This story is set in the fictional town of Kretuna, which is inspired by the town I grew up in. The characters are all fictional and above 21 years old. I took inspiration from myself and some of my friends, but the characters in this story are not real. There are elements of extreme non-consent so don't read if this is not your things.
This work is obviously inspired by the work of others who created a world in which judicial punishment, torture, and slavery are legal. I am planning to expand onto this theme, but English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of time for me to write a story. Any feedback is appreciated.
Enjoy
Agne's punishment:
It was early morning when Agne walked in the newest wing of Kretuna hospital. Her appointment had been set for 8 am, and she didn't want to miss it. The process had started a few weeks prior: first she received the letter, then she attended the interview, and finally she was summoned in court for sentencing.
She approached reception.
"Good morning," the woman behind the desk said making a beckoning gesture.
When Agne spoke, her voice was hoarse. "Good morning." Instead of stating out loud the reason of her visit, she simply handed the appointment letter. The woman behind the desk glanced at it then casually pointed towards the corridor stretching to the end of hospital wing.
"The Correctional rooms are at the end of the corridor."
Agne blushed.
"Thank you."
She loved living in a small town, but being part of a tight-knit community meant that it was very difficult to hide that she committed a crime and was being punished for it. The receptionist that had just pointed her towards the Correctional rooms did an excellent job at remaining neutral, but there was only a handful of receptionists working at the hospital, and the last time they met was just a week prior when Agne had gone for her regular blood tests.
The hospital corridor was deserted. Claire, her friend, neighbour, and one of the Correctional officers of the town, managed to arrange a time slot for Agne so that they didn't have to meet. There was a rule stating relatives couldn't deliver correctional punishments, but nothing was stated about close friends. Claire and Agne had been friends since school, and it would have been exceedingly awkward for both of them if the punishment had been handed out by Claire.
The corridor ended in a small waiting room. Ther was a water fountain and Agne, remembering the instructions received in the summoning letter, took a glass of water. Apparently being well hydrated helped.
She sat on one of the plastic chairs, and waited. It was only half past seven.
Nobody else was in the small room, and Agne wondered if hers was the first appointment of the day or if someone was already in the room, being punished for their crimes. Unlikely, she decided. The whole process was supposed to last hours, and they didn't do night appointments. She must be the first patient of the day.
In larger cities across Europe, independent correctional institutes had been set up, but in smaller town procedures were held in hospitals. It had been a win-win situation, as the hospitals received funding to build new wings or appropriately refurbish old ones to suit the purpose, and local governments didn't have to bear the cost of building new structure from scratch. Additionally, it had been pointed out during the campaign, correctional institutes were not too dissimilar from hospitals. Medical exams were needed to ensure adequate fitness prior to the punishments, and medical attention was needed afterwards. The purpose-built correctional institutes all had well-equipped medical rooms.
Agne couldn't sit still. She stood up and started marching up and down the small room, nervous and afraid. She stared at the doors. A small plaque above the frame simply said Room 531. That is the room where I am going to be tortured, she thought. Immediately, she regretted thinking that. Claire had caught her several times referring to the punishment as torture, and even if technically the two were similar, it was important not to confuse the two.
Agne sat down again and tried to sooth herself thinking at what Claire had told her. You are in a lucky situation. It could have been imprisonment or community work. Both would have damaged your career and your studies. This, somewhat, was of comfort. It had been a rough few weeks, but this was the last step of her ordeal. If she had been imprisoned, she would have almost surely lost at least some of her clients and, worse of all, she wouldn't have been able to sit the exams for her master's in finance.
Suddenly, the door opened. A tall man, dressed up as a nurse but wearing laced-up boots and a utility belt, stepped into the waiting room.
"Agne Adomaite?" asked.
Agne nodded.
"Come on in."
Agne felt her legs becoming weak. She stood and, after a brief pause, followed the man inside the room. When I walk out of these doors, I will be a free woman, she told herself.
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The room she had just stepped in was undistinguishable from any other visit room of the hospital.
"Please take a seat," the nurse told her.
He took place behind a desk and started up the formalities.
"State your name, date of birth, and address," he said with flat voice. "Everything in this room is recorded, for safety and training purposes. Just so you know," he added with an oblique smile.
Agne recited her formalities. She had the uncomfortable feeling she knew the nurse from somewhere else, but couldn't place where she saw him before. Maybe at the gym? He looked like he was working out.
"My name is Paul," he commenced after he had typed her details into the database. "I am not the one who will hand out the punishment, but I am the supervisor and facilitator. The operator will refer to me throughout the procedure, and I am responsible for ensuring that everything is being done according to the protocols."
There was a pause.
"You know why you are here?"
Agne nodded. A month ago, she was involved in a small car crash, when a pickup truck t-boned her at a junction. Luckily for her, the driver admitted being guilty, but her luck soon ran out when the police officer found out she had been driving her car without insurance. And she had been doing so for a period of almost a year. At the time, Agne thought nothing of it. Now she was mortified and feeling very stupid. Had it been her who caused the car crash, she would now be in debt for life and probably facing imprisonment.
"Today's session is going to be fairly quick, but I want you to understand you will be here until midday. Is that clear?"
Once again, Agne nodded. She had been sent detailed instructions and advised to keep the day free and organise private transport home as she might not feel well enough to travel.
"Is this your first time visiting the Correctional room?"
For the third time, Agne nodded. That was a very delicate way to ask if she had been punished before.
"OK. We then need to take your vitals. Please come over here," he said as he stood up.
"Sit in this chair." He pointed to a chair sitting below a bulky machine from which tubes and wires were dangling.
"I am not going to place this cap on your head," he warned her.
With an expert move, he placed a rubbery cap onto her head. It wasn't too dissimilar from a swimming cap, only thicker and connected to a multitude of wires.
"I am now going to measure how you react to pain. I will hand you an electrode and a small current will flow though your body. You won't feel a thing. We are just measuring how much pain your body registers."
Without waiting for a response, he handed her a small metal cylinder, also connected to a wire.
"Please hold firmly to it. One, two, three...all done."
Agne was dazzled. What just happened?
The nurse removed the rubber cap from her head and pointed to the chair at the desk.
"Please have a seat. I will go and check the room is ready, then I'll check the last details with you."
Agne stood up and then collapsed onto the chair facing the desk. She was confused but also strangely calm. Everything was so like a regular procedure that she had troubles telling the difference between this and any other time she had been in the hospital for a checkup. She glanced up at the wall-mounted clock. It was only twenty past eight. The tortu..punishment, she corrected herself, was supposed to only last thirty minutes. What was all the time until midday for?
The door opened and Paul stepped back. He was carrying with him a piece of paper, which he filed in an envelope carrying her name.
"All ready. How are you feeling?" he then asked turning towards her.
"I am a bit nervous," she said.
"It's understandable. And I am going to be honest, it's not going to be pleasant. It's not supposed to be. But it will be fairly quick and you will be free to live your life after this session. Just make sure you pay your insurance from now on, eh?"
Agne was not sure that mocking was supposed to be part of the punishment, but she didn't care.
"You can now remove all your clothes and placed them in the basket," he said pointing at a plastic basket on the floor.
Claire told her that she would have had to remove her clothes, and still she was unprepared for it. If that was supposed to be part of the punishment, it worked.
She stood up and took off her shoes. She had sensibly worn comfortable clothes, and she quickly removed her light jacket, baggy trousers, and blouse.
Paul, probably sensing her hesitation, prompted her.
"You have to remove underwear as well, Agne."
The remark stung. She knew she had to and yet she had hesitated.
First, she peeled off her socks. Then the bra and, last, her panties.
She looked over at Paul, but he wasn't looking at her. Nothing in his demeanour suggested he enjoyed any of this. Maybe her had seen it already too many times. Maybe he was being professional.
"Good, you are shaved," Paul said with a flat tone.
Agne blushed. She was told she needed to shave, and yet that comment made her feel an intense twang of embarrassment.
"I need to do an internal exam. It's procedure."
This caught Agne by surprise and her look must have been obvious.
"Some people disguise pleasure-inducing devices internally, to muffle the pain," he shrugged. It was clear what he thought of that.
"I'll be gentle. Please bend over."
Agne was mortified. Claire had not prepared her for this. Were all patients being internally searched?
