The inside of the Corrections Farm, and the beginning of her new life

Pembleton led the way, while Officer Ross grabbed the elbow of poor, silent Princess Yania, escorting her around the van. For the first time she saw the massive structure that composed the interior area of the farm. Wide, squat, with a sloped roof, she was half walked, half pulled by Ross through the metal doors.

The entrance split into two hallways, each labeled in red paint with an arrow and letters. One way read "FACILITIES" the other read "STABLES AND EXTRACTION". Princess Yania was led down the left way, Facilities.

Yamia passed a blur of rooms. Most of the doors were closed, and each one had a button that could be pushed to automatically open it. Each room was named, Corrections, Training Room A, Training Room B, Medical, Inspections, Corridor A, Discipline, and more names similar in nature. Finally, she reached her destination: "Processing".

It was a smaller room, with a couple closets, a medical monitor, sink, chairs, and other items. Mostly it reminded Yania of a large doctor's exam room. In the center was something that reminded Yania of an old time pillory - a large rectangle wooden block with leather padded holes that were clearly meant for a person's head and arms.

Yania swallowed in fear. Once she was placed in that device, she would be completely ****, completely exposed.

"Princess?" Pembleton's English accent drew her attention from the device. He was holding a long metal rod with two prongs. He pressed a button on the handle and with a buzzing noise a thick electric spark jumped between the prongs.

Apparently Pembleton thought that demonstration was enough of a display of his power over her, as he turned his attention from her to Officer Ross. "You can loose the **** now, Officer Ross." ****... no one had used that word yet. It was a fitting description of Yania's current place though. A ****.

"Unless you would like to enjoy the show, Officer?"

Ross started unlocking Yania's restraints. "I've got places to be, Pembleton. Don't get carried away here, we need you ready. I'll contact you."

Pembleton smiled, "I wonder... if what I've heard is true? Would you be more inclined to stick around if this were a Workman's Camp instead?"

Ross' hard expression became even harder, if possible.

"Hah, don't look so sour, Officer! A little joke, no harm intended."

"Just be ready, Pembleton." Officer Ross stiffly turned and exited, the door latching audibly behind him. Yania was almost sad to see him go. He was probably as much her enemy as everyone else that she had seen in the last two days, but at least he hadn't gone out of his way to mistreat her. And now she was alone, nothing separating her from her new life and the traitor Richard Pembleton but the thin fabric of her hospital gown.

"In you go, Princess." Pembleton was waiting, the jaws of the pillory open, stun rod in hand.

Yania dragged her feet closer, closer, until she stood before the device. Not meeting Pembleton's eyes, she slowly lowered her head until it rested on the cool padded leather of the central hole. She **** herself to move her hands, placing each wrist in its respective hole. The pillory closed, latching Yania into place. Her gown hung down, her privates were exposed, and she was trapped in the processing room with the man that had taken away her dignity and her life.