Kelsey Pays For Her Crimes Ch. 01

Kelsey wondered who the third person who needed prepping was. Last time, the people who had a spreader bar applied were already tied in front of the public before it was given to them, so it wouldn't be the seven people who had that awaiting them. The two people she was certain needed preparation were Johnny and Katrina, so that meant one of her, Zoe, or Jeremy had something coming.

"Listen to their directions and soon we will get underway. Not listening means a worse punishment," the guard threatened, "Technicians, they're all yours."

The short red-haired tech walked into the aisle to address the prisoners, "Jeremy Gardner, make yourself known."

"That's me," he said frowning, as Kelsey's question was answered.

"You're first so there is time for the drug to take effect," the technician said as she stepped in front of him.

Kelsey wondered what the drug was for as the technician laid a pill on his tongue and ordered him to swallow. He didn't resist and the woman bent over him to shine a flashlight into his mouth, presumably to make sure he wasn't hiding it under his tongue.

"Do you know what that was?" Kelsey whispered to Zoe.

"Viagra, basically. He has to be hard for his punishment."

Kelsey groaned, "Didn't think I'd see that."

"He's not looking forward to it," Zoe answered as the technician stood back up.

"Katrina Marsten," the woman said.

"Here," came a scared squeak of a response from down the line of bodies.

The male technician walked toward her, reaching into his pocket where he must have the nipple clamps meant for her. He stood over the obviously scared girl and held the instrument out in front of him. They were shiny metal clips covered in rubber and connected by a short chain. He reached down and fondled one of her small breasts, coaxing her dark nipple to a point before biting into her with the clip. In a few seconds, the technician rejoined his colleague and Katrina's heavy breathing was audible to Kelsey as she tried to adjust to the pain.

"Johnathan Douglas, which one are you?" the red head asked.

Kelsey saw Johnny nod his head at her and spread his legs, indicating his identity. Between his legs were his hairless balls and an uncircumcised penis, maybe three inches long. Kelsey knew what uncut dicks looked like, though she didn't think she had ever seen one in the flesh. She wondered if it would change anything.

The woman stood in front of him and knelt between his legs. Kelsey couldn't see well now that her gloved hands were covering him but knew from watching this happen at her last punishment that zip ties were wrapped around his balls and at the base of his penis. In a minute, the technician stood up looked at the guards. Johnny's face was red, and he gritted his teeth, but he didn't whine or groan.

The lead guard spoke again, "Ok, everyone. Thank you for making that easy. We have two different lines walking out into the arena today. Mr. Gardner, we're going to move you down to the end next to Miss Ward and Miss Mihn. One of the other guards approached him and pulled him to his feet. Jeremy's dick, which he must have had clamped between his legs, stood out hard in front of him. Kelsey and Harper took a sharp intake of breath when they saw him. It was big, Kelsey would guess at least eight inches and wide, too. His testicles had contracted and were snug up close to his body.

The guard sat him on the end next to Zoe and then returned to stand behind the speaker, "The nine of you sentenced to exposure will be lead to your punishment locations first to get your clocks starting, before we lead the three of you on the stage outside."

"Katrina Marsten, please step up, you're first in line." The skinny brown skinned girl stood up and started a line of the nine people guilty of disorderly conduct. Kelsey knew she was only a freshman which meant she could be the youngest victim here. She was also the smallest person here with her spine and shoulder blades visible under her skin. A chain was connected to her cuffs and Johnny was ordered to stand behind her. After he waddled behind her, the chain was passed between his legs and connected to his cuffs.

After he was in position, the guard called Harper, who whispered, "Good luck," toward Kelsey and Zoe as she left them behind. Then the red headed guy, Cody, was put in line behind her. Kelsey had taken an illogical dislike to him after he had seemed to understand the logic behind why Kelsey's punishment was the most severe. It wasn't fair to him, it did make sense, after all, but that was how she felt.

The guards kept going back and forth from men to women, giving Kelsey her first look at Alexa as she walked up the aisle toward Kelsey and then turned around to be attached to the chain. She had blonde hair down her back and blue eyes. She wasn't chubby, but she wasn't small either. Her boobs were large with big pink nipples and she had wide hips, big thighs, and an ample bottom. Kelsey found her attractive, but she tried to shake it out of her mind. "That's just my type. She just reminds me of AJ."

Kelsey closed her eyes as her guilt returned to her. She had distracted herself trying to be a leader for the group and comfort Harper and Zoe but thinking of AJ brought it all back. "I'm so lucky to have her. How could I have been this stupid to be back here again knowing what I'd put her through."

Peter, a tall guy with close cropped hair and a swimmer's body, had been connected behind Alexa and now Shawn's name had been called. However, he hadn't gotten up to join the line.

"No, it's not fair, I'm not going to do it."

"No, it wasn't fair," Kelsey thought. That was why she had had such a hard time preparing herself the last couple weeks. No one here deserved to be punished for protesting injustice, but it was still going to happen. "So unfair."

The guards threatened him with more punishments, and, after a few tense seconds, he finally got up, his face stony, to be attached to the chain behind Peter.

Then, suddenly, it hit her. "Why didn't I think of that before? I don't deserve it for the protest, but I deserve it for what I'm putting AJ and Gracie through." At least, that was what she was going to tell herself, since it made it easier. She wasn't being spanked for breaking the law, she tried to convince herself, "I have been a stupid jerk the last couple weeks. I deserve something for that."

While Kelsey retreated into her own mind, the last of the nine prisoners sentenced to exposure were lined up and connected to the chain. They were marched out of the locker room escorted by half the guards and the dark-skinned technician, leaving three guards and the red headed technician with Zoe, Jeremy, and Kelsey.

"We will line you three up in a few minutes," the guard who had searched Kelsey informed them.

Zoe took the delay as a chance to whisper to Jeremy, but that didn't hurt Kelsey's feelings. She knew they were a couple now, so they got to have their private time. Kelsey just stayed in reverie, trying to prepare herself for her punishment.

They knew it was about time when the guards started to loom over them. The two lovebirds shared a peck on the lips as Jeremy was ordered to his feet. Kelsey was to be in the middle, though she wished the two of them could have been together. The chain descended from Jeremy's wrists, passed between her legs and back up to her wrists. The small links pressed against the flesh of her lips and she suspected the guards purposefully made it pass through her cleft. "It easily could have been put on either side."

In a few seconds, Zoe was connected to the chain and they were marched uncomfortably down the aisle and out of the locker room. Entering a gray hallway, they could already see the basketball court a hundred feet in front of them. The guards pushed them forward until they were about to exit and then pulled them up short. Above them was a sign meant to be the last thing that the player's saw as they exited, "It's not whether you get knocked down, but whether you get back up."

"Not bad advice," Kelsey thought.

***

AJ was getting anxious, knowing it was almost time for Kelsey to be sent out to the stage. The last twenty minutes, nine of her peers had been paraded around the arena and tied to polls that had been erected on the walkway between the upper and lower bowl of the building. At first, she was happy that they weren't going to be paraded up and down the aisles in front of everybody, but the Punishment Center had thought of that. There were cameramen with heavy industrial cameras mounted on their shoulders that had followed the line of bodies around, broadcasting close ups to the scoreboard that hung above the court.

Gracie had reminded her that she didn't have to watch, and part of her just wanted to squeeze her eyes closed for the next hour, but she couldn't look away. Simply put, she was engrossed by the naked bodies of her friends. "Who doesn't fantasize about the people they know?" she told herself, though she didn't know who she was trying to convince.

"I think it's about to start," Gracie said next to her as a guard in a more formal uniform walked onto the stage, followed by two punishment technicians who pushed a wheeled cart in front of them, "I remember him. That's the guy who MCd my second punishment."

The guard walked out and tapped on his microphone, testing it and looked off stage. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen, our main event is about to begin. As you all might have noticed from the preliminaries, our subjects today are all about the same age."

He paused as some of the audience interrupted him for applause, "Calm down. Calm down. We have business to get to. All of the individuals here today were convicted of crimes connected to the anti-Judicial Punishment riot that occurred a few weeks ago on this very campus. Per a judge's order they are all being punished together. The state takes efforts to pervert the course of justice very seriously."

He didn't say it, but AJ knew that that was threat to the many college students in attendance today. "They would come down hard if anything happened today." Luckily, she knew that there wasn't anything planned, at least by the USSJP. The conversation had come up, but the prisoners today had asked for nothing to be planned.

"But now on to the procedures," the master of ceremonies continued pointing to a tunnel to AJ's right, "May I present Jeremy Gardner, Kelsey Ward, and Zoe Mihn."

AJ's felt sick as she heard her girlfriend's name. It was really happening now. Her friends were going to be punished and she was going to watch.

The three criminals emerged onto the hardwood floor surrounded by guards. A cameraman backpedaled a few feet in front of them, streaming first Jeremy's bearded face and hairy chest onto the jumbotron before panning down to his erect member. Its size drew a gasp from the crowd when it was first broadcast on screen. AJ couldn't help but be transfixed. She had seen dicks before, but not like this. It was massive and she was surprised that he could be so turned on with what was awaiting him.

Then the camera focused on Kelsey, from her face, blushing red from embarrassment down over her naked chest and to her vagina. AJ was chagrined to see the chain passing through her folds. Jealousy leaped to the front of AJ's mind, Kelsey's body was meant to be only for her to see, but she battled the feeling down. She didn't own Kelsey. Right now, Kelsey didn't even own her own body, the Punishment Center and the government was in total control.

As the three of them approached the stairs to the stage, the cameraman turned his lens to Zoe. Her eyes were wet from tears, but AJ couldn't help but admire her. Her eyes were drawn to the Asian girl's ass, tighter and more toned than Kelsey's, much less her own. Deep in her mind, AJ had been concerned that her attraction to Kelsey and Gracie had been isolated lesbian infatuations. She had never thought she was gay before her first night with Kelsey, but over the last few months she had found herself admiring women much more than men.

Once the prisoners were on the stage, the cameraman took up a post to the side, focusing on the empty chair in the center. The guards disconnected Jeremy from the line of naked bodies and led him to the chair. "So, he's first," AJ thought. She didn't know what was ideal. Did she want to watch Kelsey punished first to get it over with or have it put off as long as possible?

Two technicians got to work putting Jeremy into position. His wrists were momentarily released and then rebound in front of him, allowing him to cover himself as best he could for a few seconds. He was forced to sit back in the seat and a leather belt was crossed over his abs like a seat belt. His short-lived modesty ended when his hands were secured above his head.

While Jeremy was being situated, the guards attached Zoe and Kelsey to the polls on the back corners of the stage. Kelsey was standing behind Jeremy to stage right, her arms secured behind her unable to hide her breasts. Her legs were glued together, but she was unable to hid her slit completely. Zoe was in the corner to the back left in the same position as Kelsey. She had shaken her hair so as to partially hide her face and stared at the ground. AJ hoped it helped her to pretend she was anywhere else.

AJ sensed Gracie was trying to catch Kelsey's eye and proceeded to stare at her girlfriend, hoping for some glimmer of a reaction. Kelsey had wanted them to be here so hopefully she could pick them out in the crowd it would help her, but AJ saw no sign that she had been noticed.

As AJ and Gracie focused on Kelsey, the guard and the technician finished securing Jeremy to his punishment chair. In addition to the strap over his abs, a leather belt was across his chest, under his armpits. Cuffs went around his ankles, and more straps were above his knees. They were now adjusting the chair, so it was more like a table. He was laying back with his back and legs laying flat with his knees spread slightly. His penis was sticking up leaning back toward his torso slightly and his hairless pink sack lay underneath, both awaiting the torturous hands of the technician.

The crowd quietened as they sensed that the punishment was about to commence. The smaller technician, a woman with red hair, positioned herself beside Jeremy's right hip and held her left hand in the air signifying it was about to begin. Jeremy's eyes were wide and staring and his member bobbed side to side as he hopelessly wiggled his hips, trying to escape.

The woman's hand descended and wrapped around his cock and Jeremy screamed. AJ didn't know if she had squeezed him that hard or if any touch was going to make him yell. She held his penis, so it was pointing toward his face, giving her the perfect view of his vulnerable testicles. Her right hand swung down at him and he released a deep, thunderous grunt. His feet and ankles jerked against the straps as he fought to bring his knees up to protect himself.

AJ felt so bad for him as the red head didn't let up. She took long arcing swings at his balls at least ten times in the next minute and his deep grunts turned to high pitched whimpers. Finally, she stopped and released his penis and it quickly stood back at attention. The cameraman zoomed in on it and a close-up of his giant dick, with red ligature marks from her grip, was projected to the crowd.

The technician held his penis, so it stood straight up from his body with her left hand. Jeremy gasped as her right hand slapped his penis causing it to bounce off of his body. The technician regathered his dick and repeated the same motion. This round the crowd started to count along with the blows.

AJ didn't join in, instead she held Gracie's hand and squeezed harder as the people around her screamed each number in rhythm. When they reached ten, the technician stopped and wrapped both of her hands around his member. AJ watched the screen and heard Jeremy whine as she twisted each hand in opposite directions. She knew that had to hurt, she had been the victim of Indian rope burns from her older siblings, but that was to her forearm. This had to be much worse.

When the red head was done, the camera zoomed in on Jeremy's face. Tears were running from the corner of his eyes down to the table. AJ wondered what was left, she knew that strikes usually went in sets of twenty and he had already suffered those. Ten to his shaft and ten to his balls. The technician didn't look like she was done, though.

She held his penis down, like she had when she had swung on his balls, but now she gripped his testicles close to where the met his body. It wasn't obvious what she did, but Jeremy shook and grunted, and AJ knew she was squeezing him. Subtle movements of her hands, magnified on the jumbotron, showed that she was applying pressure to his jewels.

AJ didn't know how long she went, but when Jeremy was released the guards approached the punishment table and started to unstrap him. It hadn't been that long, but it was still terrible. AJ hated that she was here to watch her friends and Kelsey being tortured. And she especially hated all the people around her who were whooping and clapping, "At least I'm here 'cause Kelsey asked me."

***

When Jeremy was being released from the table, Kelsey had held her breath, not knowing if it would be her or Zoe's turn next. She was ashamed that she was relieved when a guard approached Zoe and started to pull her toward center stage.

When she had been tied up on the corner of the stage, she had had to get used to the thousands of people in the stands looking at her. It never felt right for so many people to see all of her. She could tell herself that her boobs and her butt and her crotch were all just natural parts of her, and it really didn't matter, but it did. Many thousands of years of history had made those parts of her taboo to be seen in public, which was why these punishments were so popular. It just made sense at the deepest level. People would follow the law to prevent themselves from having to show their naked selves in public. The pain was just the cherry on top.

Still, human beings were resilient. Kelsey could ignore her humiliation especially as she felt everyone's eyes, including her own, focus on Jeremy as his punishment began. She had tried to zone out while Jeremy was being struck, but it was harder than it seemed. It had just been so hard to look away.

Now, Zoe was being attached to the chair in the center of the stage. And it was a chair, the table that Jeremy had laid on had been transformed, by pulling levers and bending joints, into a straight back chair. Kelsey didn't have the best view now that the chair back was up, but she could crane her neck and see the jumbotron above her.

The camera feed showed Zoe from the front. She still had tears streaming down her face carrying streaks of dark eye makeup, which Kelsey hadn't even noticed she was wearing, down her cheeks. Her wrists were secured separately on either side of the chair and a brown leather strap across her collar bone and another over her toned stomach.

Kelsey frowned as the camera zoomed in on Zoe's breasts, topped with hard chocolate nipples. Her heavy breathing was causing them to rise and fall, jiggling slightly as the descended. She wasn't sure if it was better that the camera cut off Zoe's face. Kelsey didn't want to be just a pair of tits on a big screen when she was up there, but maybe it made her more anonymous which wasn't all bad.

Then the camera started panning down and Kelsey's despair deepened. The camera captured the moment that the technician parted the woman's thighs as they attached each ankle separately to the punishment chair. A brief surge of anger coursed through Kelsey. Zoe didn't need her legs spread for her punishment, but the Punishment Center was going to give the masses their view of her vagina. "There's public demand and we're the supply," she remembered one of the girls say at a USSJP meeting.

Kelsey looked down from the screen. The back of the chair blocked most of her view of Zoe. She could only see the dark-skinned technician gripping her left ankle in one hand and wrapping a cuff around it.

Over his shoulder the cameraman was kneeling at the front of the stage. He wasn't even that close to her, Kelsey realized. Zoe probably didn't even know her most private parts were being displayed on the giant screen above her head. "Does that make it better?" she wondered. "Ignorance is bliss, but she'll know what happens when she watches me get tied down."

Kelsey's eyes went up again as the image zoomed in on her vulva. Her outer lips were paler than her legs and stomach, tan lines just like her breasts, but toward the bottom of her slit, near the chair, wrinkled, darker lips poked through. Above her folds, her mound showed evidence of prickly hair, like she had shaved a couple days ago, rather than this morning, which was brave, Kelsey thought. She could have gotten in trouble for that.