Chapter 2

Time was a strange concept.

By the time her court assigned punishment finally arrived, Salwa had almost forgotten about the entire ordeal. It was hard not to between the various classes she had to take and the assignments that were due at school. There was a reason why the medical program at their college was described as a marathon after all. You go through one end feeling ready to take on the world, and by the time you exit four years later you find yourself wishing you had never gone through it at all.

That was neither here nor there though when it came to her already scheduled appointment at the local Punishment Center, and so after one last email to her professors explaining exactly why she wasn’t able to attend, it was off to the address she had carefully written down nearly two weeks before.

In for a penny, in for a pound…

The harsh gray façade of the building greeted her as she arrived, and she swallowed as she looked up. The night before she had barely been able to sleep. Every sound seemed to be amplified to twice its usual level, and not helping things was the fact that Emily had decided to bring another guy home. Salwa closed her legs at the memory. For three entire hours they had thrashed about, and by the time he had finally left it was already nearing dawn. Did they somehow transform into rabbits in the middle of it or something? How was it even possible for them to go at it for that long?

Even with two entire walls and a living room in between it was impossible not to hear, and curled up in her room on the other side of the apartment, she would be lying if she said that she hadn’t been affected by it at all. And while normally she wouldn’t have that much trouble ignoring the noise, the anticipation of her upcoming punishment only made it all that harder to push aside the feeling of warmth leaking out of her core. So much so that she had to stop her fingers twice from wandering too far down below her waist, and even then she had only won that fight more out of exhaustion rather than anything else.

When this was over, she thought, she was going to have a serious conversation with her roommate about assigning some quiet hours. Even with her door closed, the dreams that followed afterwards were hardly any fun. For a moment she had even thought that the person in charge of her case had forgotten about her request for a J39 and had tried to stick a finger up between her labia. Then she had woken up a moment later to find that her hymen was still very much intact, and that the only thing in danger of violating her purity was the crumpled up mess of her pillow.

Somehow, it had migrated all the way down between her legs while she slept. How it managed to do that without her noticing was a mystery she never wanted to solve.

“Here for an appointment?” said a voice.

Salwa looked up. The nurse seated behind the front desk blinked in response.

“What?” she said.

“Ma’am, I asked if you were here for an appointment,” said the nurse, “Otherwise the main viewing auditorium is over on your right if you want to watch.”

She smiled again like everything she just said was perfectly normal, and it took a moment for Salwa to react. Right, of course. A while ago they started to open up the events to the public so that any potential criminals could see exactly how they would be punished if they were caught, and ever since then it was as if someone had waved a magic wand. Swish, swoosh, and bam. No more violent gang members clogging up the prisons, and a never-ending source of tax revenue that never seemed to dry up. Only as good as that sounded, occasionally the system ended up dragging in people like her who found themselves on the wrong side of the law.

For not the first time, Salwa found herself wishing she had been a little more careful that night while driving herself back home. There was no use thinking about that now though, and so she **** herself to continue.

“Right,” she said, “I’m… uh, the first one. It should be under Salwa Farouk?”

“Ms. Farouk, how do you spell that…,” said the nurse. She typed something into the computer before looking up, “Oh, found it. Failure to control a vehicle resulting in a crash around two weeks ago, and a J39 for the insertion of an object up the anus for a period between fifteen minutes to one hour. That you?”

Spoken out loud, the punishment sounded much worse than it actually was. Or maybe it was just the way the woman continued to look at her as if nothing was wrong.

"Yes, that's me," she stuttered, “Can you not, umm-…”

“Not what?” said the nurse.

“Well, just not so loud-…,” said Salwa.

She trailed off, not exactly sure what to say, and the nurse blinked again as she felt herself blush. Oh bother. Clearly, this was going well. Not helping were the whispers coming from the side as a couple of the people passing by stopped to stare, and already she could see a few of the men pointing at her. One of them pulled out his phone to film, and already she found herself wishing that the ground would split open to cover her up. At least she had her hijab on right now, and so it wasn’t as if her hair was exposed.

“Look,” she finally said, shaking her head. It took some effort to move her mouth, “I’m here because the court told me to show up at this time, so is there anything that I need to fill out?”

“You mean for the preliminary portion of the exam?” said the nurse.

“Umm, sure,” said Salwa. She remembered seeing something like that in the letter, “If that’s what you want me to do.”

The papers were over to her right, and the woman handed her a pen to use. There was a small desk placed conveniently nearby, and she shuffled over to look at the forms. All thirty pages of it asking in excruciating detail exactly how she wanted her punishment to be delivered, and biting down on her lips she slowly read them over.

Behind her, one of the men took a couple of steps closer. She closed her eyes. The faster she got this over with, the faster she could go back home.

Name: Salwa Farouk.

Date of Birth: 7th April, 19XX.

Sexual Experience: Virgin.

History of Previous Punishments: None.

Punishment Preference: Standard, minimal pain tolerance.

Object Size Preference: No preference.

Would you like to have an audience present: No.

Preferred Insertion Location:

Please circle: A) Vagina B) Anus C) Other

The list went on and on. Each page seemed to open up another endless series of options, and a complicated points system kept track of her decisions to ensure that they met the minimum level required by the court. Under any other circumstance she would have found the entire thing quite interesting. In her current situation, however, not so much. Apparently they had turned the entire thing into a science, though it did seem a bit redundant to ask when she was already scheduled for a J39 and had specifically requested for her hymen be left alone.

Bit by bit, she started to write. There were more questions than she could count. Time passed as she filled out the rest of the forms, and eventually the two men watching her started to get bored. The one with the camera stopped to take one last picture of her before finally turning away, and then in the blissful silence that followed, it was finally back over to the nurse.

The woman looked up again as she set the stack of papers down.

“All done?” she said.

“All done,” said Salwa.

She rubbed absently at her fingers. After so many pages of saying over and over again that she really didn’t want to have anyone else watching besides the officer in charge of her case, her hand was really starting to hurt. If the nurse ever noticed though, then she made no mention of it as she copied the information over into her computer.

“Alright,” she said, “The system will take some time to update, but you’re up for session 3A today. That's Officer Hughes. Very thorough, but fair.”

“Compared to…?” said Salwa.

“It depends,” said the nurse with another smile, “Are you one of those silent types who likes to hold it all in, or are you a screamer?”

Before she could answer, however, the woman pushed on.

“Anyhow,” she said, “If you follow me I can show you where to sit while you wait. You'll be called when it's your turn. Also, props on you for showing up early by the way. I’ve only been working here for a couple of months so far, but you won’t believe how many girls end up getting in trouble for missing their appointment. We even had to send one back last week without her clothes if you’ll believe that. Apparently, she has a history of not showing up to any of the follow up sessions assigned to her by the court.”

It was only with a faint sense of embarrassment that Salwa tried to imagine how that might have gone for the poor girl. The nurse didn’t seem to mind all that much though as she stood up from the desk to lead her down the hall. Taking in a deep breath, Salwa followed along. They passed through one set of doors and then another, and despite the woman’s insistence on keeping up the conversation the silence only seemed to grow even heavier as their footsteps echoed over the floor.

Eventually there had to be an end to the journey though, and they stopped at last in front of what could only be described as just another normal waiting room. Well, as normal as it could get with several large posters of the various punishments available to them here plastered across the walls. Aside from that, it was just like the inside of a doctor’s office, only much less comfortable.

“You can take a short break here,” said the nurse, “Someone should come by to call you in a moment.”

Salwa swallowed hard as she looked around. Several other girls were already waiting ahead of them, and from the looks on their faces none of them were happy to be there at all.