This is 100% fantasy.
In real life we should never be cruel or disrespectful towards anyone, especially if they are vulnerable in any way.
Loving, consensual sex is wonderful.
Coercive or non-consensual sex is illegal and harmful.
It shouldn't be so, but reading about such things can be erotic. That isn't to condone them or to encourage anyone to act in a similar fashion.
The characters in my stories are all over 18 and the settings are 100% fictional.
Mothers, wives, partners, girlfriends, daughters - all females - should always be treated with respect and kindness.
Marianna trains to be a Handmaiden
Non-consensual sex
Humiliation
Pain
Caning
Semen
Creampies
Rough handling
Feminine Hygiene
Masturbation
Nudity
Soreness
Pubic hair
Marianna was just four days past her 18th birthday when she underwent her Statutory Consummation (SC). A more humiliating experience would be hard to imagine. She was deflowered in the customary, brutal, way, with the two witnesses needed present in the Consummation Cubicle, and with who knows how many others able to watch on screens from the viewing booths. As Jo, the State Registered Consummator from the Department for Women, finished with her, an official took a high vaginal swab, which he then tested for the presence of semen. The SC was duly certified and she was left there, bent over and secured to a leather-topped bench - very similar to those used by gymnasts - with her legs spread wide for the enjoyment of the two male witnesses, her father and uncle. The thought of them seeing her like that, and having to be fucked by them, filled Marianna with shame.
Twenty minutes later, when they had done their lecherous worst, Marianna was collected by another official and taken to a room marked 'Recovery' just a few steps along corridor. Inside were several other girls her own age, all of them naked, and all of them sobbing from their ordeal. The official handed each of them a small packet of wipes and told them to clean up. "I'll check back in ten minutes and if I find a drop of spunk you'll be for it," he said menacingly.
Still in tears the girls started to wipe themselves. Some of them had semen running down their legs, some had it on their breasts, in their hair, and elsewhere. Two were bleeding slightly and must have suffered vaginal tears, which Marianne had heard was quite a common occurrence.
Marianna was one of the lucky ones. Jo, and the others had ejaculated while their cocks were deep inside her, so at least it wasn't in her hair or over her face. The only problem was it kept leaking out from her vagina. Just when she thought she'd removed it all she'd begin to feel sticky again and had to start all over again.
Marianna did her best and hoped it was enough. The official returned a little later than he'd said, wearing a broad smile. "Ladies," he said. "Let me take a look at you."
"My goodness," he added, "It smells like a brothel in here. Now bend over, legs wide apart, and I'll see how well you've done."
He chose Marianna first, stuck a finger roughly inside her vagina, sniffed it, wiped it on her back, and told her to stand. Then, he checked her hair, breasts, belly and legs, before barking, "OK.. pass."
The same pattern was repeated three more times; but the next young woman was not so lucky. When the official withdrew his finger from inside her, he said immediately that she still stunk of semen. "Stand over there," he ordered, pointing to a corner of the room opposite. "I'll come back to you later young woman. You'll have a very sore bottom tonight."
The last girls passed and the official turned his attention back to the girl in the corner. "Don't move," he instructed her, before leaving the room. A short time later he returned carrying a formidable looking cane.
"Touch your toes," the official told the girl. When she hesitated a moment he struck her sharply across her breasts. She yelped with pain and immediately did as she'd been told.
"Six," the official told her, as he flexed the cane between his hands. A moment later he delivered the first stroke with such force and precision that we all gasped. A deep red mark instantly appeared across the girl's buttocks.
"Say after me... I... must... keep... my... cunt... clean." The six strokes of the cane were administered in rapid succession. Each of them struck exactly parallel to the first, creating a band of pain no more than 3 inches wide. From the bulge in his trousers he was clearly aroused.
"Get up," the official commanded, adjusting himself for comfort. "Everyone... follow me."
He led us out, along a maze of corridors, up some stairs and into a room with six beds. "This is where you'll be sleeping tonight. Tomorrow you'll be going to the Handmaiden's School."
One of the girls asked bravely "Where are our clothes?"
"You won't be needing any. Saves time that way."
The girls were all exhausted; too tired and shocked to speak. They each chose a bed and laid down on it. The girl who'd been caned cried softly until she slept. The rest stayed silent, dreading what lay ahead.
The next day they were woken at 5.00 am. Marianna had slept better than expected but her nipples were sore from the roughness of the heavy wool blanket; there were no sheets and she invariably laid on her back.
They were immediately escorted to what appeared to be a very large wet room, and hosed down with freezing cold water, by a sadistic man in wetsuit. There were six of them; Marianna, Lily, Harriet, Greta, Josie, and Laura. It was Laura who'd been caned the day before. The tender, white, skin on her bottom was red and bruised, with each stripe raised and inflamed. Poor Laura; it wasn't as if they weren't all suffering but after being caned so brutally she must have been in agony.
They all shivered as they dried themselves. The rough towels provided made Marianna's nipples even more sore. Under constant supervision from a uniformed guard they felt less than human. It was plain to see that he was aroused. The shape of his erect penis was clearly visible under his wetsuit.
Next they were taken for some breakfast. Laura tried to sit but it was too painful. There wasn't much to eat but they were all hungry, having had very little the day before.
As they finished another Guard joined them. From the look of his uniform he was superior to the first.
"Ladies," he said, "you are going to be with us for a week. By the end of that time you will have learned everything you need to know about your duties as a Handmaiden."
He continued. "I say 'Handmaiden' because that is the term used in the legislation. You will actually be known as house-girls, or house-maidens - after you've been trained you'll be assigned to the household of an important Government official."
They all gasped. Lily, the bravest of them, the one who'd asked about clothing, enquired, "How long for?'
"Until your 19th birthday. Then you'll be auctioned for marriage... if you are considered suitable. If not," he paused before adding, ominously, "... well we won't talk about that now."
He then ordered them to stand in a line facing him. His eyes focused on their lower region, as he walked to and fro in front of them. "Pubic hair," he said. 'It's not to be shaved, but it mustn't be too bushy either. "
Standing directly in front of Josie he pulled at a tuft of her pubic hair. "Look," he said, "far too thick. You will all need the barber."
With that they were taken to another room and told to wait. After a few minutes a man walked in and looked the them up and down. "Hmm,' he said, "there's some work for me here. Far too much pussy hair... it must always be possible to see the crease of your cunt." He gestured towards a chair, similar to the kind used for gynaecological examinations, with leg supports. "You," he said, singling out Greta, whose pubic hair was the densest of all, "Get in the chair and spread your legs, wide."
A moment later, he picked up some clippers and set to work. Poor Greta looked terrified, but it was done in no time at all. One by one the unfortunate young girls were subjected to the same. When it came to Marianna however, he barely removed any hair at all. "Perfect. Keep it like that,"he said as he swept up a large clump of different coloured pubic hairs that had fallen under the chair.
The girls were then led to a room resembling a classroom from their school days, except that there were no desks, just chairs. There was a large whiteboard, and anatomical diagrams of male and female genitalia. To the right of the board there was a raised platform topped by a large mattress; to the left, a bench very similar to the one over which Marianna had had her SC performed he previous day. On one wall was a large glass-fronted cabinet, inside which was a set of different-sized silicon or rubber penises, and an array of metal instruments resembling those doctors use to examine female parts.
As if that weren't enough to make them fearful of what might follow, on top of a table, in front of the whiteboard, there was another scary looking cane.
After a few moments a man joined them. He was about 40 years of age, and introduced himself as their tutor for the next few days.
'Now," he said, "You have a lot to learn this week. We'll be starting with bodies. Male and female. Penises, testicles, vulvas, vaginas... and so on. Then we'll cover foreplay. Oral sex. Masturbation. Pleasuring. Penetrative sex. Sex positions. Good hygiene and other matters".
