Chapter 6

By the time they were finished with the warmup, Salwa was starting to feel rather sore. The generous amount of lubrication applied to her back there had helped a little, but given that this was the first time she had something shoved up her rear the discomfort still felt quite intense. Like she was being stretched apart in all the wrong ways, and not helping things at all was the emptiness that had slowly started to gather a little ways down below. Almost as if the walls of her vagina were just dying to have something to squeeze down against, and she couldn't help but squirm.

It was a little embarrassing with the officer standing right behind her, but there wasn't anything she could do about it at the moment with the restraints still holding her in place.

“Feeling alright down there?” he asked.

“No,” mumbled Salwa.

She tried not to move her hips any more than she had to. The fingers pushed a couple more times past the tightly stretched muscles of her ring, twisting about between her cheeks to make sure that every last bit of her rectum was thoroughly explored, and she bit down on her lips as they withdrew. At just a little over the halfway point the officer finally managed to get the second one inside of her, and from there on out it was as if the discomfort had only gotten worse. At least it was mostly over now though, so long as she didn’t think too much about the second part of her punishment that was sure to begin soon.

There was the sound of another drawer being opened, and she let out a sigh. She could still feel the memory of the fullness stretching her apart in a way she'd never experienced before. It was… strange, to say the least. Like her body somehow felt hot despite her lack of clothes. Already she could feel her nipples starting to harden again, and she was aware of herself in a way she had never been before. All the more reason to worry then, as the officer took out the next device that would be used to punish her hole.

“And now for the main reason why you’re here,” he said cheerfully, “It’s one of the smaller ones that we keep around, but it should be perfect for a beginner like you. We can always move up to the next size up though if you ever feel like it’s not enough.”

He held it up for her to see, and Salwa **** herself to look. At just a little over five inches in length, the entire thing was shaped like a smooth cylinder made out of silicone with one end rounded off. Harmless enough at first glance, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Not when there was a slot cut into the base for an attachment point, and she was still bent over the edge of the machine with her bottom thrust out.

There was the sound of the jar being opened again, and she winced as she felt another cold drop of lubrication sliding down over her anus. Biting down on her lips, she tried very hard not to move. She couldn’t have been more exposed if she tried, and the walls of her vagina seemed to tighten up even more in response. Only the familiar presence of her hijab was able to keep her from panicking. There was no way she would have survived if the device was aimed instead at the tightly clenched pinkness of her still virgin hole.

For all her shame, at the very least she would still be walking out of here with her purity left untouched.

“Relax for me,” said Officer Hughes, “The more you try and fight it the more it’ll hurt.”

“I’m trying,” mumbled Salwa.

Even as she said that though, it was a bit like asking her not to breathe. What girl in their right mind would **** themselves to relax so they could have something shoved up their butt? It just wasn’t natural. It was haram, a sin. Yet here she was bent over like a common criminal about to suffer the most personal of punishments.

The tip slowly slid forward, and she closed her eyes as she **** herself to go limp. Slowly she could feel herself being spread apart, and she grit her teeth as she felt the blunted end of the device push past the tightness of her backdoor. The warmup must have worked though since despite being much thicker than the fingers from before, it had no problem at all making it past the edges of her ring. Like her muscles had already gotten used to the feeling of being stretched apart, and she whimpered out loud.

“Oh…,” she gasped, “I can’t, it’s so…”

It was enough to send another rush of color flowing up across her face. The part of her that was still in control cried out in protest. This wasn’t right, it screamed, there was no government in the world that would ever condone such a brutal invasion of her body. At the same time though, another part of her seemed to have grown strangely quiet as if unsure what to do.

Salwa groaned again. Isolating that part of her mind, she shoved it aside even as the insert pushed another inch forward. Wasn’t she supposed to be appalled right now? She went to the mosque every week to pray. There was no way she would fall to something as awful as this. Only that as the piston reached its maximum depth inside of her, somehow it was as if there was nothing she could do to stop her walls from clenching down in turn.

Still watching from behind, the officer gave her a moment to adjust to the strange and intrusive sensation filling up her rear hole.

“How does it feel?” he asked, sounding somewhat pleased, “It’s all the way inside now by the way, if you couldn’t already tell.”

He blinked as Salwa grit her teeth. It was hard to speak against the butterflies floating around inside her stomach. She was being violated in a way that felt just wrong, and before she knew it her muscles were already starting to move. It hurt a little, but at this point she was starting to get used to the feeling of being split apart. Not so much for her other place between her legs though as her vagina let out another throb.

“It’s full,” she mumbled.

“In a way that’s bad, or in a way that’s mostly just uncomfortable?” said Officer Hughes.

“Uncomfortable,” said Salwa. She let out a sigh as she shifted against the restraints still holding her down, “Can you take it out now? It feels really weird and I think I learned my lesson-…”

It was only when the piston started to move again, however, that she remembered her punishment wasn’t quite over yet. What was it that the nurse had said before? Fifteen minutes to a full hour? Desperately she tried to glance over at the timer, but with her arms still trapped in the restraints there was no way she could turn her head far enough. The officer smiled again from behind her, and she gasped as he reached over to adjust a small knob on the machine.

“I’m afraid you still have quite some time left,” he said, “Do your best to hang on until then. That said, I think it’s safe to say that the worst of it is over for now. Now, it's just a matter of trying to endure.”

“Endure?” she gasped.

“Remember rule 3 from earlier?” he said, “Well, I won’t get into the details too much, but let’s just say that you might find yourself staying a little longer than intended if we think you’re starting to get a little too close.”

Wha-… too close to what? There was no way she would ever do something as embarrassing as that! Salwa opened her mouth to protest, but another thrust of the piston cut her off. The controls seemed to be linked to the speed of the machine, and she bit down on her lips as the device started to move. Slowly it drew all the way out until only the very tip remained pressed against her rear, and then without giving her so much as a single moment to gather her thoughts, the process repeated all over again from the start. Not too fast thankfully, perhaps only a full thrust every five or six seconds, but the movement was like a constant wave of discomfort that never seemed to slow.

Closing her eyes again, Salwa took a deep breath. Her vagina let out another tingle, stronger this time, and dimly she found herself wondering if the shame was starting to get to her. It was hard to see how that might be the case though, considering that the only thing she wanted right now was for the punishment to stop.

Thrust… thrust… thrust…

Thrust… thrust…

Thrust.

Like that, a while passed and then another. Gradually, she found herself settling into the uncomfortable position of trying not to move too much in response to the stimulation. It wouldn’t do for her to act as if she was enjoying herself after all, which she obviously wasn’t. She just wasn’t that type of girl. Not now, and not ever.

The situation wasn’t helped much as the officer pressed another button, and a camera rose up from below. It turned to stare at her crotch, and if it zoomed in far enough then there was no doubt that it would be able to see the softness of her hole. Like a tiny sliver of pink hidden away between the darker color of her labia, and she bit down on her in response. Already, she could feel a growing tightness at the top of her folds. She didn’t want to admit it, but there was no denying the way that her clit was slowly starting to grow hard. Pulling against the restraints though only made the feeling worse.

How long had it been now? Salwa groaned at the frustration. Surely they had to be getting close to the end. There was no way she could take much more of this, only that as the insert continued to push past her cheeks, it was almost as if her body was slowly starting to adjust.

“How much longer?” she gasped.

“Starting to feel a little heated?” said Officer Hughes.

He smiled, and Salwa tried not to shift her hips even more. There was no way she could tell him the truth like this while she was still fully naked and bent over. If she could just get back to her apartment then it would be a simple enough problem to solve, but until then there was nothing she could do but endure.

“Just tell me how long I have left,” she mumbled.

“Are you sure you want to know?” he said.

“Please, I feel so full,” she begged.

Against the misery that lined her voice, the officer finally gave in. His voice came across as just a little sympathetic.

“From the options you picked earlier in the packet, your sentence was declared by the computer to be thirty-seven minutes and forty-one seconds of anal discipline,” he said, “As of now you currently have about twenty-eight minutes and twelve seconds remaining. Just a little over a quarter of the way there, so as long as you keep it up then I don’t think we’ll run into any issues with your performance.”

He looked over softly as a whimper escaped her lips. She still had that much time left? There was no way it was that long. Already, it felt like an eternity had passed since the insert had first gone into her rear, and she had no idea how she was going to make it through another twenty-eight minutes of this ****. Each time the device bottomed out inside of her it was almost as if it was brushing up against a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her rear, and the fullness of the thrust only served to remind her how empty her vagina felt.

The walls of her tunnel let out another twitch, and the camera eagerly looked on as the first drops of wetness began to leak out past her slit. Slowly it flowed down the softness of her folds to gather at the end, and after dangling from the delicate nub of her clit for a couple more seconds it finally broke free to land in the collection dish placed between her legs. The first drop out of many, and Salwa desperately closed her eyes in despair.

She couldn’t afford this right now, she thought. Not when they were already this far in. There was a mark set halfway up the side, and she tried everything she could to stop her body from producing any more fluids. If the levels ever went over the limit then the entire session would be canceled, and then she would be left with **** but to make another appointment. If nothing else, the paperwork had been quite clear on that. She was supposed to be in the middle of a punishment after all, and not here for her own enjoyment.

“Hang on now,” said Officer Hughes, “Just a little under half an hour left.”

Salwa let out a groan. Her nipples rose up again from her chest. The insert bottomed out inside of her for what seemed like the thousandth time in a row, and down below she could already feel another trickle of arousal starting to appear.