Maragana Girl
Copyright 2004 by EC
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(warnings: judicial corporal punishment, forced public nudity, sex between adults, 
references to drug use, references to violence)

Chapter 3 – Kim's new life

Kim sullenly accompanied her Spokesman and his secretary across the plaza back 
to his office at the Central Police Station. Her body still was in considerable pain, 
not only from the searing welts, but also from her cramped muscles. The 
American walked stiffly and slowly, with Dukov and Tatiana slowing their own 
pace to allow her to keep up with them. The plaza was crowded with commuters 
and people relaxing in the afternoon sun. Kim, with her bare body, Asian features, 
metal collar, and marked backside, drew a lot of attention from the public as she 
walked by. They've turned me into a freak, she thought bitterly. And for two years 
I have to stay like this.

On the steps of the police station Dukov gave several short interviews to local 
television reporters, with Kim and the secretary standing behind him. His client 
felt deep bitterness at that moment, being forced to stand on the steps while the 
Spokesman cheerfully spoke to the cameras. The Spokesman was in very high 
spirits, having reduced his client's threatened 20-year sentence to just 2-years. 
Kim still did not fully appreciate how difficult an accomplishment this had been. 
She did not yet realize the reduction of her sentence by 90% in this very high-
profile case had been one of the most significant victories of Dukov's career.

As the young criminal painfully followed Dukov up the steps, the cameras 
focused on her backside, filming the dark welts on her bottom and shoulders.

Finally the three were back in the Spokesman's office. The secretary who had 
stayed behind at the office had a recovery table set up; a massage table with lotion 
and disinfectant. Kim's body was stiffer than ever, and she was grateful for the 
opportunity to simply lie down. The secretary at the recovery table examined her 
to make sure her skin had not been broken anywhere, then she gently spread 
lotion on the welts to soften them. It was standard procedure following a judicial 
punishment. Six months from now Kim once again would be lying in this office 
following her second punishment.

Kim had no desire to move once she was on the table. Even the slightest 
movement hurt. The pain and stiffness were so overwhelming that she could 
barely imagine a time that she didn't feel such agony. She started to cry again, not 
only from the physical torment she was enduring, but also from the emotional 
suffering she had undergone that day and the overwhelming feeling that her life 
was ruined. She couldn't imagine that there could be any future for her after what 
she had endured. However, physical exhaustion finally overtook her and she fell 
asleep.

Kim did have a future in Upper Danubia, which Dukov spent the rest of the 
afternoon arranging. His first concern was making sure his client had a job. The 
court was dead serious about her needing to be gainfully employed within 48 
hours. Kim would most definitely present a problem, given that she spoke no 
Danubian. Over time she would learn, but that did not resolve the issue of the 
moment.

Dukov decided that the best temporary position his new client could take would 
be to work as a courier. In a country where fax machines were still very rare, 
couriers were an important feature of Danubian business communications. 
Working as a courier would put Kim outdoors most of the time and keep her 
moving. Dukov suspected that the young criminal was a restless girl and needed 
movement to stay focused. At the end of September, when the weather started to 
get cold, she would have to change jobs and do something indoors, but that 
problem was still three months away.

Kim needed a place to live as well. A convicted criminal in Upper Danubia 
usually simply returned to live with his or her family. Kim, of course, had no 
relatives in Danube City, nor anyone else with whom she could live. Dukov had 
to get her a room, but that presented him with another problem. He knew from his 
professional experience that his client would be extremely depressed over the next 
few days, until she got used to her new life as a convicted criminal. That 
transition was difficult for anyone; with Kim it would be even more so because 
she had to get used to living in Danube City as well as get used to her new legal 
status. She had to live with someone who could watch over her, and yet leave her 
alone when necessary.

Finally, there was the issue of Kim's forfeited life in the US. Dukov needed to 
contact the US Embassy and arrange an interview with her. She needed to contact 
her parents and let them know that she would not be coming home for two years. 
Whatever college plans she had would have to wait. Dukov wondered if the 
hardest part of Kim's punishment was yet to come, having to explain to everyone 
in the US what happened.

Dukov spent the afternoon on the phone, first calling the US Embassy. The 
Spokesman had a rather unpleasant conversation with a consular official, who 
ripped into him about the barbarity of Upper Danubia's justice system. Dukov was 
a bit taken aback, given that he was the equivalent of a public defense attorney in 
the US and by Danubian standards he had successfully defended Kim in court. 
Finally his temper snapped. 

"You will listen to me now. I have been to your country. I have seen your jails. 
You choose to keep your criminals in useless confinement and your useless 
system does not work. Its failure is evident for all of us to see plainly. We conduct 
very speedy trials and return our criminals to society right away. They work, they 
contribute, they lead productive lives, they learn respect, and they do not re-
offend. What is your preference, that Kimberly spend two years in a prison cell, 
or that she spend two years working?"

Dukov then called his brother Victor Dukov, who ran a courier service. Kim had 
to be trained and learn her way about the 10-kilometer circle in which she would 
be delivering messages. Dukov spent over an hour discussing the details with his 
brother. 

Finally there was the issue of where Kim would live. Until she learned how to 
speak Danubian, the only workable solution would be for her to stay with Dukov 
and his family. Anyhow, it was getting late and Dukov needed to go home, and 
take his client with him. He woke her up.

"Kimberly, you will come with me. Tonight you will dine with my family and 
sleep at my house."

Once again Kim sadly accompanied her Spokesman out onto the street. Once 
again she had to contend with the constant barrage of curious glances. The sight 
of a naked young woman with welts on her backside and a collar on her neck 
normally was not something that drew an extraordinary amount of attention from 
passers-by. However, the site of a naked young Asian woman with welts on her 
backside and a collar on her neck was something completely new. Along the 
street, at the trolley stop, and on the trolley itself local residents shifted around 
and strained their necks to get a better view of Kim’s badly marked body.

At first Kim looked at the ground to avoid the sight of all her on-lookers. 
However, when Dukov noticed what she was doing he admonished her. 
"Kimberly, you must keep your head up. You must show your face to the world. 
A convicted criminal in this country is not allowed to hide her face."

Sadly Kim complied and lifted her head. She had to ride to Dukov's place 
standing up, even though there were several empty seats on the trolley. Criminals 
could use public transportation for free, but they were not allowed to occupy a 
seat. Dukov, realizing how difficult all this was for his client, chose to stand next 
to her.

The commute took the Spokesman and his client to the outer edge of the Danube 
City collar-zone and almost into the countryside. Dukov's house was about the 
size of an average US tract home, but it was solidly made from cinderblocks and 
polished wooden paneling. It overlooked a beautiful valley of mixed forests and 
pastures, one of the places Kim and her friends had hoped to visit. However, a 
yellow sign, visible along the street only a block past Dukov's house, reminded 
her that valley was now off limits.

Dukov and Kim entered his house. She went to the kitchen and looked out the 
window, curious to see the back yard. The yard was small and enclosed with a 
wall, as were most back yards of Danubian houses. Danubians valued their 
privacy and no proper house lacked an enclosed back yard. Two teenaged girls 
were sunbathing nude and giggling together over a pop-music magazine. Dukov 
called out to one the girls, asking her a question. The girl heaved a deep sigh and 
answered "Negat, Papa.". With that both girls got up, put on sun dresses, and 
began packing up the things scattered in the yard. 

"My daughter, Anyia. You see, she needed to start preparing our meal, and she 
neglected to do so. Teenagers are the same everywhere, is that not so?"

The girl's carefree behavior struck at Kim's soul. Just a short while ago she had 
been in high school, doing roughly the same thing with Tiffany and Susan. 

As Anyia began cleaning and cutting vegetables in the kitchen, Dukov instructed 
Kim to go into the main bathroom and get cleaned up. She sadly sat in the bathtub 
as the rest of Dukov's family returned home and he explained the situation of his 
new house-guest.

An hour later the young criminal was eating dinner with her Spokesman and his 
family. Dukov's family was about as typical as a Danubian family could be. 
Besides the teenaged daughter, he had an older son called Vladik who had just 
graduated from the National Police Academy. Dukov's wife, a sharply-dressed 
professional woman who introduced herself as Maritza, also was present, as was 
Vladik’s fiancé. Throughout the dinner Anyia and the fiancé constantly glanced at 
Kim, not being able to hide their curiosity about the first Asian woman and the 
first person from the US to ever eat at their table.

As the women cleaned up and his son attended to his revolver and police uniform, 
Dukov called Kim to accompany him to his home library. The library was full of 
books in various languages and had two large very comfortable chairs. There 
were various pictures of Dukov and his family around the room, but one in 
particular struck Kim. That picture was the reason Dukov had brought her into the 
library.

It was a medium sized picture of the Spokesman, much younger than he was now, 
standing arm-in-arm with his future wife. Both Dukov and his fiancé were naked, 
and both were wearing collars. Beneath the picture two open collars hung on the 
wall. 

Kim gasped.  "Mr. Dukov…you…?"

"Yes, Kimberly. I wore the collar for five years, as did my wife Maritza. We keep 
this picture to remind ourselves, and our children, of who we are and where we 
came from. I brought you here so that you can understand something very 
important. Your life has not ended. Nor has it been suspended for two years. On 
this date, two years from now, you will be a free woman, but you cannot think 
about that too much; you cannot live in the future. Between now and then you 
must live from day to day and enjoy life's momentary small pleasures. That was 
how Maritza and I endured our sentences, and how we found love in each other."

Kim wondered what Dukov and his wife had done to be convicted as criminals, 
but she decided not to ask. Dukov had not volunteered that information. Out of 
respect for her Spokesman she decided not to pursue the question.

Kim slept deeply that night. She did not wake up until 10:00 the following 
morning. Her body was unbelievably stiff and the pain from her welts was still 
very much present. She would have a very hard time sitting normally for at least 
another day. Kim looked at herself in the guest bedroom mirror. The welts had 
darkened and looked ugly.

The house was completely silent. Apparently everyone had left for work. Kim 
looked around and finally went to the kitchen, where she peeked out the window 
and saw Anyia asleep nude on a towel in the back yard. As much as she hated 
doing it, she forced herself to wake up the girl and ask her where her father was. 
As Kim had feared, Anyia was none too pleasant about having been woken up. 
She gave a disgusted sigh, walked into the kitchen to retrieve a note and a 
Danubian-English dictionary, passed both items to Kim, and then plopped back 
down on her towel. 

Kim couldn't say anything; a couple of years before she had been just as rude.

Dukov's note told Kim to ask Anyia to prepare breakfast for her and then gave 
instructions for taking a trolley downtown. She got her own breakfast, having no 
desire to bother the sullen girl on the towel a second time. Then she stepped 
outside to face the world alone as a Danubian convicted criminal. She carried the 
dictionary with her and walked up the hill to the trolley stop. 

Yet again Kim had to endure all those stares as she rode the trolley into town. She 
wished she could sit down and cover her welts from her audience, but of course 
that was impossible due to the rule against criminals taking any seats on public 
transportation. She arrived at the Central Police Station and again endured the 
barrage of stares as she went up to Dukov's office. By now it was after 11:00. 
Dukov's two secretaries were in the front room. Upon seeing Kim enter, one of 
them immediately ushered her back to Dukov's main office. Dukov got right to 
the point. There were three problems she needed to resolve that day: find work, 
call her parents, and figure out where she was going to live. 

The work issue was the most pressing, given that by the end of the next day Kim 
had to be employed. Dukov suggested the courier job with his brother. She 
agreed, really having no choice. Upon getting Kim's agreement Dukov took her to 
an old office building three kilometers away to meet Victor Dukov. 

Victor Dukov spoke much less English then did his brother Vladim, but he still 
could make himself understood to Kim. She learned what her working life would 
be like over the next several months. She would be working with four other 
couriers, all of whom were recent high school graduates. One was close to 
completing a year-long sentence of wearing a collar for fighting at his school, but 
the other three were just average graduates. Victor issued his newest employee a 
cheap Danubian-made bicycle and handed her three terry-cloth bicycle seat covers 
designed especially for naked riders. He emphasized that she had to change her 
seat cover every day as a health precaution. Another item Kim was issued was a 
pair of bright orange courier shoes to protect her feet. Criminals who worked as 
couriers were expected to wear standard courier shoes while riding their bicycles, 
but had to take them off when not riding. Once she was outfitted with her seat 
covers and shoes, the two brothers filled out some papers and then Victor gave 
Kim her first assignment as a courier:

"You take this document of work to judge who sentenced you yesterday. You 
retrieve his signature. You take this paper with signature to office of my brother. 
You leave paper there with him. Then you return here with bicycle and receipt 
from my brother. And remember, you are criminal in court. You act like criminal. 
You show respect to judge."

Kim sighed. Her new boss did not seem all that friendly, and certainly had no 
qualms about putting her in her place.

Kim set out on her bicycle on her first assignment as a courier. As she eased 
herself on her bicycle seat her body protested in pain. However, she gritted her 
teeth and began peddling, merging into a cluster of other bicyclists headed in the 
direction of the city's main plaza. 

As she cruised among the other commuters on her cheap bicycle, with her welts 
throbbing against the seat and the collar's feel on her neck as a constant reminder 
that she was no longer a free woman, Kim had a chance to reflect on her life. It 
was the first time in a while she had thought about anything other than partying 
and where Tiffany could score the best pot. All that was now behind her now. 
Tiffany was no longer her friend, there was no pot to be had in Danube City, and 
Kim doubted there would be any partying in her life for two years. She couldn't 
imagine this quiet city having much of a nightlife, and certainly not for someone 
like her.

Kim's first regret was simple and rather strange, considering all the other 
problems she faced. She wished that she could have her mountain bike from the 
US with her. The mountain bike had been a gift for her 16th birthday, but she 
probably had not ridden it more than 10 times altogether. Now that she would be 
spending her days on a bicycle, she wished fervently it could have been her own, 
the gift from her parents she never appreciated.

Kim's thoughts drifted to more urgent topics. She still needed to tell her parents 
and her sister what happened. She realized that she had so much to tell them. She 
had no idea where to begin. First, they had not been aware that Kim was using 
marijuana. That information alone would be a terrible shock to them. Once they 
knew she was in Danube City they would want to see her, but how could they? 
Kim's family was very conservative and no member of Lee family had ever seen 
any other member undressed. If her family were to visit they would have a 
horrible shock, seeing her naked in public with a metal collar on her neck. And 
yet, at the very least her sister would come to Danube City, and would see her. 
The full shame of Kim's situation would descend on the entire family, which, of 
course, was exactly the reason why she was being punished in this manner by the 
Danubian government.

Kim now regretted not having respected her family more in high school, and not 
having listened more to her parents. She had done all kinds of things behind their 
backs; lied, stolen, cheated on her classwork in her private school, played her 
sister and her parents against each other, and sacrificed everything at home to 
spend more time with Tiffany and Susan. She had always told herself that she had 
to treat her family badly, because Tiffany and Susan were the only people in the 
world who understood her. And yet…and yet, when she needed her friends to 
stand up for her, they instead betrayed her. What a waste…what a total waste!

Kim's bitterness towards Tiffany was only now starting to build. The shock from 
Tiffany's betrayal was giving way to an intense hatred. Because of Tiffany and 
Susan, Kim had been facing a 20-year sentence with monthly whippings for drug 
trafficking. She had only avoided the maximum charges thanks to the dedication 
of a complete stranger, not thanks to two people she had known for over five 
years. She now understood and could appreciate what Spokesman Vladim Dukov 
had done for her. Thanks to Tiffany, Kim faced losing 20 years of her life. Thanks 
to Dukov, 18 of those years had been given back to her.

It was true that Tiffany had panicked, but Kim was convinced had the situation 
been reversed she would not have turned on Tiffany, and also was convinced that 
Susan would not have turned on her had it not been for Tiffany's insistence. It was 
only natural that she should now hate Tiffany and disrespect Susan, but she also 
realized that she had to keep those feelings under control or they would consume 
her soul and force her to do something stupid upon being released and returning to 
the United States.

Kim looked around her. People were still staring at her, although now that she 
was on a bicycle with a courier's package and wearing courier's shoes, a lot of the 
mystery about this young Asian was resolved. People now saw her as simply 
another criminal who had been punished and was serving a sentence. The 
punishment of foreigners in Upper Danubia was not very common, but it 
happened occasionally. The only thing that really made Criminal # 98945 stand 
out from the others was that she was not European.

Kim parked her bicycle in the couriers' area of the courthouse. She winced as she 
dismounted. As instructed by Dukov's brother, she took off her courier's shoes 
and hung them on the handlebars before going in. She went upstairs to the judge's 
office and knelt at the secretary's desk, holding the papers out in front of her. With 
a very heavy English accent she repeated the phrase she had memorized: "Tutik 
ya mauk listok derjavnik na htre," which was Danubian for "I have an official 
document for the judge." 

The secretary called the judge to come out. Kim handed him the paperwork and 
put her head to the carpet. The judge looked over the paperwork. Ordinarily he 
would have asked the criminal a couple of questions about her employment, but in 
this case he had no means of communicating with her. He simply signed and 
replied "Doc-doc." With that Kim got up, left the courthouse, and returned to her 
bicycle, having completed the first portion of her first assignment.

Kim returned to the Central Police Station and climbed the two flights of stairs to 
get to Dukov's office. She needed to deliver the judge's signature to her 
Spokesman, but she also needed to talk to someone. Fortunately Dukov was 
working on case files, so he had some time to talk to his client about her new life 
and her feelings. She started by talking at length about her building hatred of 
Tiffany and her concern over what that could lead to after her release. 

"Kimberly, for someone who is only 18, I think you understand the issues of your 
life quite clearly. You are aware of the dangers that await you, and I do not blame 
you for hating your friend. She betrayed you. Who would not hate under such 
circumstances? But the question you must ask yourself is how you plan to live 
from today. You can obsess yourself with what you cannot change, or you can 
place your thoughts on becoming a better person. This is your chance to change 
your life…today…this moment. Is it not?"

"I want to change, Mr…uh… Spokesman Dukov, I want to do things right from 
now on…not like before." 

"Only you can make such a decision, Kimberly. Only you can make that change."

Kim paused, and thought about her next words. She realized she had overlooked 
something important. "And…Spokesman Dukov…I…I need to thank you for 
what you did for me yesterday…in court…I mean…really thank you. 20 years…It 
was gonna be 20 years…and you got me two…"

"That was nothing, Kimberly. It was my responsibility to you as your Spokesman, 
nothing more."

Kim nodded and choked back some tears. After a few minutes Dukov spoke 
again. 

"Kimberly, it is time you call your family and explain to them what happened. 
That is your chance to redeem your relationship with them. You wish to thank 
me…you can do so by making things right with your family. That is the first 
request I make of everyone who comes through my office. Now I make that 
request of you."

Dukov dialed Kim's home in the US and passed the phone to her. Her older sister 
picked up the phone at the other end, which made beginning her task slightly 
easier, but not by much. As Kim expected, her family members were devastated 
once she laid out her situation. However, she was determined to come clean with 
other things in her life that she had done wrong, and made several very difficult 
confessions. They talked for well over an hour, in the most truthful conversation 
Kim ever had with her family. Everyone was in tears when she hung up, but now 
it was over. The thing she had most dreaded, having to tell her family about her 
drug use and her conviction, now was past her. As soon as she managed to wipe 
away the tears, Dukov spoke to her.

"You still have an obligation to my brother before you leave work today. Return 
my confirmation ticket and your bicycle to his office. Then return to my office 
and I will take you back to my home. I will wait for you to return."

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The following Sunday night Kim watched her own trial and punishment on 
television.

Danube City averaged about 18 trials per week that resulted in corporal 
punishments. The average ratio of male offenders to female offenders was about 2 
to 1. Crimes that required corporal punishments included stealing, fraud, public 
drunkenness, public drug use, drug possession, being at fault in any type of 
accident that resulted in an injury, vandalism, deliberately inflicting injury on 
another person, and "insurrection", a crime that covered any act of defiance 
against the police or public officials. Other crimes in which corporal punishment 
could be inflicted included "crimes of disrespect", an example being the 
accusation against Kim of disrespecting the land behind the Temple of the 
Ancients. (Upper Danubia also had a system of capital punishment for murder, 
rape, child molestation, organized crime, arson, and in times of military conflict, 
treason. However the capital court system was completely separate from the 
corporal court system and operated under totally different rules.)

Upper Danubia's unique justice system had one strange side effect on the 
country's society. Every Sunday night, the government television station 
broadcast several hours of highlights from the week's trials and judicial corporal 
punishments, complete with commentary. Almost everyone in the country 
watched the broadcasts, which were a holdover from times when criminals were 
publicly switched in Danube City's main plaza. As the city's population expanded 
after World War II, public viewing of the switchings in the plaza became 
impractical due to the large crowds. The solution was to televise the punishments 
instead.

Danubians loved to watch the punishments and debate among themselves the 
merits of the cases and the charges brought against the offenders. They also were 
curious to see how brave each offender was, how quickly he or she started to 
scream or cry during a switching. How much air-time the network gave any 
particular case depended on how many cases there were that week, how 
interesting a particular case was, whether the defendant was likeable, and the 
seriousness of the offense. Since most of the administrators at the television 
station were men, female criminals could expect to have their punishments, and 
sometimes even their trials, broadcast in their entirely. Besides, most of the public 
agreed that crimes committed by women were more interesting than crimes 
committed by men.

The case of Criminal # 98945 received prominent feature the Sunday night 
following her punishment. That was not a surprise to anyone, given that Kim was 
a foreigner, she was the first Asian woman ever punished in Upper Danubia, and 
because of the circumstances that led to the most serious charges being dropped. 
Spokesman Dukov's rebuttal of the prosecutor was aired in its entirety prior to the 
broadcast of Kim's sentencing and her punishment.

The guest room in Dukov's house where Kim was sleeping had its own TV, and 
that night she excused herself to watch herself be punished. She expected to be 
mortified and horribly embarrassed by the broadcast, but she was not. She found 
it fascinating to see herself filmed on the criminal's stand, legs and arms spread 
under the bright lights. She began lightly touching her breasts and stomach when 
she saw herself strapped to the table. 

By the time the switching began on TV, Kim was sitting in her easy chair with her 
legs spread wide open, teasing her clitoris. Seeing herself spread, her bottom and 
vagina completely exposed to the camera, and seeing the cops' hands rub her 
welt-covered bottom-cheeks, excited her in a way that she could never have 
previously imagined. It made no sense. During the punishment itself sexual desire 
was the farthest thing from Kim's mind, and yet, seeing herself suffer on TV 
aroused her almost uncontrollably. She was totally wet and experienced orgasm 
after orgasm as she moved one hand, and then both, over and over her soaked 
vagina. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, as she listened to herself 
scream on TV. Her breath came in irregular gasps and she started moaning, biting 
her lip and rocking back and forth. Suddenly she was filled with an overwhelming 
desire to be once again strapped to that table. She wanted to have those two cops 
fondle and caress her. She wanted to be helpless, to be fully exposed, and waiting 
for the pain. She wanted her suffering and her pleasure to be prominently featured 
in front of Upper Danubia, in front of all Europe, in front of the entire world.

Kim went to her hands and knees on the floor. She spread her legs wide and thrust 
her bottom up, enjoying the feel of the room's cool air between her legs. She went 
down on her knees and chest, freeing her hands to fondle herself, to explore her 
vagina and her exposed bottom-hole. The fantasy came back stronger than 
ever…she badly wanted those two cops to explore, to probe, to caress, to fondle 
her…there. She came yet again.

Kim was gasping for breath as she lay on the floor and watched herself on TV 
standing behind Dukov on the National Police Station's steps. On the screen the 
Spokesman was cheerfully explaining his strategy for forcing the reduction of 
Criminal # 98945's sentence in a post-punishment interview. 

Slowly the spell lifted and Kim returned to her senses. The room reeked of 
orgasm. She opened the window as wide as possible to air out the room and then 
dashed to the adjacent bathroom to clean off before anyone could smell her. 

She sat in the bathtub, wondering what on earth had just happened. She had 
enjoyed the best series of orgasms of her life, as she watched herself being 
publicly humiliated and horribly switched on television. She felt ashamed that 
something like that could possibly have excited her. She had learned something 
about herself a few minutes ago, something that she really had not wanted to 
know. She was terrified of the dark secret in her soul, a secret that had just forced 
itself to the surface.

