Ausitania :

Sofija Saltenis yawned and stretched herself out in bed. She slept naked between dark blue satin sheets, loving the feel of the smooth fabric on her body. Gradually as the awareness of her previous night's actions returned to her she felt the nipples of her neat, almost girlish breasts stiffen. She moved her hand to the right one, feeling the flesh harden still more as her fingertips tightened their grip, her long nails digging in to the point where the pain served to arouse her. Her left hand slid down to between her legs, her pussy now excreting the succulent juices as her mind recreated the scene of the previous evening. Janacek, strapped to the cross, bloody and writhing beneath the onslaught of her very special whip.

She slid from her bed and went into the kitchen, flicking on the coffee maker before slipping into the black lycra bodysuit that served as her everyday wear when she wasn't either in uniform or one of her black leather outfits that she liked to wear when she went to the Hellcat club in Libovice, the centre of Ausitania's BDSM scene. The action there was usually much less extreme than that which she enjoyed at Maritka but she had made a lot of good friends there, her preference being for the "Lipstick Lesbians", many of whom were businesswomen who went there to explore their submissive side after a hard week in the office.

She thought briefly of Adrijana Doric. She had met the high flying lawyer a year previously at the Hellcat and a kind of romance had blossomed between the two of them. Adrijana certainly looked the part in her day job dressed in her smart black business suit and black high heeled Manolo Blahniks, very different from their first meeting when Sofija had buckled the leather collar around Adrijana's slim neck and led her around the nightclub on a leash all night before going back to her penthouse for what turned out to be a memorable night of passion.

There had been many such nights since. She pictured Adrijana reclining on one of her black leather sofas with the lights of Libovice spread out around them as Sofija entertained her friend with tales of the punishment sessions at the Maritka quarry. Adrijana, who had been at the centre of the legal reforms that had established what were effectively male penal colonies in Ausitania, enjoyed hearing from her lover the narratives of the bastards who got everything they deserved from the little blonde who she felt proud to refer to as her mistress.

Sofija drained her coffee and laced on her trainers before making her way down to the punishment block. The woman on the desk merely smiled and waved her through. Janacek was the only prisoner currently on punishment. He cut a pathetic figure. The manner in which he had been left chained overnight was a tribute to the guards ingenuity of cruelty. The heavy steel manacles around his wrists had been locked to the steel mesh roof of the cage, pulling him into a strappado position. As if this was considered insufficient punishment in itself the hasp of the collar had been fitted with a chain attached to the cage's steel floor bolt and tightened to a point where his neck was drawn both down and forwards. Finally a kneeler was fitted that connected his testicles to his steel fettered ankles, making it impossible to adopt anything other than a stressed squat position, torturing every muscle constantly.

He was barely conscious, the pain having overcome him on many occasions during the night. The duty guard had taken the opportunity to douse him with a bucket of freezing cold water on three occasions, bringing him back to consciousness. Sofija stood before him, enjoying the fruits of her colleagues work. Unwinding the tape that held her black panties in place inside his mouth she pulled them out and dropped them to the floor.

"Did you have a good night?" She asked sarcastically. "I certainly did."

Janacek merely grunted. Unable or unwilling to say anything more. Sofija filled in the punishment book, detailing the strokes he had been given and the ten hours punishment confinement.

"Release the prisoner and put him onto a work party detail." she told the guard.

She knew that Janacek wouldn't be in any fit state to work that day. Almost certainly the way he had been kept overnight would have occasioned at least some temporary nerve damage that would ensure that he would be unable to perform any sort of labour. That wasn't her problem. He would be put on the work party and, if he failed to come up to standard then a further punishment docket would be issued by his supervisor. It was a vicious circle, one that Janacek would find great difficulty breaking out of.

Twenty kilometres from Maritka Arianne Voric was seated at her breakfast table. She was studying the latest report that had come through from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. There had been some adverse criticism in the foreign press of the policies regarding Maritka. It had been described as a "Punishment Unit" and in at least one compared with the concentration camps of Germany a century before. Ausitanian authorities were concerned that it reflected badly on the country's reputation. She called Alex across to her breakfast table to read the report.

"What do you wish me to do mistress?"

Arianne imperiously pointed a crimson nailed finger towards the floor, indicating that he should retake his position at her feet.

"What I want you to do slave is to write a rebuttal piece to be issued to these foreign news organisations to neutralise any bad publicity. I am going in to work, you can write a piece during the day. I'm planning a small drinks party for this evening. I think that you will enjoy it. I have a little surprise for you at the end."

The first thing that Alex heard was the low throb of the car engine as Arianne turned into the drive. Then the sound of feminine chatter followed by the turning of the key in the front door. Arianne led Monika Novotny and Sofija Saltenis into the big sitting room with its extensive views out across the valley. She clicked her fingers in Alex's direction.

"Champagne for three, and bring the piece you have written for release."

The three of them sat sipping their drinks as Arianne read aloud from the piece.

"The authorities in Ausitania have seen fit to treat the violent criminal element in their society merely with the disdain that they have shown for their victims. All the inmates at Maritka have committed crimes of violence against female victims and now merely suffer the consequences that their actions have precipitated."

The three women murmured their appreciation. "He writes very well." Commented Monika.

"Should we go and get ready for the evening's entertainment?" Asked Arianne.

As they went upstairs she handed Alex a pair of skimpy black leather shorts.

"Put those on and wait for us out on the patio."

Ten minutes later all three women came out of the house. Black leather was the order of the day. Jodphurs with flared thighs for Monika, skin tight jeans for Arianne and a stunning leather mini dress with a wide three buckled leather belt and a crisp white blouse for Sofija. All three women wore laced knee boots.

Arianne unlocked the garage door to reveal a two wheeled sulky cart of the type used for pony trotting. The neat little vehicle had a pair of spoked bicycle type wheels and an upholstered leather seat. It was clearly of a size that was designed to be pulled by a human rather than a pony. The two shafts that projected forward each had three leather straps attached and Alex was ordered to stand between them. He quickly had both arms buckled tightly to the cart. Monika had taken a collection of leather straps from a hook on the garage wall and began to strap the head harness into place. A steel bit was put between his teeth and a set of leather reins attached. Arianne held a long dressage style whip as she seated herself in the centre of the cushion, her two friends positioned to either side of her.

"Ok boy, walk on!"

The call came from Arianne who rested the dressage whip on Alex's shoulder. A sharp tug on the reins confirmed her order as Alex took up the slack. The sulky with its three haughty leather clad passengers slowly began to roll as he moved forward. A right hand pull on the reins indicated that Alex was to turn right onto the drive that led to the road that ran past the front of the house. It was a quiet country lane, quite suitable for such a vehicle and they were soon trotting happily along at a decent pace. Alex was gym fit and the first few minutes presented few problems. They passed a couple of cottages where people in their gardens stopped to watch the unusual sight of three black leather clad women driving the trotting man with Arianne's whip providing the occasional encouragement as she flicked it casually across his shoulders.

They came to a small hamlet of perhaps a dozen cottages beside a small country inn where people sat out in the evening sun enjoying their drinks. A cheer went up as Arianne steered the sulky into the car park. Alex, grateful for the rest, felt humiliated by the fact that all the customers now came to view this strange spectacle. Some were taking photographs with their phones and sending them on to friends. Arianne went inside and returned with three glasses of wine on a tray, a water bowl held in her other hand, which she placed on the ground in front of Alex.

She removed the bit from his mouth and unstrapped his arms. He went down on his knees and lapped up the water like an animal, sparking another round of amateur photography as the customers stood around chatting and laughing. One brave young lady took hold of his reins and pulled his head up for her boyfriend to get a snap of all the fun.

After a few minutes Alex was strapped back into the shafts and, to a loud cheer from all the spectators, Arianne used the whip to drive Alex at full speed up the lane. His pace slackened after a couple of hundred metres and the whip was passed to Sofija who now used it to maintain the speed, laying strokes across his back and shoulders with enthusiasm, once more feeling the damp spreading at her crotch as the wild, red weals appeared in a criss cross pattern on his flesh. Eventually they arrived back at Arianne's house and Alex dropped to his knees in a state of near exhaustion.

After he had been unstrapped Arianne said " I am very proud of you slave, that was a great performance. Now go and take a shower and report back to us in the sitting room."

When Alex returned to the sitting room all three women were holding their Champagne flutes and sitting around a dark grey deep pile rug. Each woman was armed with a whip. Sofija held the dressage whip which had been used to drive Alex when hauling the three of them in the sulky. Monika Novotny brandished a black riding crop, whilst Arianne had a chosen a short single tail. Each whip providing a very different type of pain, but all significant in their own way.

Arianne walked over to Alex and unlocked the steel penis restraint that served to prevent him from pleasuring himself.

"In view of your efforts in providing us all with an excellent ride out in the countryside we have decided to allow you to achieve an orgasm. You will naturally be required to clean up any sort of mess that results from this."

Alex was facing Arianne as she addressed him, but the first stroke came from Sofija, the dressage whip whistling through the air before landing diagonally across his body. It instantly created a bright red weal that ran from his right shoulder down to his waist. His scream had barely subsided before Monika Novotny was on her feet slashing at his chest with her black leather riding crop, several strokes landing in quick succession around his nipples. Monika sat back down only for Arianne to take her place. Standing with her long legs set apart, her laced leather knee boots gleaming, her height boosted by their long stiletto heels.

"Worship your mistress' boots boy!"

Alex dropped forward and began to grovel at her feet. He kissed the black leather, starting at the instep and working up to the knees where they were tied with neat laces in bows. For the moment Arianne rested her whip against the thigh of her skin tight black leather jeans. As soon as he had finished however the single tail came into action. Arianne delivered stroke after stroke to his shoulders and buttocks. The latter quickly becoming red and raw. Eventually as strokes fell on top of previous ones tiny crimson droplets oozed from the sites of the whip's impact.

"Alright slave, you may take your pleasure."

Alex sobbed quietly as he rose onto his knees, taking his semi erect penis in his hand. It quickly grew into a rock hard column, purple veins standing out like cords as he stroked himself to full erection. Arianne moved towards him and placed her right boot directly onto his rampant cock.

"You may come over my boot boy."

Alex stroked harder and harder, the sensation growing with every moment until he was unable to hold it back any longer. His loud sighs now grew into a cry of ecstasy. He let out a loud squeal as the first shot of thick, white creamy jiss spurted out across the shaft of Arianne's boot, followed almost immediately by a second that fell across the laces of her instep. The sperm slowly ran down, despoiling the perfection of the gleaming leather. She glanced down imperiously.

The merest hint of a wistful smile played on her lips before her face hardened once more into an inscrutable cold stare.

"Lick it up boy! All of it. NOW!"

As this was happening back at Maritka. Prisoner 79 was on a charge. His supervisor on the work detail had watched with barely concealed amusement as Janacek had attempted to join the detail. It was no good. The night of confinement in the punishment cell, bound with steel chains, deliberately tightened to inflict agony had rendered his muscles inoperative. Every time he attempted to stand he fell back down. His black leather clad guard placed a laced combat boot on his neck as he lay before her groaning on the ground. She was filling out a punishment docket for refusal to work, signing her name across the bottom of the yellow ticket. As she went off shift she passed by the rack of pigeon holes where she dropped it into the one marked Ms. Saltenis. Sofija would pick it up in the morning and the torture of Anton Janacek would continue, his personal hell still a long road stretching out before him.