Punishment

I gave up struggling and met the eyes of the governess once again. She was grinning mischievously at my predicament. I asked her how long the layer takes to break, “Oh it depends what setting you had it on, let’s have a looksie shall we.” The Governess looked over the side panel of the cabinet, “It seems that this was on the highest possible setting, you completely burnt it out in fact.” That didn’t sound good. She flipped through the instruction manual to gain more information whilst circling around me. I felt extremely uncomfortable as her and the guards all slowly drank in the view. “Looks like there’s not much here, the highest setting is meant to be 24 hours but it seems there was a coolant leak in the chamber and you got the full contents of the chamber. We could be looking at up to 3 days, a week even.”

Never have I felt so hopeless and defeated than in that instant. I tried begging her to try and free me but she insisted that it was both impossible and dangerous. Just when I was feeling low she also reminded me that she had promised a punishment for if I ever left the Stormcage again. And so for God knows how long the guards would routinely drop my statuesque form off in the most crowded areas of the Stormcage. I was displayed in the canteen, the basketball courts, the library you name it. The guards also had to spoon feed me and drop me off in a cubicle which just added to my humiliation.

What’s worse was that the prisoners joined in on the fun. I got various slaps and pats on the bottom or my breasts squeezed; I was drawn and written on in markers; I was painted on with bright colours and showered in glitter; I was honeyed and feathered and sent sliding across the newly cleaned floors. At one point I was even left stuck in one of the basketball hoops.

But at last the treatment has wore off and I’m allowed to put clothes on again. Makes little difference now sadly as memory of my nude form will probably remain with the inmates and staff for the rest of their lives, probably helps that they’ve got plenty of photos to keep as reminders. But it’s not all bad, the Governess told me that the nanites were deactivated and the punishment system wouldn’t come into effect again, I guess I’d been served enough humble pie for her lifetime, and the Doctor’s coming back again tonight. Oh god I’d forgotten that the Doctor also came to visit me during my predicament as well, so I’m not going to live this one down with him either.

Oh and you know that message I tried to send through his coat? Turns out he never got it, one of his earlier incarnations bought the coat at the market first. So this was all an elaborate and twisted bootstrap paradox it seems, all in service of making sure the Doctor be the laughing stock of fashion for a lifetime. Well at least he suffered a little to I guess, even if he didn’t seem to care about it. Oh well. At least only the people here will know what happened, the rest of the universe should hopefully be left in the dark.