I have been a gynecologist for 20 years. I have established an advanced treatment center and was consulted by a local prison to examine female patients. I soon realized I could do what I wanted to the women tied to the table at the prison's medical center. As the prison became overcrowded, I met with officials to devise a one-time punishment program for convicted women, keeping the prison from overcrowding.

Your flawed and criminal character was sent to my center by law enforcement. You repeatedly hurt your children and stole only to benefit yourself. You were brought to my center in a police vehicle and entered through a less glamorous entrance to my medical center. My “rehabilitative unit” is in the basement, but it has the appearance of a well-designed medical center. The small staff does not mix with those in my traditional establishment on the upper floors.

I am wearing the standard scrubs, mask and dark eye protection as I enter the treatment room. You have multiple hospital-grade straps on each extremity and torso. Also fitted is a leather hood with a removable mouth hole patch. Right now it is snapped shut, but a small hole for breathing is provided. Ear holes are cut out so you can hear everything I am doing to you. Straps are hooked through loops on the hood to prohibit moving in any direction. Your legs and feet are in steel stirrups and spread wide and high over your hips.

Another staff nurse is at the head of the table. She has prepared a table that includes a large spec and several sounds-the smallest ¼ “ around. I walk and press my hand on your abdomen, you moan and I think you’re saying “no”. I tell you that you are an abusive thief and must be punished. I apply my latex gloves and while standing, find your opening, then force my finders inside, pushing deep without lubricant. You yelp and can barely move. I slam you several more times and remove my slightly pink fingers from you. I tell you that lubrication is only for good patients-what I just did to you will have to suffice. I sit on my stool and eye the large speculum on my tray. It has 3 long blades. I touch it to your lips then proceed.

You groan and strain. I ask the nurse if you are in discomfort. She affirms and I smile. I tell you the tool is opening. I do not stop until the limit has been reached. You issue muffled pleas for mercy, but I tell you that you are a proven liar. I tell you injury is inevitable if you keep moving; I describe to you how the tool is entering your shaft and pressing into the sides. I take a steel sound and tease your os for a number of minutes; making you believe I will insert it then pull away. I then sink it in for good, hearing a wail that sounds miles away. Your head moves the few millimeters of slack you are allowed. I turn it one way, then the other, then I leave it inside, sticking out of your hole. The nurse says you are breathing rapidly. I push it in deeper, you issue unintelligible pleas.. I slide a rubber donut object around the sound so I can free my hands and attach electrical current to the sound.

I tell you that the next stage is beginning. The clips are connected to a box. The current will shock you at different intensities. I rise to stand to grip your stirruped leg. First you moan...then yelp..again...you mutter apologies and cry out in fear. I move my hand and tell you I am leaving the room; the nurse will stay should a medical emergency arises. I watch you on a monitor in my office. The straps holding you strain with every current that digs into your nervous system. The nurse stands to the side of your head as your body tenses and bucks to the over stimulation. The 30 minute cycle is complete.

Another nurse enters to assist us in your punishment. I remove the speculum. Each nurse grabs a retractor. I hold an oval steel frame to your crotch. The first retractor is inserted stretching your gape upward. I screw it into place. You groan in protest. The next blade is inserted, pulling you downward. The nurse pulls hard then I screw that one into place. There is now a wide gaping hole I see before me; you are BEGGING me to release it. I warn you I can still add current to the instrument. I tell the nurse to reach inside you as far as possible. She does it gleefully. They stand back as I grip your cervix with a tenaculum. You howl in agony; I grip your cervix with another one-you beg again for help. I leave a suction tube inside your shaft to keep the mess to a minimum as you are sure to bleed from the torture.

I leave again, letting the nurses mind you. Thirty minutes pass. I enter to a low moaning coming from under the restraint hood on your head. I press my hand to the top of your head and you whimper in defeat. I note that you are now entering a remorseful stage, but you have not completed the punishment. The nurse has another sound sitting in a steel canister of cold water. I take my seat and put on a pair of blue latex gloves. I shine a light into your cavernous space. Your cervix is puffy and an angry shade of red. I tell you how painful this will leave you; long term damage is also possible, but your actions deserve the scarring. I proceed to the next step and only tell you the cool touch should briefly relieve you. Unfortunately it is another sound I will plunge into you. I remove the first one. I take the new and larger one, touch it to your os and you flinch. I do not stop and you wail-loudly through the hood. ARE YOU SORRY THIEF? I shout. Choked screams come from you. DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME? I shout. You apologize through the agony; you sound very sorry now. A mixture of saliva and sweat are leaking from the mouth hole of the hood. I tell you the police and court officials have been watching your entire treatment on a monitor.

The nurse opens the door to the room and those officials enter quietly and stand at the foot of the table-your legs still spread and your abused shaft on display. A belt is removed from your waist and the table powers up, raising your head and torso. You moan, surely wondering when this will end. Your hood has removable eye patches. The nurse opens them. Your eyes are red and puffy there as well. They reflect shock and shame as you make eye contact with those who sentenced you to my treatment-standing to see your pummeled and stretched gape. You would hang your head in shame, but you are forced to stare straight ahead thanks to the restraint hood.. I am complimented for my work; we discuss you more.

The nurse steps in to remove the tenaculums, but the sound remains. I tell you this is only a recess, as law enforcement and I have to review the footage, a checklist you may say of required punishment. And to review the checklist of your remaining discipline. I caress your hooded face then snap the eye holes shut. I tell you darkness is in your soul-you beg in your darkened hood. I instruct the nurse to provide water in a straw through the mouth hole and I leave the room.

Your recess has ended. Your upper body is lowered, and I apply copper clamps to the sound. The nurse tightens the straps on your hood as you try to wiggle your head. I tell you the next phase will be intense and injury is likely if we do not restrain you properly. I turn on the box the electricity comes from. The tingling is arousing at first as I see your body hum. It soon stops arousing you. Your body jerks sharply and you wail; I tell you this will go on for a while as you need to recover somewhat from the shocks-this isn’t an execution after all….

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