"Rule of Law" Chapter 1
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Five attractive and sexy young women are sought for a proposed Reality
T.V. Show scheduled to commence production early next year. This
groundbreaking show will feature young women from across the world, and
is likely to lead to a lucrative career in the media industry. Apply
with full personal details, including candid photographs, to Box No.
1853. Worldwide Stage.
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HOLLYWOOD, U.S.A. January 4th, 2014.
The verdict of the court surprised nobody, least of all Jennifer. She
was found guilty, just as the script had said she would be. It was the
sentence she hadn't been expecting. The sentence that brought gasps of
excitement from the packed courtroom. From all the pre-show hype,
they'd been expecting something pretty special, but this was beyond
even their wildest dreams. As they listened, their eyes were drawn
inexorably to the attractive young woman standing on the raised dais in
the centre of the room.
"Jennifer Korynas," said the judge, his voice deep and sombre. "You
have been found guilty as charged, and it is my solemn duty to
pronounce sentence. You are to be stripped naked, and taken from this
court to a place of detention. There you will be held in secure
accomodation and sexually assaulted on a regular basis for a period of
not less than six months. Punishment is to commence the moment you
leave this courtroom, and will be recorded for daily transmission on
The State media networks. No appeal will be allowed against this
sentence."
The judge called forward the security men standing at the back of the
courtroom. "The guards will remove your clothing now," he said,
"following which you will be taken to the interview room and prepared
for public display."
It was about then that the script called for Jennifer to start
screaming, as though the reality of Reality T.V. had just struck home.
Mostly it was supposed to be garbled and incomprehensible babblings
about innocence and betrayal, that would have no effect at all on the
four goons who carried out the judge's instructions. They stripped her
where she stood, using rather more violence than she felt was
necessary, lifted her into the air and carried her from the courtroom
screaming and struggling in their grasp.
Once she'd gone, the judge waited for a moment, allowing the excited
buzz of conversation to die away before rapping his gavel sharply on
the table in front of him. Stern-faced, he stared down at the assembled
ranks of the media.
"Miss Korynas will be available in the interview room in twenty minutes
time. She will not be in a position to answer any questions about her
current situation. You will have approximately ten minutes to take your
pictures and a further ten minutes in which you will be able to touch
her should you wish to do so. The insertion of any object into her body
at this point is strictly forbidden. Do you understand?"
He paused, waiting for them to acknowledge his words before returning
to his prepared script.
"Around the world, four further trials will be taking place during the
next twenty-four hours; in Tokyo, Japan; New Delhi, India; Lagos,
Nigeria and London, England. In each case the defendant is young,
attractive and female."
He smiled, allowing the implications of his words to sink in before
continuing. "It seems likely that all four young ladies will be found
guilty, and receive similar sentences to Miss Korynas. The first half
of their sentences will be carried out in their country of origin, but
for the second period of three months, all five young ladies will be
held here in Hollywood where they will serve the rest of their
sentence. Needless to say, this will enable The State to inflict
further, more inventive and brutal punishments on them. Punishments
that will include multiple sexual assaults, and machine-driven orgasmic
rape."
"Initial television coverage of this event will commence at 19.00 hours
this evening with a two hour special, and will be a blend of recorded
and live action from around the planet. It will feature a number of
sexual assaults on Miss Korynas; assaults that will be carried out by
several well-known media personalities. I can assure you, it will be a
unique televisual experience."
What the judge didn't say was that the advertising rates for that two
hour period would set new high figures, which would result in the price
of food, and other staple items increasing steadily over the coming
months. "Rule of Law", was underway at last, the most notorious reality
T.V. show to hit the State network up to now. Or rather a series of
shows that would attract huge viewing figures and generate vast revenue
flows for both the media companies and The State.
Jennifer Korynas wasn't the only woman who would receive this sentence.
Her claim to fame was that she would be the first woman to be raped
live on T.V. Raped several times in the dubious name of entertainment.
She was the guinea pig if you like, the signal that the gloves had come
off at last in the ratings war. By the time her six months of public
and very personal, humiliation came to an end, her name would be known
in every household in The State. It wasn't at all what she'd been
promised when she'd come to the final series of interviews three months
earlier.
"A unique blend of physical and mental challenges," was the way it had
been sold to her. Unique was the right word; nothing like this had ever
been seen on Television before.
The doors to the Interview Room were thrown open precisely twenty
minutes later, and the audience flooded in. The nubile Jennifer had
been tastefully displayed in a standing position on a mobile metal
framework in the centre of the room. A ball-gag filled her mouth and
prevented her from speaking. Her arms and legs were spread wide and
fastened to the frame, which had been designed to bend her body
slightly backwards.
Not only did it have the effect of lifting and spreading her breasts,
it also highlighted her dark-haired pussy, opening it up to the
pitiless gaze of the camera lenses that focussed in on it right away.
Jennifer Korynas was one helpless bitch, highly desirable and ripe for
the violent fuckings that were heading her way.
Her full breasts had been given the "ice" treatment while she was being
prepared. The resultant goose bumps were plain for all to see, and her
swollen nipples stood high and proud on her chest. And after the photo
shoot came the touching, though actually, mauling might have been a
more accurate description. On the whole, the assembled media obeyed
their instructions pretty well, though to this day there are still many
who claim to have slipped an unseen finger into Jennifer's cunt as she
hung helplessly on her frame.
Twenty minutes after the doors had been opened, the audience were
ushered out again. Jennifer was wheeled from the courthouse set, along
half a mile of corridors, and out onto the main set. In a short while
she would be released, and encouraged to eat and drink before her
coming ordeal. She was a fit and healthy young woman, but she was going
to need every bit of her strength to cope with the sheer savagery of
what she'd soon be facing.
In three hours time, the credits would roll, the music would play and
the first instalment of "Rule of Law" would go out on the network.
Fifteen minutes later, Jennifer Korynas would be raped for the first
time. Like the judge had said, it would be a unique televisual
experience for everyone concerned.
The atmosphere in the production studio was electric from the moment
they wheeled Jennifer through the doors, still spreadeagled on her
display frame. They let her stay that way for some time, allowing the
crew plenty of opportunity to have a good look, and touch, before
finally releasing her. It was weird; from that moment on, nobody seemed
to take any notice of her, apart from the two courthouse goons who'd
been given the job of escorting her everywhere. Suddenly they were the epitomy of
politeness itself and kept addressing her as Miss Korynas, as though
she was some sort of film star.
They handed her a simple cotton shift, which did little to preserve her
dignity. Pale blue in colour, it had a floral pattern to it and was far
too short, revealing her ass cheeks to the world every time she moved.
In the end though it served its purpose well enough, giving her some
privacy while they sat her down in a corner of the studio and organised
her something to eat and drink.
The production team fussed around them, discussing details like camera
angles, positions and timings that meant little to Jennifer. The
producer himself hardly spoke to her at all. He seemed almost
embarrassed, and relayed his requirements through the goons as though
she were one of the props rather than the focus of the programme.
"Just make sure she's standing on the patch of grass under the
goalposts ten minutes into the show," he told them for the seventh time
that evening. "We'll be live and I don't want to be chasing her round
the studio at the last minute. I'll have too many other things on my
mind by then."
The goons nodded; to be honest, they were slightly pissed off. They'd
just learnt that it was two of the Raiders all-star line-backers who'd
been given the privilege of raping the girl first. "Tear the shift
from her body," they'd been told, "one of you get between her legs, and
fuck her brains out." Then they could switch positions and the little
bitch could be fucked a second time. The instructions were necessarily
simple, even a couple of linebackers should be capable of carrying them
out without the need for a retake.
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Given the circumstances, Jennifer seemed surprisingly calm about it
all, though there was a good explanation for that. The producer had
been lying to her from the start. Even as she sat in the corner
polishing off her mushroom omelette, she was still convinced that she
was only playing a part; that the so-called "trial" had been staged for
the cameras.
This blissful state of ignorance would continue right up to the second
when the first linebacker's nine inches of iron hard cock smashed
headlong into her cervix.
By then it would be far too late for Jennifer to change her mind, she'd
be in for the full six months.
The schedule for tonight's opening programme suggested that the
audience would be well entertained. Jennifer was due to be raped four
times. Once each by the linebackers, and then by the celebrity of the
week, the drug crazed rock singer Torquemada. To close out the
programme she'd be fucked for a fourth time; by a randomly selected
member of the audience, a man by the name of Herbert Thomas.
Actually, the choice wasn't as random as it first appeared. Herbert
Thomas had been booked for the programme since mid November, largely
because of the enormous size of his sexual organ. It was a fearsome
weapon that would have even the linebackers gasping in admiration when
he finally rammed it into Jennifer's waiting hole. By the time this
opening programme was over, she'd feel as though someone had driven a
horse and cart up her cunt at a flat out gallop.
But if nothing else, one of her dreams was about to be fulfilled, the
illusional dream of fame. In a matter of hours the battered and painful
cunt of Jennifer Korynas would be the most famous sex organ ever to
appear on State T.V. and Jennifer herself would be well on her way to
fulfilling her celebrity dream.
As seven o'clock approached, she began to feel the tension and
excitement on set, even if she didn't fully appreciate the reason
behind it. In fact she was more troubled by the fact that she was still
wearing that same cotton shift. Only three weeks earlier, she'd been
measured for a stunning gown, only it had never been intended that the
gown would be made up.
"Don't worry about it Miss Korynas," the goons kept telling her. "You've
got plenty of time to get changed, you're not due onstage until the
second part of the show."
In the end her nerves got the better of her. She could hear the growing
murmur of the audience somewhere in the studio, and she wanted to be
changed in good time.
"Take me to my dressing room," she stamped her foot in a petty display
of frustration and, after a short delay the goons agreed. They were
halfway across the empty set when the producer appeared and called the
goons across to him.
"Just wait there a moment would you Miss Korynas?", He said. "I need to
give them some last minute changes to your schedule. It shouldn't take
more than a minute or two."
A couple of minutes was all they needed. Jennifer was left standing in
the middle of the floor, hands on hips, with a sour expression on her
face. She looked around, it seemed to be a football pitch, goalposts
and imitation grass, and a couple of benches off to one side. When she
looked back at the producer and the goons, there didn't seem to be a
great deal of talking going on. In fact they seemed to be watching her
a little too closely for her peace of mind.
Almost unnoticed, every camera in the studio was being swung slowly in
her direction. Across to her right she noticed two guys strolling
across the set behind her. Big guys, young and fit, dressed casually in
expensive slacks and matching Armani shirts. From the size of them,
they could almost have been football players she thought as her
attention drifted back to the producer. He was still watching her, and
in a nearby sound studio one of the show hosts was winding up his
introduction. The clock was fast approaching 19:15, and the signal was
given.
As the men changed direction and picked up speed, two large stage doors
slid quietly back to reveal the expectant audience. Over the rising
sound of anticipation, the recorded voice of the judge sounded
mockingly in her ears.
Jennifer Korynas, you are about to be sexually abused for a period of
not less than six months. Your punishment will commence immediately and
be recorded for daily transmission on The State media networks. There
will be no appeal against this sentence.
The two men stopped, one on either side of her, and smiled down at
their prey as she backed away from them. The look in her eyes was a
mixture of fear and panic as a huge hand seized her shoulder and ripped
the flimsy cotton shift from her body in one quick movement. The roar
of the audience sounded loud in her ears as her hands moved up and down
in a vain effort to conceal her sexuality. But the words being chanted
by the audience left her in no doubt that she'd been betrayed.
They were howling their encouragement from the moment they realised
Jennifer's moment of truth had arrived. "Fuck her," they were
screaming, in blind response to the huge prompt screens set up on
either side of the studio. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her", And my god,
didn't they do just that.
...continues in "Rule of Law" ch.2 - click here to continue...
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