Exiled forever
By JensenDenmark
�15 Minutes�
My uncle replied when his friend asked how long the ride
took.
Not everybody knows when he or she is going to die. I would
have preferred not to. But I had accepted my destiny. I just hoped that I would
be so lucky to be knocked unconscious when the first rock was thrown. It was a
hope I knew that they have sorted the rocks according to traditions, so I had to
suffer for my crime.
You may ask why I am going to be executed and why I have
accepted my fate.
It all started a month ago. I was lying in our garden
peacefully. Outside on the street I normally would have worn my niqāb, but
the wall divide the garden from the street is so high that we can wear private
clothes in it.
I had done homework and had fallen asleep when I woke by
someone covering my mouth. It was my great-cousin Ahmed, which had been staying
with us for some days before going to boarding school.
It was a sad story about Ahmed. My deceased
great-grandfather saw to that a son of one of his son married a daughter of
another one of his sons so a being dispute over a waterhole could be solved.
Unfortunately it resulted in my great-cousin Ahmed to be � mildly stated � a
little left behind. I had known him all my life. Being of same age � 15 � we
had played together when we were small children, but I hadn�t seen him for
some year because when he started in school, his shortcomings soon became clear
for everyone. So his parents homeschooled him and nursed him but also basically
kept him from everyone like they were some kind of ashamed of him.
A couple of months ago they came to the conclusion that he
had become too much of a handful for them. So they have decided to sent him to a
special boarding school for children with special needs. Our house was on route
to the harbor from where he was supposed to be boarding a boat. The family was
supposed to be staying at our house for 14 days until they were ready to leave.
Now he was covering my mouth and to my ultimate horror he
was also naked. I tried to yell for help but he had covered my mouth and my
parents were no place to see. He quickly removed my clothes and forced himself
upon me. It hurt like hell. I bit his hand and he screamed from pain. It was in
that minute my family ran out in the garden removed him. However, the damage had
been done.
I was bleeding and my private parts uncovered. To make
matter worse, it was not only my family, who were present but also the
carpenter. He had been called to help my father fixing the roof. There was no
way this scandal could avoid bringing the ultimate shame upon my family.
Ahmed was quickly confined to a room and after an half hour
a policeman came with some chains. To my surprise he didn�t take Ahmed to the
police station. My mother came into my room to explain.
�Nazarin. Listen to me. Your father has called your
grandfather and they have decided to manage this whole affair in private. If the
police had arrested Ahmed, you should also go to court and you would be in risk
of either being sentenced to be whipped or even stoned due to your loose
lifestyle. I am so sorry. I should have demanded that you did your homework in
your room until our guests had left.� She started to sob and left the room.
My brother came by my room. His eyes was filled with
contempt. After his stay at the Koran school he was almost a fundamentalist.
Before the school he was beginning to adapt a rather western lifestyle and my
grandfather demanded that he was sent to a special boarding school in order to
learn the Koran from one end to the other.
My father visited him several times and told me that he
resisted in the start. So much in fact that he was wearing shackles the first 6
months. On several occasions he was lashed and after 5 months he finally
accepted God into his heart. Since his return he had criticized my way of living
several times.
Some days after the rape, my grandfather and one of
elderly in the town visited our house. He was the local judge. We were called
into the living room and were asked questions. Ahmed confessed and I also have
to state that I no longer was a virgin.
My grandfather had tears in his hand when he looked at the
judge who just replied with a nod. The verdict came.
�Nazarin and Ahmed. You have been found guilty of having
sex outside marriage. We have no choice but to sentence to the most severe
conviction for such a crime. Next Sunday you will be taken out in the desert
where you will meat your fate.�
It could only mean one thing. We were going to be stoned.
Even with his limited ability to think, he knew what it
meant and began to cry. It took me a minute or two to think and then I passed
out.
When I woke again I was in my bed and my parents stood by
my side. Their faces were covered from tears. As I sat up in the bed I
discovered that I had both leg irons and steel cuffs on connected to each other.
As gentle as possible they told me that they were going to appeal to my
grandfather to reprieve the sentence to some kind of live in prison, but it was
going to be difficult. The carpenter had told people in town, so the only way my
family could retain some of its reputation would be to dispose of both me and
Ahmed. I cried for mercy. I wasn�t prepared to die yet.
Days went on. I only left my bed for the toilet and ate
very little. Bad news seem not to end. My grandfather had a stroke the day after
the verdict which meant that my father had to deal with the judge directly. It
didn�t go that well.
The day of my execution came.
My mother came to my room and took me to the bathroom where
she started to prepare me. She unlocked me and asked me to strip. When naked she
took the cuffs and locked them on my back.
First I was asked to sit down on a chair. My mother took a
scissors and started to cut my hair. I took me some seconds to realize that she
was going to cut it all off. I pleaded her to stop.
She answered me with tears in her eyes. �I am sorry but
the judge decided that it has to be like this. Being a whore a hair cut is just
something that people have done regardless of their cultural origin, when they
caught up with people of poor judgment. I have to do it because your father can
not bear to watch it� When she was done cutting, she used a shaver to remove
the rest. My head was now bald. Next came removal of the other hair on my body. Even
the wisp at my private part. Ever in my life had I felt so vulnerable.
Next she asked me to lie down on my knees in the bathtub
and open my mouth wide. When I did as told, she put something a big rubber thing
into my mouth.
�Relax. It is a penis gag as ordered by the judge, so you
don�t scream during your punishment. He told us that it wouldn�t be
uncomfortable for dirty girls like you and I have to obey regardless of how I
think.�
I gagged when it went down my throat, but I avoided to
puke.
Next I felt something entering my rear. It hurt. I tried to
pull away but my mother put her hand on my shoulder.
�Relax. I have to see to that you are cleaned thorough,
so you don�t mess yourself. I have urged your father to pay the men to deal
with you quickly so you don�t have to suffer, but none know when it is over,
so there are some chances that you will experience movement of your bowels
either during the ordeal or even before it starts out of pure fear.�
She continued to press the thing against my sphincter and
suddenly it entered me. Soon I felt something warm entering me. My mother told
me that it was water and soap. It seemed to go on forever. My stomach felt like
it was going to explode. I tried to protest but all that left me was loud a
moaning. My mother patted my head.
When the flow of water stopped she left me groaning in the
bathtub for some time. My stomach felt like it was going to burst. I entered a
state of half unconsciousness. It was terrible.
I lost track of time, but finally my mother returned. He
helped me over to the toilet (A real one, my father worked in Europe for some
year. Other families did only have a hole in the ground) where she removed to
plug so the contents of my stomach could be removed.
She ordered me back to the bathtub and cleaned my body,
before she told me how to go through the punishment with as little suffering as
possible.
�Nazarin. I am going to give you this special outfit on.
You will have difficult breathing and when you hear them give the order to start
then take a deep breath as never before, so you hopefully pass out. As much as I
would like to step in and take your punishment it isn�t possible. This is the
best I can do.�
She came with a thick peace of leather, which she wrapped
around my waist. There was heavy buckles both in the front and on the back which
she adjusted before calling our maid to help her with pulling the straps. It
felt like they were going to cut me in haft and painfully groans appeared from
within the gag.
�Be brave. Nazarin. It is for your own good!�
I was almost unable to stand. I was dizzy. Our maid
supported me while mother tugged the straps. Finally they were finished. My
mother began so sob again while she came with some leather things. �I had to
ask the judge for permission to dress you in the leather outfit, so while he
permitted you to have the outfit on that could shorten your suffering, there was
a condition. Bend over.�
As I bend over I felt how something pressed against me
sphincter once more. It was a huge thing. It was painful, but finally it slipped
in. It was way bigger than the thing she had used for cleansing. I tried to pull
away but they held me firm while it entered me. The groans what were my
suppressed screams filled the room. At last it was over, but not so soon my body
had relaxed after the torment, a other huge item entered me from the front. My
eyes were wide open and I screamed from both fear and shame. They couldn�t. It
was too much. I was not a whore.
�Nazarin. Sorry. I have to do. It is the orders from the
judge. He specifically ordered me to be flogged if I let your wear the leather
corset without the two dildos. I have no choice�. Her face was dissolved from tears
when she looked me in my eyes. �I am so sorry.�
The maid continued to push it up and I felt how I was
basically speared on the huge plastic thing. When it was all inside me, they
pulled a leather strap going between my legs tight so the dildos couldn�t slip
out.
The final part was four extra cuffs for my upper and lower
arms which were secured to the leather corset and a leather collar which forced
my head up. I was now ready to go, but not before the judge had checked my
outfit. I was lead into the living room where my entire family and the judge was
waiting. I had never been to humiliated in my life. My father refused to look at
me and my brother looked at me with disgust. At a point he stated that he
couldn�t wait to throw the first rock at me.
The judge went around me and checked if the dildos were in
place. Then he ordered my mother to place cuffs and leather straps around my
legs so I couldn�t move, before he sat down with my family around the table
discussing loudly. The maid stood by my side while we waited like forever.
Suddenly Ahmed entered the room. He was also dressed like
me but his private part was covered with a small piece of leather. The judge
inspected him and I could understand that he also had something his fanny
filled. Soon he was standing without being able to move like me supported by his
father.
Another of my uncles entered the room with two large pieces
of canvas. It was two bags sized to contain our bodies. Both my father and
mother came over to me and kissed my forehead before they canvas was pulled over
my head. They began to sew the bag close.
At that point looking into their eyes for the last time in
my life, I knew that they had done everything possible and I had received a fair
sentence. I sudden peace came over my heart. I was prepared to die.
Next I felt how they carried me out to a car and we began
to drive.
�15 minutes�
We went over a bump. We have been driving for an half hour.
15 minutes was all I had left. I lost track of time.
Suddenly the car stopped. I was carried out of the car and
left on the ground. I could hear people talking. It took some time. What were
they doing?
I didn�t know for how long I was on the ground but
suddenly I was helped up and carried again. They put me down so I was standing
and I felt something being thrown on feet. I took me a little to understand what
was happening. They were about to burry me so I couldn�t move when they begin
throwing stones. I cried and sobbed. While I was driving, I truly believed that
I had been in peace with my death, but now a realized that every person on the
edge would fear for his or her life. If they hadn�t filled my behind I would
have shit my pants.
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They continued to prepare the site like forever. Then they
suddenly left. It was time. If they only would kill with the first pair of
rocks.
There was silence. Suddenly the judge started to speak
about how western lifestyle had corrupted our society and how people should be
ready to take a firm stand when the law had to be upheld. Then he make some
remarks about how I lured Ahmed into the crime and how my presence in the
community would be a bad example for all the other innocent girls if I ever were
allowed to walk freely again. According to his speech I had be to removed permanently
from the society and then there was silence.
I peed myself. The first rock could hit me any second. I
was in a state of totally horror. I tried to free myself by twisting and turning
my body but of course it was of no use. Finally I settled with my body stooping.
I was broken and had no choice but to settle for the fact that I was going to
die anytime.
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Then I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.
�Nazarin and Ahmed. Your family has come to an agreement
which I as judge has accepted. After all we live in the year 1424 in a modern
civilized world. While your crime is terrible and have to be punished severely
due to your young age I see no reason to take your lives despite the specific
wishes of your grandfather. Believe me. You have seen your family for the last
time but you will be allowed to live if you never return to this part of the
world. If you choose to, you will be killed and whoever that takes this task
upon him will not be prosecuted. We will leave you here until the men we have
hired will take you to a ship where you will be transported to a boarding school
where you will remain until your destiny will be decided finally. I will let
your family say goodbye to you while you remain covered.�
Then he left.
I felt my mother hugging me while she cried and thanked our
God. My father came over and explained that it was the best deal possible and
that he would have to keep it a secret for my grandfather. My brother also came
over and expressed anger about me not being executed because he would be
embarrassed if anyone found out that I was alive.
I heard how the cars left and the only sound left was
Ahmed�s suppressed sobs. While I hated him for the rape, I could never have
watched him being stoned. He wasn�t of his right mind and death sentences
imposed for the rape was way over the hill.
I didn�t know for how long we waited in the desert, but
suddenly I could hear a car approaching the place. Voices emerged as the car
stopped.
The light cut into my eyes as the bag was opened. Two
unknown men freed me and Ahmed and took us � still restrained beside the cuffs
and straps on our legs - to their car. Before we entered it they gave us two
burqas on. It was of the type with a mesh covering the face. When someone would
look inside the car they would think that two girls were on the back seat.
We began to drive.
After several hours we came to a house. I was so thirsty
and couldn�t barely stand on my feet, so they had to support us. Inside the
house several women were waiting. The burqas and the gags came out while one of
the women introduce herself.
�My name is Fatima. It is my task to prepare you for your
journey. You are both going to a boarding school where maids are trained. After
some time you will leave for a job at a family somewhere in the world, but first
you have to stay here with us until your ship arrives.�
A couple of the women took me into a room where the corset
and cuffs came off. Then they washed me before the corset and cuffs came on
again. I was spared for the dildos. Fatima took a close look at me.
�You seem a little young to be a prostitute.�
I broke down and sobbed while I explained what had
happened. Fatima took me under my arm and comforted me.
�Lets see if we can�t do something for you to let you
feel better. I know what you have been through. You are not the first girl to be
molested and punished instead of being given aid.�
She took me into the kitchen where Ahmed was being feed by
one of the other women. He was also cleaned and his private parts was fully
exposed. When he saw me, he just said that he was sorry.
I didn�t answer him.
Fatima started to feed me. My head was one big mess. I had
lost my family and all I knew. The person responsible sat not far from me and
had been punished worse than me who was the victim.
When we were done with the dinner, Fatima followed me to a
room where another woman waited.
�Nazarin. We have to talk. As I understand your only
experience with sex had been the rape. We can not let you leave this place
without giving you some understanding that sex are not supposed to be torment.
It is supposed to be nice. Mona help me.�
The other woman undressed and moved around me. Suddenly she
tried to put the gag into my mouth again. I cleansed my mouth shut.
�No.no. Don�t do that.�
Fatima opened my collar but at once she pulled the strap
tight making me cough from lack of air. As I gasped the gag went inside and was
forced down my throat. I began to sob but Fatima comforted me and told me to lie
down on my back on the bed. Once lying there my legs were tied to the bed post
exposing my private parts. I felt a tongue licking me down there. It was very
odd but also a kind of pleasant. Next Fatima started to lick my nipples. First I
was very tense. It felt so wrong, but Fatima calmed me while she continued to
lick my breasts. I relaxed and it began to feel nice. Suddenly something entered
me but where the previous time had been a very unpleasant experience this time
it was different. I was to wet down there that it went inside with pain. Mona
began to work it in and out in a steady pace. Fatima continued to kiss and lick
me. I cold feeling went down my spine and suddenly it was like I was floating in
a river. Never in my life had I felt felt like this. Mona thrusted the dildo
hard inside me and I moaned from pleasure. In the end I had my first orgasm.
When I recovered Fatima told me that love is about take and
giving. I had been given. Now it was my turn to give. The gag was removed and
Mona lowered her private parts over my mouth. I licked and tasted her salty
juices. It didn�t take long for Mona to come.
They remained at my side for the rest of the night.
The next morning Fatima told me that it was time for a
little payback. They asked me to stand and gave me a blindfold on. Soon I felt
how Mona licked my private parts again. I was panting. It was nice. A finger
probed to see if I was wet. Suddenly a dildo entered me. When it was inside I
felt straps being secured around my waist and something being fitted between my
legs. The blindfold was removed and to my surprise they had given me a pair of
leather pants on.
It had a penis on the outside!
I was a huge question mark, but Fatima told me to follow
her.
Fatima guided me into a room where Ahmed was tied down to a
table with his behind fully exposed. They had given him a leather hood on, so he
was totally unaware of my presence. Fatima urged me to position myself behind
Ahmed and guided the rubber penis close to this hole. A part of my found the
whole situation bizarre and wrong, but then I came to think about all those
things I had lost and what he had done to me.
I put pressure on his sphincter and suddenly it went
inside. His body shivered and I heard a suppressed cry from inside the hood.
When it was settled inside him. I started to work on him
with a steady pace. The dildo on the inside gave me a firm thrust of pleasure
every time I pushed the dildo inside him. I believe that I was caught up with
the situation because so wanted to experience the pleasure from the evening
before. The pace was increased. I panted but at the same time I reached climax
and screamed as I impaled Ahmed a last time.
I collapsed and had to be helped back to my room. When I
left Ahmed I saw blood running down from his behind. While I never would be able
to have him pay fully for all what he did to me, I was satisfied for that moment
of revenge.
We stayed in the house for a week. Never was I left
uncuffed but I did not see Ahmed either. When I asked about him, Fatima told me
not to think about him.
Then one morning Fatima came in and help me to undress.
After a shower and another enema she put the cuffs on me
but connected them to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. She hoisted my
hands with the help of the chain until I was stretched out. Mona came with a
box.
�We had this delivered from Germany with express mail.�
When she opened it, I saw that it was a lot of rubber line
steel parts. Mona took some of parts out and placed one between my leg. Fatima
helped her and put two of the parts around my waist. I asked what they were
doing.
�It is your chastity belt. We cannot have a young woman
who has just discovered the truth about sex running around without some
protection.
In the front there was two small padlocks. They had some
difficulties to make the belt fit. It was very tight and I complained but they
ignored it.
When they were finished they ask me to study the belt. In
the front a steel plate covered my private parts. On the back there were two
chain going over my buttocks.
�How do I pee?�
�You will notice that there is a hole for that. Just
remember to shower a lot in order to keep it clean. Should we look in on
Ahmed?�
I nodded.
We went into Ahmeds room. He was also being fitted with a
chastity belt, but they had trouble putting his member into a small tube. Mona
had a suggestion.
�Try some ice.�
When a woman returned with some ice they finally managed
make it fit. The tube became part of the belt and soon it was closed.
We were about to leave but Fatima had one last thing for
us.
We were told to bend over and she came with a large dildo
mounted on a curbed metal bar.
After some shouting and cries, they were planted inside us
and connected to the belt. As Fatima explained we were going for a long trip and
we had to prepare our self for a very structured life with both timed and
scheduled visits to the toilet so it would be a good training.
The final touch was two gag balls and burqas for both of
us, so we wouldn�t be tempted by small talk. They took us by car to the harbor
where we brought on board a freighter. Fatima escorted us. We were each placed
in a single cabin which were locked.
The ship left the harbor and we were on route to our
destiny. After some hours Famita entered my cabin with some school books. She
told me that we were enrolled in a boarding school near Tangier for the next
months or years and trained to be either a maid or another kind of employee
before being appointed to a job. It was a very structured school and just for
our own sake it would be a good idea to start studying now.
I can�t remember for how many days we sailed. Each day
was the same. Up at 7. Fatima took us to the toilet where she gave me an enema
before it was time for breakfast. Then it was time for school until a short
lunch followed by more schoolwork. Dinner was about 6 and then we had free time
for reading until bed.
Finally we saw land and we was prepared once more with
burqas. The customs was no problem. An envelope with money took care of this and
we were greeted by a man called Masuk who was the director at the boarding
school. The school was 10 miles east of Tangier and we arrived late night and
shown a small room with a little room to sleep in. We were given a large waist belt
with leather cuffs and a hollow gag ball so where was no talking and it was a
little unpleasant to sleep, but we had no choice. It seemed to an odd kind of
boarding school.
The next morning Mr. Masuk and Fatima came for me. After an
enema and breakfast alone in the dining hall, they took me to his office.
�Nazanin. Welcome to my boarding school. The name of the
boarding school is Refugee of the prophet, who must not be named. At the
present time we don�t know for how long you will stay here. At some point you
will be given to a family where you officially will have a job. We know why you
are here. You have committed a crime so severe that you should have been given
the death sentence. I won�t discuss whether it was appropriate or not. Fact is
that you are here.�
�We use a demerit system design by the Christian Priest
Julius Balloff. When we opened this school, we wanted to best. So we traveled
the world and found that the Balloff homes founded in 1947 in Texas had the best
system. While Balloff himself died in a plane crash on the way to a resort where
he would have given 4 of the female student special education, schools
modeled after his system to this very day exist in both Missouri and Florida.
That states something about the quality of the system.�
�We use a level system: You start in the category New
girl. When you show us that you can adapt to the school life, you can get
promoted to Regular, Room Captain and finally Helper. Remember that you can get
demoted also and when receiving three demerits you get a consequence.�
�We use computers in our education and we allow people to
self-pace. The lessons function by you reading material and study it. When you
are finish, you take a test on the computer. If you pass then you proceed. If
you fail then you must to study further before being allowed to retake the test
24 hours later. If you fail 3 times in a row, you will get a consequence for not
concentrating enough.�
�Follow Fatima. She will introduce you to the girls in
your dorm. However, I remind you of the most important rule. No direct speaking
with the boys or being caught in a room with a boy without staff present. It
will be severely punished.�
Fatima led me to a room with 8 girls and introduced me.
They took me to the shower where I was freed from the chastity belt and given a
school uniform. They called it a Burqini. It was tight compared with my normal
cloth but covered my hair.
Then they took me down to one of the classes where I was
given a seat by a computer. Then I was ready to work.
The days were the same. First we woke about 6. Every single day we had to do
morning exercise. It was weird. Down in the basement they had gigantic
horse-mills, but it was not horses, which manned the mill. It was we
students.
It was hard and the helper in our dorm � Kristin � went around and gave
us a lick with a small cane, when we slowed down. 30 minutes every morning was
spent exercising before it was time for breakfast.
After breakfast we went upstairs and in school. We studied all day and while
it was hard not to know whether you were ready for the test, it allowed me to
study the material carefully. Lunch was 30 minutes before getting back into the
classroom. Dinner was 30 minutes. Some days we had to do kitchen chores by a
rotation system. It was not hard beside the morning exercise.
Then one day I heard cries in the hallway. Kristin alerted me to help her. It
was Ahmed, who had tried to run away. Fool! Where would he go? Two boys were
fighting with me and when I helped Kristin to restrain him, we finally managed
to get him down on the ground. Soon he had the leather belt and cuffs on him.
We took him to a room where he was left naked in the belt before we left the
room. When we stood outside Kristin pushed a button and I heard prayers from
inside the room. I gave Kristin a surprised look and she knew that she had to
explain.
�The isolation room is made so a endless tape with prayers are on 24/7. In
United States it is of course not our God who is on the tape but the heathens
God. According to the professionals it seems to help the students having someone
lecturing them. Normally he will stay in the room for 72 hours, but given his
tendency to violence, I think that he will need at least 1 week in there.�
The next days we came into the room one time per day and cleaned him. He was
supposed to take care of himself using a bucket but he had soiled himself. We
fed him and left the room. Every day seemed to make him deteriorate, but Kristin
assured me that he would accept God in his heart in the end.
A week later it was a quiet boy we removed from the room. Ahmed returned to
his dorm and became an obedient student as far as I later heard. As they stated
he was not smart but at least obedient.
In the meantime I got some problems. Math was not my favorite. Soon I had 3
failed tryouts at a chapter and Kristin stood beside me.
�It seems that you are sloppy. It is time for your consequence. Follow
me�
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I followed her down in the basement where they can a table with many straps
on it.
�Undress and lie down over the table. The holes are for your arms.�
A couple of minutes later I was strapped down over the table. I felt her soft
hand on my buttock. For a moment she left her finger touch me gently at my
private part. Next Kristin positioned herself behind the table. Suddenly I felt
a sharp pain as l leather strap hit my left buttock. I cried out in surprise.
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�Do you want a gag ball?�
I shook my head. It didn�t hurt that much. I was just caught by surprise. I
felt how she let the tip of the strap touch my private parts once more before
she suddenly gave me a lick more. I managed to keep my mouth shut.
�Tough? I have to do better. It is supposed to be a punishment for your own
good, so you learn self-discipline.�
A third lash landed on the other buttock. It was harder than the previous.
She went around me. I tried to turn my head but she commanded me to stop that.
The forth lash landed where the first had landed and burned like hell.
�Do you need some cooling? She let a finger enter my private part. To my
surprise I was quite wet down there. She put some of the juices on my hurting
buttock in order to cool it down. I didn�t help.
A lash more landed on my buttock. Now it was she was cutting my buttock open.
I groaned from pain.
�I guess that it is a fine moment to ask for a gag ball. If you scream it
will result in five extra lashes. If you take the gag ball you only get two. You
could have taken the gag ball for free if you had done it from the start. This
session is also about insight. You have to be truthful for yourself. Don�t
lie. You are a horny bitch. I can the juices running. Accept that you are a
sinner and receive absolution.�
I nodded. This was too much. Soon I had a huge gag ball in my mouth and next
Kristin continued her punishment. I struggled in my bonds as she served me the
last lashes. Muffled screams filled the room.
Exhausted I was lying on the table when Masuk entered the room. Kristin
addressed him. �Why is she here? Is she a prostitute?� She showed him how
wet I was. Masuk shook his head. �No. In fact she is a victim of a rape. The
conditions made it a crime where she came from.�
Kristin gawked. Masuk continued. �Kristin: You are a simple European with
little knowledge of our fine culture. Don�t judge anything you cannot possibly
understand.�
Masuks lecturing of Kristin seemed to make her see to that I was treated
well. She freed me and took me to her room. As a helper she had a room of her
own in connection with our dorm. Inside she asked to lie down on her bed.
�Relax a little. I am going to rub something into your wounds.�
As she started working on me I started to cry. Since I got here none had
comforted me, none had hugged me. We all acted like robots, this place was not
for humans. What kind of evil mind had invented such a system?
Kristin kissed me on my cheek. I was surprised. �What are you doing?�
�Giving you a privilege. You are not like most of the other students here.
They are like me sent here for our behavior. We have something to work for; our
freedom. You � on the other hand � has no motivation to finish the program
because you properly will be killed unless your family can find a place for you
where you can be kept out of sight until you die of age, so just lie still while
I show you something to live for.�
Her soft hands went all over my body. Slowly she caressed my breasts. A
strange feeling began to went through my body. She positioned herself on top of
me and started to lick my nipples. It was very confusing and it felt wrong. I
was supposed to give myself to a husband at some point, not to a person of the
same sex. I tried to pull away.
�Relax. It won�t hurt.�
I felt her tongue all over my body. Gradually she worked her way down to my
private parts. I felt a sensation like never before, but I was still confused
about what to feel. Was it a sin or not? Suddenly I couldn�t resist the
feeling and I disappeared into a dream world of pleasure that rolled through my
body.
Once she was finished she let me sleep in her bed for the rest of the day
while she returned to her duties.
A supper she returned and told me that it would be our secret never to be
revealed. The next day she acted, as it never happened.
Six months later I was entering the office of Mr. Masuk. I have to tell you what
did take in the mean time. With the help from Kristin, I managed to settle in
the daily life at the school. I had to visit the cellar several times. I
certainly deserved those licks and it helped me to strengthen me up. I had been
on regular status for 4 months.
Last month Kristin went back home. The couple of weeks before we all gathered
down in the cellar where Kristin allowed me to perform a part of the graduation
ceremony where she would received a severe whipping so she would remember why
she came and how hard she had worked to achieve what she did.
As
I placed the cuffs on her tears ran down over my face. I had so much to thank
her for and now she would be gone tomorrow. Kristin noticed my tears. �It should
be me, who should be weeping. I know that you will mark my bum severely, because
I expect you to perform your best as I have learned you.�
She was right. There was no time for self-pity. Kristin was gagged and I stepped
back. As I grabbed the cane, I hesitated for a moment before taking the
position. A part felt violated because I was forced to do this to Kristin, but I
also knew that she was expecting this from me and she as part of the school
aftercare program had to take something home so she could stay out of trouble.
I
landed the first blow on her buttocks. A red stripe appeared at once. I tried to
land the next ones apart from the first, but after 5 hits her flesh was torn. I
paused. I was in shock. Everybody just stood and watch me with surprise. I was
at that moment that Kristin turned her tearful face and gave me a look that made
me to understand that I had to go on; I had to continue. She really needed her
punishment. Her burdens, her past had to leave her. As I weighed down with
betrayal and bitterness over my banishment, she also had her past to deal with.
I
positioned myself and continued to give her licks. After 2 or 3 additional
licks, she gave in and produced repressed screams through the gag. It was
heartrending. I was sobbing throughout the process.
Finally I reached 17. The number of licks was always equal the age of the
graduate. When we released her, she couldn�t stand on her own feet. We carried
her into her chamber where we treated her bleeding buttocks. We didn�t remove
the gag during the treatment, which allowed her to bite hard into it.
When we were finished and she was left to sleep on her stomach, she thanked me
for my effort. I managed to leave the cell before I broke down in tears.
Kristin left and I became Room Captain in her place. I will never forget her for
all she learned me.
My
new role suited me. Some of the Room Captains had their power trips, but I knew
that one of the girls in my dorm would have the honor of caning me before I
would leave, so I tried to be fair with them.
Then I was called to the office of Mr. Masuk.
�Nazanin. I was approach by an elderly businessman, who needs a young man to
work in his harem. He will come and visit us in a month. I have been speaking
with your family and they agreed that it is time for Ahmed to leave the school
and enter the job he will have to serve in the rest of his lives. I need to
prepare him for the visit because the job has certain demands.�
�What kind of preparation does he need?�
�He has to be castrated.�
�Castrated?� It was barbaric.
�Yes. The customer demands it and I want your dorm to see to it.�
�But I am no doctor�
�Don�t worry. It is a very simple procedure, which is done 1000 of times every
year voluntary by many men all over the world.� He was quite firm and I knew
that there was no room for a protest.
Ahmed was lead to a bath room where he was cuffed on both hand a legs. He
stripped naked and was hoisted into the air in his arms and his feet was
fastened to the floor a little apart so he was fully exposed.
The girls from my dorm helped me with the removal of body hair at his private
parts. The gruesome instrument of terror he had used on me stood out in all its
pride during this procedure.
Next we put a ball stretcher on him. He moaned unaware about what was about to
happen to him. Weights were hooked on to the stretcher, which made him protest,
but we ignored him. Finally we inserted a plug in his behind so he wouldn�t soil
himself.
The girls saw to that he got something to eat.
The next morning we returned and freed him from the stretcher. The plug came out
but was replaced with a plug, which had a hose connected to it. We had to see to
that he was cleaned. We shoved a huge ball gag into his mouth before turning the
water on. I could see how his stomach was filled with water and he started to
pull at his restraints. He groaned from discomfort.
Once we were satisfied we left him for 15 minutes alone in the room. When we
returned we could see that he had passed out. We removed the plug and the
contents of his bowel ran out over the floor. When we had cleaned it, the plug
went in again and we started the process over.
When he regained consciousness after the second round we removed the gag and
gave him something to eat. He was totally exhausted. Before he was left alone
with a new plug firmly inserted the ball stretcher came on. The weights were
heavier and it could be long before he was ready.
Mr. Masuk inspected him at that evening and decided that it was time. The next
morning he got the same cleaning as the day before but instead of removing the
gag in the end, he was blindfolded. We dressed with rubber gloves and rubber
aprons.
I
took his penis in my mouth. We had to see to that he was empty before we started
the procedure. Soon he came into my mouth. It was massive. Mr. Masuk looked in
on us and pointed out that we had to see to that he was completely empty. I took
a strap-on dildo and forced it into his behind while the girl who helped
continued to suck his penis. After a while he came for the second time.
It
was time for his procedure. I careful took a steel wire around his balls. It was
connected to a bar with controls on it. I turned the power on. Ahmed must have
suspected what was about to happen because he began to scream into his gag and
shake without control. When I pressed button number two, a smell of bacon began
to fill the room. The wire turned red and Ahmed�s screams became louder. The
girl who helped me quickly saw to that the plug was pumped even more. We
couldn�t risk infection.
A
hissing sound mixed with his suppressed screams. I could see smoke from the
wire. Suddenly a part of his scrotum fell down on the floor. It was over.
Quickly I put some lubrication on and then we left him. I could hear how he
sobbed.
Over the next weeks we entered the room every morning and beside the cleaning
and breakfast, he also received a blowjob. The semen had to be clear, so he was
of no danger to any woman before entering his new job.
A
month later the businessman and his four wives visited us. Ahmed, who had been
in a cell once his wounds had healed, was taken naked to the room where they
waited. I was urged to stay in the room while they inspected him. The
businessman explained that he would be treated fairly but they demanded
completely loyalty and he had to know where in the hierarchy of their household
he belonged. He got a gag ball and something they called an armbinder. Then
businessman and his wives undressed. The wives held Ahmed firmly in place while
the businessman entered him. There was no preparation. It was hard and Ahmed got
a ride much worse the one I have given him. When the businessman came inside him
he stepped back. In the meantime one of the wives had found a strap-on dildo and
she took the place of the businessman. The gag ball came out and the businessman
shoved his cock into Ahmed�s mouth and ordered him to clean it. I could see how
Ahmed was crying. When the first wife was finished, she pulled off and let one
of the other wives take her place. Ahmed also had to suck her dildo clean. When
they all were finished. Ahmed dropped down over in the corner bleeding from his
behind.
Mr. Masuk entered
the room and asked whether the family did find their new servant satisfactory.
They all felt that Ahmed would be a splendid addition to their household. He
pointed in my direction, but Mr. Masuk shook his head. �No. I am not allowed to
sell her due to the wishes of her family�
I couldn�t believe
what I was hearing. Did my family keep me here until things were forgotten back
home? My head was filled with thoughts as we left Ahmed with his new family. I
was never to see him for the rest of my life.
A couple of months
later, Mr. Masuk called me to his office. Since Ahmed left us I had tried to
gather strength so I could ask him about my status at the school and how family
would deal with me once I graduated. But it was not that Mr. Masuk wanted to
talk with me about.
�Nazarin. I have
called you here to inform you that we will receive a couple of guests. We have
entered an international exchange program. A boarding school in Costa Rica is
paying us to show American students how a boarding school in our culture
functions. I have chosen you to provide guidance to the students who are very
unfamiliar with our culture and to keep them out of trouble. Are you prepared?�
�Yes dear sir. I am
honored to be entrusted this task.�
�They will arrive in
the airport tomorrow where I will meet them. You will show them their dorm and
how our school functions once they come here.�
Together with my
group we prepared the dorm. As we had seen in various books, women from the
western culture are used to other standards than ours. It would certainly be
stay which could take them out of their comfort zone.
They arrived late
the next day. They were very tired having flown across the Atlantic before
taking a flight here, so we showed them their dorm and soon there were sleeping.
The next morning I
met with the girls and it was there I met Susan. She was one of the American
girls at the first moment I laid eyes on her I could feel how we connected.
I showed her how to
dress and use the toilet. Then we went down to have breakfast before starting
school. They were quite familiar with our systems and it was a surprise but as
Mr. Masuk told me the self-paced education we use are somewhat adopted from the
States. My brother told me how they had to memorize a chapter from the Koran and
then tell it to the staff. Our computers allow the student to learn a certain
chapter and then take a test whenever the student is ready. However if the
student fails the test 3 times there is a consequence.
It took Susan a
couple of days before I had to give her the first consequence. I have to admit
that I in fact was afraid of this task. I didn�t know if the whip would scare
her soft white skin, but she took the 4 lashes I had to give her rather well.
The only odd about my task was that I got quite wet at my private parts. What
was it with Susan? She was not like the other girls.
A
couple of days later we were down at the market when a disaster happened. Susan
mentioned some forbidden words and I could see how the local citizen were about
to lynch them. Somehow the news about foreigners had reached the town and they
were not too happy about non-believers walking around of holy land, so this
insult regardless of how innocent it was just brought the angry mob over the
top. At once I ordered the girls back to the school and we reached it without
being attacked.
Mr. Masuk understood the seriousness of the situation and while I was afraid
that he blamed me, he let me understand that it wasn�t the case.
Our local Iman came to our school and met with Mr. Masuk and me in the office. I
apologized and offered to take the punishment on because I felt guilt about not
having warned them properly in advance. The Iman thanked me for taking
responsibility for insisted that Susan should be punished severely. Masuk phoned
the boarding school where the girls came from and both the Iman and I learned
that it was not an ordinary boarding school but a school like mine for teens
at-risk of turning out delinquent adults.
They talked long and hard about punishment and came to a compromise where the
Iman would cane Susan every weekend until she left. I also got 5 lashes due to
my poor supervision.
However, the first caning did almost kill Susan and it was clear for all that
she would not leave from the school without risk of long-term impact from the
caning. A new agreement was made where the Iman came to our school and I soon
learned a lot more how our cultures are very alike when it comes to parents
seeking control of their children when they rebel.
I
didn�t avoid my 5 lashes, but I had been through so much, so it wasn�t so hard.
Despite the fact that I failed her, my friendship with Susan grew tighter. I had
feeling for her; feelings that I never had felt for at person before. Whenever I
looked into her eyes, I could see that she wanted to say something to me. I
began to think what kind of life I would have after leaving this school. Would I
return home or would I end up as servant by a wealthy family? My questions were
soon to be answered.
Mr. Masuk called me to his office. He was in a state of shock. He asked me to
sit down.
�Nazanin. I don�t know how to tell you this. There had been a terrible accident
involving your father. He is dead. Your brother had taken control over the
family business and he discovered that your parents have paid for your stay here
until they could find a suitable placement for you.�
�Oh. That�s the reason I wasn�t sold like my cousin.�
�Exactly. But your brother has demanded that we dispose of you permanently.�
�How?�
�We will receive an extra sum for killing you.�
�What?�
�Yes. It is true. He wants you dead to make sure that his honor is preserved. He
wrote me that he cannot risk for you to reappear anywhere. Just to make sure
that we don�t cheat him, he wants us to tape the execution. He must really hate
you.�
�Since he returned from his boarding school, he hasn�t been well, but it is his
call and I have sinned. I will take my punishment.�
Mr. Musak looked directly at me. �I have a plan which maybe can save you. It is
risky, very risky, but it can save your life.�
I
looked at him.
He
knew my question. �Why do I want to save you? Well, first you are a good
student. We don�t like losing income. Normally you would have been sent to
Europe or the States serving with a family after graduation or simply sold to a
harem and we would have split the earnings with the family. This way we have
wasted a lot of time. I hate wasting time, so I have contacted the head of the
boarding school in Costa Rica and we have made an arrangement for you to go
there under a new identity � if you survive.�
During the next hours we went through how my death should be staged. My brother
has always been very suspicious and the plan involved a lot of risk. Instead of
being stoned I was supposed to hang. Fortunately he had been traveling a lot in
the Middle East and liked suspension hangings as they do it in Iran. He had sent
a couple of videos to Mr. Masuk showing some poor souls kicking while they were
strangled to death during an official execution for inspiration.
Now we only needed executioners. My brother wanted women to execute me because
he wanted to show the video to his friends and future daughters whenever he
needed to demonstrate control.
I
felt that the only person I could entrust with this task was Susan, but to be
sure that she could the whole way I had to make her tougher. A young man Kodwo
was about to be sent to a harem to work as a servant. Susan was brought along
when we prepared him for his upcoming job and while she was shocked she was able
to go the entire way without passing out. She had what I was looking for.
I
decided to bring her even closer to me.
That night she came to my cell and I revealed my story about the rape. The only
part I left out was about my cousin and told her that the rapist was a plumber.
The truth about how my family betrayed me was still hurting me too much. We
became lovers that night and I got to taste her for the first time.
Early in the morning she promised that she would be there for me.
I
was very uneasy with the plan. We couldn�t fake the gallows. I had to strangle
to near death before they could cut me down.
But my brother wasn�t satisfied with my death. Apparently his friends in town
had teased him with our family�s lack of control with our women. Mr. Masuk had
been receiving instruction of how I was going to spend the night up to the
execution in a letter, which I was not allowed to read. I was really scared.
What did he have in mind for me?
The day before my execution, the girls from my dorm came for me. I could see
that they were crying. They escorted me down to the basement where a chamber was
prepared for my ordeal.
First I was asked to undress and sit down in a chair equipped with leather
straps. When I was secured one of the girls turned a camera on. I blushed and
sobbed because my dignity was exposed for whoever was to see the film in the
future. The girls started to shave my head. The removal of all other body hair
including the hair at my private parts was next.
They released me from the chair and followed me down to the bathroom where I
received a number of enemas. They were painful and I wondered what was awaiting
me. When I returned to the cell, I noticed a wooden bar hanging down from the
ceiling. A heavy pair of leather cuffs were locked on to my hands and connected
to the bar. They hoisted me a couple of inches off the ground. Leather cuffs
were put on my feet and connected to rings in the floor they pulled the bar so
my body was painfully stretched. I groaned from the discomfort.
One of them stood before me.
�Nazanin: We are going to put this leather corset on you. It doesn�t seem to fit
but we have no choice but to try.�
The fabric went around my body and they began to tug in the laces. I gasped as
the air was forced out of my lungs. Relentless tug after tug decreased the
measurement of my waist.
�We can close it entirely yet. We have to wait a little to let the fabric rest.
Make yourself as comforted as possible. I don�t that it hard. We will pray to
our prophet that you are able to bare your torment with bravery.�
They left.
My arm began to hurt. It didn�t take long before the room was filled with my
moaning. I couldn�t help myself. I was in pain and the worst part was that my
brother would receive the tape and enjoy the contents.
I
was haft unconscious when they returned.
They continued to tug the laces. I was only able to produce a silent grunt at
every tug. In the end they managed to close the corset entirely.
�20 inches. That�s fine�.
My
sight was blurred due to the lack of air.
Someone stood before me. When I focused I saw that it was Susan.
�We are going to leave you for the night. You need something to drink but we are
not allowed in our room.� She had tears in her eyes. �Open your mouth. I am
sorry to do this.�
�I
opened my mouth and a rubber thing went inside. It was awful. It reached down my
throat. I gagged. Susan tried to comfort me �I know that it is a penis gag. I
know that it is degrading, but there is no other way.� Finally I got it inside
and she buckled the strap behind my head. There was a small tube went up to a
bag with water. There was a timer on it. Susan explained that the timer will
release a little water every hour. I believed that they were getting ready to
leave when Susan took a chair and stepped up and held my head looking me
straight into my eyes. �What we are going to do now would hurt like hell. Bite
into the gag.�
I
didn�t understand what she meant, but the other girl moved around behind me and
suddenly I felt her touching my private parts. It felt odd and I tried to look
down, but Susan held my head. �Don�t look�.
Suddenly I a pain went through my body as I had never felt before. It was as
they were using a scissor down there. I screamed and screamed. Susan kissed me
on my forehead. �Bite on the gag. I cannot do anything.� She sobbed.
When I was about to get used to the pain then a second jolt of pain came from
below. I cried and the pain was so violent that it thought that I was dying.
Susan continued to hold my head and kissed me on the gag. I don�t remember for
how long it took but finally my body accepted the pain and Susan stepped down.
My face was a mess. Tears dropped down on the floor. What kind of evilness had
they been forced to do? It just hurt so much.
She stood up on the chair again. In her hands she had a couple of metal items.
She played a little with one of my nipples so it stood out and then she quickly
grabbed it and clamped the metal item on. It hurt like hell and a muffled scream
left me. She repeated the process on the other nipple. Then she stepped down a
second time and asked me to look at her.
Susan explained that my brother wanted me to use the night to think about my
sins and all the pain I had caused the family, so they had been ordered to give
me both a pair of labia clamps and nipple clamps on. She held up a mirror and I
saw two weights hanging down between my legs.
�We will leave you for the night. The webcam provides stills every fifth minutes
for your brother. Yet again. We are sorry.
They lowered me to the ground. When the cuffs came off, they asked me to place
my arms behind my back. A single glove was pulled over my arms and they began to
lace it. My shoulders hurt but I tried to remain as calm as possible. It wasn�t
their fault. Once they were finished they secured the sleeve with a strap and
saw to that the straps going around my shoulder was tight also.
Next they came with a gag ball. It had straps going around my head and under my
chin. I was barely able to have in my mouth. It took just minutes before my chin
was sore, but I couldn�t spit it out due to all these straps holding it into
place. There was a D-ring on the end of the single sleeve which they tied to a
rope. Soon I found myself in the very painful strappado position.
�Nazanin. We are ordered to insert this into your behind.� She held a 10 inches
plug up with ribs and they started to lick it so was easier to insert it. They
moved behind me and started to pres the plug against my behind. It hurt. It was
too big.
I
tried to scream but my screams were suppressed due to the gag.
�One� They counted once it passed my sphincter. I bit so hard into the gag that
I thought that the ball would crack.
�Two�. The pain was awful.
�Three�. Tears ran down over my face. It was like being split in two.
�Four. It is in�. I was on the verge of collapse.
They did show me a dildo and asked me spread my legs as much as possible. It was
at that time I noticed the camera. He wanted to tape the preparations also that
bastard. It was carefully placed before it suddenly was rammed up inside me. The
shock and pain made me scream.
The plug and dildo were secure with a leather strap going to a belt. As
instructed the strap was secured to tight that it cut into the flesh at my
private area.
It
was time to go to the gallows.
As
we walked down the hallway, I became more and more nervous. I had promised
myself that I would go to the gallows with dignity but I knew that it could go
wrong and I could die. Unlike the first time I was standing before my execution,
I wasn�t ready to accept my fate. I had learned too much to just accept that I
was to blame.
They held the noose before me and I tried to pull back. With a quick move they
got it over my head and they pull the rope tight. I was sobbing. Susan took the
remote and activated it so the rope was hoisted. I was forced onto my tiptoes.
She came over to me and looked into my eyes. She sent me an �I am sorry� look
before they put nipple clamps on. It hurt so much. I cried of pain but the gag
stopped the most of it. I had to concentrate not to jump around as it would have
strangled me.
Susan stepped back. Then they did nothing. They just waited. I tried to move my
weight around but it did only tighten the noose.
I
must have stood so forever. I drifted in and out of half- unconsciousness. The
pain from my nipples was unbearable. I gave them a pleading look to finish me
off. Could they not get this over with? I wanted relief from the pain.
Suddenly the rope started to move again. My feet left the ground and the rope
began to cut into my throat. I coughed and tried to catch air, but with every
cough I felt it like my lunges were being emptied bit by bit.
A
sharp pain coming from my neck began to grow and I felt how my feet searched for
the ground. My body felt heavier. I was panicking. Drool ran down from beneath
the gag. I could hear my heart pound violently. I desperately tried to free my
hands and it made me turn and spin. Suddenly I was kicking. I was dying.
My
bladder gave away and I felt how my urine ran down my leg. My sight began to
face. I had never felt such a pain as the one which came from my neck, but I
also felt how a cold went down my spine where it ended with an explosion of
mixed sensation and pain. My body was so heavy. My legs stopped kicking. Only
the rasping sound left me when the last air left me. My head pounded. It was
pain all over. The world went black.
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