Sierra's Rampage (2)

Reflecting back later Sierra would certainly admit it.

She went too far.

But in the moment she genuinely believed she was doing a good thing.

Mostly.

It all started shortly after leaving Bacon Me Crazy. She'd had a wonderful meal, a good fuck, and fucked with enough people to satisfy her urge to run wild.

Then she saw a newspaper headline.

She didn't follow the news much, but she bought the paper and started to read the article. She had no idea prison overcrowding was such a bad thing. The conditions sounded terrible and recidivism rates were high. What was even the point of them?

Surely she could fix this with just a few words in her notebook.

So she did.

Canada:

Old Rule: Incarceration and isolation-based punishments were abolished in 1985. All wrongdoing will instead be addressed through community-based accountability and restorative punishment. Sentences handed out by a court of law cannot be broken except by successful appeal.

She thought she was doing a good thing. No more jails, people still get punished, everyone wins.

Not.

Thinking back she wasn't quite sure what she envisioned the punishment to be instead of jail. She really should have specified.

She didn't notice any immediate change. Except the newspaper headline changed to a story about the government forcing workers back into the office. She tucked the newspaper under her arm and went for a walk.

She started to notice differences right away. Just little ones, but good things.

The street was way cleaner. She couldn't spot a spec of garbage anywhere, not even a cigarette butt.

In fact the sidewalk wasn't just cleaner, it was newer. Had the city somehow increased the public works budget? The road was free of potholes too and the buildings all seemed cleaner and freshly painted.

There also weren't any homeless people anywhere she could see.

She thought her rule must have made things better...until she turned the corner and saw the square in front of city hall.

The square was packed with people, all of the staring at the large platform in the middle. It was made of wood, but it was obviously a permanent structure, not a temporary one. There was a strange wooden frame on top of the platform with a rope dangling down and a man and a woman stood beside it.

The man was dressed like...

Oh God.

An executioner? Was that a noose?

No no no. That's not what Sierra wanted!

She grabbed the rulebook and turned the page and tried to erase her rule.

But nothing happened.

"Damn it!" She looked up just in time to see the man tying the woman's hands over her head, suspended from the frame above.

Ok...well it wasn't a hangman's noose. But then...

The man took out a knife and the woman screamed as he unceremoniously cut off all her clothes. The crowd cheered.

The nude woman thrashed about, but couldn't get free from the ropes.

The man walked over to the edge of the platform and picked up a nasty looking whip.

Sierra couldn't watch. This was her fault. Corporal punishment? This was worse than jail!

She fled from the square, only to bump into another woman and fall to the ground.

She looked up at the person she'd bumped into. She was breathtakingly beautiful, but also nearly nude. What was going on?

"Pardon me," A man beside the woman spoke. Sierra hadn't even noticed him at first, "My **** wasn't paying attention. I'll punish her later. Are you alright?"

****?

"What are you doing?" The man said harshly to the woman, "Help her up you fool!"

The woman helped Sierra to her feet and Sierra couldn't help but notice the thick collar around her neck.

"I-I'm fine. It was my fault. Really." Sierra said. She side stepped the couple and ran away.

She pulled the newspaper out and started reading through it. There was a crime and punishment section. Notices of public punishments. Listings of slaves. It was horrible.

"I didn't mean this!" She cried.

She took a breath. She had to fix this. She quickly added another rule. She'd ban corporal punishment...no, she'd ban **** entirely!

Old Rule: No one may intentionally use **** against another person.

There. Done. She turned and headed back to the square, expecting to see the cruel whipping gone.

And it was. Sort of.

The woman was still there, being punished. Except she wasn't being whipped anymore. Instead she, and three other people, were up on the platform and locked in pillories. They were naked and the crowd was shouting at them. Was this really better?

She fled the square a second time and sat down on a bench some distance away. She pulled out the newspaper and started reading it again. Her latest rule had far reaching consequences.

The end of **** did have many positive effects. No more ****, ****, or ****. All good things. But it wasn't just citizens who had been banned from ****, EVERYONE was banned from ****. Including the police.

If you commit a crime you can avoid punishment by simply walking away. The police try tactics like blocking you in or following you, but they cannot physically arrest you.

Not that many people did. Most people willingly allowed themselves to be arrested, it wasn't **** if you didn't resist, but the worst of the worst...

The state had mostly resorted to financial threats to **** people in line. Those with warrants for their arrest could have their funds frozen or confiscated until they gave it. The result was a system even more lopsided towards the rich than the previous one. Those poor people in the pillories would have voluntarily accepted that punishment in order to clear fines or other financial penalties.

Sierra groaned. She'd really fucked up.

Suddenly the unbridled power of the rulebook felt toxic. She was afraid to write anything else.

With a sigh she knew what she had to do. She had to return to Ken and Mira. She needed their help. She got up and headed back to campus.

Mira was furious. The piercing had been driving her crazy ever since Sierra left. She'd wanted to be teased, but not like this. What the hell was wrong with her?

Even worse she could just hide out alone. She had company.

"What a strange feeling...two sets of memories..." Keisha sat across from her, rubbing her temples.

"Wait...what?" Mira had it too. Sierra had just written a rule. A big one.

Ken's door burst open and Ken and the other maids came tumbling out, "What just happened?"

Keisha answered dispassionately, "It appears that Sierra brought back slavery. It can't effect any of us, but I now have memories of neighbours and friends being subject to rather cruel punishments."

"That idiot!" Ken groaned.

"It's ok. We can fix it," Mira said, "We just need to...to...toooOOOOO!" She closed her eyes as the clit piercing went full throttle all of a sudden. It was too intense, she couldn't even speak. When the wave finally passed she had to catch her breath before finished, "We put a time limit on it and cancel it."

"Ya, in 3 days." Ken said, "What is she thinking?"

"I think it's hot," Alyssa said, "I'd love to be your ****."

"Shut up Alyssa!" Mira said angrily, "You can roleplay on your own without the rulebook."

"Oh really? Well-" Alyssa started to fight back but Ken stopped her.

"Enough. That's enough. Be quiet Alyssa," ALyssa was **** to obey, "Ok. I'll text her. Ask her what the fuck she's doing."

Soon after they all felt a second shockwave through their memories.

"She did it again..." Ken said.

"Tell her to come here," Keisha said, "If she gropes me I can create a whole set of laws that will improve this country."

Ken sighed, "Ya, I already did. It's ok...we can fix this."

Mira wasn't so sure. What happens when you delete on old rule that was so wide ranging? Would people remember? She'd altered the entire course of history, could they really just cross that out?