Crime & Punishment in the Gynarchy X Part Two
Crime & Punishment in the Gynarchy X Part Two – The Motherland
By Slave Paul
Paul was stunned, he had been so close to freedom and was now doomed to a life of foot obsessed slavery! He would never again be free! He was beside himself with terror. If only he had stayed with his twin brother in the Motherland! Prisons and the laws are very different there!
End of part one…
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The Motherland (or, as it was referred to by the rest of the world, ‘the Gynarchy’) had very different ideas of the law and criminal punishment. Although women were very much at the apex of the hierachy, they were still subject to the law! In some extreme cases, women are even sent to prison! That’s because the mainland Gynarchy was still very much more focused on a certain degree of equality. The free-male populace was still second class, but allowed certain rights under Gynarchian law. Recently the female powers were looking into the issues surrounding prison reform. Earlier experiments using adjustable stocks as a means of confining male prisoners in great numbers had met with some limited success. But the male prison poulation continued to expand exponentially! An new radical solution was needed!
The eminent and very attractive Professor Brompton, who had originally devised the pillory confinement plan, was well on the way to publishing her second government white paper on prison reform. It was entitled ‘Equality in our prisons for male and female criminals’. People had originally thought that she had lost her grip on reality!
Professor Brompton explained her radical approach to penal reform in her first television interview on the Vicki Rake show. The good Professor looked somewhat nervous at first under the bright lights of the studio. She began her very well-rehearsed speech to camera outlining her plan. At first it was hard to hear the pretty brainbox over the booing and mocking derision being chanted from the female audience. Professor Brompton had to bring forward her hard hitting factual material to get the audience on her side!
‘Please listen; it is a fact that males hugely outnumber females in prison. I believe that the ratio is currently about ten or eleven to one. This ratio is steadily growing higher and higher! One could conclude from this that governments are spending ten times more taxpayer money on male convicts than on females! Something has to be done to make the system fairer! We need to spend more on the women convicts that we currently have incarcerated, and strive to improve their living conditions! We need to better evaluate their needs and their rights to a good quality of life!’
At this point a loud cheer rang out in support of the last sentence; she had won over the previously hostile audience!
The Hostess was busy applauding the eminent Professor’s ground breaking reform idea in line with the audience. A moment’s lapse in the vigorous applause came, and the brunette presenter put her hand to her ear as the director shouted something into her earpiece:
‘I see what you are proposing, Professor Brompton, but how would you bring all this about?’
‘It is really quite simple Vicky; we accelerate the male convicts through the penal system! Let me give you an example: Miss X and Mr Y are both convicted on the same day for identical, drugs-related offences. Miss X is sentenced to three years in prison. (A disdainful moan went out in the audience at this, admittedly hypothetically, harsh sentence). Mr Y, on the other hand, is sentenced to only six months in prison!...’
‘BOOOO! GET HER OFF! BOO!’
Professor Brompton had once again lost her audience!
‘Please listen, folks! Mr Y receives a much……’
The raucous behaviour of the audience was quite overwhelming ,and Vicki Rake had to step in to try and return order once again.:
‘Quiet ladies please!’
Professor Brompton was once again allowed to speak:
‘As I was saying Vicki, Mr Y receives a much shorter sentence, but a much harsher one too! On arrival at one of our state prisons, Miss X will be escorted to her room and shown around the facilities. Mr Y will be immediately stripped naked and intimately searched in full view of at least five female guards. Miss X will be allowed to choose the type of clothing she wishes to have ordered and customised to her taste. Mr Y will be issued with a one-size fits all pair of striped, cotton, convict shorts and be clapped in leg irons for the duration of his sentence. Miss X will be allowed to choose from a range of relaxing and uplifting craft activities and classes including:
· Embroidery
· Knitting
· Painting
· Creative writing
· Language schools
· Advanced slave ownership certificated courses
· Female history
· Cangue making classes
Mr Y will be informed that he will be subjected to a harsh timetable consisting of the following activities:
· Long periods of communal confinement in the stocks
· Public floggings
· Torture sessions with a professional Torturess Mistress
· Hard nugatory manual labour
· Multiple foot worship sessions and slave courses serving guards and female inmates
· Historical restraints and punishment classes, with practical demonstrations
· Female hosiery
· Cangue wearing classes’
At the end of this explanation, the rebellious audience seemed placated. Several heads were nodding in agreement. This seemed to be a good idea after all!
‘We will be able to double or even triple our male convict throughput, and level out the spending imbalance on the male/female prison populace in one move!’
Professor Brompton on the Vicky Rake Show by patheticus on GoAnimate
Pete lay back on his couch, half-watching the outlandishly female orientated chat programme while swilling down the remnants of his budget range, tin of beer. He made a disparaging comment and let out a loud belch mocking the ‘silly tart’ as he had termed the good lady Professor!
Pete was, unsurprisingly, a single free-male. He worked as a ground worker in one of the state owned and maintained public park areas. He was offered the chance to emigrate to the Free States of Gynarchy X with his twin brother Paul, and his girlfriend Camilla. He always thought of Paul as the goody two shoes of the family, and knew that if he moved to Gynarchy X he would be arrested for outspokenness! Pete was not known for his diplomacy, and was never destined for greatness. At least, in the mainland Gynarchy, it is not legal to simply arrest a free-male and sentence him to foot-slavery on the spot! He knew he would have never lasted in the Free States of Gynarchy X!
Pete was happy enough with his lot, as long as he had enough money left in the pot for his beer at the end of the week. His job as park grounds worker was hardly well paid, but it did have certain ‘fringe benefits’! On the whole, these benefits were normally enjoyed at the expense of the unwitting and unaware pretty, young, female visitors to the park. Pete was certainly not what could be referred to as a ‘ladies man’, but he did have a soft spot for the ladies!
His main hobby was hiding in the woods, when he should have been planting out bulbs and picking up litter, in order to use his powerful binoculars to gain a clandestine up-skirt glimpse of some of the more attractive, innocent, free women that chose to stop for a rest in the natural beauty spot! This was, of course, quite rightly highly illegal, and carried a mandatory prison sentence! Pete was therefore shrewd enough to become a member of the Gynarchy ornithological society helpers, or GOSH for short! Gosh, Pete did like looking at the birds through his camera lenses!
One sunny afternoon Pete was busy ‘working’ as usual. He happened to spot a rare, and very colourful, ‘bird’ resting after what appeared to be a very exhausting flight! She was about five and a half feet tall; peroxide bleached plumage covered her head; and bright, contrasting garments adorned her midriff. She was wearing a short, black leather miniskirt and multi-coloured, striped leggings that covered her shapely legs all the way down to her zip-up, black leather, ankle boots!
Pete was unwittingly correct about her recent ‘exhausting flight’ – not from the sky, but from the law! The pretty (if bizarrely dressed) creature was clearly in distress. Pete, being a true gentleman (?!), could not just stand idly by and fail to offer his assistance! The fact that she was a highly attractive young woman, and wearing a leather miniskirt, had nothing to do with it, of course! He would merely be doing his civic duty by assisting her! He broke cover from the bushes and made his presence known.
‘Hey there, my name is Pete. Are you alright, Miss?’
‘Mmmmy nnnname is Geri (pant pant) have you got somewhere I can hide, please?’
Pete’s luck was finally turning! He was more than pleased to offer his ground-keeping hut to the young, strip-legged woman on the run! He escorted her hastily through the woods to his small hut in the centre of the public park. Once inside, he made a drink and offered her a seat. She was delighted to be safe at last! Pete looked down at her and simply said:
‘Police?’
‘Yeah, they were after these; and these; and these!’
The pretty, bleached blonde pulled out plastic bag after plastic bag full of pills and illegal looking substances!
Miss Geri offered Pete a couple of the pills; she took two of the same ones herself. Pete refused at first, but, as always, he soon relented. He was renowned for getting into trouble and not following the rules, unlike his ‘ultra-perfect’ twin Paul! It had been, in fact, quite a relief for Pete when Paul had finally emigrated to the Gynarchy X!
The pills instantly made Pete feel more relaxed and at ease. The young, clandestine pair talked for hours, long into the night. They found that they had lots in common, and Pete decided that it would be the chivalrous thing to do to offer Miss Geri the use of his downtown apartment for a few days – at least until she could get another exit visa for her return to her native land of Gynarchy X. The female police had, apparently, swiped her last forged visa in the struggle earlier today!
They arrived back at the, rather less than salubrious, apartment an hour or so later. Pete ordered some food from the local takeaway restaurant and they hunkered down for the night. In between their mutual conversation, and heavy consumption of beer and other less legal substances, Geri asked Pete to unzip her ankle boots for her. This seemingly innocent request was fulfilled directly.
The pretty lawbreaker then swung her shapely, striped legs round onto the sofa so that her feet were resting on Pete’s lap! Her striped, nylon leggings were by now extremely damp with all of the earlier perspiration caused during her harrowing flight from the law!
‘Rub them for a while, would you? They are really painful at the moment; if I knew I was likely to be in a chase, I would have put my running shoes on!’
Pete was not really sure that he wanted to touch her sweaty, nylon-clad feet, but he did not want to disappoint her. He had done so much to win her over already; this was a relatively small thing to have to do, surely?
He was wrong! Her thick and vibrantly coloured nylons stank! She had obviously been wearing these zip-up ankle boots for more than one day, he murmured to himself under his held breath! His hands nevertheless clasped her damp, warm left foot first, and he started kneading it firmly. This made Miss Geri writhe in pleasure and a deep sense of satisfaction seemed to wash over her! It was certainly doing the trick – for her anyway!
Pete was stunned when she chose to stay for a few more days! His pretty, young, hot-headed lady friend (dare he even say ‘girlfriend’?) was seemingly happy with their little arrangement. She was allowed to come and go as she pleased. Pete worked as normal (i.e. as a lecherous park grounds keeper) and they seemed genuinely happy together.
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Months passed by, and the couple were becoming quite efficient at evading the law! It transpired that, in Pete’s misspent youth, he had been quite proficient at stealing cars! This aided the modern-day Bonnie and Clyde as they drifted from town to town in the Gynarchy Motherland selling their forbidden wares! Pete quit his park keeping job and settled down into their new luxury home together – all paid for by their ill-gotten gains!
Over a three course dinner in a five star hotel one evening, Miss Geri suddenly turned to Pete and whispered:
‘If only we could get someone that we could depend on in the free States of Gynarchy X! We would be able to vastly expand our operation!’
Pete jokingly retorted that it would be a good idea to use his twin brother!
Geri was intrigued:
‘That’s a great idea! Let’s organise a trip, then?’
Pete immediately poured cold water on the idea, and responded:
‘Oh no! Paul is a real goody two-shoes! He will never want in on something like this! That stupid bitch Camilla keeps him permanently on the straight and narrow! Well, at least she did; I think I read somewhere that she had dumped him, and he had fallen on hard times, or something? But I have lost the letter, and frankly couldn’t care less anyway!’
Pete continued gorging himself, while innocent-looking Miss Geri began hatching a plan in her pretty little, bleached-blonde head!
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Inevitably enough, luck ran out for the young criminals one night when they were lounging around in their designer apartment together. BANG! This is a raid! Everyone freeze!
An inrush of female police officers armed to the teeth brought the young couple’s world crashing down on them! Pete was bundled to the floor and handcuffed instantly. Miss Geri was taken calmly to one side, and read her rights. Unsurprisingly, nobody deigned to read Pete his rights (because he didn’t really have any; he’s been caught bang to rights!)
The couple were lead out into a police van as the drug squad moved in to confiscate all of the illegal property in the apartment. As it was a drug-related charge, they were driven straight to the courthouse jail for the night. Pete was still handcuffed as he was dragged to the booking-in bench. To his utter surprise, the booking sergeant looked directly at his beloved Geri and said:
‘Welcome back, Miss Geri. It hasn’t been the same without you!’
‘Yeah yeah! Whatever!’, retorted a now belligerent Miss Geri!
Pete turned to her and said in a gruff tone:
‘You’ve been here before, then?’
‘Oh yeah – loads of times! Don’t worry; it’s not too bad! Well, the women’s dormitory is alright, anyway! I’m sure the men’s side can’t be too bad either? See you later, alligator!’
As Miss Geri had ‘frequent flier miles’, as it was euphemistically referred to by the booking-in Sergeant, she was escorted to her quarters for the night without any paperwork to fill out. Pete, on the other hand, was detained for hours of form filling and interrogation.
He was finally shown to his ‘quarters’ in the early hours of the morning. It was a bare, concrete box cell with a single, bare, light bulb hanging from the ceiling. He stood in shock facing the back wall, as the door was slammed shut behind him. BANG!
Pete turned and put his face to the slit in the door. They had forgotten to remove his handcuffs in the rush!
‘Hey wait! You can’t keep us locked up like this!’
The female guard turned back and replied:
‘You are perfectly correct, Sir, we cannot keep both of you locked up like this! That is why your girlfriend is in the heated dorm room, watching television and preparing for a cosy night’s sleep three floors above you! Now keep quiet, or I will gag you for the night!’
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The next day the pair were brought up before the female magistrate to be tried together. Miss Geri was dressed in the same garish way she had been when she was arrested the night before. Pete, however, was now wearing a pair of flimsy, black and white striped, cotton prison-pyjama bottoms and nothing else (except for some outlandish, prehistoric restraint device consisting of a heavy iron belt with wrist shackles).
The unlikely Bonnie & Clyde couple stood together, united again at last, albeit in the dock to answer the charges being pressed against them. Miss Geri answered for both of the defendants:
‘Guilty as charged, Madam Magistrate!’
Pete was not happy with this; he went to whisper in Geri’s ear, but was thwarted when her flat- heeled, leather, zip-up ankle boot suddenly crushed his bare foot in perfect unison with her lips as they whispered the words:
‘Shut up! Stop shivering, and let me do all the talking! Oh, and take your hands out of your pockets; you look like a slob!’
Pete’s hands were not in his pockets; they were clamped to his waist!
The Female Magistrate took little time in coming up with suitable punishments for them both:
‘I hereby sentence Miss Geri to two years imprisonment in the Femina One maximum security prison…’
Geri was shocked at the severity of the sentence! TWO YEARS IN PRISON?!
Pete was dumfounded! If they gave her two years, he was likely to hang!
‘The other prisoner…. The male one, (said the magistrate as she fumbled with the papers and could not make out Pete’s name), is hereby sentenced to six months in the Femina One maximum security prison, and to be released on probation after five. Take them away!’
Pete must be the luckiest man alive (he naively thought)! He had just gotten away with only five months in the clink, and one month probation!
Barely an hour later, Pete and Geri were both turfed out of the prison transport van into the prison yard. They were then lead into the booking room and examined by the female guards. Pete was tugged to one side for a very unwanted and probing strip search, with no privacy. Miss Geri was simply asked if she had any contraband on her person, to which she replied haughtily:
‘NO!’
Moments later both Pete and Geri were given a bag each. Geri’s bag was a luxurious, pink, executive sports bag. Inside she found a bunch of roses that had been coloured in vibrant, offset colours to match her tights, and welcome her to the prison. The bag also contained a complimentary pink pedicure set!
Pete’s bag was a hessian sack, died black. Its contents were tipped onto the floor with little care. It contained a heavy-looking ball and chain with the word ‘convict’ written on it in a sickly, pink colour. It also contained another heavy-looking, iron waistbelt and shackles (he had only just been released from the last one!).
Pete and Geri were then segregated hastily.
Geri was taken by a senior female guard to undergo the formal tour of the prison grounds, terminating in her room (not to be referred to as a ‘cell’). Pete, meanwhile, was dragged away for an appointment with the ‘smith’!
He was forced into a workshop that had a solitary but heavy-looking anvil in the centre. A pretty, and very slight-looking, brunette girl walked in behind him wearing a leather apron. She was very cute and petite, but had huge biceps!
‘Okay, I am busy today; what are you to be fitted with, prisoner?’
Pete assumed that now would be a good time to open the bag he had been handed containing the ball and chain, and the iron belt.
‘Oh good! A ball and chain! I will get the brazier going! I can fit your belt while we wait. Come here, and turn around’.
Pete was hastily secured into a heavier version of the courthouse restraint he had been wearing earlier. The brazier was now up to temperature, and the female blacksmith dropped a mushroom-shaped rivet into the embers.
‘Which ankle would you prefer, Mister?’
Pete looked on in puzzlement. He momentarily forgot where he was, and answered with nervous humour:
‘Neither, Miss!’
She laughed rather encouragingly at first, and took the ankle bracelet from him. She then opened the ring and held it up to his neck!
‘We could try and put it round your scrawny neck, if you prefer, convict? I have not got time for jokes!’
She immediately grasped his right ankle and closed the steel bracelet around it, taking care to align the rivet holes. The aforementioned rivet was glowing nicely red now. A pair of tongs were used to rescue the fixing from the embers and drop it loosely into the ankle bracelet. Large hammers were then used to form the rivet into a permanent fixing, closing the two halves of the restraint onto Pete’s right ankle! A bottle of water was used to quench the glowing rivet. The pretty young blacksmith’s face was gazing admiringly at her handy work:
‘That will be your non-battery-operated tag, when you are released on parole, Mr Convict man!’
She went on to explain that when he is released on parole, he will have to keep the ball and chain on for the month that he is being ‘monitored’! Everyone will see him wearing it!
An hour later, although still kept separate, Pete and Geri were handed their respective prison itineraries.
Convict Miss Geri:
· Monday: 9:00-11:30 free time. 11:30-13:00 embroidery. 13:00-16:00 arts and craft. 16:00- rest.
· Tuesday: 09:00-10:30 cangue making class. 10:30-13:00 free time. 13:00-16:00 foot-mistress training classes. 16:00- rest.
· Wednesday: 09:00-10:00 observe floggings. 10:00-13:00 free time. 13:00-16:00 Female history classes. 16:00- rest.
· Thursday: 09:00-13:00 arts and craft. 13:00-1600 free time. 16:00- rest.
· Friday: 09:00-10:30 cangue making. 10:30-13:00 foot-fool mask design. 13:00-15:00 male torture classes 15:00 early finish for weekend.
· Saturday: Free time.
· Sunday: Free time.
Convict 1154478:
· Monday: 05:00-09:00 breaking rocks under whip. 09:00-16:00 hard labour. 16:00-18:00 stocks. 18:00-23:00 breaking rocks under whip. 23:00-05:00 little ease cell.
· Tuesday: 05:00-09:00 hard labour. 09:00-10:30 cangue wearing class. 10:30-13:00 stocks. 13:00-16:00 foot-slave training classes. 16:00-23:00 hard labour. 23:00-05:00 little ease cell.
· Wednesday: 05:00-09:00 stocks.09:00-10:00 flogged in prison yard. 10:00-13:00 medieval restraints. 13:00-23:00 hard labour. 23:00-05:00 little ease cell.
· Thursday: 05:00-09:00 breaking rocks under whip. 09:00-11:00 professional Torturess Mistress training. 11:00-13:00 stocks. 13:00-18:00 helmet of socks and stocks. 18:00-23:00 hard labour. 23:00-03:00 stocks. 03:00-05:00 little ease cell.
· Friday: 05:00-09:00 hard labour. 09:00-10:30 cangue wearing class. 10:30-16:00 breaking rocks under whip and torture classes. 16:00-23:00 hard labour in heavy irons. 23:00-05:00 little ease cell.
· Saturday: 05:00-23:00 Hard labour 23:00-05:00 little ease cell.
· Sunday: 05:00-18:00 hard labour. 18:00-23:00 stocks. 23:00-05:00 little ease cell.
Convict Pete’s jaw was jammed open from the shock of reading his busy prison-schedule! Today was Monday and he was already an hour late for his ‘hard labour’! HE was ignominiously taken away to be clamped to the prison treadmill, where other solitary, male inmates were already toiling under the watchful eye of the whip Mistress! Miss Geri was escorted to her first arts and craft lesson in a heated classroom.
The constant monotony of the back breaking schedule was soul destroying for Pete, aka convict no. 1154478! Imagine having to do cangue making, foot-fool mask design and attend a male torture class – all on a Friday!
Convict 1154478 was, at least, spared the agony of not being happy, as ‘happiness’ was banned under the male prison rules (which all male convicts had to memorise whilst confined in the little ease cell for the night). Male convicts cannot be happy at any time was rule # 214. At least, he thinks it is; it could be # 215?
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As the months progressed, convict No 1154478 knew which days would be the worst. The schedule never changed. One of the most dreaded parts of the unrelenting list was quite surprising in its apparent lack of cruelty; foot-slavery classes! Miss Geri would always ensure that she would get convict No 1154478 to tend her feet, with her complimentary pedicure set!
But he hated having to sniff, kiss and lick those same colourful tights and stocking-socks that he would have normally been responsible for picking up off the floor in his apartment as a free-male! The stinky task was made worse when the order came to ‘remove socks’! He and his other convict cohorts would then be made to first kiss each feminine toe in front of them in turn, starting from the biggest to the smallest, and then remove all of the worn-in, sweaty prison-yard detritus that would inevitably be found clinging to them.
Geri’s former ‘man’ would then be tasked with painting on vibrant’ miss-matched’ coloured nailvarnish to each toe to match his inmate-mistress’s colourful personality; the same personality that had landed him in this hell-hole!
All of this took place in full view of the female guards, and other non-participating female convicts!
The “Wednesday whippings”, as they came to be known, were also high on the list of ‘least to look forward to’ things! Being placed in the flogging stocks, high on the communal amphitheatre, was bad enough. Everyone could see the about-to-be-whipped convict in all his bare-backed shame. The guard Mistresses would jostle and fight over the right to whip! The female convicts, in turn, would fight over the right to gloat, and to prod the fresh whip wounds before the convict was dragged off for a ‘familiarisation’ session in the medieval restraints class!
The endless back breaking hours of futile toil under the watchful lash of the overseer Guard Mistress pacing alongside the heavy, wooden treadmill was particularly soul destroying! Volunteer female convicts could take part in the supervision rota, in order to gain additional rest periods that would count towards an early release date! These vindictive harlots were all too happy to unleash a sudden, and seemingly unprovoked, mad session of scathing, stinging lashes on the bare backs of the toiling, male convicts. Convict No 1154478 was always prone to additional punishment, as he was slower than the other convicts on the treadmill. This was not due to his age or fitness (he was amongst the youngest and fittest of the male convicts in the prison!). It was due to the terrible weight of his ignominious ball and chain. It was so ungainly, and would skew what little natural balance he had, and put him off kilter.
Swish… Crack!
‘Move, you slovenly, lazy, good for nothing, filthy little convict creep!’
Swish… Crack! … Swish… Crack!
‘Oh my aching back, mistress!’
The monotony of the repeated rock-breaking sessions was not to be sniffed at either! The futility of a four ounce, toffee hammer on a granite boulder was simply beyond belief! On one occasion, many years ago (according to a female-convict observer sat in the gloating seat), a small chip of granite allegedly flew off the two ton rock! A loud cheer had apparently gone out in the prison! It has to be said, however, that that noteworthy event was over ten years ago!
Convict No. 1154478 was quite correct in his assumption that this Latina-lady prisoner was a longstanding convict Mistress! She would love to tell convict no. 1154478 all about that day in great detail, using the prison bullwhip to punctuate each point! She would then allow the male convict to run his nose along the white-rubbery rims of her converse, non-prison-issue, civilian, black and white, high-top sneakers. According to the gallant convict Mistress, she has a ‘medical problem’ with her feet, and has been excused the usual prison footwear. It seems that all of the female convicts must have invisible bunions and corns in this prison, for none of them, that convict no. 1154478 can see, are wearing the standard, prison-issue, pink flip-flops that he has to wear!
Swish… Crack!
‘OOOOW!’
‘More hammering; less daydreaming! Male convict creep! HA!’
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On Thursdays, convict No 1154478 had two hours of professional torture to ‘look forward’ to! A plethora of antiquated and fiendish-looking devices were in easy reach of Mistress Natalia! She was a plump, frizzy, redheaded, Russian professional torturess-Mistress, with a pathological hatred of men (perfectly suited to her prison job, therefore).
She had terrible breath, and would love to watch the restrained, male convict strain not to breathe in, or to flinch as she moved in close enough for him to feel her hot, mocking breath on his sweating face! Unfortunately for convict No 1154478, she had overheard his supposedly secret conversation with another male convict whilst awaiting a sound flogging in the stocks. The other convict was hard of hearing at the time, as he was also locked inside the dreaded “helmet of socks” (Thursday afternoons for the former free-male Pete between 18:00-23:00 HRS). Therefore, the words that were now about to land him in so much trouble were clearly overheard by his attractive, Russian torturess:
‘I said, I hate being locked in that scavenger’s daughter thing! It’s so uncomfortable isn’t it?’
‘MMMM-whhmmm’, came the muffled response from the well packed helmet of socks!
As a result, nearly every torture session with Mistress Natalia would now end with an hour locked in the scavenger’s daughter, sometimes called a ‘cravat’. This locked the occupant in a seated position, rigidly frozen into one position on a cold, concrete floor. What was worse, was that Mistress Natalia would chose this time to seat herself in the adjacent, comfy-looking armchair, and kick off her black leather ballet-flats. She would initially just sit there with a huge grin on her sensuous, Slavic face, filing her talon-like fingernails and watching the male convict struggle in a search for relief that was always just out of reach!
She would then, eventually, move her bare, sweaty feet closer and closer to her captive, male prey. Her long, black, lacquered, claw-like toenails would gradually rake themselves up and down the captive convict’s forlorn and defenceless face without mercy. The smell of her fragrant feet was palpable! She would twitch in an almost orgasmic ecstasy whenever the convict contorted in pain and let out a weak-willed whimper as if to ask for sweet feminine mercy! She was proud to say that she had never yet been encouraged to relent during a torture session, and her cruel career covers at least twenty years! Quite an achievement!
Following this ordeal, the male convict would have a few hours of ‘rest’ to look forward to in the aptly named ‘little ease cell’. This was a featureless, concrete box-cell, four feet square and high. Not enough room to lay down or stand up. It was terribly uncomfortable, and impossible to rest one’s limbs. It was almost a blessed relief when at 05:00 the guards come to fetch you for more back- breaking, hard labour!
Despite this cycle of pain, humiliation, and hard labour, convict No 1154478 was now four months into his sentence. Imagine the surprise, when one morning Miss Geri came to say goodbye! She was being released early, due to good behaviour! Four months into a two year stretch, and she was off!
She bent down to pat her former lover on the head, and whispered that she was on her way back home to the Free States of Gynarchy X!
‘Perhaps I will go and try to start a partnership with your twin, Paul?’
Convict No 1154478 wished he could warn his twin about the impending danger, but he was due to be fitted into the stocks and helmet of socks for five hours!
…
A month to the day later and, true to their word, his Gynarchy release papers came through. Convict No 1154478 was once again referred to as ‘Pete’! He was given his civilian clothes back too! He was so happy to be wearing a full set of clothes again, he had completely forgotten about the ridiculous ball and chain that he now had to wear for one month whilst out on parole! Pete was told by the guard Mistress who returned his clothes to him that he had to find employment by this time next week or face another month in prison!
Over the next few days he therefore travelled from job centre to job centre in his best suit! But who in their right mind would employ a man with a ball and chain on his right ankle? It looked ridiculous, and screamed ‘untrustworthy former convict’, to all potential employers. Worse still, he had to report every two days to the prison blacksmith to check that the steel rivets on the ankle bracelet or chain had not been tampered with! This further hindered his job prospects, as he would have to terminate some of his job interviews in order to say:
‘Please excuse me! I have to go and have my ball and chain inspected. I would love the opportunity to work in your company, though!’
Needless to say, this was the final killer to the female employment board!
Pete was at an all-time low. He sat in his apartment fingering the heavy links of his prison restraint, pondering his miserable, male life with yet another month in prison facing him as he had singularly failed to find employment on the outside!
Suddenly, a pink envelope dropped through the door. Pete jumped up, accidentally dropping the heavy iron ball to the wooden floor, and causing what felt like an earth quake!
He limped across the room to rip the envelope open. On headed paper it said:
‘Congratulations Pete! We are happy to offer you the job of apprentice mouth-foot-washer at the Madame Delphine pedicure emporium. Wages start at four Fems a week, with company benefits including all the toe-jam you can eat, and a company cangue! We expect you to start work at 09:00 sharp tomorrow!’
His heart sank! He felt he would be better off in prison! But at least it was a job.
He tried again to contact his twin brother Paul in the Free States of Gynarchy X, but to no avail. Pete was quite unaware that, at that moment, his twin Paul was actually on the other side of the city wall being clapped in irons for a crime their mutual girlfriend, Mistress Geri, had committed! She had worked her feminine charms on both of the unwitting fools!
It would seem that the two branches of the Gynarchy are not so dissimilar after all!
The end.
