A handful of shocks were administered over an hour and a half. I replaced each sound with a larger one. You begged for release, and mumbled incoherently over and over. I stood silently with my hand on your restrained leg watching you jerk and pull at your bindings. “YOU DESERVE THIS PAIN YOU THIEF!” I shout as you groan and whimper. You cry out from your hood more as the spasms jerk you. “I SHOULD SEW UP YOUR HOLE FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE” I continue. “NOOOOO!!” you countered back. Your body relaxed and you moaned. I grabbed your neck and told you I should take you for my own enjoyment....

I looked down on you; sweat poured out from under your hood and ran down onto the sheet under you. A large dark blue west spot was growing. I asked if you could hear me; just a groan came in response. I instructed the nurse to provide you with hydration; she inserted a clear tube through the hole provided in your hood. You drank then stopped; I told you to continue until the tube was removed. You ingested more water for a time, then I told the nurse to remove the tube. Your body jerked, causing a retractor to pinch you and you moaned louder. I told you all that metal in your shaft is quite dangerous if you tried moving-you now felt it for yourself. I told you how pleased the prosecutor was with this punishment so far.

Your gape has been held for two hours now and I tell you the retractors will be removed.. I unscrew the retractors from the frame, leaving the sound sticking out of your womb. I set them down with a thud on my tray. I tell you your gape takes some time to close- in the meantime, the nurse comes to my end of the table with a latex sheet. She places one end underneath your rear and the other end sits inside a metal bucket. I slide the sound back and forth, then slowly move it up and down. You groan in agony and your abdomen trembles. I lay my hand down firmly on it. I then swiftly remove the sound, hearing you yelp as your pelvis jerks. I insert two fingers into your inviting hole and vigorously rub the top of your shaft. I also stick a finger in your closing cervix and you spray violently and cry out. I roll back on my stool and watch the fluid run down the latex into the bucket. You gasp in shame and moan as you become empty. I massage your inner thigh, telling you the shame you feel must be immense, knowing your loss of control is being well documented.

“Please Doctor..” you beg weakly through the hood. I ask you “please what?”. “Stop..just...I’m sorry..” you say. I admonish you and ask if the shame of being spread and penetrated has finally gotten to you. “Let me goooo!..” you moan. I motion to the nurse to bring the prosecutor in. I say you will need to repeat your apology, but when you are instructed to. The nurse returns with the official who stands between your splayed legs. The eye patches are opened on the hood again and your head and torso are raised. You cry out, your swollen eyes tearing again. The nurse removes the patch covering your mouth. I ask you to repeat your statement to counsel in front of you. You stated your remorse in a shaky voice, still with a shackled head so you could not turn away.

The prosecutor nodded with satisfaction and reiterated how much the facility has aided the department of corrections. I told him in front of you he had the option of personally disciplining you. You mouthed “no”, but he declined and was led out of the room by the nurse. I told you some officials are happy to participate. I lowered the upper section of the table myself this time. “NO! NO! NO MORE’ you cried out. I unshackled your head, keeping it hooded though- and told you the nurses would do the rest. I stood over your face and asked if I would be seeing you again; you vigorously shook your head saying “no”. I told you that eight-hour sessions encased in rubber would be in your future if we heard from you again. “I WON’T DO ANYTHING! PLEASE!” was your response. I told you that is what I liked to hear.

Two nurses arrived with a gurney covered in a latex cushion and waterproof straps. You were released from the hood and restraints and strapped on the gurney. Your mouth was plugged with a red rubber stopper. Your face was damp, ragged and disengaged as you were rolled to the washing room where you the gurney would be locked into a track on the floor. It would be tilted until you are almost standing and you would be washed by remote showers, soaping you then rinsing for any number of cycles I choose. You would then be released to a dressing room then escorted home..

My next appointment was down the hall, cocooned in latex on a special dental chair….