"Rise and shine! Today is your big day, Jason. Just a few hours until you feel nothing but a world of pain," said Mendez gleefully, as she flicked on the lights. "There are some people in the prep room eagerly awaiting your presence." She unlocked my wrists and ankles from where they were attached to the cot and had me stand up. My wrists were recuffed behind my back and my ankles were reshackled with the 20 cm length of chain. "Come on." I was led out of the cell by her firm grip on my upper arm, toward the door labeled 'Prep Room.' I could see there was a light on in there. Mendez pulled open the door, revealing a room full of clothed people, who immediately all turned in our direction. Apparently they had all entered earlier through another door. Mendez tried to pull me in by grabbing my arm, but my legs would not move out of a combination of fear and shame at my complete nakedness. "Get. In. There. Now!" she said, as she shoved my and dragged me through the threshold. I reluctantly shuffled, fully exposed, with no way to cover my sex organs and buttocks, into a room with no fewer than ten fully dressed women.
As my eyes adjusted to the bright lighting, I could see a fairly large room that was tiled on the floor and walls with large, mint green, institutional tile. It had drains in the floor in several areas, as if the whole room was a huge shower. There was a medical exam table, a small metal cart with drawers, and a hose attached to the wall. There were also chains with carabiner clips hanging from the ceiling, and also a few eyebolts embedded in the floor.
As for the people, I recognized most of them... the Warden Kelly and my lawyer stood together in their business attire. Of course Mendez brought me in. My rapist guard Carla was there, and she grabbed my other arm as the two sadistic guards nearly dragged me into the room. There were three folding chairs along one wall holding Jennifer and her two daughters in jeans and casual tops. As soon as they saw me being led in stark naked against my will, these three witches all beamed with delight. I now loathed these three women and there was nothing I could do to prevent them from enjoying my humiliating nudity and upcoming painful punishment. I nearly wept with the frustration.
The people I did not recognize were two medical personnel in scrubs with masks covering their faces, obscuring their identity. There was also another female guard with a tiny handheld video camera filming me as I was brought to the center of the room! I was told to stand still. I was facing my three neighbors who had filmed me masturbating and had pressed charges.
The warden spoke up. "Good morning, folks. Now that we have our prisoner here, allow me to introduce everyone." She then went around the room giving introductions. They were obviously for everyone else, as she did not once even look at me. It was as if I was a piece of furniture in the room. She explained that Jennifer, Jessica, and Jordan had elected to exercise their full rights under the Victims' Rights Act, and would like to observe the entire day of my punishment, including the preparations. She congratulated them on their "courage" to "stand up against sexual violence." She also said something about how she hoped that witnessing my suffering and humiliation might "help them to heal."
Oh they were such the victims here!!
She then moved on. "So today we have a very unusual punishment to execute. In her wisdom, Judge Barnes has sentenced the criminal sex offender Jason _____ to an unprecedented, but, I believe, completely warranted level of painful corporal punishment. As you all know, he will be both caned and whipped, with the impacts being distributed upon his buttocks, torso, and even the genitals. So that is why he is here in a complete state of nudity, as opposed to the usual gown or scrub pants.
It is our experience that, since the level of torment he will experience will basically cause all of the pain centers in his brain to fire at once, other parts can cease to function. Recipients of such excruciating punishments will often lose control of their bowel and bladder functions. Since this would result in the punishment needing to be postponed, our medical team will first perform a full bowel clean out with cold, detergent water enemas.
Guards, please prepare the prisoner." She then turned to Jennifer and her daughters. "Ladies, this may be unpleasant to watch and may result in some foul odors. Feel free to leave if you become nauseated." None of them budged.
Not wasting a second, Mendez and Carla shoved me toward a small, 1.5 meter deep alcove next to the hose. At waist level, crossing the entrance to the alcove, was a 4cm thick cast iron rod, securely attached to the walls. I was pushed up to the rod, so that it was pressed up against my pelvis, just above my genitals. Carla removed the chain connecting my ankles and told me to spread my legs. I complied.
"Farther," she said. I kept spreading my legs until she told me to stop. They were now a good meter apart. She reattached my ankle cuffs to two of the eyebolts in the floor. Next, without warning, Mendez shoved me in my upper back, causing me to fall forward over the metal rod. She then scooted under the rod and uncuffed my wrists briefly before reattaching them to another eyebolt in the floor in front of my head. The eyebolt connecting my wrists to the floor was a bit too far in front of my head, so now my feet were pulled slightly off the floor. I was basically draped over the cast iron bar, with it supporting all of my weight. The whole process also resulted in my hairless asshole being spread about as wide as possible and pointed directly toward the roomful of observers. They were also looking at the back of my long, smooth scrotum, embarrassingly hanging in full view. The guard with the video moved in to get some footage of my contorted body, including a few seconds of closeups of my obscenely exposed anus and balls. (Later, much later, when I watched the tapes, I noticed my anus rapidly opening and closing reflexively in fear. Jessica pointed this out and laughed. I had not noticed at the time.)
The guards stepped away and the two medics came forward. I could see some of what they were doing because my head was upside down and I was looking through my widely splayed legs. One of them had a huge, squarish, translucent plastic enema bag that looked like it could hold about 15 to 20 liters of liquid. She placed it on the floor between my legs. She then took a 500mL bottle labeled 'liquid castile detergent,' and squirted the entire contents into the enema bag. As she turned the hose on and filled the bag with cold water, the warden explained, "The detergent and cold water not only directly wash out the colon, they also cause severe spasming of the gut, which results in further expulsion of colonic contents. We really don't want feces contaminating the wounds or the punishment auditorium."
The medic added, "Of course we would never use water this cold on a regular hospital patient due to the horrible cramping."
So again I was reduced to subhuman status, not deserving of even a shred of kindness.
After the bag was mostly filled with water and suds, she pulled an autoclave bag out of the drawer. Whatever was in this small bag was reusable medical equipment that had been through sterile processing. It was a large black object that she attached to a 2 meter length of hose. The other end of the hose was basically a screw-on lid that she used to cap off the enema bag. I could now see that the black object was a 25 cm long by 3-4 cm diameter, hard, black, plastic, dildo-like nozzle with a bulbous head slightly larger in diameter. Also attached to the base of the nozzle with a couple of feet of surgical tubing was a black squeeze bulb, like you see on a blood pressure cuff. It was obvious that this monster was to be inserted into the rectum of the criminal being forcibly cleaned out. I would soon learn that bulb would be used to inflate an air balloon at the base of the nozzle to keep it lodged firmly inside of my rectum. The medic coated the nozzle with a pitifully small amount of surgical lube. Since the device was reusable, I wondered how many other sad souls had had this nozzle put inside of their rectums.
I was given no warning before she firmly jammed the bulbous end of the nozzle against my anus. There was no slow, gentle easing. She just started to roughly shove it right in. The anal stretching really stung.
"Owwwwwch! Noooo." My asshole valiantly tried to defend against the intruder by clamping shut. "It won't fit!" I shouted.
"Relax! It is going in whether you want it to or not!" the medic commanded, without hesitating her efforts to pop the head of the intruder past my sphincter.
She twisted and pushed for about thirty seconds, with me whining and protesting the whole time, before my balloon knot suddenly gave way to the enormous bulb. She continued working the entire monster into my bowel.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. OWWWWWWWW... Please. It burns so bad," I said, as politely as possible, not wishing to anger my torturer. Of course, I was ignored. The stinging and burning in my anus was horrible as the remaining dry shaft was forced inside my stretched hole. Once it was in all the way, she started squeezing the attached bulb quickly and repeatedly, like she was going to take my rectal blood pressure.
"The internal retention balloon expands to about 12-16 cm in diameter," she explained to the group as she continued squeezing. "Once again, we would never use a balloon this enormous with regular patients, but we need to make sure it does not dislodge when giving an enema of this volume. And of course this is a convicted criminal, so we are not worrying about comfort."
When she was finished inflating the balloon, it felt as though I had to take the biggest shit of my life, but of course it was not happening. I struggled and thrashed for a second against my chains in an involuntary attempt to get to a toilet, until I realized that neither I nor the nozzle were going anywhere. My sudden struggles caused Jordan to let out a little scared shriek.
