I noticed she was an American the moment I entered this little café in one of the ancient towns in Europe. The ones with the central market place and nice little streets leading there. The second thing I noticed was her haircut. It was dyed blonde, just about ½ inch on top and a little shorter on the sides and back. She looked gorgeous! Having traveled already alone for 4 days through Europe and having still 5 weeks before going home, I felt the need to speak to someone in a language we both knew. Its needless to say I was very attracted by this girl. Being a brunette with long straight hair I have often fantasized about a really short haircut but I’ve never had the guts to cut them shorter than shoulder length.
As I approached her through the room, she noticed me and smiled. I guess she already knew that I was coming to her. As I arrived she said - Hi, need a seat? I could tell you a nice story if you’d buy me a drink.
This chilled me a little. Being attracted by her looks I didn’t notice the empty glass and the full ashtray in front of her. Was she drunk? But what the hell - I thought - its better to listen to her than to sit alone listening to the chatter of a language I could never understand.
- Hi - I said - what will it be?
- Oh, just the usual - she laughed looking at me. And since I didn’t move, not knowing what to do, she said - Oh, sit down, I’ll order.
Before I could say a word, she pulled me to the chair and went to the waiter. From the distance I looked at her incredible body and her hair. On the way back she noticed me gazing at her nice breasts. She smiled - Are you a lesbian or something? If I yes, I don’t mind, but not tonight, babe. I’ve had enough for some time - she said.
- No, I’m not a lesbian. You just look great and I like your hairstyle. That’s all - I said feeling that the conversation was going in the wrong direction. Trying to regain the initiative I introduced my self - Hi, I’m Ann…
- Hi, again… I’m Carol, but friends call me Cal. Thanks for the compliment. I like my hair now too. But its not been a very long time since I have it like that - she produced one of those holiday photos - that’s me, just four weeks ago…
In the mean time the waiter arrived with a bottle of wine.
- Oh don’t worry darling, - she said looking at my confused face - it will be just about 7 dollars for this bottle and I promise it will be a bottle you’ll not forget for a long time.
- Why, not, I’m sorry. Got a little confused by your former looks… - I admit, I saw a completely different person on that photo. She was a cute dark blonde with curly hair reaching well below her shoulders. Nice, but nothing really exciting. Not at least compared to her looks now.
- Well, on this photo its me four weeks ago. As you see I’m just an average student traveling in Europe with long hair and not really knowing what to do with myself. It’s been exactly four weeks to this day when I entered this café just like you and had a small glass of red wine. So, are you ready to listen to an experienced lady?
- She must be more drunk than I thought. What is she playing? - I thought to myself. But on the other hand you never know… Seven bucks and a little time, I had plenty of, is a small risk. If it gets boring I’ll just excuse myself and leave.
- Well, I don’t think you are that more experienced…
- Oh, just shut up! Now, I’ll do the talking and you’ll listen. Then you’ll tell me whatever you want. I won’t mind, I’m a good listener too! she laughed exposing her white teeth.
- OK, go on… - Beyond doubt she had a magnetic personality and her looks were the answer to all my dreams.
- So, - she begun her story in a quiet voice - my ancestors originate from this little town. They moved across the Atlantic before WW I and now I have no relatives here. But since a long time I had been dreaming about this long European vacation and visiting the old country. You know, this kind of shit…
- Yeah, I said - this smelt very much like my own story so far.
- So after wandering here and there, I decided that its time to visit the home town of my great, great, whatever, father… and one day, I entered this very room and sat at this table to have a glass of wine before finding a hotel. As usual - she smiled innocently - a local guy soon offered me a drink. He barely spoke English, I don’t speak the local language, but I could understand a little… It was fun trying to communicate, and he was really nice. After some time he offered to take me to a hotel he knew to be affordable for students.
- You’re not very exciting so far - I said yawning. It was already quite late and a “foreign affair” kind of story was not the one I wanted to listen to all night.
- Ok, now the exciting part begins - she said. - Do you know that in this country the alcohol limit for drivers is 0.00? Well you don’t, I’m sure! And did you know that besides the driver any person sitting in a car with a drunk-driver is considered legally an accomplice? Sure, you don’t! - she exclaimed.
- shhhh, don’t get excited, I gasped. I really didn’t know any of this and I suddenly felt the keys of my rented small Fiat burning in my pocket.
- I didn’t know that either - she looked at me and continued - we drove away quite quickly, what must have brought the attention of a police patrol. The driver, my new local boyfriend, got shit scared. He tried to run away from the car and I just sat there looking at everything with my eyes wide open. The police guys took me to the station. Mind you, I’ve never seen Alex, that was his name, again… They shouted at me and got very serious. I could barely understand what was going on. Finally a guy came speaking some English. He explained that as an accomplice to drunk driving I will be tried by a criminal court. - Since, your friend attempted to obstruct the course of justice by running away from the car, you’re likely to get 6 months of prison, you know that, don’t you?
- No! I want a lawyer! I want to speak with the consul..! - I screamed in terror.
- Quiet! young lady - barked the officer - you can get all this, no problem. We’re in a civilized country, but then it will become an official matter. There is another solution - he said with his funny accent - There is a new program for petty offenders like you. If you agree to take the program you will be free in 2-3 weeks.
- Ok, I sign for the program! - I screamed, - I just cannot afford to be put in any jail!
- Don’t worry. By signing to the program the case is moved from criminal to administrative proceedings and it’s just like a parking ticket record. Before you make the decision you need to know a little about the program - and he produced a little booklet. In the local language of course…
- So I guess, you signed for the program, yeah?
- Just listen to this - she continued - my hands were shaking, I was a little drunk, I had done nothing wrong, I just wanted to get a ride to a hotel and I found myself in this shit. I quickly flipped the pages of the booklet and did not understanding anything. The police guy helped me do an application for the program in my handwriting first in English and then somehow translated it into their language and off I went. First, they put me into a small single cell at the station to spend the night. I hardly slept that night wandering what will happen next. In the morning they gave me a slice of bread and a cup of coffee. Later my hands and legs were cuffed and I was led away to some kind of a prison van with five other females of around my age. Some of them spoke a little English but none of them knew where we were going.
After about 2-3 hours’ drive we arrived at something that looked like a hotel. A hotel with bars in the windows, mind you. But it wasn’t that awful. And it certainly did not look like a prison. We disembarked and were lead into a reception area of this “hotel”. The door was firmly locked after we had entered.
- Now the funny part begins, she said. - Buy me a new pack of cigarettes and the story will go on. Reluctantly, I went to the bar asked for “
zigaretten” what I hoped would do the trick. It did, although the waiter looked quite surprised.
- Well, first what you need to know, is that it was all very neat and clean and the personnel all in uniforms of very good quality. High standard I would say. We were all lined-up. Still in shackles. A guy you could immediately recognize as the boss started speaking in a low voice. I could hardly understand, but the words discipline and strict control, sound similar almost everywhere. After his short speech I could see that all the girls shook in terror. Then, the first girl was lead behind a door down the corridor while the others including me were seated on a bench. Two guards remained with us and instructed complete silence. The waiting took ages. One after another the girls were taken behind that door. I was fourth. I was led into a small room. They took away the shackles and ordered me to undress. By the reactions of the girls before I knew that this was no time to argue. A strip search had begun.
- I’ve read before that being strip searched is a degrading and humiliating experience. I cannot tell you how true this is. Later I understood that this was the purpose - they wanted to humiliate me and show who’s in command! I was instructed to take off all my clothes. One by one. There was one male and one female guard. Slowly the male guard inspected all the pieces of my wardrobe searching for any illegal substances. All my valuables, earrings, that stuff went into an envelope. When I was completely naked they put away all my clothes and the envelope in a box, sealed it and made me sign. There was a number 13-751 imprinted on the box. Soon after I’ve learned that this is my new name.
Then the female started her job. She asked me to lean forward and run fingers through my hair. - You know I had quite long hair at that time… She instructed me to open my mouth, lift thetongue, lift the arms, expose the armpits and spin round. Then she started inspecting and touching me with latex gloves. I remember that at that time I really started to shake!
The examination went on, and on while the male guard looked at me from a short distance. Then she asked me to spread my legs apart. Imagine, I had to squat on my knees fully naked. When they finished I was quite relieved there was no cavity search. In fact, I didn’t know that it was still to come!
They all seemed very professional. They knew exactly what they were doing and I felt like a toy passed from one hand to the other.
- Once the strip search was completed, they started with all the personal stuff. Personal data, fingerprinting, etc. They asked me to spread my hair so that its length was clearly visible and made several photos of me. Both the face and the full naked body. By this time I felt violated and could feel tears flowing from my eyes.
- Don’t worry - the male guard said - the best is still to come, he laughed quietly. The female guard looked at him seriously and he stopped. Can you imagine being naked, touched and photographed in front of strangers totally in control of yourself?!
- I can’t believe what you’re saying - I shook my head. The story was a horror I’ve never expected and while we had drunk in the mean time half of the wine, I completely forgot about the car key and that my hotel is a long way off…
- The next room was the shower room. I had to shower in front of another pair of guards who showed me that I need to thoroughly clean my private parts and wash the hair. - No, they didn’t laugh, they just did their job, and at the same time destroyed me completely. From the shower, with my hair still wet I was led away to an examining room where I was relieved to see a female doctor and a female nurse. Sometimes judging by gender can be misleading. The worst was still to come.
I was asked to sit on a chair. All my papers were already there. The doctor read them quickly, gave me a faded smile and in English said - I’m sorry, but the procedure must be fulfilled. She weighed me, metered my size and made a general inspection. A blood sample was taken too. She asked if I’m resistant to pain. I said that I’m an active person and sometimes I could get hurt but never complain.
- Good - she said - you will need courage now my girl. I wanted to ask her more, but then a guy in uniform appeared holding some metal rings. They looked like shackles but without chains.
He asked me to stretch my left hand first and put on one of those rings. Then the other hand and both ankles followed. The rings were very much like handcuffs, but wider and in silver polished steel with a small steel loop on each of them. They weren’t very heavy and looked quite originally, if one may say so… Each ring was locked with a notable click. When I heard that sound, I felt I was becoming a slave. And a slave I was to become.
The nurse, who was about fifty, fat and spoke only her language asked me to step up onto some kind of table and make a position of a dog - you know the one from yoga, don’t you? Do you know what’s next?
- they searched your anus?
- Quite, but first my face pushed down onto the this table, and with my now free hands I had to pull away the buttocks. The nurse started to shave my peri-anus area. Only when she had finished the anus was inspected by her. The doctor just kept on looking. The male guard too, but the doctor later showed him to leave. Then, I was asked to sit on something that looked a lot like a gynecologist chair but larger and with adjustable seat. I guess uou know what happened next?
- the same as with the anus? - I asked. I could feel a chill of excitement running down my spine. I quickly asked for another bottle of wine. By this time I really felt no language barrier with the waiter.
- Yes, but with more heavy equipment. First, my legs were put in the stirrups and my new rings fixed to little chains hanging from each of them. The same with my hands at the arm rests. The nurse took electric clippers.
- You know, I’ve never kept a lot of bush down there but the nurse spent some time removing all the hair in my pubic area. Nevertheless, as with the guards before, even though I felt humiliated, I could sense that I’m treated by a professional. And the sensation of the warm clippers running up and down my pubis gave me shivers. Then the nurse took a disposable razor and removed whatever there was left of my pubic hair. - Aaah, did I tell you about the mirror?
- No, what mirror?
- A mirror was placed in the ceiling above the gynecologists’ chair so that you could actually see everything the nurse was doing. I remember how I got excited just by looking at this and for a brief moment I forgot that all this was happening for real. Then she applied some aftershave lotion waking me up a little.
- How did it end? I asked sitting on the edge of my chair, feeling the same sensation Cal was talking about just a second ago.
- Well, immediately after the shaving of my pubis, the vagina was inspected by the doctor. It was quite brief, and by this time I felt that nothing worse could happen to me. Then the nurse lifted the chair up and pulled my legs still chained to the chair a little down. She took the same clippers and approached my head. The brief moment of excitement was long gone during the vaginal inspection and now, I’ve started yelling like hell, that I won’t let them do that to my head! But what could I do, with my hands and legs cuffed to that fucking chair?! Nothing! So I started shaking my head in a vain attempt of delaying the moment of execution. It was then the doctor showed me who’s in command with one big slap on my face.
- You’ll be very quiet my girl and not cause trouble or you will regret it till the rest of your life - she said in a quiet voice. I knew instantly, that I had no cards to play and resigned any resistance. At this time I didn’t even cry. My cheek was burning like hell and in a mirror in front of the chair I observed quietly the progress made by the nurse.
She stopped for a minute and gave me a long look - Go on, I said quietly, go on Cal.
- It was clear that the nurse really enjoyed her work. First she took a ½ inch blade and run it through my head. She started right in the middle of the forehead. As she made her first sweep I felt that there was no appeal. No going back. I was going to lose my hair. The funny thing was that at the beginning you don’t see what is being done to your scalp. The hair just seems still to be there. After a few sweeps, though, I could see the short stubble on my head compared with my long shiny hair still remaining. As if to humiliate me more the door opened and the boss officer entered. I was still in stirrups with my bare pubis wide open, my head half shorn and the officer looked at me the way you look at an ugly animal in a zoo cage. It was evident that he asked about the screaming a few moments ago. The doctor explained that everything is OK and the boss shook his head in satisfaction. He said words I understood as “five more”. I had no clue what that meant at that time. I’ve learned this only the day after…
The shaving continued. When the first half of the scalp was shorn the nurse went onto the other one. Again starting at the top and going down to the sides. Then she replaced the ½ inch blade with a zero blade and again the same procedure. Her moves were so smooth and in control. No hair was left unattended. I watched this rare show terrified and feeling completely numb. - No, I was not numb. By this time I could also feel the burning sensation in my pubis. The adrenalin must have went down and I could feel the pubis shaved, exposed and burning from the after shave.
When the nurse had finished with the zero blade. She went to a drawer, took a straight razor and applied some warm water and then shavingcream on my head. As I was lathered up, the doctor approached and smiled. In her low voice of a cobra she said - The nurse doesn’t want any more stupid games from you. Now she will shave you with this straight razor. One silly move, my dear, and it will be me who will do the stitches. Do you understand? - OK - I quietly responded, trying to move my head as least as possible not to infuriate these two characters.
I didn’t know at that time whether the shaving of the scalp was “according to the procedure” or an extra humiliating invention of the doctor-dominatrix, but I later learned that all the girls were shaved down to the skin. Only the straight razor was a special treat for me.
It took quite a few minutes before my head was completely shaved. The scraping on my head sent again chills down my spine and I started to feel a sexual sensation. The doctor must have noticed that and said - I see you’re starting to enjoy this. Good, in that case life here will be a little easier for you. And you know, life has sometime its little rewards. - She smiled and gave me long look in the eyes and then at my crotch and then again into the eyes. Then she took my papers and made some note. I did not know what to make of it and I just kept on looking at the progress made on my scalp. By now it was shining in the luminescent light of the examining room with a dark shadow where the hair used to be. The aftershave wasn’t that bad. The doctor even ordered the nurse to apply some balm on my head and pubis to relieve the burning sensation.
Finally, I was uncuffed from the chair and on shaky legs I stood on the floor. The first thing I did I touched my scalp. Ann, you are never going to believe this - Cal said - I kind of liked the sensation of touching my bare scalp for the first time in my life! Then I smiled instinctively and the doctor and the nurse first looked at each other and returned a smile.
They took photos of me again. The face and the full body. Imagine this, you cannot feel any more naked than this, with not a single hair on your head or private parts with only some metal rings around your wrists and ankles. When they had finished I was asked to sit on a chair again. The one I sat at the beginning. Only this time I noticed that this chair also had little chains one could cuff to the rings I wore. The doctor smiled again and said - these won’t be necessary? - No, ma-am - I replied, entering into my new role of a slave prisoner.
- Good, I guess, you’ve been told what you are up to before you signed up for the program? - No, ma-am, - I replied - just yesterday night I was stopped by a police patrol and now, I’m here. I know nothing except that I’ve signed up for a new program. And a radical one - I added touching my head. - Oh, all the same stories all the time! - she exclaimed - Now, you listen baby, - she became a cobra again - don’t you think for a moment that because you don’t speak the language you will get-off lightly! On the other hand - she became nice again - if you play by the rules, you will complete the program and in a few weeks you will be a new person who will never forget about the laws of our country. From now on, you are number 13-751, you will be referred to as this number and you will respond to this number. I suggest you quickly learn all the figures in your new language. I don’t expect there will be too many here speaking English.
The nurse gave me a pair of sandals to wear and a gown similar to those given to patients at an operation ward of a hospital. It was white, nicely pressed and the kind you put over your head and tie around the waist. No underwear or socks. The number 13-751 was neatly printed in front, at the heart in 1 inch print and in the back on the shoulders much bigger. The doctor said to the nurse - next!, a guard appeared and I was led away through long corridors to my cell. My new home for the next “few weeks” as the doctor said.
The building was very modern and nicely finished so when the door of my cell finally opened in front of me I was not that surprised to see a room which resembled somewhat a single room at a good hospital. Everything was very neat and in good condition. It was very basic, just a bed a small desk and a chair fixed to the floor. There even was quite a large window, with bars of course...
I was gently pushed in by the guard and I could hear the door lock. The sound of the lock was quite ordinary, not that heavy sound of steel prison doors. Nevertheless upon hearing this, I just fell to the floor in self pity. As I touched my face full of tears I went up with my hands only to feel the bare scalp. Another outburst of tears and crying overwhelmed me. I’ve never felt any loner in my life. Then in a sudden impulse I turned to the door and started kicking it, banging and shouting to let me out. The door immediately opened, as if they waited for this. Two male guards burst in and pulled me to the bed. They cuffed my hands and legs to each corner of the bed. As I was chained to the bed I was still shouting and crying but then they produced another of their simple tricks. One of the male guards opened the zipper of his trousers and produced his penis so that I could see it very. Immediately he got my attention as I froze paralyzed. He put the penis back in his trousers and pointed a finger at me and said - Next time… - The threat was more than evident. All the tension just passed away and I just laid on the bed waiting for whatever was to happen next…
- Some program - I gasped. - No, Anna, don’t interrupt now…
- Somehow I convinced them that I’m calm now and in control of myself. They believed me, but only in part. First they put a dog collar around my neck and fixed it to the bed frame with a chain of roughly 9 feet. Then they uncuffed the legs and hands and pulled me to sit. As I sat and looked at them in disbelief they touched their crotches and made moves leaving no room for any misunderstanding. This would be my punishment if I would go mad again. They left the room satisfied with my terror and locked the door again. This time I just sat and sat. I don’t know for how long. While sitting I looked around my cell. There were a few things I didn’t notice before. Like a big mirror opposite the bed, so that the inmate could sit and enjoy her new looks. I tried to look away but all the time my eyes were coming back to that mirror. After a while I tried to stand up but the chain and the dog collar pulled me down. - I’ll better get used to this, I thought. I stood up again more carefully and got undressed. The gown was hanging on the chain and falling to the floor as I stood and looked at the new me. I’ve inspected closely my pubis which I’ve never shaved before so cleanly. I didn’t enjoy the looks that much, but I enjoyed the sensation. Especially when one of the cold steel rings touched my clitoris. I felt a thunder running through me and continued rubbing for a while. Then I moved to my head. It was shining bald with a promise of dark hair glimmering in the skin. I touched the head to feel its softness. I could not believe how soft the skin was. My hand just seemed glued to the head.
After playing with myself for a while I noticed that there is a small toilet, a wash basin and a shower just next to the entrance door. My chain allowed me to just reach the toilet seat - Good, - I thought - at least they won’t rape me for peeing in bed - I tried to make the best of things.
Some time later the door opened. I was just lying in bed dressed in my gown wandering what will happen next. A woman serving meals appeared and asked in her language “if I’m ready”. I was ready. I had nothing decent to eat since 24 hours. I replied yes. To my surprise she stepped back and wanted to close the door again, so I jumped up and started to articulate that I’m really ready to eat. She looked at me surprised and passed me a tray of food and a cup of tea. The food was decent, I must say. Much better than I had expected. Half an hour later the same lady appeared and collected the tray and the cup. At the same time she gave me a toothbrush, a small tube of tooth paste, a bar of soap and a towel. I was happy to see all these things after all this time. Soon after the light went out and I fell asleep.
The dreams that night were a mixture of all the past events. Except for one thing that was new. I had an intense erotic dream of sex with one of the guards. It was not a rape, rather a soft porn dream you can watch late at night on TV. When I woke up, I just continued lying in bed playing with the chain of my collar and thinking if this could really happen.
- Good morning 13-517, stand-up - the door opened and the doctor dominatrix entered the cell. I jumped to my feet not knowing what to expect. At least I didn’t fall again pulled by the collar.
- the Governor asked me to come to you and explain the procedure. All the other patients here will have learned this from the manual but we don’t have the English translation for sluts like you - she gave me one of her cobra smiles.
- Excuse me ma-am - I interrupted - I need to pee…
- Oh, that’s not a problem darling, we don’t have any secrets, do we? - She was right. After yesterday’s events what could there be left for me to hide. My dignity evaporated the moment I arrived here. She opened the dog collar and said - Just do all your morning toilet while I will explain to you the regime of the program. Listen very carefully for I shall say this only once… - I tried to hide a smile at her comic citation of a well known phrase from an old British sit-com. She noticed that - Anything funny? I can make your life very funny here! - No, ma-am, I’m just happy that you will instruct me on my program - I answered quickly.
As I did all the washing she continued - Rule no. 1 - you will behave in a quiet and civilized manner. If you respect this rule you will be treated accordingly. Now you have been deprived of all your possessions, shorn and reduced to a number. Your former life of sin had ended and you will be re-born here as a new law abiding citizen. The shaving is a symbol of this and you will only be allowed to grow your hair after leaving this ward;
rule no. 2 there are two wards at this institution. The operation ward you’re currently held and the rehabilitation ward you will be transmitted when you have paid your retribution - by this time I had finished all my toilet, as there was no problem with washing or drying any. I stood in front of her naked afraid of doing anything and listened with my eyes wide open. I had no idea what the word retribution meant but I knew that I will have to pay dearly.
- rule no. 3 - you have been sentenced to 50 strokes of cane, belt and whip. In addition you have collected 5 more for misbehaving during medical examination and 5 more for misbehaving here in your room. You have sixty strokes to serve my lady. That’s not that much and you will manage. - I remembered the figure “50” somewhere in the papers I signed but as I could not read in their language I was sure that this was a reference to the speed limit Alex exceeded … and now I was supposed to be beaten like in the middle ages for something that was not a real crime. This didn’t seem fair. The doctor noticed my disbelief.
- rule no. 4 - the retribution is voluntary and if at any time you want to resign from the program you will be sent back to stand trial under normal criminal procedure. - There it was, check and mate! I knew I would endure anything not to spend any time in jail. I had to go home and university in a month.
- rule no. 5 - the day you decide to pay the retribution you must answer to the meal lady that “I’m ready”. She will not give you the dinner and the retribution will be exercised the next morning. The withholding of the meals is for medical and sanitary reasons… - I got shit scared and started to tremble.
- rule no. 6 - upon arrival at the retribution room you will have to say the type of crime that brought you here and declare how many strokes of your sentence are to be executed. Judging by your skin type I’d suggest 40 first and 20 on another occasion. There must be a 24 hours brake between the executions and remember there is no retribution exercised on Sundays. I’ll write you the description of the offence for you to learn. English is not good for official business here - They thought of everything. I just wandered what kind of attractions they had prepared for Sundays.
rule no. 7 - once you complete the retribution you will be officially considered a free person. You will need to stay at the rehabilitation ward for 2-3 weeks until you are medically fit to leave and some hair had grown. The government does not want too many completely bald women running around the streets - Fucking hypocrites! - I thought to myself while she went on…
rule no. 8 - the retribution may be stopped by me for medical reasons or by yourself if you decide to stop at any time. However, stopping before reaching the declared limit automatically adds 5 more strokes to your sentence, so choose wisely my girl…
- final rule no. 9 - this is program is a once in a lifetime opportunity. In the event you would ever commit the same or similar crime you will be processed as a criminal with a record. And by the way everything that happens in this building is monitored. In case you breach the law again all your photos will be posted on the internet…
- I hope you understood well everything - Yes ma-ma I nodded in shock. - Any questions? - Yes, ma-am, if everything is monitored, how come I was nearly raped yesterday by the guards?! - Oh, no, no! - she laughed - no one was going to rape you, all the guards here can have plenty of consensual sex without resorting to that. It was just a psychological trick plaid on you. It works on 90% of our new comers! Ok, if no more questions, I have no more time to waste with you. I hope to see you soon in the retribution room - she said leaving my cell.
As the door closed I’ve put on my gown and made up my bed just in case someone watching would consider this uncivilized and started to look through the window. What I saw quite surprised me. I could see a number of women, girls with bald heads or very short hair walking around and playing on a playground. Some of them were just lying in the sun. All seemingly relaxed. - This must be a part of the rehabilitation ward she spoke about - I thought. What was striking, was that all girls were nicely dressed in nicely fitted navy blue dresses of knee length and short sleeves. White socks and some kind of sports shoes completed their outfit and there were no rings around their wrists or ankles. So, there is hope! - I said to myself quietly and decided to apply for that fucking retribution the same day. Soon the breakfast arrived and after that nothing really happened. The ward was completely quiet as all the inmates were left with their own thoughts whether to apply for next mornings’ session and how many strokes to declare. I guess this was almost as difficult to endure as the beatings themselves - Cal said and looked at me.
By this time of Cal’s story I had a mixture of emotions in my had. Was she lying, did she make it all up in her drunk mind? Is the legal system here so viciously ingenious here? But why would she lie? Cal looks very attractive and does not need to invent any stories to be listened to… In any event I was sure I would not let her go before she completed her story.
- Would you like another glass? I pointed to the empty glass in front of her - No, thanks. I’ve had enough. I’ll just order some water…
As she completed the order Cal looked at me and said - I won’t tell you a lot about the beatings and the retribution. You must know it was horrible! I despised any form of violence all my life and now more than ever. What I want to tell you is the mechanism of the system which enslaved me.
When I made up my mind that I will apply for they following day and declare 40 strokes as suggested by the doctor I started memorizing the phrase written by the doctor. It went like this “…” - Cal laughed - and I laughed too as even though I did not understand a word of it, it sounded funny - So, Anna, after all this I had this sudden surge of excitement that after all I’m a human being who can control her life. That was one of the happiest moments of my life, even though I was so afraid of the pain and the suffering still ahead of me. I knew there was no going back and that I would complete this sadistic program. Suddenly it became a challenge just like the annual test at school. When the meal lady finally arrived in the evening I proudly said “I’m ready”. She nodded and closed the door without a word. To relieve my excitement I did some exercises and when I felt tired I took a shower and put myself to bed. I admit I couldn’t fall asleep and when the lights had gone out I masturbated under the cover of my sheets. I didn’t mind really if someone out there was looking after the show I gave them the day before. This helped and I fell fast asleep. No dreams at all this time.
- Good morning 13-517, stand-up - the door opened and a female guard appeared - Are you ready to pay your retribution? - Yes, ma-am, I answered a bit less proudly than the night before. She took a chain and cuffed my hands behind the back. I was led out of the cell into the corridor. On a clock on the wall I noticed it was 6.30 am. In front of other doors down the corridor there were three more females standing. All just like me. Completely bald with the same type of gown on them and cuffed behind their backs.
We were all lined up, me being the third, and walked down the corridor to a lift. The lift with the four convicts and 2 guards descended to a basement and we had to walk down a poorly lit corridor. Finally we arrived in front of a heavy door which was opened electrically by one of the guards. We’ve entered into a quite a large room brightly lit. I blinked my eyes and gasped. There were a number of people in the room. The governor, the doctor and the nurse sitting at a desk one side of the room. To their left side stood four girls, evidently participants of the same program who already served their punishment. I could tell this by their uniformed dresses I saw yesterday through the window and the fact that they had some hair growing on their heads. One more thing was there. It was a big metal frame fixed to the floor and with chains hanging at different levels. I immediately recognized that this must be the beating frame and that we were to be fixed to these chains. I nearly fainted just like two other girls. The last one already had been here and just looked on numbly.
The official business started. Our numbers were called, the attendance record was made. Then one by one all the girls had to say their crime and declare the number of strokes. They were here for all sorts of stupid things like drunk driving, petty theft, I don’t remember what else. We were all lined up on the other side of the frame so that we could see the face of the victim. They started with the girl that has already been here. She had to undress - I noticed that her back was badly bruised - completely naked and her hands and legs were affixed to the chains at the frame in a kneeling position. She received 15 strokes of a strap on the butt from a female guard who made the inmate count out loud the strokes. I won’t tell you about all the screams. It’s just too sad - said Cal looking at me with tears in her eyes. The first girl - Cal continued - was released from the chains and allowed to dress. She was directed to stand by the side of the frame. Later I was told that all the penalized inmates had to look at the execution of the others so that they could certify that everyone got a fair share of the beatings. We were all even required to sign a protocol of the execution stating that everything was done according to the book. These Europeans have their taste for red-tape, don’t’ they? - Cal winked her eye.
- Then we were called by numbers and the same procedure was repeated. We had to stand there and watch and listen to the screams all the time. I was the last to pay my retribution. By the time it was my turn I was shaking in terror, but I knew I will have to hold out if I was ever going to get myself out of this mess. I endured 20 whip lashes and 20 strokes of the cane on my back. The pain was beyond description! I hated them all and I would kill them if only I could.
Then something happened that changed my perspective. Instead of being handcuffed and led away to the cell, we were all led away by the guards, but with the help of the other girls. These girls were volunteers from the rehab ward and assisted us walking. As we reached my cell door I wanted to thank my girl but she said - it’s OK - and we were both let into my cell. She undressed my robe, helped climb onto the bed and started to rub gently cream and lotion to my bruised skin. She was so delicate in caressing my body that the pain started to fade away. After two or three hours the meal lady arrived with a simple meal for us both. I couldn’t eat but the girl whose name she wouldn’t tell, gently fed me. She spent the night besides my bed massaging me gently. In the middle of the night she came closer to my ear and whispered - Now I will release you from all your pain. And we started kissing and I was sure I wanted this to happen. Then she moved on to kiss my clit and as I rubbed my hands on her shorn head, I exploded with eroticism. I’ve come two or three times while exploring her newly grown hair and my two days old shadow. These were sensations I will never forget…
- Now I know why you were so freaked by me being a lesbian - I shook my head - No, its not that Ann - Cal went on - I’ve never head lesbian intercourse before and I don’t think I will, but just then it felt so liberating and it really helped to kill the pain.
In the morning the girl gently woke me up and said its Sunday today which as the inspection day. I need to get shaved for the occasion. By this time at this mad house I had learned not to ask too many questions, so I agreed to go to the shower where my head was shaved by this girl with a disposable razor. This time it went very quickly and I really enjoyed the scraping sensation. She went on to shave the pubis, kissed me there one last time as if to say goodbye to our last nights’ adventures. Then she applied the cream to my back and soon after the door opened and the girl left and I was served breakfast all alone in my cell. I must tell you all of the past days’ events were running through my head like a freight train. I couldn’t get hold of myself. I had just one thought, I have to get out of here as quickly as possible. That’s why, though, still in pain I decided to apply for the next morning’s execution and serve my last 20 strokes.
After the breakfast the inspection begun. I had to undress in the cell and naked I was taken out of my cell where all the other inmates on the ward were lined up facing the wall to expose their bruises. The governor, the doctor-dominatrix and one more official as well as a number of guards were there. They came behind each inmate and I could hear a discussion. When it was my turn, I was first touched on the bruises, (it hurt, mind you) when this was over I was turned away to face my tormentors. The governor looked at my head and clit appreciating my fresh shave and asked how many strokes have I already served and if I wanted to continue the program. I said 40 and yes to his and the officials’ satisfaction. As they went away the doctor turned to me and quietly said -“I hope you enjoyed tonight, I knew you’d like this from the very beginning”. Just then I remembered the shaving scene when she made a note of something when I got excited while being shaved. She must have somehow sensed that I would be turned on - Cal said - and a few days later the doctor told me that all single inmates were allowed to have consensual sex. This was supposed to ease the tension and pain. For me at least, it worked!
Cal stopped and looked at her empty glass. - Listen its very late and I’d better be going… - No! I cried - I was dying of anxiety how this story will end - you have to tell me until the moment you were released. I’m too freaking excited to let you go now!
Ok - she sighed - I just didn’t want to bore you to death…
So, after the inspection all went quiet again in the ward. I was just sitting and looking through the window and thinking of all the past events. When the meal lady arrived I proudly said “I’m ready”. The next morning the same procedure was repeated except that this time I was the first to go. I received the remaining 20 strokes with a belt on my butt. In a sense I was thankful that they didn’t go for the bruised back again, but later it appeared to me that this must be the rule around here. As the fifteenth stroke passed the girls in the room started to count down 5-4-3-2-1-bravo!!! I nearly fainted and cried of excitement. As I waited to be uncuffed I noticed that even the guards were smiling. Perhaps they were not that evil after all? And then a magical thing happened.
Instead of detaching my rings from the chains of the beating frame, the rings themselves were opened one by one with a click I remembered from just 5 days ago. -You are a free person now, the doctor said as I rubbed my wrists in disbelief. Then the execution continued and one more girl had finished her sentence. For the other two there was at least evidence that there is hope. This time I was led away by one of the male guards. Strangely enough, he did not wear the complete uniform, just the boots, trousers and a white T-shirt. I could see how well he was built. He entered the cell with me and gently spoke in simple English - we saw you playing with yourself and the other girl… if it’s OK with you I will spend the day and night taking care of you. If not, another girl volunteer could come... What will it be? I tried to be smart, not knowing what to say but feeling that my dream was coming true - Aren’t you prohibited from involving yourself with the inmates? - You forgot you are a free person now, he smiled. Having heard that I’m free for the second time, I just collapsed to the bed and nodded my head in wild excitement.
I must tell you Ann, he knew what he was doing. The butt was not that badly beaten and I could move myself. The mixture of pain and pleasure coupled with the joy of regained freedom worked wonders. Unlike with the bald girl before, when he started kissing my clit, I rubbed my hands in his hair, what brought emotions beyond description. It was incredible to lie completely naked and shaved, so exposed and see this male with all his hair. I just kept wishing that the day and night would never end. - Cal paused for a minute.
- The next morning as I woke he was already gone. There was no wake-up call, no calling by the number. I was no longer a prisoner but I was not sure who was I?. Soon the breakfast was served. I waited in my cell for whatever was to happen next. At about noon, the warden arrived and said something I did not understand but it was evident that he was referring to my punishment and future life as a law abiding citizen. One of the guards took me later to the examining room I knew so well as the place I became a hairless baby, but this time it was to be all nice and gentle. I’ve been told that I will be shaved one last time on my re-birth into the free life.
I jumped on the chair and spread my legs. This time I wanted to look closely in the mirror and enjoy every second of what was to come. The nurse gently lathered me up and with her fine moves of a professional removed the very little re-growth I had after Sunday’s shave. When it came to the head she showed me the straight razor asking if I wanted it again. I certainly did. I kept on looking hypnotized on how she applied a warm towel, the lather and then scraped my scalp. It was the moment of magic and a dream come true for me. Through the pain and suffering, many dreams had come true in these few days, mind you. As the shaving was completed I looked at myself in the mirror. The bruises were starting to heal and I knew I had the rest of my life before me. I was given the navy blue dress I dreamed of while looking through my cell window and when dressed I was led away to the rehabilitation ward.
On arrival there, as a new-comer I was cheered by everyone. All the girls and women congratulated me and hugged and I felt like a member of a big family. I was led to a dorm I was to share with 4 other girls, one of which was the same one who completed her retribution with me. We soon became friends with Agnes…
- And?.. I was sitting on the edge of my table. Well Ann, I really have to be going now. I’ll just tell you quickly that I have spent the next two weeks in the ward under good medical supervision. It was a bit like a summer camp during high school. There was some routine, but everyone was very nice and supportive. After the two weeks I was released together with Agnes. She was reluctant to go home with the short hair she had. So just in case we didn’t meet any of her friends we made a small tour of the neighboring countries. First, however, we went to a proper barber and dyed my hair blond and cut the sides to give me a less victimized look. And I liked the effect. In fact, even though many people considered us lesbos, we got a lot of attention from the boys. I can tell you, during the entire trip we didn’t have to pay for a single drink - Cal laughed and I certainly believed her.
As we stepped out of the café into the quiet of the night we stopped by my rented Fiat - Need a lift? I asked thoughtlessly, instantly knowing that this was the most stupid thing to say to her after we had drunk so much - No, thanks. I’d rather walk. I’ve got a train to catch tomorrow… - she looked at me kissed me on the cheek and turned away. As I looked at her silhouette disappear in the distance I held the car key considering my options. After all I had my dreams to come true too and still 5 weeks of holidays left…
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