banniere Agnes Art

 

~ COLONIA DIGNIDAD ~ 

 

 

THE PUNISHMENT

The excavator dumped us (us ? the poor girl was dead) into a pipe opening in a wall. I slipped down, my head struck something hard, I fainted.

It was dark. The room seemed below. A great opening, barred with a grille was diffusing some light coming from a... corridor ?

A great room, white tiled, with surgical instruments and furniture. I moved away from the nun, crawled to a corner and stayed here, prostrate. I was trembling, I was cold, I was scared, I was aching all over.

My hands and my anckles was untied. I touched my painful body, found all the scars. The clip !

I tried to remove it...

A sudden light blinded me. I heard the noise of the bars that somebody was opening, then a noise of an electrical motor...

They were coming down ! The man, wearing a white labcoat, and two guards.

I was watching them approaching, paralysed with fright.

The two guards seized me, immobilizing me and I saw the man preparing a syringe.
- It's a product of my own composition. It stops any will without stupefying. It don't eliminate feelings, neither pleasure, nor pain. But it makes obedient, wipes out any wish for rebellion. I am going to give you a shot for the first and the last time. A large dose with a fast effect. After that you'll take a pill on the morning and on the evening as everybody working here.

You'll work for us. After having been punished. This evening and tomorrow.

He drove the needdle but I didn't feel anything.
- Go ! It takes about half an hour to come.


I fell down on my knees, escaped in a corner of the room. The guards were laughing undressing the nun. Sometimes they turned round, spoke to me. The "doctor" was bustling about, there. He had turned on a gas stove. I was watching them moving.

And I felt the injection working : a sort of mist seemed to twist my thought.

No it was not possible , that could not exist. I stood up, I wanted to rush to the elevator...
- Halten Sie ! Stop !
I thought I cried with despair... I obeyed. I stood still.

- Kommen Sie hier! Come here!
And I obeyed one more time. I came towards them. I had to obey.

 


- You see, it's easy. Come. Settle down. Spread your thighs.

The steel claws shut on my wrists, on my anckles, the metal collar tightenned.

I had to open my mouth, bit the plastic rod. I gave a start when they raised the triangular nails-spiked edge, when the nails sank into my slit, moving apart my labias.

- Be all ears ! First impregnation. You'll obey all my orders first. Next you'll obey the guards.

That's all. You don't have to obey the workers.
Second impregnation: you must not leave the COLONIA. You are here to serve and you'll serve here. You have athe body of a whore and you'll work as a whore. With the same rules. Me first. Then the guards. Regularly you'll sell yourself to the workers, but they will must pay to fuck you. Do you understand ?

- Yes.

- Yes Sir !

- Yes Sir.

- Repeat all that I have said.

- I am a whore. I obey you first. Then I obey the guards. If the workers want to fuck me, they have to pay.

- Nice whore. Time to register you. Anybody will know that you're a whore.

To register ? I didn't understand.

Heath on my shoulder. A soft hiss, a sizzling as when a piece of meat is thrown in hot butter. Also the smell of grilled meat. Then Then it came slowly in my consciousness. And the pain blew up. I kicked in the iron shackles and I banged my teeth on the plastic-coated bit. The nails tore my sex and I yelled my pain, my despair and my helplessness...

- Done. You are the whore number 3918. It's your registration. Repeat !
- I am the whore number 3918. It's my registration.
- But we are not absolute monsters. So we are going to give you a name...mmmm.... You'll be called "Holes". With an S. What do you think of that, you people ?

- Ya, yes, it's a good name. It really suits her. Dick holes, ah ah ah !
- Going, going, gone ! Repeat, you whore !

- I am the whore number 3918 and my name is Holes, with a S.

I couldn't stop myself obeying, obeying him. It was horrible and I was already imagining what they could ask me to do...
- Lead her in the Queer'cell. She'll tell her anything. And you, Holes, you obey Queer. She is a whore like you, but she is more experienced. Repeat all !

- I am a whore.I am the whore number 3918. My name is Holes, with a S. I obey you first. Then I obey the guards. If the workers want to fuck me, they have to pay. I must not leave the COLONIA. I obey Queer who is a whore like me.

Clear off. When you'll be punished, I'll send for you and we'll have some fun together.

They untied me. " Follow me, Holes" , I obeyed and I followed the guard. With difficulty. He seized me bodily and he dragged me. His hands helped me on the right place but I didn't refuse that assistance.

That help, I was not allowed to refuse.

Queer was a boy. Well, not quite. It was a girl. A bit masculine, with the sex of a man.

In that cell, that would be ours during sometimes, she helped me to stand up and gently push me towards the corner serving as shower and toilets. Queer was a real chatterbox but in that flood of words, a part in spanish, a part in american, I knew that she was voluntarily here, that the Doctor was going to pay the operation she wanted to. When she would well work as a bitch. She also told me that the Doctor didn't like the women, that my "asshole" will serve, that it must be softened, that...

- You have to make up, every times you go to work.

It made me look like a bitch. Outrageously painted, including my nipples, my labias and my anus.

She helped me to do the blonde wig with two little braids adorned with rose ribbons.

" He prefers this one" she explained me while I put on the high heeled rose sandals.

I looked like a pervert girl, dressed (un-dressed) in this way, topless, the rose areolas, a little rose lace petticoat, the stockings and these shoes making me sway.

- Take a pill. It will help you to endure all. Ssssh... They are coming...

It was quick, brutal.

The leather cuffs around my elbows first, the chain linking them, sawing my back if I didn't arch my back. The collar and the leash and the ankle cuffs. The gard finished off with a sort of dental retractor that forced my mouth, stretching it wide open.

- Schnell ! Let's go, Holes.

I obeyed. With difficulty. The shame, the fear tormented me.

I was imagining what the men saw when I would be at their disposal.

I was bent on this chariot, my waist belted, my ass up, presented for all to see.

I was trotting along, towed by the leash that the guard was holding.

The toilets were clean but smelt... the toilets.Les toilettes étaient propres mais sentaient... les toilettes.

Here, I was going to be a whore. I repeated what the guard told me :

- I am a whore, my mouth and my ass are free. But my cunt is one token. It is written on the notice caught on my clit.

The clip bitting it make me scream. The clip were the notice was hung.

- They are going to spend their pay this night. See, to pull out the plug, they need to put a token in. Like the trolley in the supermarket. They are going to queue * ! Ah ah ah ...

He drove the object into my hole, took off the token. I moaned when I felt the opening clamps, when they started to dilate my vagina.

I placed my ankles on the supports, opening my thighs, displaying to the customers what they wanted to buy.

That went on all night, the usual cur-few having been removed just for this night. Men followed men. More often, I was serving two customers at once, one in my gaping mouth, the other in my ass or my cunt. I was fully dilated and they came into me as into a carriage entrance. I was dripping anywhere though a guard regularly cleaned me with a disinfectant spray and with a wet towel.

* Untranslatable : in french, to queue (faire la queue) and tail is the same word : "Queue"

The tail is used as a slang word to name the male sex ! The guard is playing on words. )

On the morning, they untied me and took me down towards the basement.

Under the toilets.

I was staggering, my thighs opened, my cunt gapping, on fire. I could not close my mouth, that stayed wide open, my jaws always tetanized by the retractor gag.

- After the night slut, the day service !

I did not understand. The guard explained me :

- You see the tap ? It divert the draining of the urinals to this niche.

.

You slut, are going to be in the niche. Connected with the urinals.

I understood. While they explained all with many sadic details.

I was going to be used as a piss bag, after they used me as a cum bag.

Even so I opened obediently my mouth so they could force it with an open cock gag connected to a rubber tubing, I bent obediently my head to receive the iron collar, while they showed me the manner they were going to fill up my holes : a large plier for my dripping cunt and an inflatable plug for my ass... Ooooh, what a plug !

You'll need the Flash Player installed to read the little animation

They put me on the chariot and they screwed the yokes.

My joints protested, I moaned, I thought they were going to break me in two, I was so bent, so twisted back.

But it was nothing because when they filled me up, when I felt the steel bitting my pussy, when I felt the plug pumping up, distending my intestine, filling up my ass, I started struggling, crying, yelling in the gag.

In vain.

A kick and the chariot was driven into the niche. They connected the pipe, opened the tap et shut the metal door.

I was alone, tied, wrenched, filled and gagged in the darkness.

.................

Sound of footsteos above !

Footsteps that stopped ! Feet wearing boots, but bare feet also.

I was imagining them, I was imagining them watching me through the floor.

A silence...

Then, a noise of drops, a noise of flowing liquid.

And the urine came, ran. I tried to don't swallow down. But it was impossible : my cheeks puffed out, I needed to breathe.

I very nearly choked, I swallowed the revolting and acrid liquide.

Then they flushed the toilets...

I stuggled like one pssessed, I tried to push away the cock, I gasped, I groaned.

But I swallowed.

I was swallowing...    
  I was swallowing...  
    I was swallowing...

I really don't know how many time I stayed swallowing the urine and the water of the toilets.

Because when they took me out, I was fainted with pain, with my bloated belly.

I came round fastened by the neck to the gallow.

- Hey you Holes. Wait until we are away before you empty. Do you understand ?

I grumbled a dumb "Yes", wtithout opening my mouth : I was ready for vomiting.

I was unsteady on my legs, the pain went to my head.

Flies was buzzing around my holes. I was oozing everywhere.

I was waiting for them.

"Please, hurry up !" , I silently implored them.

Then all my holes opened all together and I emptied, vomiting the litres and the litres I was forced to swallow.

It was the last time I was tortured during the days passed in Colonia.

They took me back to my cell.

 

Je fus ramenée dans ma cellule.

Queer helped me to wash that mire and I might sleep. At last.

They left me in peace during two days.

Then...

It was a sort of routine.

In the morning, Queer and me had to do the housework in the doctor's residence.

We shared the work between us. She took care of upstair, and I was in charge of the main floor.

We were wearing the uniforme: a maid dress, very short, with front and back slits; lace apron, lace gloves, a headdress, black sheer stockings and high heel sandals.And the blonde wig. We chained ourself in the cell before they come to open the gate and take us to the residence :

im

leather anckles bands, head harness with a rubber cock in the mouth, a rubber big plug in the ass, a bitch dog and its leash and elbows bands. The forearms, the hand were free.

The first times, I worked hard with my tied elbows. Vacuuming was a bit easy.

But dusting all the bibelots was very hard. The doctor's china collection particularly.

I had to take a little stool, to bring it to the dresser, and to clamber up with my vertiginous heels.

Then, perched on this little stool, I leaned forward with the duster.

Of course, there was always a guard going here.

He stayed a moment behing me... I felt his eyes touching me, my thighs, my cunt, my plugged ass ( I was now speaking as they told me, with a whore language)

Then ...

- Down, you Holes. Bend over.

He remved the plugs that he left in my care and he buggered me here.

Then holding me by the leash, he made me impale on his baton, showed his dick :

- Lets go Holes, suck. And fuck yourself.

I obeyed. And I sucked him and I fucked myself. And I sucked him and I fucked myself.

- Yes you slut, it's well gone, go on.

The dreadfull thing was that I was wet, that I was cumming like the whore I was become.

When he pulled the leash, his hand harshly pressing my head, I gulpped his cock, I swallowed his spunk and I came, I came as a a damned girl on that baton that ploughed deeply in me.

Now I was always hearing the disgusting noise that my quivering vagina made when he removed the baton.

- Hey you whore ! Don't forget the housework !

We might have lunch alone. In our cell.

And to have a nap, to rest from the night and the morning.

But at four, we had to go back to work.

It was in the garden, where the doctor welcame his guests.

There was a sort of "bier garten" where they passed the afternoon drinking beers, eating sausages and smoking enormous stinking cigars.

So we had to quench their thirst.

We dressed with a little maid dress, a caricature of the traditionnal bavarian costume.

Very short, pink gingham, a little embrodered apron, sheer stockings and high heel sandals. Without forget the garter and the tight corset.

The make-up was overdone, a whore's make-up.

And always the bound elbows.

The doctor was explaining the treatment, praised the results :

- Ya, ya. They dress themselves. The plug so. See it !

- Real sluts !

- And they love it. You, Holes, let's go and masturbate.

- Holes ?

- Her name. All her holes are available.

- Charming !

I was blushing. I was just a sexual object, a sum of holes good to be fill. Worst than a whore.

But I could not do anything else than obeying.

So I obeyed.

I mounted the vibrator, I drove it deeply and I moved my hips.

Until I start to tremble, to moan, until I start to come as the hooker I was.

- Do you want to try her?

- Yes sure. The slut is cuming. She has had a good fuck.

- She does. It is really a good treatment.

- Take it Holes, while my fiend is buggering you.

But all that was nothing in front of the evening duty.

Particularly during this evening, one of the last in Colonia.

As every evenings, I was corseted and my elbows were chained. I had tied the harness and I had driven the double dildo in the ring. My cheeks were bloated by one end of the dildo and the other end was obscenevely out. I wore a leather string keeping in place the big plug distending my ass, but there was an enormousrubber phallus affixed on it.

Net stockings, garter, lace headdress were completing my whore's costume.

The doctor was here, with a guard.

Also a young girl was here: tied, hooded and gagged.

She probably had been abducted in her bed because she wore pyjamas.

 
They ordered drinks and started to undress the girl. She was yelling in her gag, she was struggling as their hands were touching her young helpless body.

 

Egoïstically, I was thinking that I would be quiet this evening, that they would not sit on my belly and on my face to bugger themselves on the rubber dicks I was wearing.

  

When they had naked her, they lay down her on the table and removed the girl's hood.

She was a student and her boy's friend had been arrested as a terrorist. So, with their logic, she was guilty too.

Obeying, I kneeled and show my dick to the girl.

Some crop blows persuaded her to suck the rubber member.

 

All the same, she agreed to lick the cock gag coming out from my gagged mouth.

- Lick it well you bitch. It will be better for you !

- Let's go Holes, fuck her deeply. Open her !

The student was crying and moaning while I was jerking her, while I was inhaling the smell of her pussy.

She gasped when I stuff the dildo into her throat while I forced her.

She shoked when they tied us with my leashe.

And she groaned when the guard savagely buggered me and when, following the movements, I ramed her cunt.

But the worst was to come.

I sat on the table, with her on my dick, her tied anckles in my back.

I was watching her in her eyes, I was caressing her because I has seen the iron.

She yelled, she jumped when the Doctor branded her on her shoulder. The horrible smell filled my nose and the room.

The girl fainted.

They untied us. I stoop up and stayed here, ready to serve while they lay her.

- Go back to your cell, Holes. I don't need you any more.

I went away, letting them playing with the student. I wil be dreadfull for her.

She was not branded as a whore : engraved in her skin she had the "Fleisch", meat brand.

And I knew that the "meats" were used as guinea-pigs for the crimanal experiences of the Doctor.

 

THE SENTENCE