The discovery of the buried and hidden cities and artifacts from the ancient sunken continent of Lemuria marked a sea change in 21st century science, history, and civilization. Expeditions into the Antarctic wastes, the undersea ruins, and the massive pockets of air hidden deep in the earth where the advanced, pre-human civilization retreated to (before vanishing entirely) have only just started--but already they have yielded bizarre and disturbing relics, objects of an advanced, inhuman technology, and copious pictograms and wall carvings and documents depicting a society with intense sexual and social domination. As the world tries to cope with, and understand these new discoveries, the cultural norms and behaviors have begun to shift rapidly towards what it appears Earth's first intelligent inhabitants (who for the most part appear very much like humans) engaged in.
This is nothing to say of the sometimes disturbing finds that the barest exploration into these newly uncovered realms have brought back.
Editor's Note: The first part got cut off before the very end and my TO BE CONTINUED. Sorry about that. I didn't catch it.
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Another laugh, another stroke.
POW! I gasp--the hot-water sensitized skin blazes under her stroke. I hear her inhale--an Mhhmm--hmmm--sound of pleasure. OH! The sharp pain.
POW! POW! SPLAT! SMACK!!
I gasp. Somehow I hold position. Her looking down at me helps me submit to the humiliating thrust she made me do. OW! OWWW!! The blazing pain scatters my thoughts--oh--OWW!
"Ohh--" her voice is just a touch husky. "We're going to do this more often, Little-Slave! I like spanking you!"
POW! POW! POW! I actually cry out at the last. No more silent gasps. The spank is too hot--too sharp. How long will this go on? The embers of panic start to rise in me. Tears sting my eyes--hot star-bursts of pain in my buttocks.
POW! POW! POWW! I loose a yelp--mortifying. I hear her snicker. POW!!! An even harder one! She was going easy on me! Ohh!! SHIT!! I cry out again--and she's rubbing now. I burst into tears.
We cuddled for several minutes, both naked, me sobbing softly in her lap, leaking lubrication into the towel. She kissed me a few times.
Now I'm kneeling by the door to my Domina's apartment, awaiting her return. I still feel the afterglow of the spanking--a 'hand spanking'--but on my wet, sensitized buttocks, it seemed so much worse. I'm still, thoughts racing.
I can't take this--I shouldn't have done this. It's worse than I thought. All of this flitters away with Mistress Christina appearing in the hall.
END Pt. 01
The Corrections Kennels -- Cassandra
Cassandra was still a broiling ball of pain and discomfort. She had been returned to the 'kennels' in a kind of wheelchair that seemed like an oversized baby stroller. Her knees spread, she sat, wrists and ankles restrained against the padded seat. She wore nothing but the stupid, humiliating diaper as the slave girl wheeled her across the campus, students looking at the wretched girl being pushed along.
The stroller has a bright orange "Corrections" banner on it, so everyone knows what it's being used for. Cassandra cried, thickly, all the way back.
Under the diaper her buttocks are swollen and crossed with small welts or blisters. Her thighs as well--if they touch? Pain! They are spread though so there's little chance of that. Her clit is a blazing star of a welt and the rest of her pussy is thick and sore and itching badly. She moaned and sobbed and squirmed as much as she could, desperate for even a particle--a tea-spoon--of relief.
She didn't get it.
Now, hours later she lays, face down, on one of the Kennel's 'recovery beds.' The diaper is a little wet from her leakage (both lubrication and pee) and adds to the humiliating discomfort. Other corrections girls--and a couple of boys are being returned.
Most walk--or at least waddle--some are wheeled in, similarly a wreck. The boy she saw is brought in naked, still erect. She looks at his stiffened purple cock jutting up. His swollen testicles bulged between his thighs. He looked wrung out.
The attendants cuffed his arms to one of the recovery beds and locked his feet into spread stirrups. He moaned, now exposed, his cock sticking up, purple and shiny with pre-cum.One of the girls wiped it carefully and gently with a baby wipe and he moaned when she stopped, needing the continued attention. The attendants giggled at that.
They brought Cassandra two pills and a small glass of water. She took them, and the girl placed a nozzle near her face going to a water-filled bladder.
"Go ahead and suck on that," she'd said. "I want it all gone by night time--okay? Hydrate."
Cassandra had moaned softly.
"If there's any left, there'll be a little punishment, honey," she'd said. Cassandra had whimpered. She sucked on the water. When she'd asked to go to the bathroom, later, the girl had patted her diaper. "Use that, honey," she'd said.
After a while, her urethra itching from the blue paint, burning from the kiss of the brush, she had.
The tablets helped, and she slept.
She was awakened by one of the attendants changing her diaper--she was dreaming. The dream felt odd--and she remembered it clearly even coming out of sleep. It was a nightmare--expected in a place like this, surely.
In the dream she was back on the 'spanking hoop', naked and stretched out. In it she wore a metal band on her head, a strange bone-ceramic bra that seemed to cup and seal to her breasts. And, worst of all, a metallic "thong" chastity belt with rounded prods in her anus and vagina.
It also sealed and it didn't hurt exactly--none of it hurt or bit into the skin--but it sealed there--and under the metal surfaces were small constant itches--discomforts to remind her they were there and she was helpless to address them.
In the dream she felt horribly vulnerable, exposed to the masses--and although there were rows of the hoops and girls and boys suffering in them, she felt like she was the center of dreadful attention.
Strange people in brightly colored clothes watched her from a stone causeway, appreciating her squirming and shifting. They were pleased by her discomfort and her humiliation. That was bad--the fishbowl feeling--the awful seal of the metal, a constant mild punishment and the abject removal of her ability to address her own body.
Worse, though was the Thing at the top of the stepped pyramid. She didn't want to look at it and she didn't. When she did, it was like at the top was a huge "blind spot" where the sky and the stones came together, cutting out a sphere dozens of yards across. Whatever was there, she couldn't see it.
Looking at it made her afraid--she felt the impossible space staring back into her.
Around the 'blind spot' were a corona of tendrils. They were translucent greenish and Stygian colors--both impossibly dark and impossibly saturated. Her mind couldn't grasp them. The tendrils flowed and waved and once in a while--once in a while a tendril from the "cloud" snapped out to touch one of the subjects in their hoop!
She heard a boy squeal when it tapped him between his anus and scrotum. He bucked, and she could see his anus dilate to the size of a big man's closed fist. He thrashed in the restraints, his scrotum swollen as well, purple veins standing out and creeping along it. It had to be growing to as large as a basketball. His cock pulsed little spurts of fluid. He screamed and thrashed.
The tendril moved and then in a second, horrible flex, pushed into the boy's open anus. She saw his entire body clench and thrust and fight. The touch had to be awful. His stomach flexed as he pushed out as hard as he could, trying to expel the tentacle.
Gasping sobs and he collapsed, whimpering, the tendril snaking back.
She had to hold out: she had to keep some composure--or else the Terrible Thing's touch would come for HER.
It was from this nightmare that she was awakened by the aide replacing her wet diaper with a thick dry one, fastening it at the hips after spreading some powder over her region. The paint had dried and the attendant had told another girl that her region would be colored dimly for several weeks: a reminder of her punishment.
