The doctor came back in front her holding a speculum. Jill moaned as he used his left hand to stimulate her clit and the other hand to stimulate her vaginal lips. As her cunt began to open, the speculum was inserted sideways, then rotated downward and opened to the maximum. The doctor peered inside, shining a small penlight into Jill’s vagina. After in her perception long minutes, the doctor closed and withdrew the speculum, much to her relief.



Finally Jill was allowed to hop off the table but the exam was not over yet. She was told to turn around, reach over the table and grab the other side. Then she had to spread her legs wide. She knew what the position was for but still shrieked as she felt something against her asshole.



‘It’s a suppository explained the translator. It will help you to expel everything that’s in your bowel. We don’t want you to spoil the floor during the punishment, do we?’



In one movement the doctor inserted the suppository and his finger the full length in Jill’s arse. Jill let out a scream and began to really squirm on the table. The doctor barked something and steadied her hip’s movement with his free hand. A few guards kept her firmly pressed against the table. Jill apparently wanted to expel the suppository from her rectum and began to bear down, trying to push it out. The doctor had expected this from previous experience and therefore kept his finger firmly implanted in her pulsing anus, holding the suppo in place. Jill’s body heat soon caused the medicine to melt inside her. The doctor pulled his finger out and ordered the guards to take her away.



They just reached the toilet as the cramps came up. She did not even bother that two guards watched her empty her bowels. After a quick washing up, she was brought to a cell where she joined the rest of the girls.



All the girls were very quiet. They knew that it would not take long now before they were going to be whipped. Although nobody said a word, Jill saw that they were all frightened. And so was she. Furthermore, they did not gave their clothes back yet. The picture of being whipped stark naked before an audience was not a very cheerful thought.



Soon two guards came for the first girl. Not only was she kept naked, they also cuffed her hands behind her back before leading her out the cell. A few minutes later they heard lashes, soon followed by cries from the girl. Two of Jill’s cellmates began to cry. Jill covered her ears and bowed her head. She decided to receive the punishment in dignity.



Jill was last in line. After more then two hours waiting, it finally was her turn. The guards brought her to a large room just outside the holding cell. The spotlights were all focused on the wooden bench in the centre of the room. A tall man holding a cane waited beside the bench.



A sort of stage filled one side of the room. It was built so that everybody on the stage had a clear view on the bench. Several men had clearly enjoyed the punishment of the other girls. Now it was time for today’s top of the bill: the foreign girl.



Jill was brought in front of the stage, just before the bench. She recognized judge Altiba, the translator, the doctor and the men who arrested her. She counted at least twenty other men, some in uniform, some dressed as priest or civilian. Someone stood up and read a text in a loud voice. She assumed that must be the judgment. Then the doctor rose from his chair and said something. The judge nodded, said something in anticipation and then turned to the translator.



‘You were proved not to be a virgin. Therefore your sentence will be doubled he said to Jill.



The guards brought Jill to the bench and laid her belly down on the wooden device. Leather straps around her wrists, waist, knees and ankles kept her down. The bench was constructed so that her buttocks were raised higher than her head. With her legs slightly parted, they made an ideal target for the cane.



The executor swished the cane through the air once or twice before he hit Jill a first time. Jill’s heart sank. The woosh of the cane whistled past her ear. She shuddered in terror. The audience could see the muscles in her thighs and buttocks quivering.



Then there was a whistling sound followed a split second later by a loud THWICCKK as the cane buried itself for the first time in her thigh-flesh. Jill gasped. A livid line of red spang up on the crowns of her buttocks as the cane was withdrawn. Someone on the stage called out ono’, immediately followed by the voice of the translator: one’. Jill wriggled and flexed her calves. The executor lined up the cane again.



Swiisshh…thwack! The impact caused a fleshy ripple of the cheeks of Jill’s rear. Another sharp hiss from Jill followed by a doblo two’.



Swiisshh…whick! Another hard swipe from the cane made Jill arch her head back in pain.



Swiisshh…huick! Number four. Another gasp from Jill…



The executor had found a rhythm now. Her started whipping in earnest, delivering a stroke, pausing, then pulling back his arm for the next one.



Around stroke number twenty, Jill grew more vocal. She yelped as the cane striped her nude fanny which grew redder with every stripe. As the cane landed, she would tense and throw her head back. Her bottom jiggled as the cane struck.



After two thirds of the way, she yelled in pain. By number fifty five she was crying continuously. The executor was sweating heavily by then. He paused a bit longer then normally, apparently determined to make the last few memorable. Swiisshh…thwack! Aaah.ah.ah. bleated Jill. She ground her hips against the bench in a slow circular motion. Another few strokes and the ordeal was over.



While Jill was brought to the infirmary, a distinguished man turned towards judge Altiba.



‘Quiet a strong lady he said. Normally those foreign girls crack much sooner, don’t you think?’



The judge hummed.



‘I think I’m gonna have a little chat with your guest the man smiled. That is, if you don’t have any plans with her



The judge wanted to say something but decided not to. You’ll better not argue with the chief of the secret police, he thought.





Jill slowly recovered from the brutal beating. She was lying belly down on a hospital bed. The potion they smeared all over her butt cheeks first burned like hell but now did her good. Oh God was she glad that this nightmare was over. She decided to go straight to the airport after they let her go. The hell with her back pack. The sooner she left this shit hole, the better.



She wanted to get up as the guards entered the nursery but before she realised what was going on, her hands were pulled roughly behind her back and cuffed once again.



‘Hey, what are you doing! she yelled out I’ve had my punishment. Let me go…!’



They pulled her out of the bed and brought her to a small office room in the basement of the same building.



A friendly smiling man waited her up sitting behind a desk.



‘Normally I invite my guests to take a seat but I assume you rather stand he said.



Jill was not at all in the mood for sarcasm. Her hope of leaving the country as soon as possible melted like snow in the sun. It made her feel more desperate then ever.



‘Please let me go she begged in a tiny voice.



The man did not answer her.



‘I admire your courage he said. It’s quite unusual that a young woman can take such amount of pain. Especially a foreign woman like you. My guess is that you followed some kind of training.’



He paused for a minute. She had no idea what he was up to. All the time he kept staring at Jill. It made her very nervous.



‘Who do you work for? he asked suddenly.



At first Jill did not understand why he asked that question. She wanted to say that she was still a student but kept her mouth shut realising the purpose of the question. Did they really think that she was some kind of spy…



‘Let me go, please were the only words that came out of her mouth.



‘Tell me who do you work for and you can go he repeated.



‘I really don’t know what you’re talking about she said.