Purposes Only (part 2)
by Arty

HOLLY'S ORDEAL IS ONLY HALF OVER. JOIN HER AS SHE ENTERS THE
SECOND HALF OF THE JUDGE'S NEW AUTOMATED PROCESSING
FACILITY.

Holly opened the door to the next stage of processing. As
she walked through the door she could see the Automated
Cleaning Facility ahead of her. She glanced to her left and
through the window she could see that the viewing window was
lined with the faces of people eager to the next stage of
her humiliating ordeal. She wondered how she would feel if
the situation were to be reversed and she admitted to
herself that she would probably be watching with same level
of eager anticipation. Not that it made her current
situation any easier to bear though. Her reverie was
interrupted by the hateful robotic voice of the processing
computer.

_"Prisoner has ten seconds to enter the Automated Cleaning
Facility or punishment will be incurred"_

Holly scampered over to the machine and stepped in. She was
quite looking forward to being able to wash away the
evidence of the extreme arousal that the previous stage had
managed to induce in her. The slick feel of her inner thighs
sliding together told her how far her pussy-juice had been
spread. Still wobbly from the orgasms and the unfulfilled
final arousal session she took longer than she would have
expected placing her feet and hands where they were supposed
to go.

_"Prisoner has five seconds to enter the Automated Cleaning
Facility or punishment will be incurred"_

As she rested her waist against the padded recess of the bar
the straps at her wrists and ankles tightened to hold her
immobile within the open framework of the ACF. Another
padded bar swung across her and she felt her feet lifted
from the floor. Jets of water mixed with a soapy solution
sprayed her from head to foot. Next she her legs were spread
still wider and a nozzle raised itself from a recess beneath
her. Suddenly a narrow jet of water shot from the nozzle and
began to beat on her pussylips. The jet was being pulsed and
she could feel them separating as the water insinuated
itself between them. As this was happening the jet was being
swung back and forth along the length of her pussy. From
above her head Holly could see miniature car-wash style
rotating brushes descending. She closed her eyes as they
swished across her face, it didn't feel too bad, but by the
time that she realised this they had begun to assault her
breasts. The constant light slapping of brushes cause her
nipples to harden and her breasts to swell.

Holly groaned as her pussy lips parted and the jet from the
nozzle was able to reach her clitoris, she was helpless to
prevent herself from becoming aroused. She opened her eyes
and stared numbly at the faces in the viewing window. Would
she ever be able to meet them in the street without
blushing? She screamed as the whirling brushes reached her
pubic mound and the extra stimulation, both fore and aft,
pushed her into a long-delayed orgasm. Numb from
embarrassment Holly took little notice of the rest of the
proceedings, except to squeal at the final few seconds of
cold water and delousing fluid rinsing that finished the
washing.

The final phase was almost relaxing; blasts of hot air were
directed across her body to dry her off. The machine placed
her feet back on the ground and the straps were released.
Holly freed her hands and feet and waited for the waist bar
to swing out of the way. Conscious of her lack of make-up
and the way that her hair frizzed if she wasn't able to
brush it as it was dried, Holly was almost more embarrassed
by this than she was of being naked.

Holly opened the door and stepped into the next phase of the
processing. She looked towards the viewing window and was
rewarded with the site of their faces pressed eagerly
against the window, anxious not to miss a single second of
her ordeal. Holly attempted to bring her hair into some sort
of order, but it was wasted effort. She resigned herself to
looking like a scarecrow. By now she was almost used to her
nakedness, however she realised that the final stage of
processing, the introductory punishment session was rapidly
approaching; the thought of this caused her stomach to fill
with butterflies and her heart to beat faster.

_"Prisoner has five seconds to stand in the designated place
or punishment will be incurred"_

The unwelcome sound of the hateful robotic voice dragged her
from this unpleasant speculation. She struggled to remember
what this processing stage was; then she realised, with a
shock, that this was the photographic stage! For some reason
the sound of the Judge could be heard expounding the
features of this photographic stage.

"… so you can see we get a full photographic record of the
prisoner. This stops the little hussies from claiming that
they were assaulted. If they do we can show that any
bruising they got happened before they got here. Obviously
we don't include bruising on the buttocks." The assembled
viewers laughed at this. "When the demonstration is over I
will let you take away a set of photographs of our little
'convict' here as a souvenir of your visit."

Holly was crimson. Some of them she knew would delight in
embarrassing her by showing the photographs around. Pretty
soon there wouldn't be a soul in town that hadn't seen her
naked! How would she cope?

By now she had placed her feet in the foot-shaped recesses
in the floor. This meant that her legs were now about three
feet apart. The depilation and the washing meant that her
outer pussy lips were open and her pink inner lips were
visible. Holly knew that her clitoris was erect and visible
also. She could here the exclamations of delight from the
viewers behind the window.

"What delightful 'pinkies'!"

"You can see by the fact that her 'little man' is up that
she's a brazen little hussy!"

Her blush by now had spread over her whole body.

The camera lens descended from the roof and described a
helical path around her body taking pictures at ten-degree
intervals. It then described an arc that began with an
extreme close up of her widespread pussy and then pull back
and circled up over her head and stopped at the level of her
anus.

_"Prisoner will bend forward and place her hands on the
designated spot or punishment will be incurred"_

Groaning in renewed humiliation, Holly bent forward and
placed her hands in the hand-shaped recesses that were just
in front of her. This meant that she was bent almost double
and completely exposed her anus to the camera's view. Holly
was thankful that she was facing the viewing window; at
least she was spared that.

"If you'll jest look up at the view screen you can see a
camera's-eye view of the her little 'brown ring'. And a very
pretty one it is too."

The patronising tones of the Judge made her realise that she
wasn't to be spared even this little indignity. The camera
zoomed in for the final extreme close-up of her anus and
retreated to the ceiling. Holly waited; she knew if she
moved at this point, before she was told, she would probably
incur further punishment. So far she had only to endure the
ten introductory swats plus the eight that she had earned at
the start and she didn't want to suffer any more.

_"Prisoner may proceed to the final stage of processing."_

At last! She could move; Holly stretched, as she stood up
straight, to ease the ache in her back from standing
immobile for so long. The pleasure in the movement was short
lived as she realised that the view window was no longer
lined with faces. This meant that they had all left so that
they could get the best view as she entered the punishment
room.

_"Prisoner has ten seconds to enter the Automated Punishment
Facility or punishment will be extended"_

The voice greeted her as she entered the final room. Her
gaze fell upon the frame into which she would shortly place
herself. She stood transfixed as she noted the flail-like
warm-up implement and then she saw the strap hanging waiting
for the correct time before it would descend and inflict its
painful message.

_"Prisoner has five seconds to enter the Automated Punishment
Facility or punishment will be extended"_

Holly shook herself and hurried to place herself in the
frame before the time-limit expired. She tried to resign
herself to the fact that she would be screaming and crying
before her time in this room was up. It didn't work; the
butterflies in her stomach multiplied exponentially and
tears began to leak from her eyes as she waited for the
machine to finish immobilizing her.

_"Punishment sequence started; eighteen strokes to be
awarded. Warm-up phase in progress."_

The wheel with the flail-like implements attached began to
spin rapidly and descend towards her helpless posterior. The
frame held her legs wide apart and kept her slightly bent
forward. The meant that her bottom was spread allowing the
viewers tantalising glimpses of her pussy and anus as she
squirmed in anticipation of the forthcoming pain. As the
tips of the flail touched her skin the articulated arm of
the device swept the wheel up and down her left buttock
carefully following the contour.

Holly grunted at the first contact, the pain of each
individual contact wasn't too bad but there were a hundred
of them every minute and the burning sensation soon built to
unbearable proportions. Holly began to cry. The wheel lifted
and turned through 90 degrees so that it was no parallel
with the crease of her bottom, and then it descended. This
time Holly squealed as the warm-up wheel contacted the inner
surfaces of her buttocks. Finally the wheel executed a
further 90-degree turn and completed the job on her right
bottom cheek. Holly was sobbing by the time the wheel had
finished its job; her bottom was burning and throbbing and
the strapping hadn't started yet!

_"Strapping phase in starting: Stroke One."_

The strap descended on its arm and was flicked through 180
degrees landing across both of Holly's bottom cheeks almost
simultaneously. CRAAACCKK!

Holly screamed, she had never felt such pain. She wriggled
her bottom in a desperate and ultimately unsuccessful,
attempt to assuage the stinging.

_"Stroke One not acknowledged, Stroke One."_

Oh God! She'd forgotten to press the button! 

CRAAACKK! The strap descended in a repeat of the first
stroke. Holly screamed again; but this time she frantically
pressed the button beneath the fingers of her right hand.

_"Stroke One acknowledged, Stroke Two."_

The inhuman strapping continued and Holly was made to bear
the unbearable; she slumped bonelessly in the frame, her
screaming reduced to a hoarse whimper. Paradoxically the
more she relaxed the quicker the pain from each stroke
seemed to dissipate. By the time the strapping was finished
Holly's bottom was dark red and throbbing with agony.

The punishment frame released her and she groaned as she
extricated herself from it. The pain in her rear-end drove
all thoughts of modesty from her mind as she danced
frantically from one foot to another in a further attempt to
ease the pain.

Before she was allowed to leave the room she was made to
place her hand into a slot in the wall where she felt a
prisoner location and identification bracelet being fitted
to her wrist. This allowed the closet door above the slot to
open and reveal the prison uniform. The uniform consisted of
a very short denim mini-dress with a deep V at front and
back. It closed down the front with Velcro and Holly noticed
as she was putting it that it had similar Velcro closures on
the shoulders. This meant that the dress could be removed
even if her arms were restrained in any way.

The door from the punishment room clicked open and Holly
stepped through it. The Judge and the assembled dignitaries
expressed their delight in such a wonderful demonstration.
Holly turned to him.

"Can I take this bracelet off and change into my own clothes
now?"

The Judge looked a little embarrassed. "I'm afraid not,
Nathalie had to log you in as a real convict. Unfortunately
the sentence of 1 day was too low and the computer
substituted the minimum sentence as mandated by the laws of
Search'em County: 30 days."

"You mean I have to stay here for a month?"

"Oh it's not as bad as that my dear. You only spend nights
and weekends here the rest of the time you'll be working at
your old job with me."

Holly contemplated this.

"Of course that means the sentence will take about three
months to serve the 30 days and you will have to be
processed each time you re-enter the jail."

The Sheriff interrupted. "And don't forget that as a
prisoner she has to be strip-searched each time she enters
or exits a county building."

He turned to Holly. "It looks like you and me are going to
get real well acquainted now."

-Fin-

-- /~arty