This is 100% fantasy.
In real life we should never be cruel or disrespectful towards anyone, especially if they are vulnerable in any way.
Loving, consensual sex is wonderful.
Coercive or non-consensual sex is illegal and harmful.
It shouldn't be so, but reading about such things can be erotic. That isn't to condone them or to encourage anyone to act in a similar fashion.
The characters in my stories are all over 18 and the settings are 100% fictional.
Mothers, wives, partners, girlfriends, daughters - all females - should always be treated with respect and kindness.
Marianna trains to be a Handmaiden
Non-consensual sex
Humiliation
Pain
Caning
Semen
Creampies
Rough handling
Feminine Hygiene
Masturbation
Nudity
Soreness
Pubic hair
Marianna was just four days past her 18th birthday when she underwent her Statutory Consummation (SC). A more humiliating experience would be hard to imagine. She was deflowered in the customary, brutal, way, with the two witnesses needed present in the Consummation Cubicle, and with who knows how many others able to watch on screens from the viewing booths. As Jo, the State Registered Consummator from the Department for Women, finished with her, an official took a high vaginal swab, which he then tested for the presence of semen. The SC was duly certified and she was left there, bent over and secured to a leather-topped bench - very similar to those used by gymnasts - with her legs spread wide for the enjoyment of the two male witnesses, her father and uncle. The thought of them seeing her like that, and having to be fucked by them, filled Marianna with shame.
Twenty minutes later, when they had done their lecherous worst, Marianna was collected by another official and taken to a room marked 'Recovery' just a few steps along corridor. Inside were several other girls her own age, all of them naked, and all of them sobbing from their ordeal. The official handed each of them a small packet of wipes and told them to clean up. "I'll check back in ten minutes and if I find a drop of spunk you'll be for it," he said menacingly.
Still in tears the girls started to wipe themselves. Some of them had semen running down their legs, some had it on their breasts, in their hair, and elsewhere. Two were bleeding slightly and must have suffered vaginal tears, which Marianne had heard was quite a common occurrence.
Marianna was one of the lucky ones. Jo, and the others had ejaculated while their cocks were deep inside her, so at least it wasn't in her hair or over her face. The only problem was it kept leaking out from her vagina. Just when she thought she'd removed it all she'd begin to feel sticky again and had to start all over again.
Marianna did her best and hoped it was enough. The official returned a little later than he'd said, wearing a broad smile. "Ladies," he said. "Let me take a look at you."
"My goodness," he added, "It smells like a brothel in here. Now bend over, legs wide apart, and I'll see how well you've done."
He chose Marianna first, stuck a finger roughly inside her vagina, sniffed it, wiped it on her back, and told her to stand. Then, he checked her hair, breasts, belly and legs, before barking, "OK.. pass."
The same pattern was repeated three more times; but the next young woman was not so lucky. When the official withdrew his finger from inside her, he said immediately that she still stunk of semen. "Stand over there," he ordered, pointing to a corner of the room opposite. "I'll come back to you later young woman. You'll have a very sore bottom tonight."
The last girls passed and the official turned his attention back to the girl in the corner. "Don't move," he instructed her, before leaving the room. A short time later he returned carrying a formidable looking cane.
"Touch your toes," the official told the girl. When she hesitated a moment he struck her sharply across her breasts. She yelped with pain and immediately did as she'd been told.
"Six," the official told her, as he flexed the cane between his hands. A moment later he delivered the first stroke with such force and precision that we all gasped. A deep red mark instantly appeared across the girl's buttocks.
"Say after me... I... must... keep... my... cunt... clean." The six strokes of the cane were administered in rapid succession. Each of them struck exactly parallel to the first, creating a band of pain no more than 3 inches wide. From the bulge in his trousers he was clearly aroused.
"Get up," the official commanded, adjusting himself for comfort. "Everyone... follow me."
He led us out, along a maze of corridors, up some stairs and into a room with six beds. "This is where you'll be sleeping tonight. Tomorrow you'll be going to the Handmaiden's School."
One of the girls asked bravely "Where are our clothes?"
"You won't be needing any. Saves time that way."