The Punishment Faire of Nokaadad

 

by Wayne Mitchell

 

SAMPLE CHAPTER

This is the fifth chapter of Punishment Faire. The chapters leading up to this set up the planet of Nokaadad; introduce the interesting loophole which allows free sex on the first day of the fair; and deal with the tents of Atonment and Severe Atonement. The chapters which follow this get progressively more severe.

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CHAPTER FIVE

The Tent of Punishment

 

The Tent of Punishment differs from the tents of Atonement primarily by the fact that those punished are deemed to be prisoners rather than penitents. The degree of punishment and/or degradation is more severe than either of the tents of Atonement but, as expected, less so than the Tent of Severe Punishment.

There is one aspect that is unique to the Tent of Punishment. In this tent, a prisoner may opt to partake in a contest with other prisoners in the hope of escaping the more severe levels of their punishment. Of course, if they are one of the losers in that contest, the punishment may actually end up being more severe than it otherwise would have been. Surprisingly, on this day all of the prisoners- both male and female- who were scheduled for the Tent of Punishment opted for combat with the other prisoners.

One aspect not unique to the Tent of Punishment is the announcer. If you were to hurry from tent to tent during the time of punishments- something which is, by the way, considered poor etiquette and could land you in the arena next year- if you hurried from tent to tent, you would discover that the announcer's voice is exactly the same in all four tents. How that could be is something that is best left to the storytellers and the wise ones. Or better yet, it should be forgotten and never mentioned to anyone.

"Esteemed citizens of Nokaadad," the announcer's voice boomed out into the tent, "we have a small crowd of prisoners today." He paused and then continued, "The crowd of prisoners will be even smaller tomorrow..." he laughed, "...but so will the crowd in the stands." He again paused and then said almost sarcastically, "I assume that most of you will be in the open arena for Grandmother's Day." He laughed again and said, "Oh, I said that wrong. I assume that most of you will be in the grandstands at the open arena for Grandmother's Day." His voice became lower pitched and almost scolding as he finished with, "You really don't want to be in the arena on Grandmother's Day, do you?"

There was a bit of nervous laughter from the people in the grandstands. Then the laughter turned to murmuring as they realized that while their attention had been on the announcer, a large squad of black-clad men had hurriedly brought in and assembled a large roped-off ring. It looked very much like the rings used by the boxers and wrestlers for their shows on the weekends, and even had the thick, canvas pads used in those rings. But this ring wasn't square. It was instead more or less star-shaped, or at least shaped like a seven-pointed star. There were fourteen posts holding the ropes as they formed that seven-pointed star. A brace rope held the post at the points of the star very tightly. The post at the inside angle of the star had no braces, but it was a much thicker post made out of very strong-looking pipe. The top of each of those inside posts had what looked like an oversized metal protector cap on the top.

"I present to you," the announcer said loudly, "the Controller's Star."

Some of the men in the crowd who remembered the Controller's Star from Faires in the past began cheering. A goodly number of women were also cheering. Younger citizens who were not adults the last time that the Controller's Star was used looked around in confusion. A number of the cheering men or women said to them, "Just watch."

Further conversation was subdued by the loud pounding of drums as seven women began walking slowly into the arena. They each were totally naked except for a scarf wound tightly around their heads. Each was accompanied by a black-robed Minister of Punishment. The Ministers were carrying a very small bucket in one hand and what looked somewhat like the tip of a lance in the other hand. The women and their accompanying Ministers spread themselves around the Star so that one woman was standing at each of the seven points of the star.

"This is a trial by combat," the announcer said firmly. "One of these women will prove her innocence by defeating the other six women in a test of skill and cunning."

The women stood silently in their star corners as the announcer gave their names and their crimes. "From Hot Sun wearing a red turban," he began, "is Saanvi who has been accused of multiple small thefts. Next we have Aadya from Sea Shore who is wearing a blue turban. She has been accused of cheating tourists who come to the sea shore. Kyra, in green, from Flower Meadow is accused of harvesting another woman's flower crop to sell at the market. Diya, whose black turban matches her black skin, is from the Home of Beasts and is accused of slaughtering a protected wild beast and selling the meat at the market."

He paused and then is a slightly less loud voice that sounded almost like instructions, he said, "This is her first offense and it has been shown that she did not know the beast was protected so she is here rather than in the Tent of Severe Punishment."

The announcer waited for the buzz of conversation to die out before continuing, "Pranavi in white is from Dark Night. Her pale skin almost matches her turban. She is accused of multiple repeated acts of voyeurism as she crept up to others' homes and watched them having sex. This is her third infraction so she is here rather than in the Tent of Atonement. If she is caught again, she will be in the Tent of Severe Punishment or even the Open Arena."

Again the announcer had to wait for conversations to fade out before beginning, "Then we have Adhira from Sand Hills. She is accused of seducing another woman's husband for a second time." He laughed and said, "No, she didn't seduce a man twice. This is the second time she has been caught manipulating the husband of another woman. It was not for love, but for the money she could wheedle out of her victim. Next time- if there is a next time- she will be in the Tent of Severe Punishment."

He paused, then said loudly, "And lastly we have Mia who is wearing a gold turban. She was caught impersonating a village official while trying to get a special discount for some building materials for her home." His voice became deep and sarcastic, "Village officials, despite any rumors you may have heard, do NOT demand or receive discounts. Such discounts are considered bribes and the person offering and the person accepting such a bribe could find themselves here in this arena... or worse... next year."

After an inordinately long pause, he called out, "Prisoners, prepare yourselves!" and the seven Ministers held up the small bucket to the women.

Each of them scooped what appeared to be animal fat or grease from the bucket and began smearing it between their asscheeks and into their rosebuds. Once a goodly amount of grease had been pushed into their ass, they began pushing their fingers into themselves. First one finger and then two and then three slid up into their poop shoot preparing themselves in case they lost.

After all seven of the women had sufficiently prepared themselves, the Ministers handed them a towel which they used to carefully wipe all of the grease off of their fingers. Then the Ministers handed them the lance tips. It now became obvious what the lance tips actually were. They were anal plugs with long handles. The butt plugs were slightly larger than anyone would normally use and the neck, the narrow part where the asshole actually clenches down was slightly longer than expected. Several bright strips of metal wire began just at the wide protection circle that normally prevented an ass plug from fully entering an ass and continued all the way up to just short of the tip of the plug. There were also two wide metal bands on the long handles.

As the Ministers handed the plugs to the prisoners, the announcer explained, "The purpose of this combat is to push your lance up your opponent's ass. You then take your opponent's lance and face another prisoner. These lances are specially made by the controller for this event and deliver a strong charge of electricity once they are in place."

He paused and his voice became very firm. "Prisoners," he almost yelled, "you have been told the rules, but I remind you that no two of you can work together against another prisoner. The rules are very specific about that. If you attempt it, judicial enforcers will overwhelm you and insert your own lance in your own asshole." He paused once again and then said forcefully, "Do you understand?!"

The seven women looked up at the speakers and said in unison, "We understand."

"Good," the announcer said. "Then begin."

The seven women stepped forward out of their star points. They were very wary of the women on either side of them while they entered the main portion of the ring. As they moved around the ring they unconsciously organized into two packs of three with Kyra from Flower Meadow basically still cowering in her star point.

The two groups of three women were moving slowing in a circle, each woman trying to gain an advantage without presenting their ass to the other women. It wasn't intentional, but one of the circles with Diya from Home of Beasts, Pranavi from Dark Night, and Mia from Pleasant Plain moved over so that they blocked the star point in which Kyra was cowering.

The crowd began to chant, "Get her. Get her. Spear the green," and the black, white, and gold turbans turned to look at the terrified girl in the green turban.

"I remind you," the announcer almost yelled, "that two prisoners cannot work together against another prisoner."

There was a moment of silence and then Diya tilted her black turban toward the speakers and yelled, "Well, there are three of us. What does it say about that?"

The announcer sputtered and went silent. Then he said almost flatly, "It says that no two prisoners may work together against another."

The crowd laughed. Kyra screamed as the three women enveloped her. She stood very straight and then it almost looked like she jumped into the air as Diya's lance speared her rosebud. She screamed loudly and then fell to her hands and knees with her body vibrating as strong electrical pulses surged through her.

"Prisoners to your star points," the announcer said firmly and the remaining six returned to their original places.

Six men clothed totally in black hurried into the ring and picked up Kyra. The carried her over to one of the inside points next to her star point and lifted her high into the air with her legs spread. Then they carefully guided the handle of the lance into the top of that weirdly-shaped inside post. The purpose of the mushroom shaped cap on the post was now obvious. It kept the post from forcing its way into her ass as she was mounted on top of it.

One of the men reached up and pulled the green turban from her head. The turban was actually composed of two long strips of green cloth. He threw one of the cloths to another man and began winding it around Kyra's ankles, securely binding them to the ropes. After her ankles were bound in place, one of the Ministers tossed two green ropes up to the men in the ring. The ropes each had a leather wrist restraint on one end of them. The wrist restraints were quickly put in place and then the other end of the rope was tied to the star point posts. Kyra of Flower Meadow was now tied very wide-spread facing the crowd and howling out as the strong electrical pulses pounded her ass. There was a lot of conversation and pointing as the crowd enjoyed the spectacle.

"Resume," the announcer said curtly and the remaining six women came out of their star points. Diya, Pranavi, and Mia quickly reformed their circle. Saanvi, Aadya, and Adhira also attempted to reform their circle, but Aadya's star corner was between Diya's and Pranavi's. She never made it across the ring to join the others. Soon she was sitting on a mushroom post with her ankles bound to the ropes with blue cloth. Her wailing seemed different than Kyra's. In fact, it did not sound like cries of pain. Instead it sounded more like cries of passion.

Someone in the crowd called out, "She's dripping. She likes it in the ass."

Soon after that, the crowd was chanting "Ass slut. Ass slut. Aadya is a Sea Shore ass slut."

Such chants- or even those words- could never be said outside of the Tent of Punishment, but everyone in Sea Shore would now know that Aadya was an ass slut.

When the announcer again barked out, "Resume," there were only five women in the star shaped ring. Diya, Pranavi, and Mia quickly reformed their circle. Saanvi and Adhira quickly walked toward each other and stood back to back to protect each other. They both gave a cry of misery when the announcers voice said firmly, "The rules explicitly prohibit two prisoners from helping each other during this trial by combat."

Saanvi darted to the other side of the ring as the circle of three came toward them. Adhira rushed toward the three others in hopes of getting in a quick strike with her lance, but they merely opened their circle and engulfed her like a squid swallowing a small fish. Adhira screamed loudly as a lance butt plug entered her ass and began pulsing.

Almost immediately after Adhira screamed, Pranavi's startled voice overwhelmed the scream. Pranavi did not actually begin screaming until Saanvi's lance began pulsing in her ass. She kept repeating, "This can't be happening. This can't be happening." as the men in black clothes pulled her and Adhira toward their mushroom posts.

While they were tying the two losers in place, the announcer said almost sarcastically, "That loophole in the rules will be taken care of before the next time the star ring is used, but it looks like Saanvi used a loophole of her own to defeat Diya, Pranavi, and Mia's plans."

Pranavi's very pale, very white skin was covered with perspiration as she sat upon the mushroom post with her cunt displayed for everyone. She had almost no hair down there and what hair she had was so blond that it was almost invisible. Her bright pink labia and flowing cunt were highlighted by a spotlight which turned on from high in the tent. Four spotlights had turned on. One for each of the four losers at this point. Why they hadn't turned on a spotlight for Kyra and Aadya is something that only the controller knew.

The crowd was now talking very loudly. People could be heard saying, "I always thought Aadya was an ass slut, but Pranavi?" Another person said, "I think Pranavi just gets off being naked. I've seen her sneaking around Dark Night with nothing on. She thinks no one will see her, but with that skin, she practically glows."

The announcer let the conversations begin to die out before he curtly said, "Resume!" He laughed and added, "And now there is no way that three can act against one."

Diya, Saanvi, and Mia came out of their star points and formed a circle, but this time it was a much larger circle as each woman tried to protect herself from the other two. As they slowly moved sideways around a smaller and smaller circle, Mia seemed to stumble slightly and almost fall to the canvas floor of the ring. Saanvi lunged at her, taking advantage of her fall, but it was a trap.

Mia sprang back up and grabbed Saanvi by the arms. She held Saanvi's arms tightly with one of her arms and raised her lance to strike with the other. Saanvi was stronger than Mia, however, and she pulled loose from her grip... and right into the lance held by Diya.

Mia and Diya both looked up at the speakers and said loudly, "We didn't plan that. We weren't working together. It just happened."

The seven black-robed Ministers who were standing around the ring held up their right hands palm forward with their fingers pointing upward. With that judgement of innocence the crowd erupted with half of the people calling for Diya and Mia to be punished for breaking the rules and the other half declaring them innocent.

"Quiet!" The announcer's voice roared and everyone fell silent. "The Ministers have ruled," the announcer said quietly but firmly, "and I add my eighth vote of innocence. We will resume once Saanvi is bound in place."

The men dressed in black clothing lifted Saanvi and placed her on one of the mushroom posts. The spotlight illuminating her cunt came on even before her ankles were bound to the ropes with the red scarves which had formed her turban. As the men were restraining Saanvi's wrists the crowd could be heard murmuring, "Dry as the desert. Just like Hot Sun."

Now there were only two prisoners fighting in the ring, Diya with her black turban and black skin, and Mia with her gold turban and her light tan skin. Obviously Mia was the favorite with those in the crowd from Pleasant Plain, but there were people from all fourteen villages in the crowd. So some in the crowd were shouting encouragement to Diya and some to Mia while many silently awaited the outcome of the match.

The two women circled warily in the middle of the star ring keeping their bodies tensed to spring as the slightest opening. Every time one of them would lunge toward the other the crowd would gasp in anticipation. When the attack was deflected the crowd would groan softly in disappointment.

Then the impossible happened. No, it wasn't impossible because it happened, it was just highly improbable. Diya and Mia both lunged at each other at the same time. When they hit in mid-air, they both slammed onto the floor of the ring on their left sides with an audible "Oooomph." That put them on the ground with each staring at the other's cunt... and more importantly, ass. They both swung with all of their might at the ass that had suddenly appeared in front of their faces. And they both connected. Their joint scream was louder than anything heard so far. Diya tried to pull the lance from her ass, but the combination of the strong pulses from the butt plug and the actions of the men who swarmed into the ring prevented her. Soon both she and Mia were sitting on mushroom posts showing the world their cunts almost all the way up to their cervix.

"I said this was trial by combat," the announcer said smugly, "and it appears that none of them were innocent."

With that, the crowd roared and applauded. Then the seven women impaled on the posts began to scream in sequence. First one would scream and rise slightly up on the post as her legs tensed from the severe electrical jolt to her ass. As soon as she slammed back down on the post, the next prisoner would scream and rise slightly into the air.

As the pulses started around the star for a second time, the announcer said loudly, "We have a second trial by combat this afternoon, so we will turn the pulses down until that is finished."

Almost as soon as he finished saying that, all seven women began groaning quietly as much more subdued pulses painfully pulled their pucker strings.

After the comments from the crowd settled down, he said, "Would the assistants bring in the second ring?"

Several dozen men and women dressed in black hurried into the arena carrying ropes, posts, and canvas-covered mats. Small covers were lifted off of pre-dug holes and the posts were slid into place. Within just a few minutes a large, circular enclosure was assembled. Then the assistants ran back out of the tent.

The loud drums began again and a column of twenty-three naked men began to walk slowly into the arena. Each man was accompanied by a Minister who was holding a long, black, leather paddle. The column walked around the circular area until it was completely surrounded. Then the men stepped into the arena and stood facing outward.

"Give the prisoners their paddles," the announcer said brusquely and the Ministers held the paddles over the ropes for the men to grab.

"Prisoners form the circle of punishment," the announcer ordered and the men stood so that they were facing the back of the man next to them. One of the Ministers held a bright red cane over the ropes so that it was between two of the men.

"When the Minister of Punishment drops the cane," the announcer said, "the man behind the cane will swing your paddle against the ass of the man in front of you. That stroke will go around the circle. As soon as you receive a blow, you will pass that blow on to the next prisoner in line."

The announcer... and the crowd... became silent waiting for the cane to drop. It seemed like several minutes went by before the Minister suddenly lowered the cane and pulled it back over the ropes. There was a very loud "Thwack!" as the first man's paddle slammed into the ass of the man in front of him. The "Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" went rapidly around the circle. It seemed to be louder with each swing as the prisoner vented his pain against the next man's ass. The "Thwack! Thwack!" also became faster as the announcer's voice yelled loudly, "Faster! Faster! Faster!"

Soon it almost sounded as if an antelope herd was stampeding through the tent. It became louder and louder and faster and faster until one man fell to the ground screaming that he couldn't keep going.

"Pause," the announcer yelled out as the black-clad assistants quickly pulled him out of the enclosure under the ropes and walked him over to a long line of spanking benches which had been brought in while people were watching the circle of men.

Once he was firmly in place, the announcer called out, "Resume" and the "Thwacks" again went rapidly around the circle... until the next man broke.

The circle kept getting smaller and smaller as one after another of the men fell to the ground and cried out their defeat. When it got down to only four men in the enclosure, the announcer yelled, "Halt!" The men stopped and looked up at the speakers hanging from the roof of the tent.

"From this point on," the announcer said firmly, "you will each strike simultaneously on my count. If all four of you last for twenty strokes, you are free to go. If you fail, you will be taken to the punishment benches."

There was a pause and then the announcer barked, "One!"

The simultaneous swat of the four paddles resounded throughout the tent. It was a ragged, "Thwack!!!" that caused many of the women- and a few of the men- in the crowd to gasp and recoil.

"Two!" the announcer yelled and the loud "Thwack!!!" repeated.

"Three!"

"Four!"

"Five!"

At "Five!" one of the men screamed and dropped to the ground. As the assistants were dragging him from the ring he kept sobbing, "No, no. I was so close."

That unintentional double entendre brought a loud laugh from many in the crowd.

The three men stood waiting for the announcer's voice. Perhaps that wait was why the "Thwack!!!" when he said "Six!" was almost as loud, or perhaps even louder than it had been with four men swinging the leather paddles.

The next man dropped out at "Fourteen!" He was sobbing incoherently as the assistants dragged him from the enclosure. The remaining two men stood side by side facing opposite directions and awaiting the voice of the announcer.

"Fifteen!" the announcer roared.

Then "Sixteen!" "Seventeen!" "Eighteen!" and "Nineteen!"

There was a long pause before he said, "Twenty!"

The two remaining men barely swung their paddles. The "Thwap" was barely audible in the upper rows of the crowd.

"Why did they do that?" a woman's voice could be heard asking her husband.

There was a laugh and then a man's voice replied, "Because they didn't have to defeat each other anymore. They both won. Even if one of them swung hard enough to cause the other to break, they both had endured twenty swats."

The same woman's voice asked, "What happens to the others?" and the same man answered, "Just watch."

The Ministers of Punishment who had walked into the arena with the naked men now returned. Each was carrying a medium punishment cane.

"The decreed punishment for the guilty is twenty-five strokes," the announcer proclaimed. Then as soon as the Ministers were in place he began counting. The whiz of twenty-one canes swinging through the air was quite loud. The "Crack!" of those canes striking ass flesh was louder. But the screams of the twenty-one men in the spanking stocks was loudest of all.

The announcer counted quickly and the blows and the screams became almost continuous.

One man in the crowd called out, "My bet's on four," and another man pointed to him and nodded. Some in the crowd were confused by that, but others knew exactly what he meant. There was often a pool... or several pools... which bet on how many of the men would respond sexually to the pain. That man lost. In the end, only three of the men spurted in response to the pain.

"You may be asking yourselves," the announcer said when the canes were at last silent, "why didn't these men just give up early and avoid the many rounds of spankings with the leather paddles in addition to the twenty-five strokes of the cane." He laughed and then said, "For the same reason that they didn't just confess their transgressions to the controller when they were in the booth and receive the much lesser punishments of the Tents of Atonement..." He paused and let out a sound of disgust, "because criminals are stupid. Don't be stupid. Obey the laws of Nokaadad."

After a pause he said, "That ends today's punishments. Feel free to come down into the arena to inspect the punished asses and gaping cunts... if for no other reason than to remind yourself that you don't want to end up here."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the screams once again began to go around the ring of women impaled on the Controller's Star.

END OF SAMPLE CHAPTER