Twenty two hours in restraints

An orderly came by periodically to check Claire's bonds and offer her water, which she was expected to drink. The one time she wasn't thirsty, the orderly used the strap hanging from his belt to redden her belly and also made a note on her chart that she was being uncooperative. She drank every drop from then on.

Such was the agony from the red goo on her pudenda, which seemed only to intensify over time, rather than fading as she might have anticipated, that she had no idea how often the orderly visited. It could have been every half hour or only every four hours. Fortunately, he never brought food, because the young redhead was nauseous from the pain and doubted she would have been able to keep it down. The torment also distracted her so that she didn't notice the way the man stared at her nearly naked body every time he came, but even if she had, she would never have reacted. Being a pretty girl, she was aware of the effect she had on men and knew that acknowledging it could have no good outcome for her.

Claire did not get a wink of sleep all night. Her sex seemed to pulsate with searing heat, almost (but not quite) eclipsing the pain from her judicial caning, reawakened by the doctor's paddle. The continual supply of water eventually filled her bladder to the point that she dared to brave the subject with the orderly on his next round, but he told her she couldn't be released to use the toilet until the next morning. If the aim was to humiliate the prisoner by forcing her to urinate into the absorbent pad, she really didn't care. Peeing into the drain in the treatment room had cured her of any shyness in that regard.

The next morning, another nurse arrived as promised, to change her dressing. Like nurse Mary, she was a curvy blonde in her thirties, but she didn't introduce herself, working swiftly and with minimal communication. First, she removed the plastic pants and pad, then released Claire's restraints, before finally speaking.

"Do you need the toilet before we continue?"

"Yes, thank-you, nurse," the suffering redhead whispered, her throat ravaged by the better part of a day and night spent screaming.

The nurse did not offer to help her up, so she awkwardly rolled herself off the bed and staggered over to the unyielding lavatory pan, upon which she sat, her flogged buttocks protesting, but not as much as her genitalia and bottom when she wiped afterwards. She then washed her hands in the sink and, at the behest of the nurse, cleaned her teeth.

"Follow me." The nurse led her to a shower block and into a cubicle, every pace sending stabs of agony into her crotch.

The water was at least a pleasant temperature as she lathered up with the liquid soap provided, but she could hardly bear to touch the parts of her body that had received discipline recently. She had to try, though, because the nurse was watching closely. Alas, her efforts turned out to be futile, because just when she thought she had finished, the nurse took a long spiral brush from a cabinet and handed it to the naked girl.

"Scrub yourself thoroughly, inside and out."

Claire took the brush disbelievingly. The bristles were stiff and coarse and scraping them over her throbbing flesh would be unbearable. Moreover, the brush was fairly big, certainly too large to insert within her comfortably. She stared at the awful implement for a moment, without moving. Then the nurse spoke.

"You know that you must be an enthusiastic and willing participant in your treatment or you will be returned to the penal system for further punitive custody. This is your chance to prove that. You told the doctor that you penetrated yourself with objects previously and it was confirmed that your hymen is not intact, so there shouldn't be a problem."

Claire brought the bristles to her genitals, but couldn't bring herself to scrape.

"I can't do it," she rasped in despair. "Just send me back. I can't take any more!"

"You do understand that further punitive custody will not absolve you of the requirement to complete your treatment? If you do not participate satisfactorily on this occasion, you will be sent for a judicial punishment and then returned here to begin again from scratch. Is that what you want?"

The distraught redhead realized she had ****. The nurse allowed herself a small smile when the prisoner began to grind the brush against her sex.

"Harder, girl. Don't stop until I say. Faster…faster! That is not enthusiastic enough. Imagine you're trying to rub your skin right off. If you don't start making an effort, I will have to report it to the doctor."

"Aaaargh! I thought it was supposed to make me go numb. It hurts more than ever!"

"The embrocation numbs your ability to feel pleasure and arousal, not pain. It may even make you more sensitive in that way; the data are inconclusive. Now, enough prevarication. Get scrubbing or I call the doctor."