by Mark Andrews
I pointed out to him the sensitivities of the local Indians and he promised to be tact personified. Now that I had met him personally, I recognised his charm and old-world urbanity and promised to do what I could.
The DG was enthusiastic and immediately authorised the trip. His tact must have worked for he came back with another plant, soil, water, and air samples and data on the temperature range in the area. He seemed sure he could nail the problem but asked if he could witness the first use of his plant, after which he would take it back with him for research, returning it to us monthly so it could do its miraculous work.
I had high hopes he would, in time, learn how to propagate it.
In the meantime, each of the males was implanted with the penile zapper which, by default gave them a nasty shock to the root of their penises the moment blood started to engorge them. It was possible to turn off this function and Wayne used a spare button on our controllers to do that. It would only work by a close proximity of the controller to the prisoner and since our controllers were only active when attached to the wrist of the officer to whom they were allocated (and only him), a prisoner could not use them to bypass the process.
From that moment on erections for them was a no-no. Of course it took them some time to learn this and their screams and contortions as their cocks were zapped were quite comical, especially as I ordered my people to try every trick in their considerable arsenals to tease the prisoners into an erection.
The female prisoners laughed uproariously at their male counterparts and so I asked Wayne for advice on where to place a similar unit on them. We couldn’t use their clitoris’ (I thought) as the GPS models were already glued to them but he demurred.
“Yes, you can, Will. You’ve already glued the other unit to the right side, haven’t you?” I agreed that we had. “Right then, as the clitoris is the only part of the female anatomy that even approaches an erection, you will have to snap these units on to the other side. If they’re foolish enough to get an erection, they will experience the same jolt as the males get... How are they going, by the way...?”
“Very well. The slightest movement of blood into their cocks and Zappp! They’re doubled over, screaming blue murder.”
“Excellent. No less than I expected and we’re already getting dozens of orders for them. It seems every penal authority in the world has been watching you and your ideas, Will.”
Needless to say the two female prisoners were less than enthusiastic at having another implant attached to their clitoris’ but were rather sheepish when I remarked they had brought it on themselves by an overly enthusiastic reaction to the results of the male erections.
The results of these secondary implants on both sexes after that were remarkable. As they now had to contain libidinous thoughts (or suffer a nasty shock to their penises or clitoris’), their rambunctious behaviour and attitudes mitigated and eventually disappeared altogether. They weren’t exactly contrite, as Sandy Blake clearly was, but they were definitely a great deal more tractable - and nicer people into the bargain.
But Sandy was the exemplar whom I showed off to all and sundry and I decided to exempt him from the penile zapper, or rather, in him it was turned off permanently. He continued to show that contrition which had manifested itself from the moment Miraculum had ‘treated’ him. He stayed in his new cell at night and ate proper food (but not with us), but during the day, at his own request, he stripped off his prison clothes (which had been reissued to him) and joined the other prisoners at their daily toil.
He also asked continually when Jan was going to come back and cane or whip him again. I had already decided that would be on a monthly basis and even asked Jan if she would prefer to do it to him on a solo basis as before, or whether she might like to be his public executioner. She chose the latter course and I grinned as I observed to Arthur Franks that she was indeed, cured.
A month after his treatment, I scheduled young Gary Wilson, the twenty-four-year-old paedophile for the next Miraculum treatment, wanting to see how the plant would affect this rather different crime than rape.
It was just as effective and indeed, he actually asked to be strung up by his ankles, stretched as wide apart as we could get them and then have his whole crotch area from the wide open buttocks, across his perineum and, most particularly, his cock and balls subjected to the cat-o-nine-tails whip, administered as hard as possible.
“Indeed, Mr Chalmers, I believe I deserve to be castrated and if it was done with the whip, my pain might go some way to punishing my soul.”
Yes, those were the words he used and I stared at him in some awe as I thought about his request. Not that I would go along with it. True, I had originally intended to castrate each of these male sex-offenders, but the testicular and now the penile model would together make such a course quite unnecessary.
“No, boy we will not castrate you. Your balls are much too useful as a source for the GPS implant, but yes, we may well accommodate your desire for a genital flogging. It’s no more than you deserve, after all.”
In fact, as we were now ready for our first public showing, I scheduled his punishment as one of two disciplinary sessions to be put on for our first public showing which, of course, included the media. They were accommodated in a special box up behind the audience. Once more I used a part of the old munitions factory for this room. It had been a testing and showing area and already boasted tiered seats for the audience and a projection booth up behind them. This became the media box and it took only some carpeting, a few wooden panels and the removal of the workbench at the front, replaced with a small stage, to turn it into a mini-theatre.
I let the media in first, showing them up to the well-equipped box (including coffee and tea-making facilities and with some biscuits and cakes to go with them), then admitted the paying audience. There had been no shortage of bookings for this first showing and I grinned wryly as I thought of mankind’s delight in the misery of others.
I addressed them, outlining the offences of the two prisoners to be punished this day and how they were going to suffer.
Gary was first.
Bob Drover had set up the gallows on the stage. He had made a series of frames to accommodate the different types of punishment but each was designed to be fixed to various slots he had built into the floor of the stage and was very secure. Each of them was made of gleaming stainless steel and the current one stood there, an ominous reminder of corporal punishment from a bygone era.
It was merely two ten-centimetre upright pipes, surmounted by a crosspiece. Inside the base of the two uprights were small winches with stainless steel wire wound around them. These emanated from pulleys inside the tops of the uprights and ended in snap hooks.
Gary walked in to the room, escorted of course but clearly quite willingly. I hadn’t mentioned his contrition and grinned to myself as I noted the astonishment on the faces of the audience at his apparent willingness to approach his punishment.
Once there, and at my gesture, he laid his naked (and nude) body face down on the floor between the two uprights while Bob and Carl wound Velcro fastening around his ankles and then snapped the hooks to them.
I operated the controller which worked the two winches; they whined a little and drew his feet, legs and then his whole body up, stretching his feet out towards the top corners of the gallows as they pulled on his ankles.
In time he was suspended half way up the gallows, which was almost as high as the room - ten metres, and his legs and thighs were pulled very wide open, his front facing the audience.
“This prisoner will receive twenty-five strokes of the lash to his genitals, ladies and gentlemen,” I announced and then nodded to Carl. As this was a public showing, he had kept on his uniform but it was form-fitting enough to show off his spectacular body and particularly his arm and shoulder muscles, which would be doing the work today.
The cat is
a fearsome weapon and was used with much notoriety in the Royal Navy until a hundred years ago. Now, it had been resurrected to tame sex offenders in our little prison.
Carl stood behind Gary, raised the whip and brought it down smartly between his thighs, to land with a distinctive ‘splaaat’ on his upside-down, dangling penis and testicles.
He screamed: “Aagghheeoouugghhoouueeaahh...” and his body described a series of most spectacular contortions. I grinned at them - and his scream - for I well knew he truly wanted this pain and that he could easily have contained its effects, at least for the first few strokes. That he hadn’t was a mark of his showmanship and I thought he might be a real drawcard once news of these event got around.
Glancing up at the audience, I knew I was right. There was absolute silence in the auditorium, apart from Gary’s screams, that is. They were riveted to their seats, although on the front edges of them and all were staring glassy-eyed at the naked young man suspended so indecently before them.
Carl allowed a couple of minutes between strokes as we wanted this session to last about an hour. After it we would serve coffee or tea and the same refreshments the media were enjoying upstairs. And then we would begin the second punishment.
He didn’t stay behind the prisoner all the time, coming forward to deliver a couple of strokes from the front but most came from behind as this gave the audience the best view of Gary’s splendid body and face.
Each stroke met with the same scream of pain and the contortions which so wonderfully showed off his athletic and so naked body to a tee. With all the outdoor work with the plough, harrow and scarifier, their bodies had now all assumed a delightful tan and I have to admit each of them looked most appealing, even the formerly skinny Joe Connors whose body had now developed into a more pleasing shape.
Gary took each of the twenty-five strokes, each laid on with a degree of severity which Carl judged to a nicety - not hard enough to permanently damage the organs, but sufficient to give him an exquisite level of pain and this was evidenced by his face when we eventually let him down. It was drawn and haggard and I knew he wasn’t simulating it, either. He had to be helped from the room but the audience cheered - us, not him. Him they jeered as he was led out.
I knew though that as he lay on the bed in his cell (he had a similar one to Sandy’s) he would be exulting in the disapprobation.
During morning tea, many of them came up to me and congratulated me on this new system of punishment for the worst criminals we had in Queensland. I smiled and thanked them, expressing the hope (without mentioning the implants which gave it a surety) that they would be reformed.
But then it was time for the second session. For this, I had scheduled Lola Bertram, the kink prostitute whose over-zealous attack on her client’s cock and balls had resulted in them having to be removed in their entirety.
He had declined the offer to punish her - no doubt he was ashamed that he had engaged her services for kinky sex in the first place and wished to remain as anonymous as possible. This therefore was her first major punishment and for it, I had decided that she would be caned - right along her anus and vaginal slit.
She was brought in, as unwillingly as Gary had been almost eager to be punished, two of my guards dragging her into the room and up to the scaffold. Then, while one held her around her chest, and yes, copping a good feel of her so muscular breasts at the same time, the other fastened first one ankle and then the other to the two Velcro manacles and hooks.
She was then hoisted aloft to dangle, naked, upside down and with her legs spread a wide as Gary’s had been, her vagina now well opened and her clit showing very clearly.
Pete Williams was going to administer the twenty-five strokes of the cane to her anus and vagina and I had enjoined him to be careful. We wanted to hurt her, not permanently damage the goods. We had all had lessons in caning and whipping and these had been supplemented by talks from a clinical physician who specialised in genital trauma and so we were well armed to administer just the right degree of punishment.
Pete is a bit of a showman and he strutted back and forth in front of the audience a few times, holding the cane in both hand and bending it between them to show how supple it was. But then he flexed his right arm to show off his splendid biceps muscle and grinned up at them. He undid the top button of his shirt but then desisted.
They got the message however and screamed at him to “Strip it off!”
He looked at me and I nodded, at which he removed his shirt and then his pants. I hadn’t bargained for this but he had and under them, he had on only a silvery codpiece which apparently clipped over his genital package for there was no belt of any kind. Again he strutted up and down before them, now, to all intents and purposes naked and I grinned as I heard their shouts and cheers.
But then he got serious and strode up behind the dangling, muscular black girl with the incredible body and superbly gleaming skin.
He raised the cane and the audience sighed, almost as one, as his right biceps formed up into a round, apple-shaped lump of pure muscle - and then straightened rapidly as his arm brought the cane down - hard - right along her perineum but catching both the vagina, clitoris and anus in the process.
Her bodily contortions were even more spectacular than Gary’s had been and that’s saying something, for his had been extraordinary. Lola’s though showed off her dark-chocolate-brown skin to a tee and its underlying muscles even better.
This girl was an athlete. Her muscles were splendid: smooth and wonderfully articulated - but not overdone. She was no muscle-freak; simply a superbly athletic girl of twenty-one years, at the peak of her beauty and ability.
The cane as it bit into the soft flesh of her anus and vagina must have sent white-hot shards of agony through and through her. Her bodily contortions were evidence of that; so were her screams, even more strident than Gary’s, notwithstanding that I was sure his had been faked.
But she had been responsible for the emasculation of one of her clients (and his near death from loss of blood) and she was now paying the price of her gross negligence. Pete now payed up to his audience once more, emerging from behind Lola’s suspended body and strutting back and forth to the cheers and ribald suggestions that he strip off his last remaining claim to modesty. He pretended to do so but didn’t actually remove it before returning to his position and delivering the next stroke - right over the last one - at which her screams were redoubled and her contortions even more violent, showing off her so muscly body wonderfully to us all.
It would be repetitious to go on with her punishment. Suffice it to say she was a right mess when he finished but I inspected her nether regions carefully afterwards and was relieved to find no permanent damage. She would be in a great deal of pain for the next few days however - and that was good.
Once she had been removed, I took the people out to watch the prisoners pulling the plough through more of our quite extensive plot at the back. Already, the gardens were taking shape and we were already harvesting beans and carrots and would soon be adding peas, cabbages and all the rest to our home-grown vegetables store. We had built the piggery out in an area near the waste digester and it was already augmenting our own wastes and producing a lot more gas so that we could run the generator all day. We had bought some lambs who grazed a small grassed area. We would soon be self-sufficient in all our food needs. Another plus for our profit and loss account which was already showing a profit.
Jan O’Connor had not come to this first public session and I had assumed, rightly as it turned out, that she was only interested in Sandy’s punishment sessions. I was therefore not at all surprised when my secretary announced her as a visitor a week before he was due for his next monthly punishment.
“Hi Will,” she said, grinning widely at me as she was ushered in.
“Hi yourself, Jan,” I replied smiling at her obvious pleasure in be
ing here.
Once the pleasantries were over and she was sipping her coffee in obvious contentment, I raised my eyebrows at her.
She giggled - a far cry from the forlorn young woman I had first met with Arthur Franks. “I’ve been reading, Will...”
“I see.”
“Yes, well much of it has been on the Net and I have come across a fetish called ball-busting...”
I stared at her in awe. I knew instantly why she had come but was I prepared to go along with her? So far as her own mental health was concerned, I had no doubts such a ‘treatment’ would go a long way in redressing the hurt Sandy had inflicted on her, but wasn’t it just a little over the odds?
But then she went on. “It isn’t for me, Will. I’m cured, even though I will continue to come and take part in Sandy’s punishments. No, I’m thinking of all the other victims of rape...
“I know when I read about it and then watched a couple of excerpts from the videos, that I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction at these thugs’ comeuppance, and I think if you were to include, or at least offer this vengeance to the victims, many would jump at the chance.
“I’m not complaining about what you did for me. It was wonderful and I will always be grateful to you for it. I just think however, that this would be the ultimate revenge for a girl...”
I sat back in my chair and stared at her. “It’s certainly a well-deserved punishment in my view, Jan. But I would have to run it by the DG...”
“Of course. It’s only a suggestion anyway, but whatever you decide, I will be here next week to take part in Sandy’s monthly punishment.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
David Peters was aghast - at first. But then, as his mind took in the psychiatric benefit to the victims, he agreed to back it. “After all, Will, we were going to castrate them at the end of their time with us. This isn’t nearly as radical as that solution.”
