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The Shroud II: Induction (f/f)

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A sequel to The Shroud.


The Shroud II: Induction
(f/f, non-consensual)

by Tamira K.


Chapter 1

Lucinda stared at the ceiling as the blue reflection of dawn began to light her bedroom. She had slept for a total of four hours over the past three nights and this morning she began her new job – as Governor of The Shroud punishment and rehabilitation facility.

If the nerves in her stomach weren’t bundled and writhing she may have been amused that, as the newly-appointed manager reporting directly to Indonesia’s Police General—and thus having just one individual between her and the President—she had never before been so reminded of her first day at school.

Fortunately, throughout her adulthood—and especially her 12 years as a Dominatrix—she had learnt how to implement several techniques that demonstrated confidence, even when there was none. The first of her mental tricks was to not consider the facility as a place for punishment and rehabilitation, but as something she was very familiar with – a BDSM dungeon. Whilst she was the Governor, and that should have been enough to make her feel superior, she would consider herself to be the Head Mistress and that all of her subordinates would be Mistresses of various levels with Lolly, Sarah, and Maria as her Deputy Head Mistresses, with emphasis on the word Deputy. In a moment of tired resolution, she even contemplated implementing these titles as a rule, but reconsidered and decided it was enough that she had given herself the title of “Governor” – a term usually used in the UK or Australia, but she preferred the gravitas it conveyed over and above the usual “Warden” and without the sexist limitations suggested by “Governess”.

Still, none of these psychological comfort blankets worked for any more than a couple of seconds before they were drowned in the black tsunami of reality. She had dwelled on ways out of this surreal situation until her temples thumped, but hadn’t yet arrived at one that would work. Escape, refusal, and retaliation were not realistic options, and placing her son under the roof of her psychotic ex-husband was scarier to her than the threat of her own incarceration.

Just then she heard the click of the front door and the sober but hushed giggling antics of her daughter Gemi and her friend Kartika as they arrived home from another night out. Lucinda smirked as she remembered the days when she and her best friend, Diann, would behave in similar ways, but then both girls squealed in unison, causing her to jump.

‘What is going on out there?’ she called.

The door creaked open. ‘Sorry, Mama,’ said Gemi. The door opened further and there stood Kartika, looking equally sheepish.

Both girls looked particularly beautiful and spritely, despite the late hour. They entered without hesitation, kicked off their sandals and got under the sheets either side of Lucinda. She stretched out her arms and they huddled in close.

‘Sorry, Mama. There was a cockroach…’ said Kartika and she shuddered at the memory.

Lucinda was used to Kartika calling her Mama. The girls had been best of friends since the first day of kindergarten. Kartika got used to copying what Gemi called her and it just stuck.

‘You both should be past the screaming stage by now! Where have you been?’

‘At the river with friends,’ said Gemi. ‘Love you, Mama.’ Her voice already sounded sleepy and in less than a minute both girls were in dreamland.

The distant trills of a Greater Sooty Owl that kept Lucinda company throughout the sleepless nights had stopped for the day. Sunrise was on its way so she slipped from her bed and into the shower. Another trait of the person in charge was to always be first in the office; not least because today was induction day.



Chapter 2

It was 6:37am when she arrived at The Shroud in her new black trouser suit and high heels. She needed one mascot she could physically touch to connect her to her previous life with an instant boost of confidence and her 4-inch heels were it. The overnight guards were surprised to see her so early and she greeted them with a pleasant but elevated air before going to her office.

Despite the fact that she had been blackmailed into this position, she couldn’t help but appreciate something that she had never been privileged to experience during her years as a nurse and a dominatrix – other people to do menial work for her. So, it was with some satisfaction that she discovered two piles of manilla envelopes on her desk and a note from one of the office staff that read:

Dear Governor,

Here are the personnel files for your staff.

Please let me know if you need anything further.

Sincerely,

Charles


On the top of one pile was a post-it note that read Guards and Office Staff. On the other, the note read Punitive Officers. She took the top file and opened it to find a photo of Sarah’s modelesque visage, with her 1000-yard stare in full beam. The paperwork read:

Name:
Sarah Francois

Age:
28

Country of Origin:
Mauritius

Relevant experience:
2 years in the Mauritius SMF.
6 years in the Philippine Special Action Force.


Lucinda flicked through the ancillary notes and quickly skipped to the next envelope:

Name:
Maria Santoso

Age:
32

Country of Origin:
Indonesia

Relevant experience:
4 years as prison guard – Kerobokan Prison.
8 years in Counterterrorism Special Detachment 88.


‘Eight years in Delta 88?’ Lucinda whispered to herself. ‘How the hell am I qualified to be in charge of these people!?’

She slapped down the file and quickly rifled through the rest, counting forty-nine in total. Each of the officers had impressive track records but there was one file missing – the one she most wanted to see. ‘Where’s yours, Lolly?’

The need to see her file was down to a curiosity compounded by the fact that it was obviously deliberately missing. If Sarah was in the Special Air Force and Maria was a long-term member of Delta 88, what could possibly be in Lolly’s history that was more sensitive than that?

A multitude of footsteps in the corridor outside the office made her look at the clock. It was 7:28am. She cursed herself for getting caught up in paperwork when she should have been preparing her introduction speech.

She opened a closet and regarded herself in the full-length mirror on the inside of the door. Despite her lack of sleep, she looked great. Her long, jet-black hair was effortlessly neat and her understated makeup was done to perfection. She straightened her posture, lifted her chin and smoothed down her skirt. It was then that she realised how sweaty her palms were and so dried them on her trousers.

Over the weekend, while she had been honing her tickling skills on the diminutive Japanese prisoner Ichika Tabe, she was reminded of the parallels with all other aspects of BDSM – anyone can hit someone with a stick, but it takes time and around 10,000 whisks of practice to be an expert with a cane. She learnt all the things she didn’t know about how to tickle someone, self-taught and in the space of a weekend. Now she was supposed to stand in front of the office staff, fifty armed guards, fifty punitive tickling experts, and two hundred inductee prisoners and address them like she was in charge.

Fake it till you make it, she thought and regarded the envelopes on the desk. They inspired a recollection of an earlier thought. She buzzed through to the administration office.

Charles answered, ‘Yes, Ma’am?’

‘Have my deputies meet me in the main hall,’ she said.

‘Right away, Ma’am.’

With one more look in the mirror, she clicked her stilettoed heels together and took a deep breath.



Chapter 3

The Shroud corridors spread from the central office reception area like the legs of a splayed octopus. Her explorations over the weekend led her to discover that there were two brightly-lit grey corridors with the prison cells on both sides. Both ended with double doors that opened into the mess hall. Another corridor housed the guards’ and officers’ shower & locker room, as well as a staff entrance stairwell and her office. And the red corridor had fifty well-equipped rooms each side with double doors at the far end that opened into a main hall, which would be adapted to serve any number of functions. Today it was for the induction address.

Every gate was manned by at least two armed guards. Both the main hall and the mess hall had vehicle access. Today the vehicles in the main hall were delivering the prisoners – two hundred of the most nefarious and recalcitrant women in the country, hand-picked by Annisa Wijaya herself, in order to receive punishment and recalibration. Lucinda hadn’t yet had the inclination or the opportunity to ask what would happen to those who were incapable of rehabilitation.

From the central hub, Lucinda could see Lolly, Sarah and Maria dressed in their smart dark grey skirt-suits and waiting for her at the double door entrance to the main hall. She ensured enough time had passed in order for them to have arrived and had to wait. The gate opened and she strutted the length of the corridor; relishing in the superior air of the clip… clip… clip… clip… soundtrack of her high heels echoing off the high ceiling.

‘Good morning, deputies,’ she said.

They nodded greetings.

Lucinda waited.

‘Good morning, Governor,’ they said one after the other.

‘Shall we go in?’

‘It’s best for the prisoners to enter first,’ said Sarah.

‘Keep them waiting, you mean? To let them know who’s boss?’

Sarah nodded. Maria’s nostrils flared a little at the acknowledgement that this had just happened to them.

‘That’s how most people would do it,’ said Lucinda. ‘But I want to see them arrive, in their uninitiated state. We could gain some valuable insights. The door, please.’

Maria placed her hand on the identification panel and the doors opened. Lucinda stepped between them and into the main hall. Lolly, Sarah and Maria shared a look. Lucinda didn’t need to see it; she assumed they would.

The room smelt like a newly-lacquered gymnasium. Officers and guards lined the walls, awaiting her entrance. The guards were armed and dressed in the blue-black attire of riot police. The Punitive Officers, on the other hand, were dressed in smart khaki versions of the deputies’ uniforms. In a corner by the stage were a handful of office staff, who were huddled by an equipment closet.


Lucinda made her way to a stage, on top of which was a lectern, a bondage chair and five office chairs, one of which was occupied by Norman Khoen, captain of the prison guards. Lucinda was pleased that all was as she had requested. Before the stage were two hundred empty chairs, linked to one another so they were unable to be lifted and thrown. On one of the rear corner chairs sat Ichika Tabe, the only woman to have occupied The Shroud cells thus far. They caught each others’ eye and Lucinda could have sworn she detected a fleeting smile from the prisoner.

She arrived at the lectern as her deputies took their seats behind her.

‘Have the prisoners arrived, Captain?’

‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he said.

‘Bring them in, please.’

He signalled toward the far end of the hall and some great shutters rolled up, causing thunder to rumble throughout the room. From the shadows of an underground car park chains rattled as the prisoners were accompanied by guards from their armoured coach rides, across the hall, and to their seats.

There was general bitching and the occasional scuffle as the prisoners, chained together in lines of 20, were shouted at and shoved by the guards to get them to cooperate.

Lucinda was struck by the array of ethnicities before her. It was surely more of a mix than being representative of the country as a whole.

The guards kept the prisoners on their feet until they were given the permission to sit, but one skinny white ginger-haired woman in the back row was intent on disobedience, and each time she sat, she caused the three women chained either side of her to topple over.

‘Ahm tired! I wan’a sit dayown!’ she said with an unmistakable US Alabama accent.

Just then Lucinda noticed the door to the red corridor opening and in stepped Police General Annisa Wijaya accompanied by a tall, beautiful woman with a stern expression, thick-rimmed glasses and her blonde hair in a bun so taught that one could have been forgiven for mistaking her as bald.

Lucinda was aware that she would be tested at any moment and even though these were the first seconds of her governorship, she couldn’t let the disturbance pass. ‘Captain Norman,’ she said, ‘Have that prisoner brought up here and placed in the chair.’

He nodded and spoke to a guard nearest the stage who went to the back row and, together with two other guards, released the ginger-haired prisoner from her chains.

‘Get your goddamn hayands owf mey!’

The ensuing kerfuffle allowed Lucinda to subtly clear her throat before addressing the rest of the prisoners, ‘You may sit down.’

The prisoners sat and Lucinda couldn’t help but notice another white woman—a brunette this time—who, even though seated, looked as though she was standing up. However, it wasn’t her height that made her stand out as much as the burning glare of hate that was confusingly but unmistakably directed at Lucinda.

It took five male guards to lift the struggling ginger-haired prisoner into the bondage chair.

‘What’s your name, prisoner?’

‘Mah name’s Sally-Ann Go-Fuck-Yourself—!’

Her response was instantly met with a back-handed crack across the face from one of the guards and, as she spat and yelled her next words, a ball gag filled her mouth. Her head was yanked back by the strap and wrapped around the headrest. In no time she was completely immobilised; strapped by the wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees with her arms tied out to the side and her legs spread on two support beams in front of her. She tried to shout but each time she did, she choked on her own saliva and so resorted to fighting the restraints.

Lucinda said nothing, but watched the faces of the 199 other prisoners as the actions of Sally-Ann became more subdued even though her ire did not.

Eventually there was silence.

‘I am Governor Astria. You are prisoners of the Indonesian government. Each of you were sent here by your previous wardens or by your sentencing judges, and this is where you will stay until we say you may be released. But, be under no illusions, you will not be able to con us.

‘You will receive three meals and one exercise break per day. The rest of the time you will either be in your cells or receiving treatment. All of you will begin with the same level of treatment. How you respond to it will decide whether you receive more or less, in terms of intensity, regularity, and variety.’

She paused for dramatic effect, and retained her Head Mistress poise despite the majority of the prisoners giving her nothing but looks of contempt in return.

She indicated Sally-Ann. ‘…and we do not tolerate any insubordination.’

Some prisoners looked at one another. Being stuck in a padded chair was a picnic in comparison to the beatings and damp, cold stone-floored isolation chambers they were used to. Lucinda could tell from the smirks on some faces that they thought they had landed on their feet. Even Sally-Ann gave an ominous chuckle from behind her gag.

Lucinda approached her. She looked as unintimidated as if she’d been a free woman with nobody else around. The difference between these prisoners and men who paid a Mistress to dominate them had never been clearer to Lucinda. She could feel Annisa’s gaze on her; willing her to fail.

She turned to her deputies. ‘A demonstration of our treatment, if you will.’

Their brows furrowed a little. Lolly stood. ‘Perhaps you should perform the demonstration yourself, Governor,’ she said in a low tone.

‘That’s not what I want. I want you to do it.’

‘If you’re concerned about appearing incompetent, I can always step in if you get into trouble—‘

‘You should be concerned with one thing, Miss… What is your surname?’

‘Redwood.’

‘The one thing that should be concerning you, Deputy Redwood, is that under my regime here, prisoners are not the only ones who can be disciplined.’

Lolly took a step back and her face relaxed. The remark seemed to elicit some relief that any pretence between them was now unnecessary. She indicated for Sarah and Maria to step forward as she retook her seat.



Chapter 4

Lucinda coolly and deliberately occupied the seat next to Lolly and looked out over the sea of prisoners.

Sarah circled Sally-Ann and stopped behind her while Maria unceremoniously unlaced and pulled off her stained white prison-issue sneakers. As before, Sally-Ann protested unintelligibly through her gag. There were elements of her struggles that were obviously for show; she was demonstrating to her peers that she would not back down to anyone.

Lucinda looked out over the sea of prisoners. All were watching the action, except for one – the tall brunette who still glared with unblinking eyes in her direction. Lucinda leant slowly sideways until the lectern blocked her line of sight. She then noticed Ichika, who was watching the stage with undiluted dread as Maria pulled off Sally-Ann’s grubby socks.

Sally-Ann’s protestations were changed by this and her next muffled shout was an unmistakable, ‘What the fuck?’

‘Your feet are dirty, prisoner!’ said Maria. An officer by the stage opened the equipment closet, took out some latex gloves, a towel, a nailbrush and a jar of sanitiser gel, and handed them up to her.

Maria put on the gloves then squeezed a generous amount of gel into her palm and smeared it all over Sally-Ann’s bare soles. Sally-Ann responded with struggles and grunts of complaint and confusion.

Maria wiped her hands on the towel as she turned to the crowd. ‘Here you will maintain personal hygiene, or we will do it for you.’ With that, she applied the nail brush to Sally-Ann’s slippery right sole. The result resembled an electric shock. Sally-Ann jolted in the chair and went stiff. Her toes clenched and there was a guttural growl from her throat as she attempted to resist.

Lucinda watched intently but retained a passive exterior. This was her chance to observe experts at work. Obviously, Sally-Ann was not someone who was in need of sensitising, but she was curious as to how Maria knew that. Was it just a lucky guess?

The brush scrubbing Sally-Ann’s other sole gave her a renewed energy and the chair shook on the stage. Her guttural noise became a chatter as she held her breath and tried to turn her head from side to side with limited success due to the restriction from the gag.

With her right hand, Maria continued to scrub at Sally-Ann’s left sole. Then everyone watched as her left hand slowly lifted to begin teasing at the right. Sally-Ann jolted again and glared at Maria indignantly while gnashing at the ball-gag and sweat formed on her brow. Lucinda eyed the prisoners and noticed confusion and a few curled upper lips. Until this point, they could have mistaken the on-stage activity as an unpleasant method of hitting home the message about keeping clean, but now it was becoming something else.

Maria’s fingers sped up, which appeared to have a direct correlation with a hue change in Sally-Ann’s complexion. She was squeezing her eyes tight and holding her breath until her pale freckled cheeks turned near ruby-red. All of a sudden her resistance gave way and a blurt of saliva sprayed from behind the ball. Uncomfortable laughter was forced from her and she began rapidly blowing and sucking as much air as she could from around the dripping ball-gag, prompting murmurs from the crowd.

‘Silence!’ Sarah shouted so loud that she made several people all around the hall, including Lucinda, jump.

Lucinda noted the sadistic joy in Maria’s eyes as she revelled in tickling Sally-Ann, and again felt the tingle of excitement that she had first discovered while experimenting with Ichika over the weekend. This made her look at Ichika, who now had her eyes averted. She was the only person not watching the stage.

Sally-Ann began to choke but this made no change in Maria’s actions or demeanour. If anything, she seemed more intent on finding the most ticklish spots on her feet. Lucinda looked at Sarah. As she was standing closest to the head of the chair, she assumed it was her responsibility to release the gag, but she also appeared unmoved.

The prisoners murmured again. ‘Quiet…!’ Sarah warned.

Lucinda turned to Lolly, who returned her look with calm arrogance.

So as to not appear to be an assistant to her deputies, Lucinda leant in to Norman and whispered to him. His reaction was one of uncertainty and Maria and Sarah watched with barely disguised irritation as he stepped up and released the gag. Sally-Ann immediately spluttered and gasped for much-needed oxygen. As soon as she could breathe she fell into helpless giggles.

‘What the fu-hu-ha-hahaha haaaaa!?’

Norman shrugged apologetically and handed the gag to Sarah, who immediately turned it and strapped it back onto the headrest, the buckle-side pulling against Sally-Ann’s forehead and keeping her in place.

‘Noooaaahhhh-ha-ha-ha-haaa!’ she cried.

Norman retook his seat, evidently put out at being placed in the position of having to step outside his jurisdiction.

The mood of the prisoners had also changed. Now that Sally-Ann was very obviously laughing and in no mortal danger, there seemed to be an elevation in doubt at how serious this facility was. Even when Sarah barked another demand for silence it didn’t have the same effect as before.

Maria stepped up her assault on Sally-Ann’s feet by ripping off her gloves and tickling her toes with her nails.

‘Yeeeeee-hee hee hee hee hee heeeeee!’ Sally-Ann squealed, ‘Y-you bitches are crazeeeeeeeey!’

Some prisoners laughed and sat back. It was as though the roughest class in school had just been hand-delivered the world’s softest substitute teacher. Lucinda wondered how effective yelling at the inmates would be in delivering obedience if the main method of discipline didn’t intimidate them at all.

Then Sarah stepped forward.

Sally-Ann was obviously extremely ticklish but seemed able to tolerate it. Her laugh was high-pitched and girlish but lacked any sense of desperation. ’A little more own ma l-left heeeeel! I’ve g-got an i-atch! Ha ha ha!’

Maria suppressed her irritation as she watched Sarah reach under Sally-Ann’s armpits. Sally-Ann caught sight of the approaching hands and instinct kicked in. ’N-no! Nowt thayat! Keep the fuck away from may—! PPPPPWARGHHH!’ she erupted as Sarah’s fingers clasped onto her underarms and began to tickle her expertly.

The response was so immediate and so intense that it caused several prisoners to rethink their dubiousness at the sight.

’N-n-no! Stahhhp!’ cried Sally-Ann before disintegrating into abandoned laughter.

Sarah quickly reached down and lifted her T-shirt. Lucinda caught a glimpse of Sally-Ann’s defined abs and, in an unexpected moment of empathy, almost felt the sensation as Sarah grabbed her obliques and tickled deep into the muscles.

Sally-Ann gave a throat-wrenching scream of laughter and her toes spasmed as Maria and Sarah appeared to hit upon the perfect storm of two ultra-sensitive spots on her body. After the echo of the scream had subsided she laughed in silence, desperate for breath. At last she gasped and bellowed out a primal laughter that was bereft of any pretence – everyone in the room could now see the real Sally-Ann.

Maria and Sarah continued to force barrages of laughter from Sally-Ann’s skinny frame by switching between the most ticklish spots they had discovered on her torso and bare feet. Soon she was dripping with sweat and began to regain her ruby-red complexion as, even without a gag to obstruct her airway, she struggled to breathe.

The tingle of excitement Lucinda previously felt became a distant feeling. She now knew why Ichika couldn’t watch. This was not the comparatively playful torment she had inflicted upon her over the weekend; this was torture. This is what she had become used to at the hands of Lolly, Sarah and Maria before Lucinda arrived.

She glanced sideways and saw Annisa watching the proceedings proudly. This is what she wanted.

Lucinda felt a wave of vertigo. Sally-Ann’s laughter was bereft of personality and sounded positively disturbing. The expressions on many faces mirrored how she felt. She was in no doubt that these women deserved to be punished, but she didn’t know if she had it in her to be so brutal.

Sally-Ann screeched an animalistic caterwaul that reached Lucinda’s core and she felt her upper lip begin to sweat. Before she knew it, she was on her feet and back at her lectern.

‘Thank you, deputies,’ she said, but it wasn’t until she turned to look at them that Sarah and Maria stopped. They gave an obligatory bow that contained no respect.

The guards unstrapped the broken Sally-Ann and led her away.

‘So…’ said Lucinda, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. ‘Keep yourself clean. The guards will take you to your cells. Dismissed.’

Annisa and the tall blonde woman disappeared into the red corridor as the prisoners were taken away. The brunette was clearly affected by the spectacle but it didn’t stop her glowering at Lucinda.

Lucinda addressed one of the office staff. ‘Charles?’

‘Yes, Ma’am?’ he said, hurrying to her feet by the stage.

‘The tall prisoner in the middle, there,’ she said without making it obvious.

‘Yes, Ma’am?’

‘I want her file, immediately.’

‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he said and hurried away.

Lucinda turned to find herself alone on the stage.



Chapter 5

The corridors were filled with the echos of guards shouting orders as Lucinda went back to her office. She opened the door, fully expecting Annisa to be sitting in her seat, but the room was empty.

Her desk intercom buzzed.

‘Yes?’

‘I have emailed you the file you requested,’ said Charles.

‘Thank you,’ she said as she woke her computer and entered her password.

The link Charles had sent automatically opened the prisoner database and Lucinda found herself looking at the mugshots of the brunette. Her name was Julia Hill, 30-years-old and a US national who had immigrated to Indonesia just two years ago. There was a sad frustration in her eyes in the photo – wholly unlike the laser beam of fury that was directed at her the main hall. She was incarcerated for… littering!?

Lucinda’s nose wrinkled. No wonder she was pissed off at being trapped here, she thought. I’d be—

Something on the screen caused her to stop breathing. Among the notes was the name of Julia’s spouse: Edward Hill. Lucinda’s ex-husband.

‘What the hell…?’ Lucinda whispered to herself.

The intercom buzzed. She answered, ‘Yes?’

‘Police General Wijaya has asked that you meet her by the main hall, Ma’am.’

‘Okay,’ she said, and hung up.

She closed the database and again clicked her heels together. I wonder what delightful conversation lies ahead this time, she thought.



Chapter 6

Annisa stood with Captain Norman and one of the other guards. They occupied the same place in the red corridor as the three deputies had done before the induction address.

Lucinda lifted her chin and again appreciated the impressive clacks of her heels on the smooth tiled floor. Half-way down the corridor she realised that a similar sound had come from Annisa’s shoes in the moments before she entered Lucinda’s “workplace” to find her in a dominatrix outfit, standing over Gus. She suppressed a smirk. Despite the position she was now in, Annisa would always have to swallow the bitter pill that Lucinda knew more about how to satisfy her husband than she did.

‘Hello, Police General. I wasn’t expecting you here today,’ said Lucinda.

‘You should always expect me,’ said Annisa.

‘What can I do for you?’

‘You need to meet someone.’

‘Okay…’ As there was nobody new in the immediate vicinity Lucinda indicated for the guard to open the door to the main hall where she expected the tall blonde woman to be waiting for them.

‘Not in there, Governor,’ said Annisa with a belittling tone. She touched her palm to the silver fingerprint reader of Punishment Suite 025, and the door unlocked. ‘You can stay out here, Captain.’

Annisa closed the door behind them. As Lucinda expected, inside the suite she found the tall blonde woman. She was accompanied by Lolly, Sarah and Maria.

‘This is Professor Eva Van Buren,’ said Annisa.

‘Please, call me Eva,’ she said as she stepped forward and held out her hand. Her manner seemed a lot more pleasant than the impression she gave off in the main hall.

‘I have asked Professor Van Buren to join you here,’ said Annisa.

‘I see,’ said Lucinda. She paused, awaiting an explanation that wasn’t forthcoming. ‘For what reason?’

‘As joint manager of the facility.’

‘Joint manager? I thought you wanted me to run it.’

‘I do,’ said Annisa. ‘What I want even more—and what the President wants—is for this place to be run with optimal effectiveness. Professor Van Buren has a PhD in psychology. So, while there are enough people here who focus on the physical, she has methods of breaking mental barriers.’

Lucinda was irritated, ‘But equal—?’

‘Police General Wijaya thinks it will be beneficial for us to oversee the punishment of prisoners together,’ Eva interrupted. ‘She has suggested that you may not be as qualified as you need to be to do the job. Alone.’

Lucinda bristled. ‘I am perfectly capable—‘

‘This is a view that has been backed up by your very experienced deputies.’

Lucinda resisted throwing them a dirty look. She would have expected nothing else from them. Instead, she stood tall. In her 4-inch heels she matched Eva’s natural height. ‘Despite what anyone else in this room thinks, I have plenty of experience in handling people and dishing out punishments—‘

‘That isn’t the impression I got from watching you this morning,’ said Eva.

‘I’m the Governor; I delegate. Police General Wijaya doesn’t go out on the streets doing detective work and chasing criminals—‘

‘Not any more, but I have,’ said Annisa. ‘And I made it clear that you are to be active in the day-to-day torture of these criminals.’

‘I will be—‘

‘And since you have not yet demonstrated that you are up to the task, I am going to give you one last chance.’

Lucinda listened for footsteps in the corridor that indicated the delivery of another hapless prisoner upon whom she would demonstrate her skills and prepared herself to demonstrate more ruthlessness than she was comfortable with.

‘However,’ continued Eva, ‘before you do, the Police General has suggested—and I agree—that you would benefit from empathy training.’

‘Empathy training?’

‘Yes. Surely during your apprenticeship as a dominatrix, you went through empathy training?’

Lucinda was momentarily perplexed, but realisation dawned on her as Eva spoke: ‘How could you have confidence in the treatments you administered if you never experienced them yourself?’

‘I work on client feedback – I don’t need to experience it.’

‘It’s not a request,’ said Annisa and she motioned for the deputies to put Lucinda in place.

Lucinda almost took a step back but there was nowhere to go. She was outnumbered and any struggle would not end in her favour. The best she could do would be to take control of the situation. ‘Let’s get on with it then,’ she said, taking off her jacket and stepping further into the room.

Mildly irritated that there was no need to use her stun baton, Sarah made way.

Lucinda had no idea what to expect from herself in this situation. She had no memory of ever being tickled and didn’t even know if she was ticklish. Still, she knew it would be a good idea to narrow the potential targets and so she headed for the St. Andrew’s Cross – at least her feet would be flat on the floor and she wouldn’t have to look at the self-satisfied face of whichever deputy was touching her.

‘I think the chair would be best, Governor,’ said Lolly.

‘Fine,’ said Lucinda. Again, alacrity was her best form of defence and so without hesitation or sign of irritation, she tossed her jacket onto a bench and climbed into the chair, resting her legs onto the support beams and placing her ankles into the ankle cups.

‘We generally don’t allow prisoners to be fully dressed,’ said Maria.

‘I’m not a prisoner, deputy,’ said Lucinda, taking one last opportunity to put Maria in her place.

‘That’s correct,’ said Annisa. ‘We can all do without seeing anything like that.’

Lucinda dismissed the inference that removing her blouse and trousers would be an unpleasant sight. It was a petty jibe from Annisa and probably more down to her not wanting to see exactly how sexy Lucinda was. It was most likely an unfounded insecurity; she could tell from Annisa’s posture and the way her uniform outlined her body that she was a fit woman. Then again, it was understandable not to want to take the risk of being outdone by the body of the woman her husband worshipped for eight years.

Lolly set to work locking Lucinda’s limbs in place as everyone else took a seat.

‘There needs to be an audience for this?’ Lucinda asked.

She received no answer.



Chapter 7

The calm arrogance that Lucinda had seen in Lolly on the stage was still evident as she strapped her ankles into place. She had to wonder if Lolly had known at that point that this was on the menu for the day.

Whether there was anything to be gained from being in this position was debatable, but it certainly sharpened ones empathy with the predicament that prisoners found themselves in. She was hardly able to move her legs when her ankles were buckled into place but when Lolly rotated curved steel bars over her kneecaps and locked them, there was truly no room for manoeuvre

‘Arms out to the side, please, Governor,’ said Lolly.

As Lucinda lifted her arms out at shoulder height, it occurred to her that the term Governor wasn’t turning out to be the impenetrable comfort blanket that she had envisaged.

When both arms of her arms were stretched into position, she thought of Sally-Ann who, even though she had also been gagged and on stage in front of hundreds of people, was tough enough to truly not care about her dilemma. At this moment, it was taking every ounce of Lucinda’s concentration not to freak out. She held on to the notion that she needed to give the impression of being completely unfazed.

‘Straps: done,’ said Lolly, as if confirming a mental checklist. ‘Is that sweat?’ She poked at Lucinda’s underarm, which provoked an intake of breath; more due to apprehension than actual sensitivity. ‘Yes. I think it is.’ Her voice now featured a cutesy quality that seemed effortless yet deliberately taunting as she cupped hold of Lucinda’s high heels. ‘I just need to remove these – you don’t mind, do you?’

Lucinda felt the air in the room as the soles of the shoes audibly peeled away and her feet were left bare. Her feet looked decidedly pale against the background of the red walls, and she had a flashback to the only unprompted compliment she received from Edward after their wedding day: “You could be a foot model.” He wasn’t even a foot guy as far as she knew.

Her black shellac toenail polish was flawless except for the tiny splodge on the skin of her big toe. When she had painted her toes that morning she remembered thinking, “I’d better clean that… Oh, who cares? Nobody’s gonna see it.”

If my life was a sitcom, that’s where the canned laughter would go. Now look where you are, Crazy Lucy.

Lolly put the shoes down neatly next to the bench. She then took a position at Lucinda’s feet and stroked over the top of one. She seemed to appreciate Lucinda’s soft skin. Lucinda resisted the urge to react. She couldn’t tell whether it was because of sensitivity; a revulsion against being touched by Lolly; or simply being so unused to that kind of touch.

‘Can we hurry this along? I have plenty of work to do—‘ she said and found her last word undermined as Lolly grew tired of her cockiness and began to gently tickle her soles with her vampish nails.

It’ll be Lolly who’s doing this, then, thought Lucinda.

The gentle stimulation of her feet gave her the urge to squirm. There was something very unfamiliar about this sensation and she tried to make sense of it. The light scratching of her soles was intense but was also causing a tingle in the outer part of her calves and a strange feeling in her tummy.

Lolly wasn’t looking at her face for a reaction. She appeared entranced by the soft, creamy skin of Lucinda’s soles as she swirled both hands over both feet, with movements that resembled a cross between a gymnast with a twirling ribbon and a new age hippy dancing at a summer solstice.

Lucinda felt her breath high in her chest and tried to take it deeper but couldn’t. She chewed the side of her cheek to prevent the onset of a smirk. Even from the corner of her eye, Lolly evidently recognised Lucinda’s coping mechanism of painting on a facade of deep intrigue to cover the need to smile, and she began to speed up her movements.

The continued and intensifying strokes over a patch of skin the size of a coin about an inch down from the fourth toe on both feet was becoming difficult to ignore. The trails of the fingernails were unpredictable and—from her toes to her ankles—no parts of her feet were left unexplored, but Lucinda was aware that her body was responding each time the trails reached those spots. She tried to control the reaction but she couldn’t help it; it was a physical and psychological reflex.

Without closing her eyes she tried to zone out but the responses were undeniable. The anticipation followed by the intense sensitivity inspired visions of multi-coloured sparkles, and each time they were stimulated by Lolly’s electric nails the tingle in Lucinda’s calves grew more intense. That’s when she realised why her calves were lighting up with energy – it was her flight response. She wanted to run. She wanted to run, but she was tied down. She may not remember this ever happening to her, but something deep in her psyche—a buried memory, or some in-built instinct—was letting her know she was in trouble.

Suddenly, Lolly stopped. Lucinda tried to disguise a deep breathe of relief, but Lolly wasn’t giving up. Like a maestro commanding silence before a rousing chorus, her precision caught Lucinda mid-breath, attacking the magical patches and igniting a spectrum of sparkles in Lucinda’s mind. At that moment, Lucinda also realised that the sensation in her tummy was from the deep well of her humanity; the place where she kept her vulnerabilities hidden. The vault that, for twelve years, was buried by a fierce mother and defended by a leather-clad lioness.

But that safe had just been breached and twelve years of denial came rushing to the surface.

Lucinda blushed as a smile spread across her lips, ‘Oh, goodness…’ she said as the inevitable happened – she lost control and melted into a stream of titters.

There was a unique humiliation at being forced to laugh as a demonstration that she was not infallible, and a surreal theatre to it being watched by five women with whom she shared a mutual dislike.

Despite the haze of laughter, she noted the look of triumph that was displayed in different ways on the faces of Lolly, Sarah, Maria, and, of course, Annisa, was not shared by Eva.

Lucinda jolted as Lolly intensified her attack. ‘Oh, goodness!’ she cried in surprise, laughed all the more, and threw her gaze to the ceiling.

This bitch has got me! Oh, God, I am ticklish! What can I do!? Okay, okay… I can’t stop laughing, but what can I do? I can… I can… Oh, God, this tickles so much! I can’t think! I will just let it happen. I’ll just laugh. But I won’t struggle. There’s no point anyway! I’ll just let them make me laugh and I won’t struggle or beg. They’ll never get that from me. Oh, my Lord this tickles!

Movement in the room made her lower her gaze and she found Lolly handing off her position. With no discernible break in contact, Maria took Lolly’s place, tickling the vibrant spots on the balls of Lucinda’s feet with a sadistic glee that was even more pronounced than when she was torturing Sally-Ann.

Lolly moved to Lucinda’s side, making firm but gentle pincer movements up her legs along the way.

Ai! Ai! Ai!’ Lucinda squeaked with increasing panic as the squeezes got higher.

Holy Hell, where did that noise come from!? she thought. I sounded like Ichika!

As she ran out of legs to climb, and again with a deft pause to precede it, Lolly sank both thumbs into the muscles at the tops of Lucinda’s thighs. Lucinda blared with laughter and was kept from lurching forward by the arm restraints, so instead slammed backward into the back support.

Lolly sneered and beckoned Sarah to join them.

Lucinda saw Sarah step behind her and out of view, ‘Oh, n—-‘ she literally bit her own tongue to prevent her instinct to beg. Now knowing what it felt to be tickled on her feet in this helpless position, she knew that her armpits were going to be a prime ticklish spot. She also felt absurdly embarrassed about how sweaty her armpits were.

She saw Sarah’s hands begin to raise from below and screwed her eyes tight, holding her breath in a desperate attempt to find a way to endure what would now be a three-way gang tickle.

Maybe next time I should prepare by getting Diann to tickle me! thought Lucinda. Cue the canned laughter!

She heard a piteous whine from herself as Sarah’s strong hands lifted the damp material of her blouse into her underarms and began to scrabble with hideous effectiveness at her skin and forcing her to hoot with laughter.

The overwhelming sense of humiliation from this subversion almost provoked Lucinda to cry. That’s when The Dominatrix spoke up:

Pull yourself together! You’re doing this for your kids! You can take this! These bitches can’t break you! It won’t go on for ever! Just fight back!

Lucinda clenched her teeth and growled loudly. Her rage didn’t diminish how ticklish all of the attacks felt, but it reduced her level of hilarity. She glared at Lolly who was still by her side, then she noticed Eva stand up.

‘I’m glad you have reached this stage,’ said Eva. ‘I was waiting for a chance to demonstrate my area of specialism…’

Lucinda shook and sweated through gritted teeth and wide-eyed angry chuckles as Eva approached. She awaited an assault from the woman was about to announce that she had a PhD in Brain-Tickling from the University of Amsterdam. At this point, nothing would surprise her.

‘You see, I specialise in fear. I used to treat phobias until I realised that the power of exploiting them. Now, I utilise people’s fear against them and have developed ways to actually cultivate phobias.’

Annisa held up a hand and the deputies stopped tickling.

‘I don’t have a fear of tickling,’ said Lucinda, her body shuddering from the after effects.

‘No, but I’ve discovered that physical responses to sensations like pain and tickling can be enhanced when fear of anything is incorporated into the treatment. Miss Redwood, if you please…?’

Lolly went to the equipment cupboard and returned with a single long, pointed turkey feather. She held it in her teeth as she untucked Lucinda’s blouse from her suit-pants, undid the bottom buttons, and tied the blouse in a knot, exposing Lucinda’s stomach. She then looked Lucinda dead in the eye as she aimed the tip of the feather at her navel.

Lucinda felt a sense of dread. She was proud of her tummy and had done hundreds of thousands of sit-ups over the years to keep it as toned as it was and admired it often in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. But now she knew, even more so than she felt with her armpits, that she was vulnerable. Her belly retracted to avoid the feather but there was only so far she could go.

Lolly teased the feather in circles around the outside of Lucinda’s belly button causing an involuntary flutter of the skin. Then the tip dipped inside and began to twiddle against her navel. Lucinda whimpered a little.

‘It looks as though you are quite susceptible to this treatment,’ said Eva. ‘It’s unfortunate for my purposes that you seem so pathetically ticklish all over your body, Ms Astria, but let’s see if I can demonstrate a little anyway…’

Sweat dripped down Lucinda’s cheek as she turned to Eva with undisguised venom. ‘Perhaps you should get in this chair and we’ll see how pathetic you are!’

‘Your fear is not as traditional as snakes or flying,’ continued Eva, ‘Your fear lies with losing your family…’

Lucinda’s blood ran cold.

‘…which is something that will happen if you don’t perform as the Police General commands.’

Lucinda looked past Eva to Annisa. Her smile was so utterly vainglorious that, if she wasn’t tied down, the expression alone would have prompted Lucinda to punch her straight in the face.

‘And while I remind you that you are so defenceless in every single aspect of your life…’ said Eva.

’…it makes it a lot easier for us to do this!’ said Lolly as she twisted the feather inside her navel.

Lucinda snorted a laugh and thrashed against the restraints. The impotent desire to be free, her anger at the threats to her family and the revelation of her ticklishness were set alight by the simple light flick of a feather tip inside her belly button, which was without doubt the most ticklish moment of the whole ordeal so far.

She exploded with a laugh so loud and hearty that if she’d heard it from anyone else, she would have assumed they were having fun. After some hours the laughter did not sound at all light-hearted.

Until the early hours of the evening the prisoners were haunted by the sounds of some tortured soul, who they assumed was one of their own, as hysterical screams echoed throughout the complex.



Chapter 8

Lucinda’s best friend, Diann, often cooked for Gemi and Rez when she knew their mother was going to be late home. She didn’t mind. In fact, it was her preferred way to spend the evening when her husband was out of the country on business. This evening, after dinner she watched a cheesy romantic movie on TV and fell asleep on the sofa.

Curiosity about the surreal situation Lucinda found herself in—as the manager of a correctional facility at which the prisoners were tickled as punishment—also undoubtedly kept her at the house and found its way into her dreams. Since Lucinda asked whether she could tickle her highly sensitive feet a couple of days ago, Diann kept finding that each dream featured a moment where her feet were vulnerable. This sofa doze was no different.

She dreamt that she was on the same sofa in the same house but that Rez had left the door open when he went to spend the night at his friend’s house. Diann was frustrated that she couldn’t muster the physical energy to get up and close the door, even though she was worried that anyone or anything could come in. No sooner had this occurred to her, then a procession of stray cats began to mosey their way inside until the floor was almost a feline carpet. Now, even if she had the energy, she didn’t know if she would be able to find the carpet with her feet without stepping on a cat. As soon as she considered her feet, she felt a tail sweep across one sole. It made her giggle. Then a hungry alleycat began to nuzzle the other foot in an attempt to persuade her to throw him some scraps. This made her giggle more. She was still unable to move but she felt herself begin to sweat. The sweat build up on her soles and attracted the attention of several cats which began to explore the water dripping from her toes. At first she felt the light tease of whiskers as they sniffed around her toes. Then they began to lick. She knew how ticklish this was going to feel but she couldn’t move and couldn’t shoo them away. She could only pray that nobody would come through the door and take advantage of her paralysis, but just as she thought this, the door began to open—

‘Eek!’ she squealed, jumping herself awake.

Lucinda stood in the doorway, ‘Sorry, D. I didn’t mean to wake you.’

Diann had to calm herself. ‘It’s okay, I was just… Are you okay?’ Lucinda was pale and utterly exhausted.

‘I…’ said Lucinda before her knees began to buckle. Diann leapt from the sofa and caught her.

‘Honey! What happened?’ she said, helping Lucinda to the sofa.

Lucinda proceeded to explain the events of the day. Diann listened, astounded. They discussed how incredible the whole thing was. They speculated over why Edward’s second wife would be incarcerated and how she most certainly recognised Lucinda. They vented about how horrible Annisa, Eva and the deputies were. But mostly they tried to work out a way that Lucinda could get out of this impossible situation.

They were so deep in conversation that they didn’t notice Gemi, who had been awoken by Diann’s squeal and stepped into the hallway, and who was listening to their every word…


TO BE CONTINUED…
 
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This is a great series, I'm very curious for the next parts. You're very talented.
 
This actually reminds me of a story idea I’ve had rolling around in my head. Well done!
 
Oh boy part two was just as good as part one! The display of what the prisoners were in for and the shock that its not to be taken lightly was really well written! You showed the difference between what Lucinda thought the tickling of the prisoners and what it actually would be like (by the more experienced deputies at least) very well. Lucinda def learned just how tortuous it can be when done by someone who knows what they're doing, and the psychological aspect too was great! I can certainly see that empathy training as a good motivation for Lucinda to not mess things up unless she wants more "lessons" haha. Another great chapter and still holding out hope for a part 3 maybe :).
 
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