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DUE PROCESS

An Illakia story by Bronte Parrish and Dominica Potestas


CHAPTER I

Lady Tess Elliott was in shock.  She could barely remember how she had gotten from the court room to the carriage of the armoured transport train that was taking her to her new life. She realized now, too late, that she had been in denial for the past week.  She had assumed - had been so sure - that her father, Lord Elliott, would provide a lawyer for her defence when the day of her trial arrived.  In fact, he had been too ashamed to even reply to her desperate messages. Politically, he had been publicly embarrassed by her arrest; but these things happened. It was all very unfortunate, but wayward daughters occurred even in the best families.  However, for him to support her in any way would have been political suicide.  His position as a member of the Council of Lords was precarious, and to challenge the courts to defend Tess' name would have just extended the scandal.  Better for him, she now realized, simply to abandon her to her fate and accept the polite sympathy of his peers than to draw any kind of attention to a daughter who had become a liability.

Tess' pale face burned as she remembered the shocking verdict, delivered by the judge after a trial lasting just seven minutes.  Guilty of heresy, lesbian rape, consumption of alcohol and public lewdness.

Her punishment: lifetime imprisonment and hard labour as a sub-human.

What was so infuriating about all of this was that she was innocent. Well, no, it was true she had kissed her friend Sally, who had immediately reported her, and falsely claimed she had been raped. It was true that she had shocked everyone at Sally's birthday party by stumbling around like a drunk and - she cringed at the memory - flashed her pert, perfect breasts to the assembled guests, shouted obscenities about the Emperor, just prior to the Imperial Police arriving. But she had not drunk any alcohol. All she had drunk after arriving at the party was a soda handed to her by Sally's hateful younger brother William. The thirteen year old, who she usually delighted in teasing, had walked over to her as soon as she had arrived and handed her the soda in a long glass with ice. She had thought at the time that he was trying to be nice to her, but now she realized that he must have spiked her drink with something. Perhaps he had reported her teasing to one of his many older brothers, and they had supplied him with some of the inhibition reducing drugs that could be bought on the black market for just such a purpose - exposing a young girl to the full force of the law to teach her her place. She had heard gossip about such things, but dismissed it as an urban myth. How wrong can you be?   

It was only two months since her own eighteenth birthday party. Handsome young men had swarmed around her, the gorgeous redheaded daughter of a prominent diplomat at the Imperial Court. She had had her pick of suitors. Now that life was over. She suppressed a sob. No one would hear it, and if they did they wouldn't care. 

The transport train had been winding its way through the baking heat for hours, tracking steadily north-west from Grand City. She was still wearing the thin pink party dress she had worn to Sally's a week ago, which was now soaked through with sweat.  The judge had spared her, and her father, the humiliation of having to strip in court which is usually afforded to newly-made sub-humans.  Her red hair fell messily around her shoulders as she peered out the tiny grilled window. The further they got from her home, the bleaker the landscape seemed, at least to her. 

She sat back. What was it the judge had said? Everything after "...Guilty" had been lost in a blur of panic; but she now recalled the words "Hard labour" and also something else. Something like, "in light of her crimes involving lesbianism, the Custodial Division is to pay particular attention to her sexual development...lest the perversion develops."  She tried not to think about what that would entail. Being in denial was her only comfort. 

After a while she became aware of the train slowing down, and then within minutes it was drawing to a stop at a small but well maintained station bustling with activity as the train drew in. A large sign overhead said `WESTBEACH'. No sooner had the train completely stopped than a muscular young Custodial guard yanked open the door of the carriage and marched over to her. She drank in the first fresh air she had been exposed to in over a day. The young man had a crew cut and a perfectly pressed uniform. She cowered back in her seat as he approached, but he seemed to ignore her and instead plucked a folder from a docket next to her bench; which she had noticed the White Division officers placing there before abandoning her for the ride.

"Only one today; sub-human formerly known as Lady Tess Elliott, 18, red hair, five foot six; blah, blah, blah," he muttered under his breath. His eyebrows rose sharply as he continued to scan the document. "Virgin, no punishments applied so far... guilty of lesbianism, tut-tut..." He finished with the document and looked at her for the first time. His voice was cold. "OK, dyke. Let's move." He uncuffed her from the bench and dragged her to her feet, then recuffed her hands behind her back and thrust her ahead of him out of the carriage. Jumping down to the platform awkwardly she only had moment to take in the large number of topless girls wearing snug bikini bottoms, clearly slaves owned by the rail company, who were loading and unloading the train of various supplies under supervision before the guard pushed her onward, gripping her arm fiercely. They swept out of the station where a small utilitarian horse drawn wagon awaited, its driver idly watching some of the slaves with an ugly leer on his old face.

"Only one today, Tom" said her guard to the driver, yanking open the wagon's door and pushing Tess inside. He handed the White Division file up to the older man "After you've delivered her you can go home. That's where I'm going now - my shift's over and I gotta punish my table slave before dinner. She spilt some soup yesterday so I'm gonna try out my new cattle prod." The old driver grunted disapprovingly before replying in a rural accent. 

"Never used these new fangled cattle prods in my day, Freddie. A good hard mouth rape and face slapping is best for something like careless table waiting. Still, she`s your slave - I won't tell you your business."  The guard's patient smile suggested this kind of banter was normal. He slammed the wagon door shut, locking Tess inside and then banged twice on the side to signal the driver to proceed. With a start the wagon rattled forward over the rough dusty road, Tess bouncing around uncomfortably inside.

The wagon was even more uncomfortable than the train; it was horribly hot, with only a small barred window providing a shaft of light and a small rough wooden bench for Tess to sit on. After about twenty minutes it slowed to a stop and she heard the driver jump down. She listened intently for any other sounds but could hear nothing else. Suddenly the door was thrown open and the driver - Tom, the guard had called him - dragged her out. She was startled to see that they were not at their final destination but rather parked under a tree in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. She could see no one else in the fields around.

"Alright, slut; time to pay your fare." He dragged her over to a bench shaded by the tree's foliage, where he sat down and drank deeply from a flask. He stank of whiskey, Tess realized. She stood awkwardly in front of him in her pink party dress, still cuffed, confused. He tucked away the flask inside his jacket and then, with shocking casualness undid his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. She looked away from his cock which sprang to attention. "Use your mouth," he said simply.

Tess blushed furiously. "I certainly won't. This, this must be illegal. I will tell your supervisor..." She was cut off as he suddenly stood and slapped her face hard. She gasped in pain and almost fell. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees. His hands then grabbed her curly red hair, pulling her face roughly towards his filthy member. "Use your mouth," he muttered again.

With a shudder, and still smarting from the slap, Tess opened her mouth. Her mind was a whirling storm of panic and revulsion. Tom sighed as his hard cock slid inside her mouth. His grip on her hair tightened. "Suck it," he ordered, jerking his hips forward as she closed her lips over it and started to suck his long, foul member. She felt it slide right to the back of her throat, almost making her gag. Tears ran down her cheeks. He face-fucked her steadily for almost ten minutes, only pausing briefly to warn her to use her tongue more and suck harder. Her knees, jaw and scalp all ached by the time he withdrew his member and pointed it at her face, ordering her to close her mouth and look into his eyes. She did so, staring up at his cruel visage as he jerked himself off to a climax with his fist, and his thick gooey spunk suddenly shot out and over her perfect, blushing face. He moaned with satisfaction as she knelt before him, unable to wipe off the disgusting slime that covered her. She sobbed in disgust as he pulled his trousers up.

"That certainly was not illegal. You're sub-human now, you have no rights. All the guards can do anything to you. Fringe benefits, I call it."  As he said this he pulled her to her feet, then grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it up to use as a towel to clean her face roughly. Doing this exposed the lower half of her body, her slim legs topped by a pair of tight pink cotton panties.

"Nice," he leered before allowing her dress to fall back down.  "Let's go. Lots of nice folks like me to meet at Westbeach Island Life Detention Centre!"  With that she was shoved back into the wagon and sealed inside. 

She sat in the back, numbly trying to cope with what had just happened for another ten minutes or so as they rattled down the road.  Then the wagon stopped, and then creeped very slowly onto a new surface.  Tess got up gingerly and looked out of the small window.  All she could see was sea, and the coast of the mainland getting further away.  Clearly the wagon had boarded a boat, and was being transported to Westbeach Island itself.

The boat journey lasted a short while, and then she felt the boat stop rocking and the wagon begin to move of its own steam again.  Then she heard voices, and the wagon slowed for a moment as she detected the sound of a heavy gate swinging open and then loudly shut behind them.  As the wagon entered through the gates of the prison island, Tess again sneaked a look out of the bars. 

Outside, the monotonous landscape was suddenly broken by a huge field of upturned earth that stretched seemingly for miles.  Spread across it in their hundreds were topless and nude women, all wielding hoes, pick axes and other faming equipment, furiously working the soil.  Moving amongst them on horseback were dozens of Custodial Division guards, their arms rising and falling as they studiously whipped their charges.  Tess could hear the agonized squeals of the whipped and the cracking of the whips themselves.  As the scene glided past her window, she was stunned to see a plough being dragged through the rough soil by a team of six naked girls surely no older than Tess herself; their thighs and buttocks being caned carefully by some CD guards who strolled alongside armed with lengths of bamboo. Yet more women were unloading bags of seeds from a wagon to one side of the field, and Tess could see one of the bags had spilled its contents.  Beside it, a young dark haired girl stood nude and to attention with her hands behind her head, large breasts thrust out as a guard caned them with professional efficiency. Livid red stripes covered the girl's tits, and her face was a picture of agony as she struggled to hold position for her punishment.  

Tess sat down fearful.  Was this to be her fate?  She couldn't even imagine such horror lasting for a lifetime.  Suddenly the wagon stopped.  The door was yanked open and another muscular guard dragged her out. Bewildered, she looked around a high walled courtyard - or perhaps exercise yard - as the guard thanked Tom and accepted the White Division folder from him. She winced as he gripped her arm and led her towards the imposing main building, through a door with INDUCTION stencilled on it. She could hear Tom rattling away in his wagon.

Inside was a cool, clinical room that smelt of disinfectant. There was a medical examination table and next to it a small cupboard. The floor and walls were covered with bright white tiles. As the guard uncuffed her, a small bespectacled man in a doctor's coat entered from another door, and the guard passed him her file. He looked at her with professional attention before speaking.

"My name is Dr. Luther Arbogast. You will now be inducted. Follow my instructions carefully or it will go badly for you. Remove all your clothes and jewellery and place them in this paper sack." Tess blushed furiously, but something about the man's chilly demeanour and the guard's imposing presence made her obey.  First she took off all her earrings, an eighteenth birthday present from her mother, and her necklace, which had been her grandmothers.  Then she slowly peeled off the party dress as the guard watched with a smirk on his face, but Dr Arbogast was busy reviewing her file. Now wearing just her pink bra and panties as well as her shoes, she slowly stuffed the soiled dress into the paper sack, playing for time. "The rest of your clothes off." The shoes came off next, and then she had no alternative - she unclipped her bra and slipped it off, revealing her pert tits to the guard. Then she slowly pushed down her panties and placed them with the rest of her old life in the paper sack which she held in front of her. These clothes would be sold on at auction, like all her other possessions.

Dr Arbogast finished with her file and glanced up at her.  "You're too modest. Pass the sack to the guard, then stand to attention with your hands behind your head."  Blushing from head to toe, Tess did so, and both the guard and the doctor looked her over carefully - the guard lustfully, the doctor with clinical dispassion. The doctor examined her small triangle of dark reddish pubic hair closely.  "Now turn 180 degrees," he said, and Tess did so. The guard let out a low whistle at her perfect, heart shaped ass.

"Turn back around. Let's begin with the depilatory, officer," said Arbogast, and the guard nodded; then went and took some rubber gloves out of the cupboard, and then a large tub with a sealed plastic lid. He snapped the gloves on, and then removed the lid. The contents had such a sharp smell that she winced. "Hold position," warned the doctor as the guard knelt in front of her and began to roughly smear the white contents of the tub over her legs and then her crotch. She gasped as the cream began to burn sharply, and began to wiggle away; but a warning look from the doctor held her still.

"This cream will remove all hair from your body, effectively forever. I acknowledge that it is uncomfortable, but understand you have no choice."  By now the guard had finished and stood up. Tess' legs and pussy burned agonisingly. She struggled to hold position.

"Officer, while we wait we might as well do the enema," the Arbogast said now, and removing his rubber gloves the guard shoved Tess over to the table. "Lie face down. Good girl. My, that ass of yours is quite something."  With efficient moves the guard tied her wrists and then ankles to the hard cold table with leather restraints. Her lower half continued to burn - surely it must be damaging her skin? But she had no time to consider this Arbogast appeared at the head of the table where she could see him. He held a thin plastic tube with a slim silver nozzle at the end.  "This will also feel uncomfortable, but it is required."  With that he moved lower down the table, and she suddenly felt the cool hardness of the nozzle probe between her buttocks. She screamed in fright and wriggled, but was stopped by a stinging slap to her ass, and then another. "Really, I don't recommend struggling. Lie still and think of the Emperor," he said and again pushed the nozzle into her ass, deep and painful. Craning her head over her shoulder she could see him attaching the other end of the hose to a small faucet attached to the bed, and then moments later felt a searing hot liquid gush into her bowels. "This will only take a few moments. The liquid you feel inside you is my own recipe, incidentally.  She squirmed in agony, her legs and pussy burning, her insides being scalded by whatever was being forced into her with incredible pressure. She gasped.

"Take it out, take it out, please! Aaargh! Please!"  But the doctor proceeded at his own pace.  Turning the controls next to the faucet carefully, he watched as she now felt a painfully suction inside her as everything was sucked out, at least sparing her the agony that the liquid caused. After a few more moments she felt him remove the nozzle from her ass.

With equal efficiency, she suddenly released and turned over, so that she was face up.  She looked on aghast as her hands were bound above her head on the table, and then her legs, and then a thick leather strap across her chest and upper thighs, so that so could not move an inch.  She grunted and tried to struggle, but she couldn't.  And then, to her horror, she saw the guard produce a fearsome looking instrument.  Tess was too sheltered to know what a tattoo gun looked like, as of course tattoos were only ever worn by sub-humans.  But now she was sub-human, and she was about to be given her identification tattoo.

"AD42," the doctor said to the guard, reading from the notes.  The guard nodded and leant over Tess's prone body.  Tess looked on in shock as the large needle penetrated her belly, on the right hand side of her navel.  She screamed out, but the guard carried on inking her belly regardless so that, ten minutes later, her number, her new name, was indelibly marked on her body.

Then suddenly the sadistic doctor produced a fierce looking needle.  It was mercilessly thrust into her womb.

"This injection will sterilize you for life," the doctor said.  Tess looked down as her chances of motherhood, her womanhood, was ripped from her casually.

"I think we can clean her up now officer."  With that, the guard removed her restraints and pulled her to her feet, woozy and still in pain from the horrific substance covering her legs and crotch. She was dragged into the large next room. The floor was slippery and wet and she noticed that the tiled floor had a drain built into it. The guard shoved her up against one wall just as the doctor followed them into the room, thoughtfully updating her file. The guard swung open a large wall mounted cupboard to reveal a huge water hose coiled inside. "Full pressure at just above freezing, officer, as usual" said Arbogast, and Tess barely had time to scream in protest before the guard blasted her with icy water, knocking her down. Sadistically playing the water over her body, the guard blasted away the rest of the cream from her body with the icy water that chilled her to the bone. She felt she was drowning, every breath cheated from her by the incredible pressure of the water. After what seemed like an age, the pressure lessened. She struggled to her feet, shivering and numb. She watched as the guard approached and shackled her wrists. Arbogast ticked off a box on her file and walked over.

"That is your induction over, Tess. You will now meet the captain of your landing to discuss your future here in Westbeach. I urge you to listen carefully. However, you and I will be meeting on a regular basis so that you can receive treatment for your latent lesbianism. I know of several promising treatments that will help you serve your male masters more enthusiastically."  Tess was shivering too badly to protest that she wasn't a lesbian, that all of this was a mistake. With a cold smile the doctor watched as she was led out a new door to meet the captain.

To be continued...   
 
