Intermezzo Ginnys Revenge

This is a shorter story than my others - I've been wondering why some of my stories get quite a lot of hits but few comments or ratings - maybe my readers give up before they get to the end. If that is so, take heart, this one is only a single page. And if you enjoy a particular part of one of the others, but not the whole thing, please take a moment to scroll to the end, comment if you wish, and if you can do so while retaining a shred of personal integrity, rate it a 5 - other ratings are at your own discretion, of course!

A word about consensuality: A common theme in some of my stories is judicial (or pseudo-judicial) punishment. Judicial punishment is inherently non-consensual. These are fantasies, and are also rather antiseptic compared to the real thing. I do not condone coercion in real life, nor do I think the world is a better place because corporal punishment actually happens for real. But I do get off on the fantasy, and I think it's fine if you do also, from either the top or the bottom viewpoint. If acted out for play (unlikely, I suspect!) please agree on the ground rules ahead of time, and honor safe words.

All that said, the following story is consensual, more or less!

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"Christ, I can barely move an inch," Bev concluded, excitement rising with each passing minute, as she strained against each part of her pole-binding in turn. Straps secured her firmly at her ankles and thighs, as well as below and above her breasts. Not gagged, she was free to scream, she imagined, but the strap around her forehead allowed her head to move only a little, forcing her to stare at her own helplessly bound body reflected in the mirrored wall.

Bev relished the expert bondage at JenLiz - she hadn't experienced anything quite as stringent since her time with Barbara. A wide leather belt encircled her midriff, with her name, Beverly, elegantly tooled on it. From back to front a narrow strap dug deliciously into her crotch, but as neither it nor the belt which secured it were fastened to the pole, Bev could get but little stimulation as she tried to squirm against it. A short strap cinched her chest-bands, forcing her taut, full breasts voluptuously to attention, her erect nipples tingling with anticipation. Her wrists were cuffed behind the pole, her elbows pulled together uncomfortably but bearably. A dark bronze collar covered with silver filigree completed her decoration, its ominous little inflation tube disappearing behind her.

Bev was starting to wonder whether it was really a good idea to give Ginny this opportunity. After scaring the daylights out of her in a staged execution scene, Bev rather flippantly offered her a date to "wring her neck", since Ginny had threatened to do exactly that early in the scene. Though Ginny seemed incredibly good-natured about the elaborate hoax, Bev knew that she was, deep down, really angry, especially since her sister Angie had to endure the same terrifying experience. The dungeon at Jen-Liz was safe, and this scene, like the "execution", would be monitored, but Bev had given Ginny pretty much carte-blanche otherwise. It would be a intense hour or two, she anticipated with some anxiety, as she writhed in her well-tried bonds, wondering why Ginny was taking so long to get there. Staccato heels brought Bev out of her reverie.

"Comfy, Bev?" Ginny laughed as she strode into the dungeon.

"Holy shit, you're a quick study. What sci-fi cover did you just step off?" Bev exclaimed as Ginny took center stage.

"Shut up Bev, it's my turn now," Ginny snapped.

Nevertheless, Bev's description wasn't entirely off the mark. Ginny was entirely encased in leather and metal armor from her neck down. From there up her precise, angular jaw, deep set eyes and long dark hair drawn back in a thick braid added to her invincible appearance, in sharp contrast to Bev's vulnerable nakedness on the pole. Shiny black metal domes covered her breasts, and like Bev, she wore her "execution" belt, displaying her name, Virginia, in elegant lettering. Unlike Bev's, hers was adjusted to a comfortable length, and supported an ominous black codpiece which disappeared between her leather-clad legs. The outfit was over the top compared to anything Bev had ever seen enclosing her friend Barbara, Ginny's late aunt, but the overall effect was still stunningly threatening; Ginny's hauntingly familiar features made Bev's heart ache with memories.

Coiled in Ginny's left hand, completing her warrior princess persona, was an eight foot singletail. "I've been practicing since Wednesday," she crowed, as she uncoiled and fondled the whip.

Fuck,

thought Bev,

just enough time to get a completely screwed up sense of confidence. Why on earth did JenLiz let her have that?

Ginny reared back with the whip; Bev clenched her eyelids tightly, praying that Ginny would aim low and not take out an eye.

CRACK. Bev winced, expecting searing pain, but... nothing. She opened her eyes as Ginny started laughing. "I managed to crack it for the first time today! Time to strangle you!"

"WHAT THE FUCK? THAT'S IT?" yelled Bev, as waves of frustrated, disappointed arousal surged through her body.

"Beggars can't be choosers - you're getting just what you deserve. Too bad I can't do the same to my aunt. Toodle-loo." Ginny hurried out as Bev lost unconsciousness, the collar firmly compressing her neck.

When Bev woke up a few seconds later her own reflection was blocked by a large flat monitor. On the screen, a woman wearing a white sleeveless smock struggled as she was towed by the wrists down a long corridor, led by a moving pole. At one point she tried to speak, then shrieked as the collar she was wearing administered a sharp shock. Bev was shocked herself at first, but quickly found herself wondering what it would be like to be in that woman's place, powerless to escape whatever it was that was going to happen.

The scene changed. Five men and two women stood with their backs against gleaming stainless steel punishment poles, bound with their legs apart, their arms fastened at their sides, their collars secured to the poles. At that moment the real dungeon door opened, and in strode Liz, the co-founder of JenLiz productions.

Liz was attired more conventionally than Ginny had been, but her elegant professional power clothes contrasted similarly with Bev's raw nakedness. "Bev," explained Liz, "Ginny didn't feel she could really punish you properly for what you did - it would be too much like play. When she discovered we were in the real punishment business, she asked us to send you to a session. As you might expect, we can't just do that; only the state can impose a corporal sentence, but sometimes we have to make up the complement with a volunteer, and it turns out that we need one for tomorrow - yes, we work on Sunday; that's when we get our best audiences! You shouldn't volunteer without knowing what you're getting into, so watch a bit more - I'll be back in ten."

Liz left and Bev squirmed in her increasingly uncomfortable bonds as the video continued, showing the rebinding of the inmates into the final punishment position, a severe hogtie. The seven unfortunates struggled and squirmed as Liz appeared and made their connections to the punishment console, engaging each of them, one by one, with her intense, terrifying gaze. Bev found her discomfort melting away as her arousal climbed, as she imagined herself arrested, sentenced and bound, side by side with real malefactors. She was apprehensive about being punished together with men, but they couldn't do much to her in that condition, could they? She even wondered a bit what it would be like to be a man, being punished like that.

Bev was especially intrigued by the calibration. She'd heard a little about it during the time she worked with JenLiz on the execution scene, and had met Michael, the algorithm's developer, who boasted that it couldn't be gamed. It would find anyone's limits, and after it completed its work, all seven inmates would be punished equally and thoroughly, regardless of their individual tolerance for pain. As she watched the seven on the poles struggle and gasp, occasionally screaming, Bev shuddered with excitement. Even Barbara had never quite reached her ultimate threshold. This dispassionate machine surely would.

"So, what's your verdict," Liz asked. Bev hadn't even noticed that she'd returned.

"Guilty as charged," Bev replied with a shiver.

"Excellent. My partner Jen will be conducting the session tomorrow, and Ginny will be in the live audience. You'll stay here tonight, and be taken to the penitentiary tomorrow morning. You'll receive complete absolution, I promise!" Liz chuckled, then left the room without another word.

That night in her cell at JenLiz, the same one where she entertained Angie and Ginny a few days before, Bev tried to contain her excitement and get some sleep.

To find out what Bev experienced the following day, I invite you to read

Budget Correction,

which describes a punishment session through the eyes of another. To learn how Bev got into this fix, have a look at

Executrix Khalidah.