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"You are duly sentenced to the colony correctional facility for sexual predators." The magistrate looked over the tops of his glasses at Burley. "The girl and her family have turned down blood money, offers of marriage and dowry, and a no-parole term of five years in prison. I'm sorry, but at the same time not. Every father here thought of their daughter subjected to the same brutality and having the recording of it out there. Do you have anything to say?"
Burley looked around the gallery. Jessamine wasn't there, but her parents and family were - looking grim and satisfied.
"I'm sorry. All I wanted to do was marry her in the traditional way the founders would have recognized." When he heard she'd been accepted to go to Uni City, he came up with the plan. Nobody wanted a defiled woman, marrying her was making her honest again. His parents approved and the family helped with everything but the act itself. "I just wanted to take her to wife. I still love her, even if she doesn't believe it. Everything I did was from love, and the only thing I'm sorry for is being here because she couldn't see that."
Still, thirty days for ravishment was okay. He could do that in his sleep. He knew enough guys who'd been clapped and thought a thirty day sentence was a vacation. She could have at least come to see him sentenced so that he could speak to her, get her to change her mind.
"For the crime of abduction of a minor for sexual purpose - thirty days. For rape of a female minor - twelve counts - thirty days for each count. For battery upon a minor - four counts - thirty days each count. For perjury - thirty days. For recording and distributing a sexual performance with a minor - ninety days. For obstructing justice - thirty days. For lack of remorse - sixty days. Sentences to run consecutively. Sheriffs - do your duty."
Two years? Burley's ears rang with shock as he was pulled from the bench, chains clattering on the steel. Jesse's family hugged each other and slapped backs. The sheriffs hauled him out of the courtroom and down a long hall. Surprisingly, there was no bus, just an ordinary squaddie. They didn't talk to him when he tried to make conversation and the driver cut him off.
"My brother's the bailiff. He told me what you did to that girl, how your whole family helped you."
Burley shut up. Nobody had his back in this.
The trip was two hours of silence, and when they pulled up at the correctional facility Burley noted that there were no windows, just a gate, and no guardhouses. It was a block of concrete in the middle of the moors.
"All right. Quick orientation. The intake guards here are all masked. They speak through a filter. That's so nobody can identify them. This isn't your average jail - it's a place of horrifying punishment for horrifying crimes." The sheriff didn't even look at him. "You'll be out in two years, be grateful for that. Some of these bastards are in for life, and you'll get what that really means in the next twenty-four hours."
The door opened, four masked figures yanked him out of the car, and carried him through the gate shredding his Sunday suit off him as they went. He was wearing nothing but his chains when he was dragged into a shower room, hung by his wrists and hosed down. He shouted and screamed, called them whoresons and bastards, and in the end it made no difference. Two greased fingers jammed into his asshole made him choke, and it was followed by a running hose to fill his guts. All of this was done in silence from his captors, as matter-of-fact as a man about his work. They filled and emptied him until the water was clear and Burley was shivering from cold inside and out. His mind was perfectly blank from shock, and all he could do was watch as one guard fed a tube into his nose and down his throat. A syringe of clear fluid went down, filling his belly, then they strapped him to a toilet and left him there. It was violent and unfair, but at the back of his mind he remembered Jessamine screaming and trying to kick him away, begging him not to do it. No, it was completely different. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Jessamine, to make babies with her. He didn't do… this to her.
Then the gut cramps hit and if there was anything left in his guts after that hosing out, it didn't stay there for long. He shit until his intestines must have been as clean as a sausage casing and was so weak that the straps holding him to the toilet were the only things keeping him up. They couldn't actually do this to him, could they? The colony charter said that restorative justice was to be given before retributive justice. Jessamine's family would take Burley's family lands and property, the colony had already taken the kids into care, and those eighteen or older were being punished if they knew and did nothing or knew and helped Burley with the plan and execution. Didn't they have enough now?
And a thought surfaced - the two fingers and the hose might not be the end of it. If this was be-done-as-you-did, he might be facing something-
No. They were going to correct him here, right? Like a reformatory.
Eventually his guards came in and unstrapped him, hosed him down and hosed him out again before dragging him to his cell. They strapped him to his bunk, then hooked something else to his nose line and left him alone in the dark. At least the blanket was warm. Burley did not remember falling asleep. Morning - it was hard to tell in a place with no windows - came with a man opening the door to Burley's cell. He wasn't from around here, but he had a colony coverall on and a clipboard in his hand. It was the first actual face he'd seen since he got here. HIs head was shaved bald and he wore dark glasses.
"Okay, Prisoner B-3190, I'm your guard, and you're starting the first day of your two-year sentence. Here's how it is - I am not your friend, I don't care for you. I'm here to make sure that when you leave this place, you have absolute understanding of the crime you committed. I'll make sure you don't die, but give no fucks about anything else." He flipped a page on the clipboard. "You, nineteen, kidnapped, then repeatedly beat and raped a sixteen year old girl - holding her for almost three weeks while her anguished family searched for her. You showed no remorse at trial, which you insisted on. Your family members who showed remorse and pleaded guilty as charged were beaten, given thirty days in the general penitentiary, and will be expelled from the county with their exempted assets."
Burley swallowed, gaggling slightly on the line down his throat.
"Those who went to trial and were found guilty by a jury of their peers were sentenced here, but some were judged as unlikely to survive their terms." The guard smiled at him. "They were made to choose which of their adult children would go in their place. You're going to have a family reunion! Of course, you won't get to see your female cousins Tansy and Brandy in person, but you and Henny, Cole, and Tucker will sure have a lot to talk about."
Staying quiet seemed the only option.
"Your Uncle Lyle - two counts of forcible sodomy on a minor, accessory to kidnapping and rape of a minor - has a bad heart and kidney disease - he gave up Henny. Your Aunt Lila - assault with intent to maim, accessory to kidnapping and rape of a minor - has congestive heart issues, and she gave up Cole. Uncle Toliver - same charges as Lyle - gave up Tucker." Another flip of a page and a look at him. "Uncle Jess - same as Lyle and Toliver - gave up Brandy while Aunt Jodilynn gave up Tansy for charges of conspiracy and accessory to the rape of a minor, assault with intent to maim and torture of a minor."
Tansy and Brandy knew Jessamine was there, whipped her a little, and they'd kept quiet even as they had to go around town with all those missing posters. His cousins Henny, Cole, and Tucker had held her down for the first time and also kept quiet. They'd pled guilty, and taken whippings - now they got to serve their parents' sentences for them.
"It's not that bad, since it's a substituted punishment, they'll only do thirty days. Of course, you have no idea what thirty days is like here. And your aunts and uncles will get to watch their kids take it from Ardmore Penitentiary." His guard looked happy about that. How were they going to make someone watch a reformatory? "Your sister Lorian was spared because wasn't there and she didn't know anything, your sister Jennamy was the one who alerted the colony authorities, your second cousins weren't eligible, and your minor cousins and siblings were under the age of responsibility."
He swallowed hard. "Am I going to get to see my cousins?" They might not want to see him, that's for sure.
"Oh, yes. You are going to see them. And they are going to see you." The guard cocked his head. "You know, there's a note in your file that you have never asked about your victim. Not once since she was rescued."
Burley swallowed again. He had, hadn't he? The last time he'd seen her before the trial was when the police busted into the basement and then took Jessamine away in an ambulance. "How is she?"
"A little late to ask that. She's in residential therapy, knowing you're here made her smile." His guard did something to the bunk so that it came loose from the wall and floated on antigrav out into the hallway. "I'm the only face that's going to talk to you, the only face-to-face you're going to see for two years."
"Can I ask why there's a tube in my nose?" It kept making him gag.
"Mm. Of course. It's for nutrition, hydration, and medication. We need to keep you all shiny clean in there."
But what for?
They went into a freight elevator, down what felt like a couple of floors, then back up into a long hall filled with doors. Above each door was a light that was either red or green, his guard picked one with a green light and floated him in. The rooms were small, with a cabinet, a quad screen display, a couple of cameras, a boom microphone and a strange looking wall of something like silicone, only very thick.
"Now, I am going to free you from your restraints and put you into another restraint. If you act up, I will hurt you bad. I don't want to, necessarily, but it's my job." The guard seemed to understand that Burley was thinking of taking him down. "I am a nice guy, most of the time, but not with scum like you. Got it?"
His stomach felt as if it were sinking into his toes. This was weird. This was really fucking strange. "Okay. Wait a min-"
Burley's head rocked to the left, pain exploding his vision into stars - then he was being manhandled up and into the chair. It wasn't a chair. Molded firm silicone cradled his spread thighs, silicone lids closing over and immobilizing him. The back of the chair did not cover his naked ass, and another piece of silicone locked over his front from shoulders to just above his dick.
"Now, you made a mistake. Do you know what that mistake was?" The guard locked his lower legs and arms into position, too, then went to the cabinet. "You talk when I tell you to talk or when I ask you something."
"I… don't know?" Burley was sweating.
"Well, you strike me as that stupid, so no surprise." The guard put items on the tray from the cabinet, but Burley couldn't see what they were. "You can ask questions, say 'yessir' and 'nosir' - but anything past that is going to get you hurt."
"Where am I and what's… all this?" Burley stuttered it out, cold and scared. This was weird. Something was wrong. "I thought that this was going to be a reformatory."
"Mmm. It is in the sense that some folks don't understand how something can be wrong until it hurts them." The guard closed up the cabinet again. "As for where you are, this is a licensed brothel. This one is a secret, just for sex offenders. We don't work you past eight hours a day, but in those eight hours, you'll take every single inch and drop of every dick that comes to you. Then we close you up, stick an electro-stim in your asshole, and have you virgin tight for the next day. You take it up the ass for five days out of seven, just like a union member."
For the next fifteen minutes Burley Hillman had a meltdown like he hadn't had since toddlerhood. His guard paid no mind, hanging up bags of things that hooked to the feeding tube, preparing what looked like a masturbator, and laying out fast-infusion injectors. Then, with the touch of a button, Burley was sucked into the wall where he could feel a breeze caressing his asshole and taint. His cock and balls hung down, limp and hiding.
"I got to talk to Jessamine, you know." Burley hung in his restraints dripping snot and tears. "Nice girl. Smarter than all hell and recovering from her intestinal surgery, they've fixed her up as good as new. Physically, at least."
Burley stayed quiet. His kin did some bad stuff, but that wasn't his doing.
"I told her where you were going, what I'd be doing. She told me how you and your cousins would run around all summer. How you were one big pack of kids, spring to winter and back again. How Tansy and Brandy were her scouting buddies." His guard reached down and took hold of his dick, stroking it as Burly tried to wiggle away. "How Henny, Cole, and Tucker built forts with you all in the greenfruit trees. She hates all of you now. Afraid of people, can't tell who's evil and who's kind. You destroyed that in her. I told her that if she wanted to, she could watch your first day."
It was enough to make him want to throw up, if he could - which Burley found that he couldn't. The guard handled his cock, then picked up a long piece of silicone tubing, adjusted it, and attached it to a bag. Then he picked up a syringe with a long tip and no needle, and jammed it into the piss hole of Burley's cock and pushed the plunger.
Burley yowled and tried to thrash as the stuff went into his cock, made it harder than a rock and made his balls ache. "Getitoutgetitoutgetitout!"
"A neat little compound. It's lube, antiinfective, plus something they put on a bull's dick to make sure he works all the cows." The end of the tube met the head of Burley's dick and the guard started to feed it in. "This is so nobody has to clean up your piss or come - and to make sure you pop nice and hard for all the cocks that get stuffed in your whiny crybaby asshole today."
The guard slipped the masturbator over his cock, a clamp holding the hose in place and then turned on one of the screens on the wall opposite Burley. It showed a hallway with an ass sticking out of the wall.
"Three guesses who's meaty butt that is. Be right back." A few minutes later, the guard appeared next to the butt in the wall and patted it. "Can you hear me all right in there? Wink your asshole once for yes."
Burley stared at the monitor and then winked his butthole.
"Now, here's a little tour. You've got your handholds here, for when you're getting slammed. Right under your ass is the trough so come and lube don't get the floor slippery." Guard pointed to the left. "Lube shooters, dick wipes, trash." Then pointed to the right. "Maintenance panel. Deep luber, electrostim plug, butt plugs and the recycling bin for all three."
The guard took out a hose and attached something that looked like a dildo with holes in it. Burley felt his ass trying to clench as the tapered tip pressed in and then was fed into him while he screamed.
"Trust me, prisoner, you're going to want too much lube instead of not enough." The cool stuff flooded into him, past the turn in his intestines and even further in. "Finally, some folks are going to want a good look at your face as they fuck you, or even watch your money shot."
A screen flickered to life and Burley could see his own tear-stained, red, snotty face and his fiercely erect dick.
"The compound keeps your dick up for four hours, but don't worry - I'll come in and reapply."
He pulled the lube tentacle out, and shoved a plug in. Burley tried to stop it, force it out, but it slid home in him with a lewd squelch, resting against something inside of him that made his asshole squeeze the thing deeper into him.
The guard patted his ass. "Back in a jiff."
Burley was numb, terrified, his ass stuffed with a plug and no matter how he tried, he couldn't move. Guard came back in and tapped his knuckles on the quad screen.
"Now, the camera setup. Anyone can watch you at any time and hear you if they don't mute, all they need is the camera code. That little green light means the camera's live, and you have an audience." One by one, he activated the screens. "Now, this one's you. This one shows the chat for people observing you. These two were set up special."
The screens came to life, and he was looking at his cousins all in the same position that he was in. They'd been crying, and he was pretty sure that Tansy and Brandy had been slapped pretty damn hard. His male cousins had black eyes and split lips. Their guards were sitting at ease, unfazed.
"I wanted you to see what it's like. We had some customers pay for early access." Guard raised his communicator. "Bring 'em in."
Burley steeled himself. Tansy and Brandy were married so it wouldn't be so bad, despite how they carried on as the men pushed in and took their pleasure in more than one hole. Henny, Cole, and Tucker sobbed like they were getting their fathers' belts, but they pumped out a shot nonetheless. He watched as the men cleaned themselves off when they were done, and put themselves away before stuffing in fresh plugs and walking away. Then another group of men came in, got themselves out, and started everything all over again.
In one hour, his cousins each took four men. Tansy and Brandy had quieted down, slumped and expressionless as their bodies jostled to the rhythm of the men mounting them. His male cousins' assholes were as red as tomatoes and dripping a mix of lube and cum into the troughs. They were still yowling like scalded dogs. It would kill him, Burley was sure.
"Now it's your turn." His cousins' faces turned when their guards switched on the monitors. "They and their parents get to watch, too. So does Jessamine."
Burley wanted to die. Anything to get out of this. His guard shut the door, and the other's guards left, too. There was a sneaking suspicion filtering into Burley's mind. His guard and five others appeared on camera in the hallway, with his guard undoing his shirt and belt, then his pants, shoving them down to his knees. His cock was thick and rigid, and he lubricated it before lining up and slamming it in so hard that Burley gave out a soprano cry of pain even as his orgasm churned out a shot. Guard's shot was still dripping as the next thick cock pushed in.
729 days to go.