Public Slut 551544 ~ Level Five
by
Karen Anne Summerfield
Writing as
Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire
© March 2002
"The convicted will rise for the court to impose sentence." The amazons on each side of me lifted me to my feet when the clamps that had been holding me in a kneeling posture before the judge opened. They continued to hold me.
"The convicted is sentenced by this court to a period of not less than eighteen months as a Public Slut - Level Five," he said without emotion in his voice. Had I not been gagged, I'd have screamed at the horror of such a harsh punishment. To be punished, as a Public Slut was bad enough, but to impose that I serve it at Level Five was unthinkable
My guards carried me from the court to the holding kennel where the shift covering me was stripped off and I was stuffed into one of the small cages. I was unlucky, or had it been deliberate, to be locked in one on the bottom of the five rows of stacked cages.
They extracted a girl from her cage, put the same gray shift on her and carried her from the kennel.
*****
The size of the preparation room surprised me after being kept so long in the padded isolation cell while the piercings and implants in my body healed completely. It was tiny. Though I had been denied any knowledge of time, they had to have kept me in there for months.
"Public Slut 551544, enter the chamber!" It was the first time I had heard a human voice since being anesthetized. I meekly obeyed.
The shiny white tiles and bright lights, though stark, were at least different than the gray rubber padded walls of the cell I'd become accustomed to. I didn't need to be told to raise my arms and position my wrists in the open clamps or spread my ankles wide for those designed to hold them securely. The clamps snapped closed.
The attendant grinned at me. "Have you been enjoying yourself, so far, honey?" No answer was required, in fact, I was forbidden from speaking until the completion of my sentence. She began to liberally coat the obscenely large breasts that hung heavily from my chest.
"Did you enjoy playing with them in your little room?" she mocked. Once the shock of having such obvious displays of femininity permanently growing from my once flat torso had worn off, I had explored them and the sensitive, thumb-sized nipple at the apex of each, despite the two thick rings piercing the flesh there. She went behind to apply the thick, sticky substance to the round jiggling masses on each side of the steel band separating them.
Being locked in a chastity belt denied me any sexual satisfaction. At times, I was so in need that I thought I was going completely crazy. I had seen and even used the Public Sluts before, but I had never dreamed of becoming one.
She covered my eyes with individual, clear domes that remained stuck in place after she had finished.
"Open and hold this with your teeth. Don't loose it!" The mouthpiece was connected to a hose. "Breathe through your mouth like a good little girl." She watched to assure I did then left the chamber.
I felt rather than heard the door close by the slight compression when it was sealed.
Not knowing what to expect, I didn't have long to wait before the chamber began to quickly flood with a viscous blue fluid and my skin began to grow numb as it quickly rose up my legs. My ass did not numb nor did my breasts when the fluid submerged them; probably because of the coating that had been applied there. The chamber continued to flood until I was completely submersed in the numbing substance, but the pumps did not stop. They began to pummel my flesh with powerful jets.
Once the fluid had drained, I was blasted with streams of air, but my desensitized skin could no longer judge it's temperature. It must have been at least warm to dry me so quickly. When the cloud of white powder filled the enclosure, I quickly closed my eyes to protect them, forgetting that the goggles were still fixed in place as I could no longer feel them.
I didn't feel the pressure change when the attendant entered again. The first time I was aware of her was when she removed the domes.
"Open and release the mouth piece, slut." She smiled, "Did you enjoy your last bath for a while?"
There was no information I'd ever seen describing how a Public Slut was prepared or how they came to be one in the first place. As they can't speak, no one in public had ever talked with a Public Slut and no one I knew had any more information. Society simply was kept ignorant of all knowledge regarding them. I was learning the answers.
"Open again, slut." She held up a rubber and steel contraption destined for my mouth. I saw little choice offered to me, but to obey. Before beginning to insert it, my mouth was liberally sprayed and I could feel it quickly go numb too. The spray also coated deep into my throat.
My tormentor poked, pulled and pushed for some time with my limp tongue. I could tell that the plastic rods through it that had been there since it was pierced were removed and the holes were filled by the projections on the underside of the gag. Once in place, a tool was inserted to attach large balls to their ends then the rubber plug was pushed in deep, jacking my jaws open and nearly dislocating it. I screamed; the numbing spray had no effect deep in my joints.
"Quiet, girl. Noise is a punishable offense." I felt the side projections pop through the large grommets that had been placed far back through my cheeks.
The rubber was stretched and worked to cover my teeth and my lips were pushed into the hollows of the Public Slut's, full red lips I was being given. Once fitted, the rods through my cheeks were twisted and I could partially close my mouth so I'd have a sexy pout, which was our trademark.
Attention was then turned to my ears. I never knew that the Sluts couldn't hear. When the soft rubber plugs were pushed deeply into my canals then expanded, everything went deadly silent. The twenty plastic rings that rimmed each of my lobes were cut and discarded. Using the same tool, the rod, which traversed the bridge of my nose and the two rings that had been in my septum, joined the others on the floor.
The holes did not remain empty long. Something long and bent was threaded to the one between my eyes. Pushing up with the heel of one hand until my nose could go no higher and I hurt from the pain, a tool was used in my nostrils to work the ends of this device into the upper most of the holes inside. I felt the snap when they mated and I still hurt considerably, even after her attention was directed elsewhere. The device pulled up on my nose - flattening it and faring my nostrils. I'd learn that the hurt I was feeling there would never go away.
With considerable effort, the thick rubber helmet was stretched and pulled over my head. It compressed my head as it was worked down. She paused long enough to fit my ears into the cavities provided then resumed until it encased my head and neck in it's glossy, tight embrace. For a moment, I couldn't breathe and tried not to panic. The woman said something, but I heard nothing. A quick poke popped the inserts deep into my nostrils and restored the flow of air, which I gasped into my lungs. The holes over my eyes were large. The eyes and area surrounding them are all one can see to indicate a low level Public Slut was really a person. As I'd been sentenced to serve my time at Level Five, much more of me was going to be exposed.
The matching suit was of the same shiny rubber as the helmet covering my head. After my ankles were released, I was surprised by how easily my dresser pulled it over my feet and up my legs. The white powder must have made my skin very slippery. Once my legs were encased to the top of my thighs, my ankles were again locked in the cuffs and the steel chastity belt was removed.
A closed tube was intended for my penis, before inserting it, she threaded the long tube of the catheter now residing in my bladder through a hole in tip of it. The suit had no provision to accommodate my balls; they were just compressed and flattened into the body cavities by the thick, tight rubber covering.
The soft rounded cheeks of my ass protruded out from the large, oval cutout. When my huge breasts were reached, each of them had to be worked through holes that were too small causing them to become throbbing, spherical orbs.
As expected, the tight sleeves ended in equally tight gloves that had long, curved feminine nails extending from the tips of each finger. Though I had ten fingers showing, the gloves were more like mittens as they were welded together preventing me from moving them independently. Even my thumbs had no separate movement from my hands.
With a firm grip on one of my plastic nipple rings, my goaler led me to another room where three others awaited my arrival. I was stopped before a large mirror and had my wrists again secured at shoulder level. This time my head was placed in a clamping device so I couldn't move it. I felt and watched the long corset placed around my torso. Two of them went to work on the back laces.
One of the women climbed up on a movable platform she had pushed before me. I closed my eyes when I saw the can of spray in her hand, which was exactly what she wanted - my eyes would be temporarily numbed. All Public Sluts have elaborately made up eyes. I, along with everyone else, had thought it was just makeup and had never guessed that the makeup was, in fact, tattooed.
Once I finished my eighteen-month sentence, I could simply have the rings removed from my flesh and the breasts I'd been given, surgically removed, but how was I ever going to rid myself of tattooed eye makeup? Things were going to become far worse for me. I did not know I was totally and permanently bald as a result of the 'bath' in the blue liquid I'd been give. My entire body was completely hairless and would stay that way until I died.
I could feel my chest and waist begin to shrink and this soon became extremely painful. I think I passed out when several ribs cracked.
When I finally came around, they were finished with the corset and feeling was returning to my eyes. My skin was totally numb everywhere else. I found that I had long thick eyelashes surrounding my eyes when I opened them.
Two attendants had knelt to fit my boots, another was sorting hardware on a table and Miss Tattoo Artist was placing rings through the rubber and my ears inside. I hurt all over, but especially my chest. I was going to hurt a lot more and very soon!
The boots looked like very high-heeled platform boots. When my left foot was inserted, it had to be bent in an extreme arch to be forced in. My foot was going to be like a ballerina's and, despite the outer appearance; I would be on my toes! They placed the other boot on my right foot then fasted the steel bands at my ankles and tops of the boots, inside before lacing them up tightly to my knees. I could just barely stand and my feet hurt!
Even though my suit constricted my breasts; that wasn't enough for them. The bra I was destined to wear was a band of polished steel about two inches wide and only four inches in diameter for each of my breasts. They had to pull hard on my nipple rings in order to force each of them through, so the band would lay tightly against my chest. As this was tightened, my already restricted breathing was further reduced.
The bra had steel shoulder straps, to assure it stayed in place, which crossed in back and fastened to the chest band there. They were not finished with torturing my beasts. Like the other rings, the temporary plastic ones were cut and discarded so the nipple-stretching cages could be installed. These are cones formed from two steel rings held apart with four rods about three inches long, the large base ring pressed against my aureole then a ring, three inches across, was passed from side to side through the piercing there. My nipples were gripped with forceps and pulled painfully out through the outer ring so another ring could be installed to keep them stretched. A few links with a large silver bell free to swing at the end hung from this ring.
All Public Sluts wear bells, which announced our presence wherever we went. Once my head cage was fitted, I'd have them hanging from my ears on large rings too. The tattoo girl had remained on the platform and after sealing the flap around my rubber lips to the inside of the tight, black helmet then doing the same to seal the high neck of the suit to the helmet's neck, she began to place the head cage and breathing mask.
This was like a gas mask in front with domed eye covers that were deep enough to accommodate the eyelashes, over two inches long, that surrounded my eyes. The girl liberally coated the rubber surfaces with the glue then lifted it to my helmeted head. Before pressing it into place, my nose ring was attached to the fitting inside. While the glue still permitted, the mask was carefully positioned then held in place until it was permanently bonded about a minute later.
My head and neck were released from the clamp then she lowered the rear half into place and swung the side bands about my face. Another fastened the flanges behind.
For Public Sluts to be controlled while they did what they were supposed to, there is a folding handle on each side of the head cage and a mechanism, which are connected to the rods extending from the gag in their mouths and through the cheeks, helmet and steel side band of head cage. When first moved down to the horizontal, working position, the Public Slut has her rubber filled mouth as far open as possible. By twisting the grips, her mouth is proportionally closed to accommodate whatever sized object has been inserted. The man then uses the handles to move the slut's head back and forth until he's satisfied. Once he lets go, the handles snap back up into the non-working position.
She tested that everything was working on me as designed. Satisfied, the tattooist climbed off the low platform and pushed it away.
While she had been working on my head, two had fitted the new chastity belt and the third had locked the Spanish Trapezoid to my legs.
The trapezoid is a set of steel cuffs about the Slut's ankles and another set held up by steel bars below her knees (In my case at the tops of my boots.) Each pair of cuffs has a spreader bar with swivel ends. The ankle one is sixteen inches long and the top one ten inches.
The chastity belt was quite a bit heavier than the one I had worn in my cell. The waist belt compressed my waist still more than the corset already had. My rubber-encased penis was forced into a tight steel tube with the catheter hanging out from a small hole in the wide front shield. In order to get the belt closed, my cheeks had to be widely spread so the rear strap lay snugly against my tailbone.
The rear plug was huge. Despite how much it hurt, the three-inch diameter plug was inserted then fastened to the flange on my belt.
They released my wrists so my arms could be dealt with while one of them locked a long bag made of clear rubber between the cuffs on the inside on my left leg and inserted the top and bottom connectors to the fittings on the cuffs. My catheter was run down through a keeper on the thigh band and connected to the top fitting.
Tattoo girl connected the breathing hose on my left front cheek of the mask and ran the corrugated hose through the keepers on my shoulder strap, the rear of my bra, the waist belt and thigh band to connect to the fitting on my knee cuff. I'd never seen a Slut with such a breathing arrangement. The bag was going collect my urine, which was now draining, from my bladder. As I inhaled, a cloud of fine bubbles rose up from the bottom. The more the bag filled the greater effort was going to be required to breathe which my corset and very tight bra already had made difficult.
Bands about my upper arms were forced into place and locked with a few links to the sides of my steel bra. The spreader bar between my wrists was next. Chains already connected the cuffs to the waist belt and thigh bands of my chastity belt. My hands were at least two feet apart once they finished. I could not touch my throbbing breasts, either hand or extend my arms straight.
I screamed, despite the severe gag when the huge rings pierced my flesh through the bands about the bases of my distended breasts. There was nothing I could do to ease the intense pain. These newest additions were fully six inches in diameter and nearly one half inch thick.
Three of my tormentors used tools of various sizes to fuse all of the rings now in my body and others to fuse all of the joints in the assorted cuffs and other hardware, which had been placed on me. Without help, I'd never be able to remove any of it, even if given access to the appropriate tools.
Tattoo girl grinned and said something obviously funny to them. All appeared to be laughing about what they had done to me. She locked a chain leash to the ring on my breathing mask that was attached inside to my nose ring. Any motion of the leash was transmitted to my tortured nose. I was led from the chamber.
Even if my legs had not been fitted with the trapezoid, walking was both painful and extremely difficult in the boots I was wearing. Just standing still had not been easy. The spreader and drag of the heavy ball behind added up to make it nearly, but not impossible to follow the commanding leash.
I was horrified at what I saw in the next chamber. Next to the bondage frame in the center of it was a large brazier filled with red-hot coals and the handles radiating outward indicated my next fate. They were going to brand me! I was lucky to be spared most of the actual pain of the branding - I passed out when the fourth iron burnt away fresh on my right cheek. When I did come around, the mirrors clearly showed what had been done. In ugly red and black characters across my butt was 'SLUT 551544'. I was branded for life!
Very slowly, I was taken to an elevator then down several levels where a transport van was waiting. It was backed to a loading dock allowing me to be led into the back. Along one side were sealed doors to the compartments. My handler opened one of the solid steel doors.
After scanning me carefully, she adjusted the several sets of stocks inside to match my height. I was pushed inside, facing away from the opening. Half of the stocks were there with their matching pieces on the door. When the door had been closed, latched and I'm sure locked too; my neck, waist and forearms, knees and ankles held me. Only a very limited amount of movement of any part was possible - just a small fraction of an inch.
Vibrations signaled the engine had been started and then the vehicle was in motion. Before my face, a view screen came to life.
'Public Slut 551544 - Level 5
Guilty - Attempting to alter a Public Slut's punishment
Sentence - 18 months
2 infractions of Rules of Conduct
Oral noise - Additional sentence - 1 week
Oral noise - Additional sentence - 1 week
Sentence remaining - 18 months, 2 weeks
'Rules of Conduct for Public Sluts
1. No oral noise
2. No communication of any sort permitted
3. Entry of any building other than a designated service facility is prohibited
4. Obey all commands and instructions
5. Obey all laws
6. Proximity to another Public Slut of less than 10 feet is prohibited
7. Make no attempt to alter your attire
8. Make no attempt to conceal your attire
9. Offer no resistance
10. Offer no hesitation to obeying
11. Remain within the Public Slut zone of your city
The list repeated many times. A large-scale map of a city, which I did not recognize, followed it. Land marks, street names and designated service facilities were highlighted, as was the boundary of the designated Public Slut Zone. One at a time, the highlighted points flashed and were followed by videos of a Public Slut walking on the crowded sidewalk. She was only a Level One Slut with covered breasts, though her ass was still exposed. Ugly welts striped it. Her harness and other fittings were far less severe than those that had been applied to me.
Though her boots had extreme heels, they were not platform boots and she was not forced up on her toes either. As she was only fitted with an ankle spreader and not a trapezoid or a heavy ball, she could walk a little faster and lot easier then I'd ever be able to. I even found her undulating gait sexy and felt myself stir inside my chastity belt. It became uncomfortable very quickly when my member started to swell inside the steel tube surrounding it.
'SLUT VIOLATION!!' Flashed on the screen.
Sexual desires are prohibited!
Public Slut 551544 - Level 5
Sexual desires - Additional sentence - 10 strokes and 1 month additional
Sentence remaining - 19 months, 2 weeks'
The video resumed. I had always found the Sluts in my city attractive and frequently had been serviced by them; at least once a day, sometimes more than once a day. Now I was one! How many of the Sluts I'd used were men? Was the Slut on the screen actually a man and not the very attractive female she appeared to be?
I was in the crowded terminal of the airport when I was led from the van. I'm sure that the bells dancing about from my caged nipples and ears drew attention to my presence. Everyone stopped to turn and stare or gawk. The sight of a Public Slut being led by a handler was rare enough, but inside of a building was something most all had never seen.
My progress was extremely slow and painful, but the airplane I was placed on was almost done loading. An attractive, female flight attendant took control of my leash at the entrance to the jet way.
I'm sure I would have been just as startled, as the teenage boy appeared to be when the attendant placed me in the aisle seat next to him. No more restraint was placed on me than the snugged seat belt. After removing my leash, she left to attend to her other duties.
I guessed the boy was perhaps fourteen or fifteen and was having an animated conversation with the man seated by the window. So effective were the things in my ears that I was totally deaf. I didn't need to hear what was being said to be absolutely certain that I was the topic of their conversation.
Once we were airborne and the 'Fasten Seat Belt' lights had been extinguished, the man reached over and unbuckled mine. I obeyed when motioned to stand. His son got up next to me. Holding the spreader between my wrists, he forced me to sit where he had been then sat next to me.
The boy was going to be given the introductory lessons to Public Slut 101. I was the class exhibit that day.
Apparently, Daddy knew a lot about Public Sluts; a lot more then I had ever known before becoming one myself. He started his son's education by lowering the handles on either side of my head and twisting them to demonstrate how they controlled my mouth. It was certainly the first thing a guy needed to know if he ever used a Public Slut like me. He let the kid practice as much as he wanted to before moving down to lesson two: my large exposed breasts.
They still hurt on their own from what had been done to them, but they, of course, were ignorant of that. The father placed his son's hands on my naked flesh and with a wave of his hand apparently told him to go ahead and play.
The boy was exited, but gentle too. He explored my rings first. In response to him gripping, both bell chains, I turned in my seat to face him as best as I could. My fresh brand throbbed and the plug up my butt, which had expanded inside when I'd sat, was very uncomfortable. I desperately wanted it out.
For some time, the boy stared into my heavily made-up eyes behind the domes covering them. He continued to hold one of my chains as his other began to trace my helmet and head cage as well as feel every detail.
He conversed with is father and seemed to listen to what Dad said before either asking something else or resuming his investigation.
The flight was a long one and never did he tire of feeling me or talking about me. I was very thirsty and felt I needed service long before we landed.
No one was waiting to take control of me. I remembered I was not to be inside of a building and made my way outside as quickly as I could which wasn't very quick at all.
I knew that Public Sluts were permitted to use public transportation and was fortunate to find myself on the rail platform though I'd not intentionally exited there.
It did not take long for a train to deliver me to the city and there was a large map of it and my current location was indicated. I was inside the perimeter of the Public Slut Zone.
I'd noted the streets and had memorized the map I'd been shown. I headed for the nearest Public Slut Service facility.
It was night, evening more precisely, but dark and the street was still busy. Before going half a block, I saw another Slut walking towards me. She was only a Level One. After seeing me approaching, the Slut stopped to stare. As I'd never before seen a Slut Level Five, perhaps she hadn't either.
I gave her a wide berth as I awkwardly continued to the Service facility. Three were ahead of me and I took my place in the widely spaced line.
Once inside, flashing lights on the floor directed me into a service cubical. I saw no one inside as I made my way to it.
'Public Slut - Position yourself in the service frame,' the screen directed. It was a fixed bondage frame, which clamped about my head, wrists and ankles once I had moved to the proper place.
'Public Slut 551544, Level 5'. I was identified.
'Service - Time since last service - Initial'
Something poked my ankle cuff and my rear plug was pushed in. My handles were lowered then twisted until my mouth was opened as far as it could by the mechanism. A fat object penetrated the rubber cavity and something snapped inside.
'Connected,' the screen said. 'Commencing Fueling and Flush'. I felt my breathing become easier as the accumulated urine drained from the collection bag. I'd find that this would never be emptied below half capacity so my air always had to bubble up through it.
Enemas were to become twice daily routines, as were feedings.
Whatever it was that we were nourished on, it never varied and it tasted horrible! This stuff was slowly pumped in through holes in the rubber chamber that were opened when the mouthpiece connected.
The worst part of the service cycle was the three large enemas, which were pumped into me, retained a few minutes then pumped out.
'Service cycle completed
'Public Slut 551544 - Level 5
Punishment pending 10 strokes
Report to Punishment Plaza 1200 tomorrow - pending punishment 10 strokes
Sentence remaining - 19 months, 2 weeks'
'Have a fun day, Slut!'
I was released to make my way out of the cubical and the facility. It was raining when I exited, but I could not feel it on my desensitized flesh under the suit, only on my naked breasts and ass. I'd no way to cover these areas. At least, it wasn't too cold..
Traffic had subsided to nearly nothing. I made my way to the park for the rest of the night. The hardest part of walking was the curbs when I crossed streets. Just climbing up that six inches was difficult because on my trapezoid. The ball and chain added more. I learned to do it with sort of a hop that caused my toes to be further tortured upon impact.
Inside the park, I just lay down on the grass and discovered there was no way to get comfortable. Lying on my back was only a little better than other positions I tried and lying on my belly was out of the question.
A sharp tug on my breast ring awakened me. I opened my eyes to see a policewoman pulling on it. It was morning and the clouds had stopped raining. She was speaking harshly, but I was totally deaf. She continued to hold and pull on my breast ring until I managed to stand.
Still talking to me, I tried to motion with my restrained hand and by shaking my head that I couldn't hear. Finally, frustrated, she pointed to a sign about twenty feet away.
'Keep Off The Grass' I was motioned to the path. Once we were there, she used her radio to call in the situation. Her eyes fixed on my right thigh to read my identity number from the large yellow numbers there. The conversation lasted several minutes before she simply left me standing there. I turned to go for servicing and was frightened when I saw the two gouged trails in the grass. Dragging my ball behind me in the rain soften lawn had been the cause.
Servicing was the same until the message screen told me what my nighttime actions had earned me.
'Service cycle completed
'Public Slut 551544 - Level 5
Punishment pending 10 strokes
7 infractions of Rules of Conduct
Crossing against a red light - Additional sentence - 1 week
Crossing against a red light - Additional sentence - 1 week
Jaywalking - Additional sentence - 2 weeks
Hesitation obeying a police officer - Additional sentence - 1 month - 10 stokes
Disregard of proper signage - Additional sentence - 6 months - 25 strokes
Negligent damage of public property - Additional sentence - 1 year - 50 strokes
Report to Punishment Plaza 1200 today - pending punishment 105 strokes
Sentence remaining - 3 years, 4 months, 2 weeks - 1 day'
'Have a fun day, Slut!'
I started to cry. I'd been a Slut only one day and had more than doubled my sentence in less than twenty-four hours!
On the way to Punishment Plaza, a man in a suit stopped in front of me. He took hold of one of my bell chains, smiled and motioned me toward an alcove in the adjacent building. I had been dreading this, but it was inevitable. I had to service him. Turned to face the street, the man pressed me against the wall and began to fondle my breasts. He was gentle and skilled. I was kissed as he played with me. Despite my aversion to what was taking place, I started to get hard. Damn it, he was turning me on to him! Even the increasing discomfort as I swelled in the tube did not stop my feelings. Ten or fifteen minutes of foreplay had reduced me to desiring him. I wanted to please him!
I was helped down on my knees before him. With one hand, he lowered my handles to the working position and took out his rampant member with his other. It was placed into my eager mouth and he began to pump me back and forth. I was being well used as a Public Slut for the very first time.
When finished, I used my naked breast to wipe him off. He entered my rating in the small keypad on top of my right shoulder, patted my rubber cheek with a satisfied smile on his face then simply walked away. I used the wall to help me off my knees and regain my feet.
I was very lucky; there is no other word. I entered the designated plaza with only fifteen seconds to spare. Another slut, a level three was fastened bent over the frame and being caned by a large woman dressed in a red leather catsuit.
The screen showed the number of the slut being punished. Below that was another and my number was third. Ten more numbers followed mine. The stoke count next to my number was higher than any other. Six names were posted with my entry indicating those who had purchased my strokes.
The way the system worked was that any free adult could buy the opportunity to cane my ass up to twenty-five strokes. A slut with a high number always assured that there would be a lot of takers and I was no exception. The money was used to pay for our maintenance. For the voyeurs, we were free entertainment and the noon hour assured a good crowd.
The woman in red remained on the platform as the next slut was clamped in position with her naked ass high in the air. The screen indicated her name was Monica and she was first batter up on my ass too.
Monica was an expert; she applied the fifteen strokes with brutal strength. Once back on ground level I saw that the slut could barely stand.
My turn, they raised me to the platform on a lift. I was expected to place myself into position. Any hesitation to do so would only earn me more.
Monica was laughing and pointing at me. When in range, her gloved finger wiped my lip then smeared the white substance across one of my domes. I'm sure everyone thought this was great fun. I was clamped and stretched.
I was not spared feeling each stroke by passing out. Never would I have imagined anything ever hurting so much. The caning overrode all of the other pains I felt.
Certainly, I did not want to sit nor did I want to walk around the city. I went to another park and found a bench to lie down on for the rest of the day. I even managed to arrange a semi-comfortable position on my side.
Evening servicing included a wash off to remove all traces of dirt that I'd accumulated. Anxiously I awaited the summary report.
'Service cycle completed
'Public Slut 551544 - Level 5
Punishment pending 0 strokes
1 infraction of Rules of Conduct
Sexual desires - Additional sentence - Excused
Sexual desire during sexual service is permitted.
Sexual service - 1 - Satisfactory
Earn additional sentence reduction - 15 consecutive satisfactory reports, earns a 1-week reduction of Additional sentence earned.
Sentence remaining - 3 years, 4 months, 2 weeks - 1 day'
'Have a fun day, Slut!'
I succeeded in not violating any rules and turning eight consecutive satisfactory tricks during the next two weeks. One sunny afternoon I was sitting in a park reading a newspaper left behind when a Level 2 Public Slut stopped by a bench on the other side of the path. I watched her judge the distance separating us then sit. She was Public Slut 551561.
Her number indicated that she was from the same city as me and had been processed after I had been. I wondered if we'd ever met in our previous lives. I couldn't help, but think that we had.
The newspaper forgotten, we stared at each other for some time. I was very lonely and wanted to be nearer and to even hold her, but feared the waiting punishment I'd earn for doing so.
I thought, no hoped that she was thinking the same. All the time we sat looking at each other, the nagging feeling I somehow knew her grew.
Eventually, she stood and walked along the path. I observed that she could not walk as well as I could. By that time, I had become better in my boots and as encumbered as I was. I wanted to follow her and to make friends. I watched her walk away and tears flowed from my eyes.
After servicing, I found I'd again earned punishment
1 infraction of Rules of Conduct
Littering - Additional sentence - 1 month - 15 strokes
Report to Punishment Plaza 0900 tomorrow - pending punishment 15 strokes
Sentence remaining - 3 years, 5 months'
'Have a fun day, Slut!'
Only then did I remember leaving the paper on the bench when I'd stood to come to the service facility. I also remembered the posted 'Do Not Litter!' signs and wondered why I'd not received punishment for that too.
Morning servicing reminded me of my pending punishment. I had to hurry to be there on time. I never thought that ignoring the men who wanted me was going to earn me still more punishment.
Monica, this time dressed in a black latex, two-piece suit and high-heeled knee boots had again purchased my strokes, along with as many as she could for the other Sluts posted on the screen. I was first up for a caning.
I saw her grin when I approached. She even gave me a deep curtsey when I started to position myself. I almost, but not quite, returned it. She was very attractive.
Just fifteen was nothing compared to my previous beating.
I turned three tricks returning to my bench in the park.
I wanted to scream when I read the summary report that evening.
3 infractions of Rules of Conduct
Refusal of service - Additional sentence - 6 months - 15 strokes
Refusal of service - Additional sentence - 6 months - 15 strokes
Refusal of service - Additional sentence - 6 months - 15 strokes
Sexual service - 3 - Satisfactory
Report to Punishment Plaza 1400 tomorrow - pending punishment 45 strokes
Sentence remaining - 5 years, 11 months'
'Have a fun day, Slut!'
I succeeded not earning more the following day. Monica was again there to cane me. She had to be a complete sadist.
I turned just one trick the rest of that day, but four more returning to the park the following morning. Public Slut 551561 was sitting on my bench when I got back there. We again did nothing but stare at each other.
As a Level 2, Public Slut 551561 had her breasts covered by only her latex suit, did not have a spreader bar between her wrists, just eighteen inches of chain and even though fitted with a trapezoid to spread her legs there was no heavy ball she was forced to drag behind.
She made no attempt to communicate, but just sat staring at me from behind her goggles. It seemed that her eyes frequently were focused on my bag on the inside of my left leg.
We saw each other almost daily. I was jealous that her ass was never marked with the ugly welts the rest of us bore. Monica renewed those I bore two or three times a week.
Monthly service was much more extensive. Once fueling and flushing had commenced, rigid tubes connected to the top of my helmet/head cage, each shoulder and to the lower part of my chastity belt as well. Suddenly, the suit inflated to push it away from my skin everywhere, but under the very tight corset. It then flooded with a fluid. The numbness I'd had since being prepared had begun to wear off, but quickly returned. They had no intentions of allowing me to return to near normal.
Still inflated, the liquid was allowed to drain out though holes in the soles of my boots, my fingertips and just below my steel chastity bra.
When I completed my sixth monthly cleaning my report read -
'Service cycle completed
'Public Slut 551544 - Level 5
Punishment pending 0 strokes
3 infractions of Rules of Conduct
Sexual desires - Additional sentence - Excused
Sexual desires - Additional sentence - Excused
Sexual desires - Additional sentence - Excused
Sexual desire during sexual service is permitted.
Sexual service - 5 - Satisfactory
Earn Additional sentence reduction - 15 consecutive satisfactory reports, earns a 1-week reduction of Additional sentence earned.
Sentence remaining - 8 years, 11 months, 3 weeks - 6 days'
'Have a fun day, Slut!'
With all of the satisfactory service ratings I had received, I had actually reduced my additional sentences by three months, but continued to earn more for committing other infractions. There was simply no way to avoid this. How they monitored me was beyond my comprehension.
No one else seemed to use my bench in the park, but Public Slut 551561 and that was infrequent, even though we stared at each other for hours at a time about four days a week.
When I returned there, I saw an envelope tacked to the backrest of the bench. On it was Confidential to Public Slut 551544.
Because of my wrist spreader I could not bring my hands anywhere near each other to use them to open the sealed envelope. I did think to kneel on the path and slit it with one of my long nails.
Still kneeling I read the single, hand-written sheet it had contained -
'Public Slut 551544'
'You have or should have figured out that your 18-month sentence was really a Life sentence by now. Even before you earned it for whatever reason, there is a very good reason you never met or even heard of an EX-Public Slut. The system precludes it. You've been one just 6 months and are already up to almost 9 years. It will be 20 years before you've completed the first 18 months at the rate you rack up points.
'Don't feel bad. You've really tried hard to be a very good slut and hold the record in his city for having earned the lowest sentence in 6 months ever. The previous record was over twelve years.
'Let me get to the point. Tomorrow, I'm going to come a lot closer then 10 feet to you. That, by itself, will get you 2 years and another really nice caning. Do not earn more by refusing to obey or hesitating to do what I want you to.
"Public Slut 551561
"PS: You are in for a big and pleasurable surprise"
Just how in H did another Slut have the nerve or the ability to write a letter like that?
As there was a very heavy thunderstorm that night, everything in the litter basket was saturated. I had thought I should have somehow found a way to destroy the letter, but when I searched for it in the morning, I could not find the crumbled up paper.
My 'friend' the policewoman, just happened by when I had most to the contents spread out about me, searching for it. My littering violation was already registered along with hesitating to obey her order to clean up the mess and trespassing on the grass when I attempted to comply.
3 infractions of Rules of Conduct
Littering - Additional sentence - 2 months - 30 strokes - 2nd violation
Hesitation obeying a police officer - Additional sentence - 2 months - 20 stokes - 2nd violation
Disregard of proper signage - Additional sentence - 1 year - 50 strokes
- 2nd violation
Report to Punishment Plaza 0700 today - pending punishment 100 strokes
Sentence remaining - 11 years, 3 months, 2 weeks'
'Have a fun day, Slut!'
I was thirty minutes late at the Punishment Plaza. Two men wanted me. Automatically, my strokes were doubled and I had another year added to my sentence. For the first time, Monica wasn't there and her name was not on the board as having purchased my strokes or those of any of the other Sluts that day.
Public Slut 551561 stood from where she had been seated on my bench when I limped back there. She had been facing away from me, but had stood to face and wait for me when I was still over a hundred yards away? How did she know?
I stopped at least 15 feet away. Intentionally, 551561 violated our orders. As she was far less encumbered, there was no way that I could avoid her coming close enough to grab one of my breast rings. Holding it, I was led to a parking lot. A man came around from a van, opened the rear door and lifted me inside. 551561 came in to sit next to me. I was very frightened, but her eyes signaled only happiness.
We were driven to a secluded house in the suburbs, where he lifted me out in the garage. The Public Slut again took control of me by gripping my ring to lead me outside and to a large cage. Once we were inside and the door locked, she released her grip to watch him go in the house. I saw her wink at me.
The only thing in the cage besides the two of us was a podium with a computer station on top of it and a standard Slut servicing frame. She walked there and began to use the computer through the keyboard. For the first time I noticed that her gloved fingers weren't welded together.
'Hi Slut,
'If you think you know me - you do. But not from before like you probably think.'
She turned to see if I was paying attention. I nodded slightly, but gestured I really questioned who she was.
'Ha! Ha! LOL Proximity within 10 feet of another Public Slut earns you five years. Attempted communication is only worth a year.' What's that now, 17 years?
'I'm going to have my trial tomorrow and already know that I'm getting Level 5 for two years. You should have already figured out that it is a life sentence, but I told you that in my note, Hun.
'The charges against me are quite real and I'm guilty. "Failure to pay properly assessed fees, failure to pay interest charges on my account and telling the judge to "Fuck off" in a letter I wrote to him in response to the charges.
'Jack is the Director of the Public Slut Administration here.' I wondered who 'Jack' is.
'Look, Jack and the judge have been in on this from the beginning. They helped me set it up.'
I placed my hand on her arm. She stopped to look at me and I motioned to the computer. 551561 nodded and stepped off to one side.
'Why are you telling me this? What have I to do with any of it?' I typed and lowered my hands.
‘Well, 551544, lots … you have a lot to do with it. You fascinated me the first time I saw you and wanted to be like you. I've never seen a Level 5 Slut before. I want to be like you.
I took the keyboard again. 'Ever since I first saw you, I've the nagging feeling I know you from before. Do I?'
'Nope,' she typed. 'Not from before, but you do know me. I'm the one you absolutely hate to see a couple of times a week.
'I'm your favorite whip mistress, "Monica".' I was stunned. "Jack's my husband, at least for now; he'll divorce me, I'm sure.
'Oh, that's another charge they have me on and all sorts of related crap: false identity, opening a charge account under a false name. Stuff like that.
'Anyhoo, you get to have a chance of having your time reduced to the original 18 months if you testify against me. I advise you to do so, 551544.
'The judge is a friend of Jack's and will see to it.'
'What am I supposed to testify to? Seems they have enough to convict you, especially as you seem eager to plead guilty, Monica?' I typed.
'Yes, enough to send me to prison, but I can't be sentenced as a Public Slut unless the crime involves a Public Slut. That's where you come in,' She input.
'What am I supposed to testify you did?' I really was a bit lost.
'Unlike you, I haven't got a locator chip or the other electronics they put inside you to keep tabs on your conduct. Without you to testify about all of the public appearances I made outfitted like this, there's no evidence, 551544.
'What I'm wearing is illegal for a free woman you know?' I didn't, but that wasn't the point.
'There's another potential benefit for you, but I can't promise it.' I stared my question after reading that.
'The judge hinted that he might make the proximity orders not apply to you and me. There is precedent for doing that.'
I had a lot more questions, but Monica or 551561 negated them by shutting off the computer then turning to me to begin fondling my large breasts. Best that we could, we played together for the rest of the day. She went to the frame for service first. I had to chuckle at the status report that displayed once everything was done.
'Accused has been identified as Nancy Winston, aka Monica, The Whip Mistress, aka Public Slut 551561
'At 0700 tomorrow the accused will be transported to Superior Court to stand trial.' all of the charges she had outlined were iterated. Apparently, her husband had helped her play the game very well.
My fuel tasted no different then on any previous occasion and the rest of my servicing was real, as well.
'Service cycle completed
'Public Slut 551544 - Level 5
Punishment pending 0 strokes
3 infractions of Rules of Conduct
Communication - Additional sentence - 1 year
Sexual desires - Additional sentence - 1 year
Proximity of less than 10 feet to another Public Slut - Additional sentence - 5 years
Report to Superior Court for trial 0700 tomorrow
Sentence remaining - 18 years, 3 months, 2 weeks'
'Have a fun day, Slut!'
As this was all arranged, I thought it was just a joke too; strange though, I wasn't sentenced to be given more strokes of the cane.
551561 and I spent the night locked in the cage, but also locked in each other' arms, mostly. I would have if my bondage permitted. Hers permitted her to embrace me.
The kick to my chastity belt wakened me still entwined early in the morning. A female stood menacingly over us. Three more female correction officers were on the other side of the bars and frightened me. One pointed to me then the service frame. I moved as quickly as I could to it. No status report showed on the screen.
Monica took my place while I was locked in a compartment in a transport van. I soon found myself locked in a kneeling posture before the bench in court and 551561 was right next to me. Each of us had communicator terminals within reach.
For hours, the screen before me remained blank, but Monica input hers throughout. A number of witnesses had been presented including her husband, the policewoman I knew from the park, the four officers from that morning and many more I did not recognize.
It had to be late afternoon when I was addressed via a question on my screen.
'Public Slut 551544, did the accused to your right appear in your vision field before today?' I was asked. I input 'yes' and then was asked a series of questions. These related to when and the circumstances, which I answered truthfully, as best as I remembered.
'Did you fully believe during those encounters that the accused was, indeed a Public Slut?'
'Yes,' I again typed.
I was then questioned about Monica and her performances at Punishment Plaza. After asking me about the events of the preceding day, my screen went blank.
Monica's head drooped with tears pooling in her goggles when the gavel moved less than thirty minutes after I'd testified. She had wanted this; why the dramatics over the expected?
My screen came back.
'Public Slut 551544 you have earned yourself a place in history by accumulating a sentence of more than 15 years in just a little more than 6 months. No other Public Slut has achieved anything close to such a dubious distinction.' What I read did not seem very good to me.
'This court is a just and a fair one. We have weighed the honesty of your testimony in obtaining a conviction of Public Slut 731986 whom you knew as Public Slut 551561, which, as you well know, was a false identity.
"We are going to be lenient with you, Public Slut 551544. All additional sentences you have duly earned will be expunged. Furthermore, since you violated the rule that Public Sluts are not permitted within ten feet of another, you and Public Slut 731986 will be chained together until both of you have completed your sentences.
'The court sentences you to a period of 24 months as a Public Slut Level 10. Have a fun day, Slut."
Level 10? I'd never heard of such a thing. Just what was a Level 10?
I found out over the several weeks healing from the additional procedures performed on my body, most of which had been performed without removing all of the hardware I bore or my suit. For a brief time they did remove my head cage and helmet. It was great to breathe air that was not contaminated by the smell of my own waste, even if for only a few days.
With my helmet off, more eye makeup was tattooed about them and the quantity of lashes was doubled. They also installed a new nose bondage appliance to distend my nostrils even more and renew, as well as, increase the discomfort there. My breasts had been further enlarged too.
Far too soon, I found myself being again prepared for my return to the world. I was in the preparation chamber in the prison. There I was stripped completely and went into a cycle of being submerged in fluid. This time it wasn't blue, but had a chartreuse tint.
My ears had not been unplugged so the attendants placed the new rubber helmet in place first. Now it was no longer black, but shiny, bright yellow latex. The suit I was put into matched. My identity number was in contrasting black and it had two inch wide black stripes up my legs and arms.
This time, my boots were yellow with black platforms, heels and laces. I'd again be en-pointe, but this was no longer hidden inside the platforms. The point of my toes would be six inches above whatever surface I tried to walk on with fifteen-inch high heels.
They replaced the bra, which now seemed far smaller than previously, but was unchanged. My breasts were nearly twice as large. They cut off the nipple cages and replaced them with ones, which stretched my nipples twice as far.
Nearly everything was more than before. Over the new helmet, I wore a head cage and breathing mask that forced my head to tilt back and permitted no movement of it in any direction once fastened to my bra and it to the steel banded top hem of the corset. Just as long as the previous one, the corset produced a stem waist that was now smaller by inches then the other had been capable of achieving. I hurt!
My bondage harness and accessories were as before, however, instead of the ball chained to my ankle spreader I had one of the same size, chained to each ankle cuff.
They brought Monica to where I was being prepared and we learned the extent of how we were going to be chained together, as the judge had sentenced us to be. Just as I had a new, steel ring through the base of my penis, Monica had one through her clitoris. A light chain, nearly ten feet long with a five pound steel ball fixed in the center was passed through holes in the front shields of our belts and the ends connected to our rings. We hate this damn chain, as all it does is tug painfully and provides no pleasurable relief - trust me, we have tried!
Together, we were led to the van and placed in separate compartments.
During the ride to the airport, I memorized the map of the city I was being sent to. It had a much larger Public Slut Zone then the one I was leaving. Again, I saw videos of a Public Slut around the landmarks and Service facilities so I stood a chance of finding my way around. As before, I became sexually aroused, the Slut model looked exactly like Monica had when she'd played and even displayed her number on her thigh and branded into the undulating flesh of her ass. The video left me in a state of arousal that was surely earning me punishment.
I was seated in the plane across the aisle from Public Slut 731986. As a Level 10 for her crimes and being almost unaccustomed to her status, attire and bondage Monica was not handling it well at all. Having been a Public Slut Level 5 for over six months, I could tolerate it a little better. The intensity and discomfort of our bondage was not something one can get used to overnight.
One advantage of being a Level 10 now, we have no choice about being together, are permitted to even touch each other and help each other. Level 10's were a rarity. I looked forward to reuniting with Monica.
The End
EPILOGUE - Monica (I can't think of her by her Public Slut number, 731989, or her given name) and I have been together for four years. Her original, two-year sentence has had an additional thirty-six years added and mine is up to twenty-seven years. At twenty-two years old, I fully accept I'll be a Public Slut for the rest of my unnatural life.
At the conclusion of our first servicing in our new city, we were horrified to read the status report inform us that the caning we'd received for rule infractions would be carried out collectively. That meant my state of arousal during the video earned me ninety strokes and nine months. Monica was not given the time extension, but received the same number of ninety strokes on her freshly branded ass the next day at Punishment Court, because the model had excited me.
As level 10's we are each required to each turn ten tricks a day, minimum. Satisfactory service gains no reduction in our sentences, as before, and two unsatisfactory reports in one day gets us caned hundred strokes along with a year being added to our time to serve.
We live in a park - it is a nice one, and have it as good as we can expect. I've a sixteen-inch waist now and Monica's is just under fifteen, having been smaller to start with. We aren't caned too much now, but still earn about eighty-five a week each, which means we feel one hundred seventy!. There's been a new girl at the Punishment Court in this city recently, buying up as many strokes as she can.
Victoria is extremely attractive. If possible, she can wield a cane with greater skill and intensity than Monica had demonstrated. A new Public Slut appeared near our spot in our park about a month after we'd arrived. She's a Level 3 with bare breasts and a Spanish Trapezoid, she appears very afraid of everything; still, Public Slut 011377 seems to have taken a special interest in us.
She makes a point to be in the spot the days after we've been caned by Victoria and has been punished too, as evinced by the fresh welts across her ass. Strangely, her number was never posted on the board the previous day.
I wonder if she knows the judge?
The End
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