This story is entirely fictional and is intended as a fantasy in the world of female domination and male submission. It involves tease and denial with the use of a male chastity device, cuckoldry and corporal punishment. No part of this story is written to suggest such lifestyles were realistic or believable. The characters, named and unnamed, are not based on any living or deceased persons. All locations, whether named or otherwise, in this story, including the nation of Siskovia Province, are also fictitious and any similarities to any that exist anywhere, are coincidental. If you are not interested in fiction in which males, whether willingly or forced, submit to dominant females, or find such subjects objectionable and in opposition to your own preferences, I would strongly suggest you exercise your right not to read any further.
Chapter 13
Day 368 -- 371 -- Tuesday 2nd August -- Friday 5th August 2016
The small window high up on the wall of my cell was beginning to allow some light in, an indication that dawn was approaching. I was lying, wide awake, on a lumpy mattress alone in my cell when I should have been enjoying the start of my new found freedom, curled up in a comfortable bed. I couldn't get out of my head the stupidity of accepting that gamble made by Madam Popescu. Ok, had I won, I would have gone home three weeks early. But I didn't win, I never win anything here, and I ended up with this ridiculous extra six months in Casavana.
My bottom was still swollen and throbbing with the pain those sixty strokes I'd received yesterday had left me with. I couldn't get into a comfortable position, I was told to lay on my front, but couldn't stay like that, so, as I moved around, the slightest scrape of my heavily bruised buttocks on the harsh mattress was agony. No matter which way I turned, I found no easy resting position.
And today, I had to look forward to the first of four days of hard labour carrying single bricks from one pile, the length of the yard, to build another. I felt depressed and alone, with nothing to brighten my thoughts for the long hard, boring day ahead. Then I heard movement outside my cell; the time had arrived for the guard to bring my breakfast. Normally I jumped quickly off the bed to kneel with my face looking downward and my hands behind my back, but today, I felt no enthusiasm to be quick to get down, why should I? I was exempt from any corporal punishment for sixty days because of the caning, and I was about to do four days hard labour anyway, so what else could they do to me. Three sharp bangs on the cell door warned me someone was about to enter, so I carefully climbed off the bed in my own time and got down onto the floor, the hard stone harsh against my bare knees. As the cell door opened, I was only just putting my hands behind my back and looking down.
"You are late," Madam Izabela said, sternly.
According to the rules, I didn't answer, it wasn't a question.
"Get up," she ordered.
I stood up taking care not to stretch the tender flesh of my bottom. She walked around me to inspect the damage, poking my buttocks with her fingers presumably to check the state of my flesh.
"It needs more treatment, wait there while I bring in some antiseptic to put on." She disappeared out of the cell returning almost immediately with her small first aid bag.
I was ordered to lay face down on the mattress while Izabela patted some sort of gel onto my wounds. I clenched my buttocks and gripped the pillow on my bed as the agonising burning sensation stabbed into the battered flesh of my bottom.
Izabela laughed at my reaction. "It is good to see how much pain you feel from this treatment. It will do you good, stop infection and make your wounds clear so you are ready for my strap when Madam Popescu says it is time."
I lay there trying to fight my way through the burning sensation that wasn't going away, until she moved on to adding some cool cream to my buttocks. At least that eased the pain which didn't please the sadistic guard too much as she slapped some more on with a heavy hand.
"Right, that will do for today. I will bring your breakfast in, but you must eat standing, and have no shower today so the cream stays on. You have twenty minutes and then you go up to the yard for your hard labour to begin."
For the next four days, I trudged up and down the yard naked, carrying brick after brick after brick backwards and forwards. I was given a two minute break every hour for water, and a ten minute break for something to eat after each hundred bricks. At the end of each day, which only arrived when I'd carried the one hundred bricks four times, I was escorted back to my cell and given a larger than normal meal and left until the next morning.
Having started work each day at around six thirty, I worked in the yard until almost midnight. By the end of the fourth day, not only was my bottom still giving pain, my back, legs, arms and hands ached, and my mind was numb with boredom. These women certainly knew how to punish a man, and all because I had admitted to masturbating once, twelve months earlier.
Day 386 -- Saturday 20th August 2016
"Stand up, prisoner," Madam Gabriela ordered when she brought my lunch. "Your medical visit is this afternoon."
I looked at her, suddenly interested in this information. It seemed like ages since I had seen Dr Petran ... if that was who I was to see. She came close to me, close enough for me to smell her lovely fragrance and feel her cool, soft breath on my face as she spoke. Despite my depression, and my dislike of the woman, I felt arousal developing in my loins.
"I warn you, prisoner, to make no unfounded allegations to her about your treatment from the guards in here. You will tell her nothing more than medical facts and accept any examination she gives you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Madam Gabriela," I answered weakly.
"Tell her the truth that we treat you well."
I looked quizzically at her, it wasn't so much that she actually wanted me to lie about their treatment of me, but I actually sensed her fear of what I might say. From past experience, Dr Petran seemed to have the measure of Gabriela and the other guards.
"You have a problem, prisoner?" she asked, picking up on my questioning look.
"No, Madam Gabriela," I said.
Her hand slinked around my hardening penis and a feeling of pleasure flowed through me, oh, it felt so good to be touched.
"If you are transferred to the men's wing in Casavana for the last five months of your sentence, you will not feel a nice hand touch you like this. Instead you will feel a man's cock up your ass or shoved in your mouth. Would you like that instead?"
Her face was so close to me now, and I felt my legs shaking as she gently stroked my penis sending delicious pleasure through my body. "No, Madam Gabriela."
"Good, so remember what I say about telling the truth." She let go of me abruptly. "You will be taken to the doctor in half an hour." She turned away and left me.
It was more like two hours before Tilly and Justyna came into my cell, took off my ankle chain and ordered me to put on an oversized orange jacket and undersized pair of orange trousers. My arms were pulled behind my back and my wrists cuffed together before leading me out of my cell. The clothing was the first I'd worn since March before the weather rose to an acceptable level for me to work outside, naked. The temperature was in the low thirties at the moment, so wearing clothes in this heat, even humiliatingly odd sized ones such as these, felt very strange, but very welcome.
I was taken to the main building where the admin staff worked, and also where Madam Popescu's office, or courtroom, was. Tilly, wearing her usual sexy guard uniform, and Justyna, wearing her even sexier leggings and short T-shirt, took me into a medical area and told me to sit beside a desk. A few moments later, a tall woman with blonde hair and wearing a long white coat breezed into the room, nodding to the guards and looking warmly at me.
"David, it is a while since I last saw you," she said, pleasantly.
"Yes, Doctor Petran," I answered, conscious of the two guards looking on.
"I think I have told you before, call me Mariana or Doctor Mariana if it makes you feel more comfortable," she said, boldly, understanding I was fearful of my captors. She looked at the pair. "You may leave us." Her words were spoken abruptly.
The guards looked at each other and left the room, closing the door behind them.
