David and Becky - Resolution Ch. 17

This story is entirely fictional and is intended as a fantasy in the world of female domination and male submission. It involves tease and denial with and without the use of a male chastity device, cuckoldry and corporal punishment. No part of this story is written to suggest such lifestyles were realistic or believable. The characters, named and unnamed, are not based on any living or deceased persons. All locations, whether named or otherwise, in this story, including the nation of Siskovia Province, the city of Keara, and Casavana Prison, are also fictitious, and any similarities to any that exist anywhere, are coincidental. If you are not interested in fiction in which males, whether willingly or forced, submit to dominant females, or find such subjects objectionable and in opposition to your own preferences, I would strongly suggest you exercise your right not to read any further.

Chapter 17

The interview with the police happened later on the day Elena was arrested. Madam Popescu was with me during the interview, helping out whenever there was a language difficulty. The police officers, a male and a female didn't delve too deeply into the facts and seemed only interested in me confirming Elena alone had supplied me with access to the internet while I was in prison. They were also interested that she had given me Cassie's email address, as this showed intent on her part to encourage me to send messages. I confirmed all this to them, and they asked if I was happy for my testimony to be used against Elena and if I would confirm my testimony in court, if necessary. I agreed.

Nothing more happened during the next few days with regard to Elena, and it was not until the first day of my third week in Casavana that I received a significant visitor to my cell. It was Cece who arrived, bringing with her the clothes I had worn on the day I arrived and when interviewed by the police. She dropped them onto the bed. She then knelt down behind me and unfastened the ankle chain and removed the leather straps from my ankles. Unfortunately, my cock cage remained on.

"Get dressed in those clothes so I can take you up to see Madam Popescu," she said, without sounding too enthusiastic.

When I picked them up, I was pleased to see and feel they had been washed again. This was only to be expected as Madam Popescu was a stickler for cleanliness, hence the showers that were in every cell in the femdom wing of her prison.

"May I ask a question, Madam Cece?" I continued dressing as I spoke.

She took the strap from her belt, the one with the two prongs. "Do not pull up pants until I hear what you want to say, in case I need to beat you for a stupid question," she said.

I was sorry I'd spoken, as I would find the answer to my question as soon as I was taken up to the office. "Is my wife here?" I asked.

"No," she answered. "Get dressed quickly before I change my mind and beat you for a stupid question."

I was relieved I didn't get hit, but sad I wasn't going to see Becky. I just hoped by the end of this, whatever it was, Elena would be fired or imprisoned, and I could get on with my final two weeks in here before starting with Becky all over again back home. It still troubled me though, with what Madam Popescu had got me to testify to. I hoped, during this hearing or trial or whatever Siskovian style justice I was going to be part of, all I'd be asked to do was say, yes, when asked to confirm if my testimony against Elena, was true.

When we arrived in the main building, I was taken to Madam Popescu's office, as expected, and shown in. The room had the usual femdom prison guards in there, plus the middle aged court official sitting, as usual, at her desk. Nalina Radu was sitting in the corner next to the closed door of Madam Popescu's private room. I noticed not one, but two empty seats at her desk. I was told to sit by the wall opposite the desk next to Justyna with Cece on my other side.

Sitting in this office, or courtroom, being dressed in my own clothes, felt very strange; it was the first time I'd experienced it. The only other occasion I had had any clothes on in this room was when Elena tried to have my sentence increased, and then it was ill fitting orange prison clothes I'd worn. It felt very tense in the room as I, and everyone else, waited for something to start, but we didn't have long to wait before the private office door opened and Madam Popescu and Judge Olarescu emerged.

We all stood and remained on our feet until the two Judges sat down at the desk alongside each other.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Madam Popescu said. "Today's proceedings will be in English." She looked at Gabriela. "Would you please bring in the accused, Madam Gabriela."

Without a word, the beautiful, tall, blonde guard opened the door of the office and stood back. I felt a little nervous as I awaited Elena's entrance, and when I saw her, I actually felt sorry for her dressed in an orange jumpsuit with her hands cuffed behind her back and wearing an ankle chain just like I usually wore.

She shuffled in and was positioned by Gabriela's rough hands to stand in the centre of the floor where she was secured to the ring bolt. It must have been so humiliating being treated like that by someone who was once her colleague, but I hadn't realised just how humiliating it was for the victim. Should I ever have to stand like that in this room again, I knew I would feel worse knowing what the prisoner looked like. I'd been chained up in that same spot, and I'd been naked which made it even more degrading. Was it possible I actually felt a very delayed feeling of additional humiliation from my previous experiences in this room. It helped Elena's dignity only slightly that she was clothed.

"Elena. The charge against you is that during the period from 1st October 2016 and 31st January 2017, while serving as an employee of the Siskovian Province Judicial Department, you gave a serving prisoner access to the internet, enabling him, unsupervised, to smuggle email messages into and out of this prison thus risking the security of staff members and the general public. What is your response?"

Elena looked across at me and I quickly looked down at the floor. I knew what was coming next; I would have to testify if she denied the charge. I felt her eyes move away from me and turn towards Madam Popescu.

"You are a hypocrite," Elena snapped at her. "You did worse than me when you filmed the same prisoner receive a caning and broadcast it outside the prison."

Those in the room gasped, and even Judge Olarescu turned to look at Madam Popescu.

"Nothing less than I would expect from you, Elena," Madam Popescu said, calmly. From the information provided to her by Izabela, she was undoubtedly prepared for that. "Attack is the best form of defence. But, to use lies as an argument is beneath even you. No such thing occurred." I couldn't believe how brazenly Madam Popescu had lied. "The court is only interested in your response to the charge brought against you."

"I demand a lawyer," Elena said.

"This is an internal investigation, Elena," Judge Olarescu said, in a calming manner. "You already are aware; employees of the Judicial Department are not permitted representation when faced with accusations of misconduct."

"This is a stitch up by that woman who is not fit to run a prison," countered Elena. "She knew I was about to bring a case against her and she's only doing this to ..."

"Madam Popescu is not on trial ..." the Judge said, speaking over Elena to drown her out.

"She should be," Elena interrupted, speaking even more forcefully. Then she turned to me. "Tell them, David, tell the truth of how you were treated. Tell them your caning was filmed and broadcast outside this prison to your wife and lover."

"Elena," Madam Popescu said, sternly. "You must also be aware, should you not reply to the accusation, you will be found guilty by default."

Elena looked livid as she pulled at the chain holding her ankles in the middle of the floor. I knew what that felt like; at least she was wearing prison clothes. She tried to calm herself by breathing deeply, but she held Madam Popescu's eyes in hers. "I deny the charges," she said defiantly after a few moments.

"David Emerson, please stand." Madam Popescu said. My heart sank.

I stood up nervously and all eyes in the room fell on me. "On 1st October 2016, did Elena bring into your cell a laptop for your use?"

"Yes, Madam Popescu," I answered.

"Why did she bring the laptop to you?"

"Because you asked me to write an account of my time in Casavana,"

"Did I ask you to use the laptop for anything else?"

"No, Madam Popescu."

"Did the laptop give you access to the internet?"

I paused momentarily as we were getting on to the important questions. "Yes, Madam Popescu."

"How did you discover this?"

"Madam Elena told me."

"How did Elena know the laptop had internet access?"

"Because she set it up that way, Madam Popescu."

"How do you know she set it up for internet access?"

"She told me, Madam Popescu."

"So, to clarify, you are saying, Elena gave you a laptop which she had purposely set up to receive the internet."

"Yes, Madam Popescu."

"Finally, Mr Emerson, did Elena encourage you in any way to use the internet?"

This was the killer question, I realised. I couldn't help but glance at Elena who was looking at me with pleading eyes. This was so difficult for me, because as much as I hated all those other things she'd done to me, I still had some weird feelings for her as my jailer, tormentor, whatever it was. But I knew I couldn't go against Madam Popescu, she was too powerful and had too much control over my situation. Also, it was true, she had given me internet access and encouraged me to use it. "Yes, Madam Popescu, she did," I answered, my words coming out slowly.

"Oh," she said, as if surprised. "Would you care to elaborate."

"She gave me the email address of someone I knew so I could contact them." I wasn't going to say that she'd been sending messages to Cassie on my behalf and bringing the replies to me. I didn't want to add to her woes, but I also knew, if I offered that information, Dr Petran could have been dragged into this, too. It was the doctor who had started all this off by asking Elena to send messages to Cassie and return her replies to me.

Madam Popescu looked back at Elena for a response.

"Of course he's going to answer the questions the way you want him to," Elena said, sharply. "He's terrified to say a word against you just like everyone else who comes into contact with you. You poison everyone."

"Enough, Elena," Madam Popescu said, standing up. Elena seemed to melt in defeat. "A witness has testified that you committed the crime you are charged with. Judge Olarescu, have you anything to say?"

"This case seems simple enough, Madam Popescu. The witness has confirmed he was given internet access, but I would like to see a little more evidence that he sent and received emails."

As if prepared for that request, Cece approached the desk and handed some papers to Madam Popescu who thumbed through them before passing them on to Judge Olarescu. "These are the full printouts of all emails sent and received by David Emerson during the dates in question."

"How did you get hold of them, Madam Popescu?" the Judge asked as she began looking through them.

"They were obtained from the woman who engaged in the communication with the prisoner. She sent them to me on a purely voluntary basis without me or any of my staff requesting them."

The Judge continued flicking through and reading some of the emails for a few minutes before looking straight at Elena. "It seems the case against you is fairly solid, Elena."

Madam Popescu spoke again, it seemed she was anxious to bring this whole thing quickly to its conclusion. "There is nothing more to be said other than for Judge Olarescu and I to decide how you should be dealt with. You will be taken back to the holding cell and we will return with our final verdict and if action should be taken against you."

Once Elena had been unfastened from the floor bolt and removed from the room, I was also taken back down to my cell. I wasn't sure if I was required to go back up to watch the sentencing, I hoped not, I just wanted all this to be over so I could count down the final days of my time here, alone. A good indicator that my presence wasn't required came when I was ordered to strip off my clothes in the cell and give them up to Cece who smirked as she saw my nakedness.

"May I ask a couple of questions, Madam Cece?" I said, already feeling a little relieved nothing more had come out in the trial.

She took the long two pronged strap from her belt and looked at me with an evil grin on her face. "I will allow you to ask as many questions as you like. The first will earn one stroke, two extra strokes for a second question, three extra for a third and so on."

Ouch! That sounded a bit brutal, but I asked anyway. "Will I have to go back upstairs again for Elena's verdict and sentencing?"

"No. One stroke."

"Will I have to keep this cock cage on?"

"Yes. Two more strokes, that makes three."

"Why?" I asked, feeling aggrieved. It annoyed me as the cage was only on because of Elena giving me sexual treats. There was no chance of that happening again.

"Because Madam Popescu has given no order to take it off. That is three questions, so three more strokes; you are up to six. Please ask more."

That third question was asked without me thinking and I decided to stop there. "No more, Madam Cece."

"Get on the bed for your beating."

I did as I was told and lay face down with the pillow under me while Cece laid into me with her strap, whacking it down hard six times with little rest between each stroke. It was deliciously painful, and I have to say I was now at a stage where I enjoyed being beaten hard with the strap. It was the first time I'd felt the strap on my bottom from Cece who seemed to favour beating my legs, but she gave hard painful strokes that had me wincing and moaning. With just two weeks to go before my release, I was already beginning to think how I would miss this treatment when I was gone.

"May I ask one more question," I said, remaining where I was knowing she would add four more strokes.

"What?"

"Will I be informed what happens to Madam Elena?"

"That is up to Madam Popescu. Four more strokes. If you ask another, you will be reported for a caning."

"No more questions, Madam Cece," I said, hoping Madam Popescu would tell me what happens to Elena.

The four additional strokes she gave me, really blistered my bottom, and when she left, I lay on my stomach relishing the throbbing that remained with me for quite a while.

During the days that followed, I was given more of the treatment I was used to in Casavana. Brick carrying in the yard came back, and I was subjected to more cell inspections and strappings. I was given no information as to the fate of Elena, but it was clear, the threat to Madam Popescu was over, and her guards seemed more relaxed and eager to carry out their sadistic work with enthusiasm.

With only staying for a month, it felt more as though I could cope with Casavana in short measures. With nothing more having been mentioned about Elena and the court case, I was beginning to think I wasn't going to be held to account for anything. But when Cece and Justyna came down to my cell just after lunch with just seven days to go, it seemed things weren't going to be quite as straight forward as I expected.

Without any information given to me, I was ordered to stand, and my arms were cuffed behind my back. I was then manhandled with unnecessary roughness out of the cell and marched up the stairs. Into the bright sunshine in the yard and on towards the door to the front of the main building I was directed, my naked body on full view to any other female guards and staff who were milling around. As if to put on a show for those watching, Cece produced her strap and gave me two hard smacks on the backs of my legs and ordered me to pick up some speed. With the ankle chain preventing anything more than a single foot of movement between steps, I was unable to quicken my pace thus earning a couple more strokes.

Once into the main building, Cece and Justyna shared a laugh, speaking to each other in their own language before reaching Madam Popescu's office. I was pushed inside where I was greeted by Madam Popescu who was seated behind her desk.

"Madam Popescu, why am I here?" I asked.

Another stroke whipped across the back of my thigh; it was from Cece. "No-one gave permission for you to speak, prisoner," she said.

That was a stupid mistake to make, but it was brought about by fear of what was going on. I was manoeuvred into the centre of the floor and attached to the ring bolt as Nalina Radu entered from the back office. She was pleased to see me and smiled at me; it was more like a mocking grin. Izabela, Elena's traitorous confidant, and Gabriela were also in the room. What was all this about?

"Thank you, Mr Emerson, for joining us," Madam Popescu said, as if I'd had a choice. "I see the chastity device is still doing its job. I informed your wife many days ago what we had done and why, it was her suggestion we should leave it on, reminding me of certain reasons why she believes you deserve it."

She paused, as was usual, testing if I would be mindful of the no talking rule.

"Your wife is not here today but will be arriving in two days to work on some accounting issues for me. She will be staying in Siskovia Province until the end of the month, the day you are due to leave us. But you haven't been brought up here for me to tell you that news. It was a happy accident that you came to Casavana at this time during a mini crisis in the prison with the approach of Elena's attempt to de-throne me. Receiving the communication from Ms Porter, was a fortunate event for me and gave me the opportunity, with you also being here, of making my pre-emptive strike against Elena. That has turned out very well. Do you wish to know the outcome for Elena's misguided attempt to oust me, Mr Emerson?"

"Yes, I would, Madam Popescu," I answered.

"She has been fired from her position within the Judicial system of Siskovia Province and will be barred from further employment with us. In addition, for her punishment, she was given a choice of two options. The first was to spend five years in a federal prison away from Casavana. The second option was to spend three years in Casavana living under a strict regime similar to what you have experienced here."

I couldn't help myself from grinning at the irony of her spending three years in a cell and enduring the same treatment I had to suffer. "May I ask which option she chose, Madam Popescu?"

"She has yet to make up her mind," she said, her face displaying no emotion. "She is currently in a cell in the general prison wing here in Casavana while she decides which option to take. She has another twelve days to decide before the decision is made for her. Having worked for the Judicial system, it would be unwise of her to choose a federal prison due to reprisals from other prisoners unhappy she once worked on the opposite side of the law to them. However, her pride may convince her to stay away from Casavana where we would all enjoy punishing her in our own unique way as a traitor to our profession."

"It would be very fitting if she got to serve the three year sentence in Casavana she tried to have imposed on me," I said.

"Yes, your prison sentence," she said, speaking in an ominous tone, but was there a hint of a devious smile. "It is to discuss your prison sentence that is the main reason for me bringing you up to my office."

A cloud descended over me at not just her words, but the manner in which she said them. "What about my sentence, Madam Popescu?" I asked, nervously.