Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is just a fantasy. The material in this story is for adults only and contains extreme graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.
This is my first story, and I experiment with first person vs. third person and will indicate at the beginning of each chapter. Constructive feedback and new ideas welcome.
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Chapter 9: Josie (Third Person) "Consequences of Failure"
The terribly mistreated officers back in the Sweat Room were led to a series of lights that locked at their ankles and surprised the girls by quickly flipping them upside down, their legs spread wide and wrist cuffs locked behind their heads at their collars, orders began streaming through. "CRUNCHES, three minutes!"
An indicator appeared and each girl's waist, indicating they had to do a crunch all the way to a 90-degree angle. The girls started pumping up and down, abs straining, skin openly sweating, and numbers started counting each rep. It was immensely difficult for Josie, as her belly had been roughly bruised, busted, filled with awful food and a jug load of cum by Brutus all miserable day long. After three long minutes of straining her already overheated and mistreated muscles the timer ended, and displayed the girls scored.
"THE THRESHOLD WAS 30. NONE OF YOU FAT WHORES REACHED THAT LEVEL, TIME FOR PUNISHMENT ROUND" The girls hung there, sweating profusely, as troopers stormed in the room, two surrounding each girl.
The one in front of Josie stuffed her mouth with what looked like sweaty men's underwear, it tasted and smelled powerfully foul, as she was forced to inhale the BO. She was about to try to spit it out but heard "Last one to drop the underwear gets to sleep in the quiet room tonight."
That must have meant a room not full of torment and sleep deprivation from the previous night. Josie steeled herself, she needed rest desperately and wanted to hang on longer than the other girls. The troopers immediately started making this more difficult for them, as all started vigorously tickling the helpless naked girls. Josie lamented that there were now four hands torturing her exposed skin. The one behind her started in on the backs of her spread legs, dancing his fingertips on the backs of her knees, up her calves and focused on the soles of her feet. At the same time, the one in front immediately started assaulting her sensitive sweat slick armpits and up and down her trim, sweaty sides. Josie's tortured body had taken too much torment, she was beaten, bruised, sore, and exhausted. She wiggled her wet body furiously, sweat rolling off her tits and dripping from her hair, attempting to find any relief from the tickling torment the four hands were delivering to her bare flesh.
They moved up to concentrate on her exposed pussy, ass and inner thighs from the back and her sweat soaked hips from the front. Josie screamed and laughed into her smelly wet gag, trying and failing to find relief from the cruel hands between her wide spread legs exploring and exploiting every crevice. After only thirty seconds had passed Laura had already released her gag, screaming against her bondage. The guards spend another sadistic few seconds tickling her helpless sexy body then unceremoniously dropped her to the floor and hauled her naked and trembling out of the hot humid room. After another minute Anna was next to drop, gasping and wheezing for breath, obviously too physically exhausted to continue, and Rachel followed suit shortly after. Both sweaty girls were hauled away as well. Josie and Auburn remained, holding on to the rancid boxers with excruciating difficulty as their defenseless inverted bodies were tormented.
Josie's pretty face was absolutely soaked in sweat as it dropped down her body, gathering the dried cum on her face from her previous beatdown and stinging her eyes. While the trooper in front her concentrated on her extra sensitive sweat slick armpits, the one in back stopped momentarily, and Josie thanked God. She was painfully surprised when she heard the heavy wet slap of a rubber paddle brought down sharp'y on her exposed and sensitive pussy "THWAP!" followed by a lighting rush of pain from her sex. This brought her over her limit, and she opened her mouth wide to shriek, letting the boxers fall to the floor. They kept tickling her for a few brutal moments and then dropped her to the ground and pulled her by her soaked pony tail out of the room. She looked back to see Auburn continue to suffer the hands of the remaining troopers, tears streaking her face.
In the blissfully cool hallway, as the troopers were guiding her back to her room for the night, they were intercepted by Brutus, who grabbed Josie by the neck and said, "I'm not done with you yet pain slut, you're spending the night with me". With dread choking her throat, she limped after Brutus as he cruelly hauled her wet and naked body through the halls.
Josie was led down a few twisting hallways and corridors, her face tear streaked and flaked with dried cum, in a brain fog due to the exhaustion of the harrowing day. She was roughly shoved into a door, her cuffs coming undone as she fell onto the ground, and she rushed to catch herself. As she laid at Brutus's feet and heard the door lock behind them, a new fear washed over her, she was now alone, and completely at this evil man's mercy. None of the other troopers had been nice, but he was certainly the worst, and now she was naked, tired, and helpless against whatever this cruel man had in store for her, with none of the other bystanders around to stop him from pushing too far.
