Court martial.

When the shuttle carrying the two captured rebels arrived back at the Persephone Joanna was surprised to find the the whole of Angel company and all the off duty crewomen on parade in the shuttle deck. They lined opposite walls in ranks, the Angels in their khaki dress and the ships crew in blue and white. Captain Singh and her second in command along with Lieutenant South formed a short row facing the shuttle. The officers were in parade dress, dazzling white for the spacefleet and green for the Lieutenant. Behind the officers a metal post had been erected about eight foot tall, near it's top thick metal rings were welded. Joanna instantly knew that an example was about to be made of the two rebels. She'd witnessed similar court martials only a couple of times during her years of military service, but they left a lasting impression on those that witnessed them. Joanna and the corporals shepherded the prisoners forward to stand in front of the officers. Lieutenant South stepped forward with an iris scanner and the two rebels submitted to the scan without incident. The scanner was handed to Captain Singh who read the data screen and cleared her throat.

"Get rid of those bloody stupid uniforms Sergeant." Captain Singh barked, making Joanna jump to attention.

Joanna stepped up behind the prisoners and seized hold of the shoulder straps of the womens tops. Her power armour easily gave her enough strength to rip each of the uniforms off the rebels in one go. The tattered remnants slid down to the prisoners feet, leaving them naked except for their kneehigh boots and handcuffs. If Captain Singh had been hoping to shame and cow the rebels by stripping them in public she was disappointed. They seemed amused by her actions and stared at the assembly grinning and making no attempt to cover their nakedness.

"Troopers Beth Johnson and Rumiko Hasagawa, you are charged with mutiny. Under the military emergancy act you have no right to trial." Meera Singh informed them loudly. "The penalty for lower ranks is flogging and twelve years penal servitude. If you repent of your actions and willingly cooperate you will spared the flogging and your sentance will be halved."

There was a long pause as the Captain gave the rebels the opportunity to aleviate their punishment. The pink haired rebel's gaze dropped and she moved her hands down to cover her pussy. An almost audible sigh went round the hanger as it appeared she was about to repent of her crimes. This was replaced by a gasp of surprise and indignant shouts from the officers as the mutineer spread her pussy lips and began to relieve herself. A stinking yellow stream jetted forward and the rebel swung her hips to spray her piss over the trousers and boots of the three officers. They retreated in confusion as the two prisoners burst in to raucous laughter.

"Very well, flog the animals." Captain Singh roared, her face red with fury. "Let's see how funny they find that."

Joanna nodded to her two corporals and the NCO's grabbed the prisoners cuffs and dragged the naked women to the upright post and secured the handcuffs to the rings high above their heads. The rebels were **** to stand on the tips of their toes with bootheels clear of the deck and their large firm breasts flattened against the cool steel. A naval chief petty officer stepped forward carrying two whiplike carbonfibre rods and handed one each to Elli and Inez. The NCO's waited patiently as the CPO pulled a set of electric clippers from a bag and approached the prisoners. Quickly and effeciently she shaved the heads of the two rebels, their shorn hair falling to small piles at their booted feet. Joanna watched the ritual stony faced, every rehearsed step of the punishment was designed to **** and humiliate a prisoner. It served as a stark warning to those watching that dereliction of duty was the ultimate sin in the military.

Once the prisoners had been shaved bald the CPO about turned and marched back to the ranks. Joanna nodded again and Xia and Lopez took position, the swish and crack of the rods echoed like gunshots in the deathly hush of the shuttlebay. Joanna closed her eyes trying not to imagine how it must feel to be debased and punished like this. For the first six strokes the mutineers were silent, then they began to moan with each lash of the rod. It took a couple more strikes for the sergeant to realise something was wrong, their moans sounded strange. Joanna opened her eyes. The buttocks and upper thighs of the rebels were bright red with each weal mark standing out clearly. By now prisoners were usually screaming and begging, these rebels however were moaning for an entirely different reason. The naked women were pressing themselves hard against the post, their hips moving jerkily as they mashed their shaven pussies against the smooth metal. A murmer of shocked awe went through the ranks of Angels and ships crew.

"Oh goddess, yes." The rebel with flame tattoos sighed, her raw beaten buttocks quivering as she frotted herself against the post. "Yes, yes, yessssss."

A long cry of ecstasy left everyone in no doubt that the woman had driven herself to orgasm under the lash of the rod. Her oriental companion was only seconds behind her, squealing as she spasmodically ground her quim against the upright. The two corporals stopped the beating and stepped back having delivered the ordained number of strokes for the women's crimes. They looked to Joanna for direction, who could only give a slight shrug and nod towards the two nude criminals. By now it was expected that a prisoner would, at best be semi conscious and would need to be dragged from the assembly. The rebels staggered momentarily when the cuffs were released from the rings, but then straightened. Their eyes were glazed and blissful smiles were on their lips as they quietly permitted themselves to be led from the shuttle bay.

Captain Singh was livid with anger that the punishment had descended into a farce.

"Dismiss." The officer bellowed and turned on her heel and strode tight lipped from the hanger