Julie is a bright young women who committed a minor crime. Unfortunately for her, the legal system in her country prescribes brutal, sexual punishments for even trivial offenses. At least her father is supportive...
Content note: lots of coercion and abuse, legally-enforced rape, mentions of ass taste (no scat though), father-daughter stuff.
Author's note: the government policies I imagine in this story are extreme. I find them arousing to write about - and I hope you find them arousing to read about - but they are the stuff of fantasy. In the real world, this kind of male dominance and female submission does not lead to advanced, happy societies and good living. It leads to sad, bitter, broken women, insecure, angry men, and loveless, lonely marriages with perfunctory, obligatory, and unsatisfying sex. The characters in this story are unshakably horny and psychologically resilient in a way real people seldom are, not to mention hot, motivated, tolerant of pain and lacking emotional hang-ups, mental hang-ups, or really any sense of ethical behavior. Such is the way of this kind of erotic fiction. Enjoy!
Julie Holmes had lived a peaceful, law-abiding live for 19 years. But yesterday, that had come to an end.
She didn't know why she did it, but she did do it, slipping a few necklaces into her bag at the jewelry market. Thinking back now, she supposed it was simply that they were pretty, and she wanted to treat herself. Her life was good, very good, but she was the only child of a single parent with a modest job. That meant money was always a little tight. Necklaces like these were a thing for richer girls.
Her Mom had passed away when she was an infant. Her Dad had raised her himself. They were brought together by the fact that they each had nobody else. They were inseparable. Julie loved her father, and she knew he loved her back.
This love, her natural talent, and her father's constant, rock-like reliability brought Julie success. She was an excellent student, looking forward to starting her undergraduate degree (biochemistry, with a minor in biology) this fall at a prestigious women's university, lining her up for her medium-term goal of medical school.
She was also an excellent athlete (track, cross country skiing), and pretty to boot. Her slim, yet curvy 5'6" figure, fine features, and long blonde hair were the envy of many of her former classmates, and the object of desire for the boys. Not that she could spend much time on them - for now - as she was focused on her studies.
None of this mattered, however, as she stood in the prisoner's box at the Westbrook town court. The only thing that did matter was that she had committed a crime, and that the small country she lived in, while modern, well developed, and an excellent place to live, was a strange outlier in a world where most such countries were liberal, democratic, and respectful of the rights of women. Her country did things differently. Instead of equality, there was obligation. While Julie was able to pursue her dreams, it was within a framework of conditional trust. She was her father's daughter, and later in life, she would be her husband's wife. They each had ultimate authority over her, and provided they kept her in line, law abiding and well-behaved, she could do whatever she wished. Julie's freedom as a woman was predicated on her complete obedience to the law, to be enforced by the discipline of a man.
But that covenant has been broken. Julie was a thief, and she was caught. Moreover, she had, in a most unbecoming way, tried to escape justice for her crimes. The shopkeeper had caught her - not due to her lack of care, but due to of all possible things, some young boy trying to nick things from her purse and finding the goods inside. He called the police, and when the policeman, an Officer Dobson, arrived, Julie had tried to dodge responsibility by claiming innocence and dropping the necklaces into the shop garbage. She would have gotten away with it had the cleaner not come by at that time to empty them and spotted the loot.
Now, the tradition of her country stated that he father had failed. She was to be disciplined, by another man. In a manner as brutal and humiliating as possible.
She was dragged before the town court almost immediately. The trial was a joke, no defense, only the judge interviewing whomever he saw fit. It lasted only 30 minutes - including her father's five minute speaking window, which he used to plead for leniency. Julie herself was not allowed to speak, other than to answer a few of the judge's questions.
He was reading the decision now, though she knew what it would be, the only question was the sentence. She held her breath, praying silently for anything other than what she expected.
"The defendant," started the judge, a sickly, wrinkly man, peering down at the court though his small round spectacles, "one Julie Holmes, 19 years of age, daughter and custody of Mr. Eric Holmes of Westbrook, is hereby found guilty of the crime of deceiving an Officer of the Law, one Constable Rufus Dobson, with regards to her criminal activity."
He looked at her sternly. Julie's heart pounded in her ears.
"As this is a crime of deceit, the defendant is duly sentenced to have her mouth dirtied in a manner befitting her lying words, by means of involuntary sexual penetration of the anus, followed by involuntary sexual penetration of the mouth, to be carried out in public at the town square of this town of Westbrook, by the aforementioned Officer of the Law, at noon tomorrow."
No, thought Julie, please no.
The judge continued. There was more. "The defendant is also found guilty of the crime of theft from a common merchant. As this is a crime of taking, the defendant is duly sentenced to have her virginity taken by involuntary sexual penetration of the vagina, completed until internal ejaculation with the possibility of inducing pregnancy, to be carried out in public at the town square of this town of Westbrook, in the customary manner by a male ***********ed at random from the crowd, at noon tomorrow, following the adminstration of the sentence for the previous count."
The judge now turned to face Julie, an expression of almost benevolent concern on his face. "Because this is the defendant's first offense, and as she is a virgin, I will forgo the usual judicial right to engage in vaginal intercourse with the defendant in my judicial quarters. In the event that the defendant reoffends, this right will be claimed forthwith."
Julie looked back with a vacant stare, grey behind her eyes. The judge continued on, talking though some technicality or another, but she heard none of it. They called it 'involuntary presentation', but the truth was she was going to be raped - raped in public. Not once, but twice - each way horrifying to her in a different way. Her virginity. Her asshole - and her mouth? She knew, in general, the kinds of sentences that could be carried out, but the specifics, and most of all, the possibility of it happening to her, was something she had never given pause. She was a good girl! These things didn't - shouldn't - happen to good girls...
After a while, Julie became dimly aware that the judge had finally stopped taking. The bailiff was tugging on her arm. She stepped out of the box, and wandered into the hallway, still cuffed.
Her father was there. "D-dad?" She looked up at him.
His bearded face was stern, but there was a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes. "Julie." Without another word, he pulled her in to a comforting hug. Head against his chest, she started to sob.
After a while, her breathing steadied, and she pulled herself together. Julie looked up at her father's face, overcome with an appreciation for the man who had always been there for her.
"I've got you, baby," he said. "You did a bad thing, but it is going to be okay. I know you're a good girl at heart - you just had a bad moment. After this is over, life will be back to normal, and you'll go to school just like you wanted." He paused. "Unless you get pregnant of course."
A nervous shock passed across Julie's face. "That's unlikely - of course," he added, hastily.
But not impossible, thought Julie. That would be the end of it, of her dreams to be a doctor. No university would take a girl pregnant with an unknown man's baby. She thought about the judge's words again. She was going to - oh God - she remembered the Officer, his ugly, bristly face, and what the judge said he was supposed to do to her. He was repulsive. And tomorrow, she was going to have his cock forced into her butt then shoved down her throat in front of a jeering crowd. Would it - she poops from there - would it taste like-? Her stomach lurched at the thought, and she stumbled a little sideways.
Her father caught her before she could fall. He gently moved her towards a nearby bench, and they sat down together. She put her hand in his, and he pulled her close once again.
"You were thinking about it, weren't you?" He looked into her eyes.
Julie nodded imperceptibly, face pale. "I - I... Daddy," she sobbed, "I'm so scared. I don't know-" she trailed off. I don't know what my ass tastes like, she thought, but I'm going to find out tomorrow. I don't know what sex feels like, she thought, but I'm going to find out tomorrow. I'm going to be raped tomorrow. She was always interested in boys. Before, the idea of a first time brought a warm glow to her loins. Now, her stomach was in knots.
"Daddy-" something had occurred to her "-will you be there? Watching?" As she had this thought, she didn't know what she wanted. On one hand, the horror of her father - a man who hadn't seen her naked since she was a small child, the man she looked up to most in the whole world - seeing this was an unbearable thought, but somehow the idea of being alone was almost worse.
He looked at her, carefully considering. "Julie. What do you want?" he asked.
She paused. "I- I want you to be there. But not watching, not listening. I don't want you to see - you know - but, but I don't want to be alone up there."
He thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Of course."
She thought back to the one time, not long after she had come of age, when she had gone to see a sentence carried out. Her Dad had insisted on it, saying it would be a valuable lesson, even though he disapproved of the practice. She was apprehensive, but curious, and a little part of her thrilled at the idea, vaguely aroused between the horror. They arrived late, taking spots near the back of the square. It was hard to see, and the atmosphere was festive, albeit with a tingle of sexual tension hanging over the crowd. Julie had cheered to see the pretty dark-haired young woman stripped naked on the platform. She had laughed when her Dad cracked some corny joke about conditioner as the third of the men, a greasy construction laborer still in his high visibility vest, faded jeans down around his knees, came all over the pretty woman's hair. She felt sick to the stomach as she thought - for the first time - about what he must have smelled like.
The bailiff came closer to where Julie sat with her father, and motioned for her to get up. "Come on, we haven't all day!"
Her father looked at her, and gently pushed her to rise. "Go on baby. He won't let you come to any harm-" he shot a dark look of warning in the bailiff's direction, who looked away immediately, deferently- "and I'll see you tomorrow at noon. I can't visit you... before, but I promise I'll be there."
As the bailiff pulled her to her feet, Julie called out, tears in her eyes, "I love you Dad, I'm sorry."
"I love you sweetie. Try to sleep, okay?" He responded.
***
The 'waiting chamber', as they called it - actually a jail cell, Julie thought bitterly - was stark and sterile. Overly-bright florescent lighting beat down on her as she sat on the blanketless vinyl mattress that made up the furnishings of the room, along with a stainless steel toilet and a tiny sink. A large, unbreakable glass window in the door provided stunning views of a white hallway, and negligible privacy from the frequent guard patrols.
It was morning already. She hadn't slept, not much at least. What chance she had was ruined when the girl in the cell next door started wailing in the middle of night. From what Julie gathered from the more intelligible cries, the girl had been sentenced to be raped by the entire police department for filing a false report, and she said she was innocent, they just misplaced some evidence. Julie shuddered at the thought, and hoped it wasn't true.
They had waxed her last night, head to toe, everything but her beautiful blonde hair, her eyebrows and lashes. The lady who did it - 40's, kind eyes, short, a bit chubby - was genuinely nice, and fortunately there was nobody else in the room, but knowing why this was being done made the already unpleasant process miserable.
"At least it's free!" the lady had joked, trying to get a smile out of her, but it didn't land, and Julie only gritted her teeth in response. At the end of the appointment, the lady had given her some lotion, and, just as she was leaving, slipped her a little plastic packet.
"Lubricant," the lady explained, whispering, to the confused Julie. "Put in up your butt before you go out. You're not supposed to have any, so you need to hide it. I think it's a cruel rule, so I try to help when I can - I don't have many packets though, so I'm sorry none to spare for your front hole."
Julie remembered that she had it now. Glancing around surreptitiously to ensure no guards were watching, she fished the packet of lubricant out of the side of her shoe. Tearing the corner off with her teeth, she squatted down on the floor. She unzipped the neck of the baggy orange jumpsuit they had dressed her in, and reached in, packet in hand. She was thankful the suits were loose, though it occurred to her that if she was caught, it would appear she were touching herself.
She squeezed the packet. The cold liquid felt strange on her smooth asshole. She had never waxed before, only shaved her legs and armpits, so the bare skin felt strange and naked. She tried not to think about why she was doing this.
I should probably push it inside, she thought, as she finished. Here goes, I guess. I've never done this before, I hope it doesn't hurt.
Julie remembered a high school friend of hers telling her that she liked to masturbate anally. Julie, who never masturbated, knowing that good girls saved themselves - 'doesn't have to be for marriage,' her Dad said, 'but you have to love the guy.' - was shocked to know her classmates were doing such vulgar things. Though, even if she never admitted it, she was also a little curious, a little aroused at the idea of her cute little friend doing something so nasty.
It's not even a sex organ, she thought. Just something dirty men liked to manipulate slutty, lowlife girls into for their own pleasure. Right? She ran a tentative finger slowly around her rim, and a sensation sparked immediately up her nerves. It felt - good? She ran her finger around again, in the other direction. Her breath tightened, a warm glow creeping across her loins. She was suddenly aware, for perhaps the first time ever, that her vagina was empty.
She added a second finger, stroking with both along the rim of her butthole. Her breasts felt heavy, tender. She let out a soft moan.
Julie had one finger on her hole now. It was relaxing, opening. Her touch felt electric on her waxed rim. She was dimly aware that her mouth was hanging open a bit.
Oh my God, Julie thought. I'm masturbating.
The finger slipped inside, swallowed by her well-lubricated butthole. She felt an urge to reach her other hand to her front and barely restrained herself. I'm doing this for a purpose, she thought. Just to get the lubricant in...
I'm doing this so I can get raped.
Immediately, Julie's arousal crashed as her reverie fell apart. A surge of shame came over her and she yanked her finger from her butthole, and zipped the jumpsuit high as it could go. Sitting quickly back on the bed, she glanced around to confirm nobody was watching.
Silence.
Julie put her head in her hands and started to cry.
***
There were eight steps to the top of the platform. It was painted in plain grey and shaped like a stage, theatre-in-the-round style, giving a clear view from all sides of the square. Cute two- and three-story buildings surrounded, little cafes with umbrellas marked with the logos of popular beer bands, quaint shops featuring vegetables, cookware, art. Westbrook was a popular tourist town, and its main square was accordingly picturesque.
Unusually, the crowd today was mostly locals, though a few floral-shirted, shorts-wearing tourists were evident, the lenses of their cameras glinting in the sun. They were gathered around the platform, aside from a few dozen sipping drinks at the cafes, tended to by attractive young waitresses. There were perhaps three hundred men and women in attendance, more of the former, but not overwhelmingly so. They ranged from skinny teenage boys to old ladies in walkers. Notably, not a single child was present.
On the top of the platform, three uniformed guards stood beside some sort of block, two pairs of steel manacles mounted to the deck, evidently to hold a person in position on hands and knees, and a pillory.
Julie took in the scene with sickening anticipation. A minute ago, some announcement she couldn't hear was made, and two bailiffs unloaded her from the back of their truck at the side of the square. They were now walking her towards the platform.
The crowd parted slowly to let them though. Most moved aside with ease, though almost all gawked curiously in her direction, checking out her face, her body, her baggy orange jumpsuit, the handcuffs on her hands. A few though, took more interest, whispering things to her, brushing her, feeling her.
"Low-life thief."
"Criminal."
"Whore."
A hand cupped around her buttock, giving it a squeeze as if to assess its firmness. Julie flinched, and one of the bailiffs brushed the man away - not with any hurry, only a look of gentle admonishment. "No touching please, just looking," he said.
A middle aged woman was holding Julie's breast, pinching a nipple. She caught Julie's eye with a look somewhere between judgment and desire.
"Now now", said the bailiff, "I made a promise to her Dad to treat her well. Knock it off, alright?" He lifted the woman's hand from Julie's breast, but as he did, Julie felt him give it a little, lingering grope of his own. "That'll be our little secret, okay?" he winked at her, acknowledging the violation.
Someone took a photo of her face, camera shoved invasively close. There would be no erasing this, Julie thought. There would be photos of her - all of her, in the most compromising ways - out there forever.
"We're gonna see your cunt soon, bitch!" A teenager in a graphic t-shirt called out.
"I hope I'm the one who gets to fuck you!" called another.
Julie tried to hide her face as best she could. Was her Dad here, she wondered. He promised.
They were leading her up the steps now. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She wanted to run. She felt a horrible dampness between her butt cheeks - in the warmth, a little of the lubricant was leaking out.
They stopped in the middle of the platform. The bailiffs let her go, one of them unplugging her hands as he did. For a moment, Julie thought there had been some wonderful twist of fate and she was free after all.
Then the three guards, in unison, drew their pistols, holding them not quite pointed at her, but poised. They stared at her intently, and one of them spoke softly, menacingly. "Stay *exactly* where you are."
Julie felt a loosening in her bowels, raw, urgent fear replacing dread. "Wh-"
"Strip," the guard commanded. "Slowly. Don't talk, don't try to run."
Julie scanned the crowd, scared, seeking their response, seeking their response, seeking a man who looked like her father. She found nothing, and saw the crowd waited not with fear, but with breathless anticipation.
"I said strip!" The guard stepped a little closer, held his gun a little higher.
With shaking hands, Julie started to unzip the baggy jumpsuit. It fell from her shoulders, revealing her athletic, slender form. Her breasts were firm and shapely, her belly tight and waist slender. A few whistles and cheers rose from the crowd. The jumpsuit fell to the ground, exposing her legs, ass, and freshly waxed pussy. They hadn't given her any underwear. She was completely naked in front of them all.
She could feel the lust of the crowd, hear a heat in their murmuring. They liked her body. She liked her body too, usually, but at this moment, all she felt was shame.
"On your knees," ordered the guard. "There, on the manacles." Julie knelt, numbly, and the other two guards placed the cuffs around her ankles. They clamped them tight. It hurt, but Julie said nothing.
"Now bend over, hands over here." She placed her hands limply in the other manacles and again, the guards clamped them tight. She was locked to the platform now, hands and feet bound.
One of the guards securing her hands looked at her, closely, and whispered. "I hope you like being a woman," he chuckled a little, "you know none of this happens to men, right? They just give you a fine or a quick weekend in the slammer, haha!"
Julie stared back, still numb, still afraid, but a defiance rising in her.
He continued. "You know, you've got a pretty pussy, one of the best I've ever seen. It's a great view with you bent over." He turned to the other guard, "Hey Gary, can you pass me my phone? I could use a new background photo!"
Julie tried to hide herself in her hair as the guard photographed her pussy. She could feel the wind of his hands as he moved mere inches away, making lewd comments to his mates all the while. Finally, he circled around to her face again. "And one more so I can recognize you," he leered at her, "say cheese!" He pulled her hair aside and took a picture of her face, grinning at her look of disgust and horror.
Julie spat on the ground in front of him, barely missing his shoes.
"Fucking bitch!" he exclaimed. His open hand slammed into her cheek, and she crumpled partway to her elbows, just catching herself before she hit the deck. She saw his hand swing round for another blow--
The third guard stepped in, grabbing the arm of his fellow before the slap could connect. "Stop." his tone was even. "It's time for her sentence to begin."
Julie felt the fear rise in her again. Someone was behind her, someone new. The crowd was suddenly roaring, their anticipation coming to a peak.
"Hello Julie," a nasally, male voice said from behind her. She tried to crane her neck to look, but he was out of sight. The manacles cut into her wrist.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Julie," continued the voice. "Do you remember me yet?"
Her heart was pounding. She remembered - the cop. Officer Dobson. He was in his 40's, maybe 50's. At the store where it all happened, he had asked her irrelevant, rambling questions, a moron who seemed to think she was the stupid one. He talked to her slower than the men, as if basic concepts like 'where were you this morning?' were hard to grasp for her tiny female brain. She remembered his face - scruffy beard, scabs, unkempt thinning hair, and vaguely, his body - shapeless, overweight.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Julie?" he asked. She twitched involuntarily in response. "I bet you haven't, given you're a virgin and all." He was closer now. "Or maybe you're lying about that too."
She heard the sound of a zipper, then felt clammy hands pawing at her backside. She recoiled from the touch, swinging her bare ass away. "Fuck!" Officer Dobson wrestled with Julie's behind, half falling on her. He was weak, for a man, but he was heavy, and she was bound. She felt something slap against her hip - it was his cock, the first man's cock to ever touch her.
The crowd was excited, Julie could tell from their calls and laughter, enjoying the spectacle - the assault - that was going on in front of them. Officer Dobson was fully atop her now, panting and grunting. She writhed, throwing him partially off, but she was pressed into the ground, unable to move far. She knew with horror that the moment was imminent.
She felt Officer Dobson's cock against her asshole. The crowd screamed with excitement. Julie tried to pull forward, away, but her legs were at their limit. She felt the pressure on her asshole growing, and with a pop, his cock was inside of her. Her rape had begun.
Julie groaned in pain as the cock started to move in her. Her limbs were twisted, pressed awkwardly, painfully against the manacles and the hard wood. He was fucking back and forth inside her anus, taking her as he wished. She felt his hand groping her breasts. "No," she whispered, "No."
Officer Dobson laughed cruelly. "Yes," he said, "oh yes. Do you feel my cock moving in your ass, darling?" He pressed down hard, his elbow on her back as he thrust irregularly. Her ass was making obscene sounds, a plapping with each thrust on top of the sounds of their struggle. "This is all perfectly legal, you know? I'm just doing my job, ma'am!"
Julie's ass hurt, but it was lessening. She was grateful for the lubricant. He was small, she thought, he must be. Not that she had the experience to be sure. "Y-" a thrust took the wind out of her, "You've got a tiny dick, pig."
One of the guards kicked her in the face, hard. Julie reeled, disoriented, in pain. "Shut up, bitch!" he hissed, "no talking!"
Officer Dobson was angry. He called out, playing to the crowd, "My cock is deep in the bitch's ass! Do you think it's dirty enough yet?" The crowd roared in response, loving the spectacle. Julie felt a flush come across her skin as she was reminded just how public, how degrading, they had made this. Officer Dobson lowered his voice, speaking to Julie now. "I'm going to put my dirty cock in your mouth, you lying bitch. You're gonna taste your ass off my cock."
Julie just grunted in response. Everything hurt. She wanted it to end. "Yes," she whispered. Yes to what, she thought. Why did I say that?
Wherever her intent, her words had an immediate effect on Officer Dobson. He jerked away, pulling out of her ass with a slurping sound. "Fucking bitch, you almost made me come!" Julie felt immediate relief as he clumsily pulled himself off of her back. Seconds later, her stomach heaved as she finally saw her attacker.
Officer Dobson was as gross as she remembered - scruffy faced, thin messy hair. But this time it was his body that drew her full attention. He was fat, lumpy, and she saw his cock protruding from a mess of lank, sweaty pubic hair. She had never seen a man erect before - honestly, she thought, never seen one naked before, other than her father, many years ago, glimpsed by accident when he was coming out of the shower. His body was... nice, she remembered. This one was revolting.
Officer Dobson's cock was purple, thin, a little curved to one side. Most horrifyingly to Julie, it was dirty - oh God - her gorge rose in her throat. He was coming nearer to her face, one hand on his filthy member. Julie whipped her head away, pulling painfully against the manacles.
"Guards, hold her head," Officer Dobson ordered. "I don't want her to bite." At his command, Julie felt as rough hands grabbed her face, her jaw. They pulled her mouth open and turned her to face his approaching crotch.
"No," she pleaded, thrashing, "No!"
She smelled it before she tasted it, then she felt it, slimy, forcing its way between her glossy teenage lips, her perfect teeth. Officer Dobson jerked his body forward, and Julie felt his pubes against her face. Her nausea rose to a crescendo. He thrust again, his cock dragging across her lips, her tongue. She tried to bite, then started to gag. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. He moved in her as she started to retch.
Spit-up streamed around Officer Dobson's cock, onto his belly, his feet. He pulled away suddenly, shocked at the indignity. "Fucking bitch!" he cried, "She threw up on me! Fuck!" He withdrew his cock, softening, from Julie's mouth.
He glared at Julie, face blotchy with anger, as he stood over her, now a few feet back. She stared back, eyes blank, grey, a look of disgust -but also defiance - on her face. Sick dribbled from her chin. A tear ran down her cheek. The crowd was quiet.
Julie looked out at the crowd as Officer Dobson pulled on his trousers and hurriedly left the platform. She picked out faces, and while a few looked back, most were unwilling to meet her eye.
Her ass throbbed. She spat, trying to clear the taste from her mouth - and the memory from her mind. She retched again, but there was no more to come. The taste would stay. To her horror, she realized she was already becoming accustomed to it, as it faded from revolting to merely earthy. So that was anal sex, she thought. I've had anal sex now - I've been raped now. And I'm still out here, naked, alone, strapped to this platform.
She felt so, so violated.
Was her Dad there? She missed him, needed him right now. She needed to feel the comfort of his strong arms - a man, kind, not a pig like Officer Dobson. She looked out on the crowd again, but saw nothing.
Julie bent down on her elbows. Soreness washed over her. She felt the strange wetness in her ass, down her thighs, down her cheeks, and in her hair. She closed her eyes and began to cry.
The crowd rustled, shifted.
They were announcing something, calling for a person from the crowd. She squished her eyelids together, trying to tune out the sound. Whoever they were trying to get wasn't coming.
Her legs hurt, her arms hurt. She wished she was somewhere, anywhere else. A slight breeze was blowing, and she felt it all around her buttocks, her pussy, her violated asshole, reminding her of her nakedness.
She heard new boots on the platform.
She heard a man speaking, and with a shock, realized it was - her father?! She never would have expected him this close - why was he here?
He was arguing. Why was he arguing? He was saying something was impossible, terrible- "Absolutely not! Get the chief of the watch over here..."
Had- Julie thought, having a horrible realization- had he... been chosen? To be the one who would rape her? Surely there was some rule against-!
Her father was speaking to the chief of the watch now, his voice low, furious. She heard the head guard responding. Both were too quiet too make out over the crowd. She strained to hear, her heart pounding in her chest.
Finally, she heard the chief of the watch approaching from behind her where she couldn't see. "Julie Holmes," he said, "the law prescribes that your sentence must be carried out by a male ***********ed at random from the crowd. This ***********ion is done according to a careful procedure, which cannot be altered. Your father was in the crowd today, and he was ***********ed. He is of age, and of able body. There is no provision in the law that could exclude him from this duty."
Nausea and horror swept over Julie as he continued: "Should be fail or refuse to carry out your sentence, your sentence will be carried out by the guards, then subsequently both you and he will receive five lashes of the cane, and he will be jailed for two years of hard labor. Such is the importance of justice and order in our community."
"Why?" whispered Julie, "and- why tell me? That it's him? Do you just want me to suffer more?"
"Every man must do his duty. And every woman must know her place," the chief replied, and walked away.
She heard another set of footsteps approaching. Slowly. Whoever it was was taking
each step with care - or reluctance. Dad, she thought, oh God, it's my dad.
He stood behind her now. Julie was intensely aware that she was naked, naked before her father.
"Julie," he said, his voice strained. "I'm sorry Julie, I didn't know it could be like this. Have they..."
He trailed off into silence. Julie waited in agony for him to continue.
"-They've hurt you," he continued. "They've hurt and I want no part in it."
Another silence. The crowd rustled nervously.
Julie wiped her sick-covered lips against her arm, trying to avoid the stands of blonde hair that hung down around her face. "Dad," she whispered, her voice thick, "please." Nothing, except for the stirring of the crowd, a slight restlessness evident in its slowly rising tone. "You have to," she continued, a little louder. "Just get it over with." She felt a slight breeze blow over her ass, the sensitive skin of her freshly waxed slit reminding her of how totally exposed she was.
Julie's father looked down. His eyes roamed the scene, the platform, the guards, frantically trying to avoid the sight before him, but gradually they drew inward, irresistibly pulled by her nude figure. Julie's - his daughter's - waist was hourglass, accentuated to the fullest by her posture, hands and knees, back arched. He winced as he saw how the manacles bit into her wrists and ankles, little red rings on the skin around the black metal edges. Her breasts hung down - viewed from the side they were unexpectedly large, shapely, as he saw them bare for the first time. He fantasized for a second about what her nipples looked like before he caught himself. She had an incredible ass, round and fit. A space between her thighs was open - probably always open given the curve of her hips - and her outer labia were visible, perfectly sealed together. His daughter had an innie, he thought, wishing he had never had the realization. His eyes drew upward, inadvertently, and he saw her asshole, a perfectly round, smooth ring, just slightly open. A thin sheen of thick, brown-tinged liquid clung to the rim. My little girl was just anally raped, he thought. I'm looking at the aftermath of my daughter's anal rape. As he thought this, his attention was drawn back to his body by a growing tightness in his groin. To his horror, he realized that his cock was as hard as a rock.
His thoughts were interrupted as one of the guards moved closer, hand on his weapon.
"Alright sir, get on with it." The guard leered at the father and daughter. "If your cock isn't in her in 30 seconds, she's going to be ours for as long as we want. So says the law! I, frankly, relish the idea." He bent down over Julia, taking a stand of hair in hand, "I think I'll do the honors of taking her virginity with the barrel of my gun. Then my cock, of course!" The guard laughed crudely, his fellows joining in.
The guard backed away a little, and Julie whispered again to her father, an edge of determination - or terror - now evident in her voice.
"I forgive you. Pretend I'm not your daughter," she whispered, bending forward as much as she could move, her firm ass cheeks spreading as she moved. "Have sex with me... Eric," she pleaded. "Am I not pretty enough?" A note of concern - or fear - now crept into her voice "Are you not hard? You need to be hard. Please D- -Eric- get hard."
He was so hard already, despite himself, despite knowing full well she was his daughter. He couldn't refuse - due to his daughter's request, and the law, of course - but he realized that deep inside that he didn't want to refuse, either. He was a desperate, horny man. It had been so long, and she looked so, so good. He was going to rape his daughter, and he was going to enjoy it.
As if drawn by magic, Julie's father placed his hands on his daughter's ass cheeks. Carefully - gently - reaching down, he started to spread her labia. She was dry as a bone, but he continued, slow, practiced touches trying to draw water from a desert.
Julie felt the hands on her slit, and flinched. Then, suddenly, she felt the pressure of the thing she now understood to be his cock, unexpectedly urgent against her tight, dry, virgin opening. It was so hard, so hot. So large compared to Officer Dobson's. It felt like a weapon poised to tear her apart. She heard her dad's voice:
"I'm going in now, Julie," his throat caught, and he continued in a whisper. "This will hurt you, but it's going to be okay, I promise."
"10 seconds!" called out the guard.
The crowd yelled in echo - "10 seconds!!"
"I love you, Julie," her father whispered.
Julie felt her father's strong hands pull back on her hips, and she felt his shaft press her labia apart. His manhood was all she could think about - not the crowd, not who he was, just the intensity of the cock entering her as it forced it into her slowly, steadily with agonizing pressure. Her soft, smooth slit was wrapping around it, burning with intense pain as her innards stretched and tore and rearranged to accommodate him.
I am a whore, she thought, suddenly, intrusively. All I am right now is a receptacle for a man - my father. He is entering me, and I am being entered. My hands are tied, my body is an object. She felt a flush of heat across her skin. The pain and the heat spread though her, moving down and out again, her whole body fire.
Julie's father looked admiringly at the obscene sight of his cock - so much length to go still, as it spread her smooth lips wide, spearing into her. Something was tearing inside of her - he felt it, breaking on his iron-hard cock. He saw her asshole clenching and unclenching, spread with his hands firm on her behind, her arms shaking, pain evident in her entire body. He felt sorry for her, so sorry to be hurting her like this. And yet he felt proud too - she was taking it so bravely, without a single word of protest. She didn't pull away or flinch, even as he felt the barrier inside her fully giving way.
He lowered his face closer to her ass and spat on his cock, a few splatters falling on her buttocks, running down her labia. To make this less painful, he thought, and to degrade her in front of the crowd. Her skin was flushed, he noticed, and out in the crowd, not more than 20 feet from where they were, he saw a tall, wiry young man making a mocking gesture towards his daughter, miming her ass being slapped. He wondered if she was seeing the reaction of the hundreds of onlookers, or if the physical violation she was receiving was the entire cause of her reaction.
He pressed into her harder, and he heard a soft pop, followed by an equally soft gasp from his daughter's mouth.
He leaned forward, pressing hard on their coupling, forcing his cock little by little into the incredible tightness of her pussy. He didn't even know a woman could be this tight. It's because this is rape, he thought. I'm raping her.
Another strangled sound escaped his daughter. She was trying to stifle her gasps. He slid one hand down lower around her hip, and reached forward with the other, planting it firmly across her mouth. "Julie," he whispered, hoarsely. "I'm going to gag you so that you won't scream, okay?"
He felt, unexpectedly, a little nod of her chin as he cupped his hand around her face. She bit a little at the side of his hand - perhaps to try and stop his assault on her body, perhaps to silence herself. He couldn't tell. It was up to him too make decisions, he realized - she couldn't talk, couldn't move herself. So he would. He pulled down on her chin, opening her mouth a little, and quickly forced his thumb inside, gagging her more fully. She bit, but gently.
Julie's whole lower body cramped and spasmed with intense pain. It hurts! she thought, it hurts! - please Daddy, take it out, you're hurting me. Why did it have to be her father? This hurt, somehow, much more than her anal rape. Oh God, she thought, he's started to move. A wave of relief, then pain, washed over her as he pulled back then thrusted forward, pulling hard on her hip. She bit into his thumb, hard, thankful to have something to prevent her from screaming. She was sure she was being torn open. Was her blood on his cock? It must be. Her ass on the vile man's cock, her blood on her father's. She wanted to scream, to thrash off the assault like she did the other man, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. This was her father, the man she loved most in the world. A tear of pain ran down her check. She was going to be a good girl for daddy.
Julie's father pulled her back and forth, his cock withdrawing and re-entering her pussy at a savage and increasing pace. She was growing lubricated somewhat, a mixture of her blood and his spit and his prodigious pre-come. Her blonde hair swung back and forth with each thrust. Her back arched with the impacts, a thin sheen of sweat starting to drip from her slender shoulder blades.
The crowd was enraptured, clapping and stomping in rhythm with his thrusts. Their enthusiasm propelled him forward, harder and harder, at a steady pace.
With grim satisfaction, he felt his pleasure grow. His daughter was a great fuck, at least during this rape, her pussy tighter than any he had ever experienced before, her ass more round, her breasts more full. She doesn't know it didn't need to be like this, he thought, that sex could be slower, gentler, kinder. This was cruel of him, he thought, but was it wrong? This is what the law prescribed. She was to be punished, should he not be the one to discipline her? She was taking it so well, he thought, and after all, this is what he raised her to be. A strong girl - a strong woman. A woman who could take an assault like this without breaking.
She wanted more. Julie wasn't sure how or why, but somewhere in the foggy corners of her mind, behind the pain and humiliation, a part of her felt... desire. Sexual desire. Her thoughts flashed back to the 'waiting chamber', to her confused, unintended masturbation, to that shock of unexpected pleasure. Though the pain, she... wanted.
Her breasts bounced as her father fucked her. He was in full flight now, his large cock bottoming in her with each thrust. His muscular body flexed against her slender, athletic one. He felt, to his surprise, that she was getting wet, and even - could it be - aroused?
Yes, his little girl was turned on. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, but the signs were clear. The subtle movement of her hips, the quickening of her breath. She *liked* this. No, he thought, she hates this - she just can't help herself.
He bent down lower, taking a breast in hand as he moved his lips to her ear. "Julie," he started, voice raspy. "I-"
Julie moaned in response, unintelligible with her father's hand on her mouth. His thick cock pounded in and out of her pussy, slamming into her ass cheeks, hurting her, shaming her, filling her with a growing lust.
Her father pulled on her nipple, ravaging her body for his pleasure and hers. He wanted more. He pulled his thumb from her mouth, dripping saliva. He started to move it to her clit, then stopped himself, pulled from the moment. One of the guards was eyeing him warningly.
He could rape his daughter, but he couldn't pleasure her. Not openly.
There was another option, he thought. One that would only underscore her previous violation. It was an awful thing to do to, but he wanted it. And, he thought, it might bring her pleasure too, if she's as filthy and depraved as me, a dirty whore like the crowd thinks she is.
"Julie, I'm- sorry," he whispered. He placed his thumb on the rim of her defiled asshole. She made a low, choked noise, barely audible over the sound of the crowd cheering, the sound of him fucking her. He ran his thumb along her rim as he massaged her breast and penetrated her pussy. He pushed his thumb down more, and it slipped smoothly inside his daughter's anus, double penetrating her with his hand and his cock.
Julie felt as if she was floating in space, pleasure, pain, heat and humiliation all merged into one overwhelming sensation. Her daddy was raping her. His cock was in her pussy. Why was his thumb in her ass? It hurt so much, and she was so scared. Why did it feel so good? She was nearing a precipice she didn't understand. She bounced forward and back, battered by her father's powerful thrusts. Her orgasm - her first orgasm of her life - hit her like a wave.
Julie's father bent over her, pulling her slender body back and forth onto his member with hard, steady strokes. He was now pounding her full speed in ass and pussy alike. She was a mess, a beautiful mess, her blonde hair matted with sweat and worse, her asshole gaping, her whole body flushed. She felt so good on him. He was going to come - and the law prescribed that it must be inside of her.
"Julie baby," he said, not a whisper now, but a voice loud enough for a few of the closest onlookers to hear, "I'm going to come in you now." Julie bucked against him, driving thumb into her ass and cock into her pussy. He couldn't tell if this meant she wanted it or hated it. He didn't care.
When Julie's father finally pulled out of her pussy, she slumped forward, falling to her elbows. Her shapely buttocks stuck in the air. Her ravaged asshole hung open just a little, and a thin trail of semen ran from her smooth, slightly bloodied, vagina. Her punishment was complete.
A few members of the crowd still lingered as the guards undid the manacles. One of the tourists, a man in his 50's with a farmer's tan, was taking pictures of Julie's defiled rear with a zoom lens. Her father stood off to the side, directed to leave the platform by the guards. Julie would have to walk off alone.
***
When she finally staggered into his arms, she was once again dressed in the baggy orange jumpsuit. Her eyes were vacant, her mind clearly far away. He held her and spoke comforting words as he led her - finally - to a private place.
"Daddy," Julie sobbed, quietly, "I know you didn't want to-" she looked away, struggling with a question, "-b- but, you did it. In me."
She paused. "did you... enjoy it?"
He tensed as the question hit him. "I-"
He held her, feeling the warmth of her body in his arms. Feeling, whether he wanted to or not, the curves of it.
"-Yes."
Julie gasped, just a little. He continued. "I hated doing it to you. It hurt me to the bottom of my soul. But you are a woman now, and a very beautiful one. You felt better than anyone I have ever had before. I am a man and you are a woman, and we had sex as man and woman. You being my daughter did not- cannot- change that. Do you," he looked into her eyes, "do you understand that?"
"I came," whispered Julie. She could see the shock on her father's face. "I came. I've never done that before, never done anything - I swear Daddy - but I know what it is, and I did. Not with-" she shuddered, remembering the vile officer- "never with him. But with you."
Julie's father looked down at his daughter. She was traumatized, he knew, and surely not thinking straight- surely? He studied her face. Even in her current condition, even after what happened to her, she was gorgeous, large brown eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. She was yours. He felt a heat in his groin.
"Julie-" he said, thickly. One word, but she heard the implication in his voice clear as a gunshot.
To her horror, she felt something turn in her, something- wanting. Oh God, she thought, why? Why now? Say something, get him back to his senses-
"Daddy, I- I forgive you. I love you."
Not that! Why that? She thought desperately.
"I -yes Daddy."
No!
He put a hand higher on her shoulder, on the neckline of the orange jumpsuit. She looked up at him, warmth growing in her, nausea growing in her, and gave the slightest of nods.
He tucked his hand under the collar, deftly loosening it. The jumpsuit unpeeled from her skin, falling loose. Her shapely breasts were bare. He pushed her, gently, to her knees, and to her horror, her mouth was already open, ready.
Good girls don't do this, she thought, desperately. And she wasn't a good girl anymore.
His erection was exposed already, hard, rock hard, and huge. He said nothing, only stepped forward, cupping his hand around the back of his daughter's head as her blonde hair fell all around.
Julie took a sharp breath of horror, of desire. She fully took in the sight of her father's cock for the first time. It was- beautiful.
He entered her mouth.
He sighed, almost a groan, dripping with desire, perhaps a little shame.
She started to cry again, tears dripping onto her father's cock as she reached down between her legs to masturbate.