More crimes

The morning sun came through the window when Hannah woke up. She had actually managed to get some sleep, even in this **** bondage.

Daisy came in, milked herself over the cereals, and served them in the manner which was starting to become the “normal”way: spread and mangled, under her nose, requiring her to lick it up if she wanted to get any nutrients at all.

The worst thing was that eating like this went so slow. She had to lean slightly further forward for each lick, which wasn’t exactly easy for a colon and neck who were already stretched to the limit. Then she could take one or two quick licks, before the muscles gave in and her head bounced back from the plate. She would need a few seconds of respite before she could find the strength to repeat the motion and get another lick. Her muscles started screaming “No More!” before her appetite was satisfied, even though the plate wasn’t empty.

When she couldn’t find the strength anymore, she just hung there, exhausted, the plate still hovering over her pussy.

It must have been Daisy who had reported her. Or rather, reported Brielle. She hadn’t noticed the small wall speakers before, when they suddenly spoke up in the course of the morning: “This is a disciplinary announcement. A thorough investigation has brought to light that one of our performers, Brielle Thirteen, has failed to apply prescribed hornificators to the body of trainee Hannah Thirty-two while executing her bedding procedures. Those involved will be heard by the Circus Board at short notice, where appropriate measures will be decided. End of announcement. “

It wasn’t even three minutes before the door to Hannah’s cabin swung open. Arnold pushed Brielle inside quite roughly.

“Now look at that!”, he shouted at her, “don’t you think that is completely immoral and disgusting? How do you think she will ever get trained when basic circumstances aren’t maintained? ”

Brielle had bowed her head, looking at the floor, while Arnold’s scolding continued: “Do you have something against this girl? Don’t you remember how hard it was, before you could take the Circus Oath? Don’t you want to spare her that, and make her submission as easy and fast as you possibly can?”

He looked down on the silent and meek Brielle. Finally his anger broke and he sighed. “Ah well. Untie her, and take her to the Board Room. “

Brielle rushed to comply, and started untying knots and unwinding ropes around Hannah’s body. She realized that this was actually the worst moment; when the blood flow to the numbed limbs was restored and they gradually returned to life, the sharp stings of pain in her muscles finally had room to scream about their torment.

But she received no time to recover. Brielle blindfolded her, then herded her through the corridors and salons of the ship to the Board Room. There was a different atmosphere in the air in the whispered voices around them. Like an excited suspense. And it wasn’t about Hannah; even with her blindfold on, she could clearly feel that the focus of male attention was on Brielle.

Hannah was sat down on one of the witness chair before her blindfold was removed. Next to her was Daisy, and opposite them was a large, U-shaped conference table. Arnold said at the head, and about eight other men, mostly greying or balding, were gathered around it. Behind a pulpit to the left stood Ceasar, proud and ready to prosecute a new crime against the Circus. On the right was Brielle, lonely and small on the hard wooden floor. Some dry rice had been spilt around, making sure that the grains would bite into the skin of her knees as she knelt. Hannah could feel that there was an audience behind her, but she didn’t dare turn around to see who they were, or how many. It sounded like many.

Caesar held up a piece of paper, and began his plea: “In my hand I have the recipes for yesterday night for mrs. Tirty-Two,” he pointed at Hannah, “and on page three it says, and I quote: ‘Apply vibe code C-23 inserted depth 10, angled forward 20, set to 40 Hz, and leave simmering overnight.’ ”

He turned to Daisy and said: “Mrs Nineteen, when you brought mrs. Thirty-Two breakfast this morning, did you see any indication that she might have been subject to any simmering?”

“No, Sir.”

“How do you know?”

“There was no vibe inserted at all. And no indication that it had been. Her pussy was completely dry. “

“Do you think it is possible that is was removed shortly before you entered?”

“No Sir. That would have left residual hornification. There was none.”

“Thank you, mrs. Nineteen. Nothing further.”

Arnold said to Brielle: “Mrs. Thirteen, does the defense have any questions for this witness?”

Brielle still wore her gag, but she shook her head now.

Caesar then called Hannah. It seemed useless to deny that she hadn’t worn any vibe overnight, she’d just stain herself with perjury when everything was already known anyway. He just asked her some basic questions, and made Hannah confirm that she hadn’t received any genital stimulation during the night, and had only been in her tight bondage.

When it was Brielle’s turn to interview Hannah, she asked: “When I was bedding you, did you make a request of me?”

“I did,” Hannah said, hoping there was at least this little way she could help Brielle.

“What did you ask?”

“I asked you not to apply the vibrator, in fact I begged you. You had pity on me, not wanting me to go to the double **** of the straining bondage and the hornification… and you put it away as a sign of mercy.”

Brielle turned to the Board table, and added: “It was born out of pity for my sister. She’s subjected to a heavy regime, heavier than I have ever seen in this place. And she is struggling through her training with remarkable perseverance and dedication. I thought she deserved this small leniency. I rest my case. “

Arnold took his chin in his hand and stroked it a few times before he replied: “The state of mind of the subject had already been considered by your betters when designing her recipe. It is not the place of a mere performer to re-evaluate it. Personal sentiments like pity can never be a reason for interfering with recipes. By God, you have been here for two years… haven’t you learned anything?”

Brielle was all meekness, just nodding numbly.

“We can’t leave this to the crop or the flogger, Brielle. It shall be the cane. Ten strokes. “ He banged a hammer on the table, as a sizzling sigh could be heard from the audience behind me. ‘By God, they are looking forward to see this done!’, Hannah thought.

Brielle was led to a podium, where she was bowed forward across two horizontal bars, and then bound to them. Daisy was selected as the executioner, a reward for her initial discovery of the crime. She wasn’t the one to hold back when she could freely batter a **** Sister’s ass. Brielle jolted and wailed in her fetters as the deluge came down on her.

It seemed to last forever, though the strokes came pretty fast and it can only have been a few minutes. When they ended, Brielle’s ass was a horrific mess of red, purple, and black welts. The pain must have been too strong to even weep properly; she just hung across the horizontal bars like a wet rag.

As Hannah watched the scene in horror, and people started leaving the room, she simply couldn’t manage to get up, and she realized, it is unlikely that I will be spared from hornification any time soon.