Kelsey Pays For Her Crimes Ch. 03

When Kelsey heard the second speculum lock, she knew what was next. The inflation of her urethra was going to be completely new to her. Her breath caught in her throat and, suddenly, she was cold as she realized she was covered in sweat. Her insides cramped again as the technician attached something to the tube in her urethra and she heard a wheeze as air was squeezed into her.

Hwish. Hwish, Hwish. Three squeezes of air into the tube and Kelsey was in another world as the sensation overwhelmed her. She felt like she had the fullest bladder she'd ever had but she couldn't use the bathroom. Every instinct told her to release her muscles to relieve herself but no matter how hard she tried the feeling of fullness remained as the technician closed the valve and stepped back from between her legs.

Kelsey was breathing heavily as she tried to get control of herself. She wanted to whimper and beg for the punishment to stop, especially whatever was going on in her third, previously virgin hole. She could handle the pain in her vagina and anus, but the cramping was psychological torment. She couldn't help but try to release her muscles to relieve the pressure, but it didn't work. The source of her cramps wasn't natural, and she couldn't do anything about it, but at the same time releasing those muscles sent a surprising wave of shame through the teenager.

Perhaps not from birth, but from an early age, Kelsey, like almost everyone else, was taught that the bathroom was a private place and doing her business was a solo act. However, her brain was now convinced she was pissing herself in front of the technician and the guards. In her minds eye she was spurting urine out over the floor, but the pressure never dissipated.

Kelsey didn't know how long it took her rational mind to reassert control. The pain made it hard to form cogent thoughts, but bit by bit she pulled herself together. The pain in her pelvis became a dull roar as she forced herself to stop trying to let herself go. She made herself take deep breaths and pushed aside the knowledge that the guards and technicians were watching her chest heave. They had probably seen too many offenders in the same state to care, anyway, she told herself.

Kelsey had no sense of time, but she knew when she felt the technician back between her legs that ten minutes must have elapsed. In good news, a third of her punishment was over, but in bad news, the sound of the turning screw meant her vagina was opening ever wider. She fought the instinct to bear down and tried to relax herself. She imagined her hole must be gaping and imagined that it would never be the same.

Logically, she knew her pussy would survive. Vaginas are hearty and meant to be stretched, but she couldn't shake the fear that AJ, or Gracie for that matter, would never get to enjoy her cunt the way it was meant to be. She thought back to this morning, in the car, and she hoped that AJ remembered what she felt like before this mauling at the hands of the justice system.

Then the technician started opening her ass. The two prongs slowly stretched her anus open. The agony was extraordinary, much worse than the pain radiating from her pussy. Kelsey's bottom hole had been the target of punishment before. The first time, when the courts thought she was a mere underage drinker, her ass had been plugged. She knew the anal insert then was two inches at the widest part and she felt like her ass was approaching that spread now. This was much worse, she decided. The plug was two inches at the widest, but the speculum felt nearly as wide and it was open all the way down the length of the bills.

Of course, Kelsey got no respite and with the same pneumatic sound, hwish hwish hwish, her urethra was opened further. The cramps returned and her insides stung as the tube inflated inside her. Again, panic gripped her as the sensation of peeing returned. Then two thoughts hit her at once: she'd be pissing all over the husky voiced technician and there was no way the punishment center would allow that.

It calmed her to know she wasn't breaking one of society's great taboos. Her dilated urethra was tricking her brain. She was embarrassed for no reason. The knowledge helped her calm down after the technician retreated from her crotch to leave Kelsey to her misery.

Conquering the new embarrassment of public urination, though, left her more time to focus on the pain in all the holes between her legs. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of AJ and Gracie and even her other friends and the USSJP, but she couldn't focus. Each twinge in her legs, now falling asleep, and each ragged breath made a new pain flare in her crotch.

It was ingenious torture. Each of the sensations were different and it was impossible to get used to one before another came to the fore. Her stretched vagina was terrible. It stretched her walls, but it left a strange void that was alien too her. It was meant to be filled, not stretched open. The giant dildo that Gracie had used on her the night before couldn't have stretched her much less, but the metal prongs were much worse. They pinched her around their sharp edges and, of course, she wasn't aroused as she had been the night before,

Her anus, she judged, was much worse. It wasn't meant to have intruders and she hoped it wasn't permanently stretched. It almost burned where the metal touched her flesh. It wasn't hot, but that was the best word Kelsey had for the irritation the speculum caused. Worse than that though was that she couldn't relax her sphincter. Every time she exhaled, it pushed against the speculum as it tried to close and sent pain radiating through her. She had taken to holding her breath now to reduce how often it tightened, but that just added another thing on which her overtaxed brain had to focus.

The urethral dilation caused more of a stinging than a burning. It produced a feeling like she was always bearing down to release her bladder and no matter how hard she tried to relax her muscles the feeling didn't sense. She could feel her muscles cramping and tiring and she knew that every time she was alone in the bathroom that she would remember her time at the Punishment Center.

Kelsey knew the last ten minutes of her punishment was about to start when she felt the technician's breath return to her vulva. She drew in breath and held it as the vaginal speculum was opened even further. It felt like she was being split open even if she knew the Punishment Center wasn't allowed to permanently injure her. Images from sex ed of a crowning baby filled her mind. Was she really that open? That's what it felt like to her and even if untrue that's what she imagined.

Then her anus started to be open further and she made the mistake of exhaling. She couldn't help but fight the inexorable stretching of her hole and she groaned in pain. Finally, she begged, "No, I . . ." the pain cut her off, "No . . . more."

Every quarter turn of the speculum screw was agony. Every millimeter wider it opened made her want to shrivel up and die. The pain was much worse than her first punishment six months ago when she had met Gracie and AJ. She would have done anything for the onion shaped plug to be what stretched her now. It was a strange, alien fullness to be filled with a plug, but his was different. The constant pressure on her wide spread sphincter meant the anguish never ended.

Hwish. Hwish. Hwish. Then the cramping returned as her urethra was opened further. By this time, Kelsey had decided that the invasion of her pee hole was more bark than bite. It hurt, but the worst part was how it made her feel. Nothing had ever been in there before and she hoped nothing would be ever again. It was weird and profane. Strange and foul. It made her feel unclean. Her vagina could be a gateway to immense pleasure, as it had been less than twenty-four hours ago, and, in the right hands, she imagined anal could be too, but nothing could ever convince her that her urethra could be anything but for its private purpose.

The technician moved away from her and left her to her suffering. However, shortly after, Kelsey heard footsteps move from her left that ended a few feet in front of her. She realized that the guards were enjoying the view and embarrassment bubbled through her. It wasn't fair that they got to see her. She didn't even get to see herself. She didn't even know how wide she was spread, but they got to see exactly how she looked in her worst moments. Was she so open that they could see her cervix or was it too shadowy? Was her clit unhooded? She had no way to know, but, of course, she imagined the worst.

But then something happened that heartened her. The older guard whispered, "Hmm, I thought she must have gone easy on her, but I guess not."

"Why?" the younger guard answered.

"She's not screaming. Only other forty-nine I've seen screamed for a half hour straight," the older guard responded.

"Tough girl, then," the younger guard said as his steps indicated he was returning to his seat.

"Yep," the senior guard said under his breath, following his partner.

"Tough girl, tough girl," as she focused on holding her breath, Kelsey replayed the conversation in her head. "Tough girl, tough girl." She liked that. Was she really tougher than other women? Mr. Griffith had called her strong, too. The guards seemed to think she was special.

She hadn't been completely silent. She'd groaned and once she'd begged the technician to stop. During her tying she had whimpered and resisted, but during the torture she had been stoic. If she was destined for a life of protest and activism, then she had to be able to accept the consequences with dignity and at least some composure.

More importantly, she knew she could go back to AJ and Gracie still whole. The punishment, the worst punishment that she'd ever heard of anybody receiving, hadn't broken her. It made her proud and she knew she could continue.

Before she knew it, the technician was back between her legs and, slowly, relief came. The air was released from the tube and the cramps receded. Kelsey sucked in air but tried her hardest to stay quiet as the tube was pulled out of her. Soon, her anal speculum was closed and removed. Her hole closed, but the burning remained which she hoped would disappear soon. Then her punishment finally ended as the second speculum was removed and the clips that held open her labia was removed.

Kelsey heard some rustling, tool disposal she guessed, and then the door open and closed and Kelsey sensed that the technician was gone. The guards got to work untying her from the punishment chair. The woman was in a haze, both triumphant and pained. The burning, stinging, and cramping had combined into a generalized ache between her legs, but her mind was racing with pride and relief.

When she was hauled to her feet, Kelsey found it hard to stand. The muscles in her legs were asleep and, combined with the ache from her punishment, the guards held her by her armpits. They handcuffed her wrists behind her back and wrapped a new white robe around her shoulders, leaving its sleeves empty and finally she was led back out of the punishment room.

The two guards led her back through the antechamber, on this occasion empty, and back down the hallways toward the cell where she had waited for her punishment. On her way, she passed another longhaired woman, older than her but younger than Gracie, on her barefoot walk to her punishment. She wished to pass on her strength to her, but their passing was swift and soon, Kelsey was back in her holding cell which now held the bag with her clothes on the bed.

"Five minutes. Get dressed and I'll be back for you," the older guard said as he uncuffed her and closed the heavy metal door behind her.

Kelsey was alone again and, immediately, the robe fell to the floor and her hand was rubbing her vulva. It felt . . . normal. She sat on the bed and opened her legs. She couldn't get a perfect view, she didn't have a mirror, of course, but she wasn't gaping open. She could see the red marks on her lips from the clamps and a red circle around her thighs from the elastic band. Running fingers over them, she discovered her holes were sensitive but not ragged. Perhaps her bottom hole felt slightly different, looser, when she touched it, but she wasn't even sure that was true. She exhaled. Her fears hadn't come to place. She wasn't disfigured, just sore.

She started to search through the bag of her clothes, most of which were still inside out as Mr. Griffith had left them. First, donning her bra and her shirt. Gingerly, she pulled on her underwear, only now realizing they were covered in hearts and feeling the love from AJ. Even the soft cotton reminded irritated her, but she wasn't going to walk out going commando. She stood, still a little wobbly, to pull on her leggings before sitting down to lace her shoes and shrugging the cardigan onto her shoulders.

She waited, still collecting her thoughts, when the elder guard returned, without his partner this time. "Hands behind your back," he ordered. Kelsey must have looked disappointed because he continued, "This is the last time."

Kelsey complied and soon she was marching back out of the bowels of the Punishment Center and toward freedom. "So, back there . . ." she started.

The guard grunted.

"You said," she hesitated, "Was I really tough?"

"You were quieter than, I don't know, just about anybody. Especially with a punishment like that," he said.

"Hmm," Kelsey started. She wasn't sure what to say. They walked a little further until she was almost back to the waiting room where she would be released. It made her uneasy that she was proud. She had done plenty of crying and screaming during her public punishments. Why should she feel proud to be stoic during this one, which nobody, nobody that mattered at least, saw?

She still wasn't sure when her wrists were released, and the guard left her alone in the waiting room. She wished she had seen Mr. Griffith again. She wanted to tell him that she had been strong and made it through. It was too late now. She wasn't going to ask for him.

She looked around the waiting room. Three offenders whose names had not yet been called sat looking at her. Fantasies of delivering a rousing, rebellious speech flitted through her mind. All she could summon was a smile and with a faltering voice, "You all will be ok . . . Just like I am."

She exited the room without waiting for a response and took the steps up to the lobby rather than the elevator. She tried to bound up the stairs, but her sore body wouldn't let her. She wanted to leap and click her heels but had to be happy with a fast walk up the stairs and out of the lobby onto the steps of the Center.

Kelsey peered down the stairs but didn't immediately spot her friends, then she heard them. To her left, AJ and Gracie called out, "Kelsey!"

Kelsey jerked her head to see her two friends rushing toward her. They enveloped her in a tight embrace before she could speak.

"It's over, it's over," Gracie repeated.

"Are you ok?" AJ whispered in her ear.

Kelsey sniffed and felt tears building in her eyes. The three friends held the embrace for a long minute before Kelsey could speak. Tears of happiness and relief fell down her cheeks as she declared, "I'm fine. With you two, I'm great."