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From: Miles Vorkosigan <jh1440@my-deja.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Re:  The Strict Disciplinarian (M+/M, rape, humiliation)
Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2001 12:10:02 -0500
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Let me start by thanking the author, Mother Kali, for
writing this story. When I read this story, it effected
me deeply. I found the writing to be very good, and the
structure of the story was designed.

I was very troubled by this story. While I understand
the sentiment, this type of scenario is just too
dangerous, with almost no safeguards. This is very
powerful medicine that is being played with, and the
consequences of a wrong outcome could be disastrous.

This story kept running around in my head, and what
resulted is the following alternate ending. Please
note that I have had no contact with the author of
the original story (Mother Kali). I apologize in
advance if the author doesn't like my taking this
liberty with their tale. I just felt I had to post
it.

The same warnings as the original story apply. The original
story can be found on Deja.com.

******

Alternate ending to The Strict Disciplinarian


"Hey, boy, you don't think you're done, do you?" one
of the cons who hadn't yet taken his turn asked Jason.

The boy lay in a heap on the floor where his last
rapists had discarded him. He whimpered pitifully. The
inmates all laughed.

"Lord, no," the con said. " 'Cause I haven't had my go
at your pussy yet, and I'm feeling *really* horny
after watching you fuck all these other guys. So shake
that cute little ass of yours and get on over here."

The boy didn't move. He just kept making forlorn
little noises of distress.

The con barked, "Now!"

Jason jolted with alarm.

"Or do I have to come over there and start getting
rough?" the con asked, menacingly.

The boy cried. There were tremors in his arms and
legs, from shock and pain. He was too tired to stand.
But there was a look in his eyes that the sheriff
recognized: total defeat. The boy didn't bother
calling out for help anymore. He knew by now that no
one was coming. He realized that he was going to be
raped until they got tired of him, that if he didn't
do exactly what they wanted they might very well do
even more unspeakable things to him. Still, he didn't
move.

"I guess rough it is," the con muttered, and walked over
to the boy. He grabbed him and pulled him up to a kneeling
position. "First, I guess you can suck my dick, to get me
all nice and hard. Remember, if I feel teeth, I'll beat
you bloody."

Jason looked up at the con's face, and the sheriff didn't
like the look in the boy's eyes. It wasn't fear or resignation
anymore, it was anger. But he opened his mouth and started to
take the offered cock into his mouth, so the sheriff relaxed.
It always seemed to work the same way. After a while, they
were completely broken.

The scream from the con startled everyone.

"Fuck! Let go, you bastard! Let go! Oh, fuck!" the con screamed,
and started beating Jason on the head. Jason appeared to be
trying to bite the con's prick off. He had clenched down and was
shaking his head, pulling at the con's manhood.

The sheriff pressed the intercom button connecting him to the
control room, and shouted, "Go get him, right now! Put him in
isolation until we get this sorted out!"  The deputy was at the
cell door in less than 60 seconds.

Just as the door was unlocked and opened, Jason fell away from
the con, finally dazed by the con's fists. The con grabbed his
crotch and fell to his knees, still yelling, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
The god damn bitch!..."

The deputy grabbed the naked boy from behind by the arms, and
pulled him out of the holding cell. Another deputy, just arriving,
grabbed a first aid kit from the wall and went into the cell to
see to the injured con.

Jason was dragged, limp, down the hall and into one of the
isolation cells. This cell had a solid door and no windows, just
a small closable observation port at eye level. The deputy dragged
the boy into the cell, dumped him on the cot inside, and closed
the door. Then, he went back to the holding cell to back up the
other officer.

By this time, the sheriff was in the holding cell. He and the
deputy looked at the con's privates. His cock was bleeding from
several toothmarks, but it didn't look too bad. The deputy was
cleaning the wound with alcohol. The cuts looked too small to
need stitches, and it was wrapped up in gauze.

The sheriff looked at the con, and decided to try to salvage the
situation. "Well, you don't look too bad, but since you were
injured in custody, you have the right to go to the hospital.
Now, if you demand that, we have to document this incident. If
not, well, I don't think that any of us saw much of anything.
What do you want to do?"

The con, finally calmed down somewhat, but still in obvious
pain, looked at the sheriff, and then to the deputy, who were
both staring back at him. Finally, he said, "No, I don't need
the hospital. Can I just have something for the pain?".

The deputy reached into the first aid kit, and withdrew a couple
of pills. Handing them to the con, he said, "Here, this is
aspirin with a little codeine, it should take care of it."

The sheriff said, "This is a one-time deal here. From now on,
it's just aspirin." The con swallowed the pills in one gulp.

*Well, that's taken care of, at least.* the sheriff thought. He
wasn't looking forward to the next interview.

He walked out of the holding cell, followed by the deputies, and
the door was secured. They walked down the hall and around the
corner to the isolation cell. The sheriff said, "Ok, you get him,
get him dressed, and then bring him to my office. We'll try to
do this the same way as usual."

He then turned and started to walk to his office as the deputy
opened the cell. He hadn't gone ten paces when he heard the
deputy yell, "Oh, shit!"

Racing back to the cell, he rounded the corner and stared into
a nightmare. There was blood everywhere. Jason was lying on the
floor in a pool of blood, and more was spewing from his wrist.

The deputy came out of the shock first, and ran into the cell.
He grabbed the boy's wrist, and applied pressure to the wound.
The sheriff yelled at the other deputy, "Run call for a bus!",
and went into the cell to assist the deputy. He checked for a
neck pulse, and found one, but it was very faint. *Oh shit!*
he thought, silently agreeing with the deputy...

*********

The ER supervisor finally came over to talk with the Sheriff.
"Well, the good news is that he'll live. It was very close,
another few minutes would have done it. We were able to
repair the wrists..."

"Both wrists?" the sheriff interrupted.

"Yeah, only one was serious, but he tried to do the other one
as well."

"How did he do it? There wasn't any weapon, and that cell
doesn't have anything sharp in it."

"It's the weirdest thing. It looks like he chewed his wrists
open. He will probably have one hell of an infection. I've
never seen a suicide attempt like this one. This kid is
seriously messed up. I guess I don't blame him, considering...",
the ER doc trailed off.

"What do you mean?" the sheriff said, cautiously.

"I mean the rape. We ran a full rape kit after we found out that
he had semen dripping from his anus. It looked at first like it
was consensual, as there was lubricant used, but the bruises on
his arms and legs are consistent with being held by several
people, and there was semen from more than one individual. There
also appears to be an abrasion on the back of his throat which
is consistent with oral copulation."

It seemed that the sheriff kept having the same thought, *Oh
Shit!*...

The ER doc continued, "He is non-responsive now, but he was
fighting earlier. Hasn't said a word since he came in. He is in
restraints and under watch right now. This kid is going to need
a lot of work before he'll be able to function, if ever,
considering his history."

The sheriff, not really listening, looked up at the last few words.
"What do you mean, his history?"

"I called his mother. She lives in Dallas. After I had told her
what was going on, she broke down, but I was able to get the name
of the kid's doctor. He faxed Jason's medical records. The kid has
been in therapy for several years. Seems that his father had been
abusing the kid since he was eleven. At the age of thirteen, the
kid killed him with a baseball bat. Given that, and what he must
have gone thru getting gang-raped, I'm not suprised that it was
too much for him."

The sheriff tasted bile...

"His uncle is on the job in Dallas. He'll be here tomorrow morning.
I'm sure he'll want to talk to you, being a cop and all." The doc
turned to look into the room, at the boy lying in 4-point leather
restraints, staring at the ceiling. "I really hope you find the
animals responsible for what happened to this kid. According to his
records, he was doing OK, but my guess is that, after this, he's
going to be a basket case for years. His life is destroyed. I'm not
normally in favor of the death penalty, but someone who would
intentionally put this kid thru what they did, I'll make an
exception..."


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