Synopsis: The Danish public last told patience with the youth
drinking, having sex and destroying property. So new and tuff
laws are passed in the government and this is the story about a
young man being put through the system. (13-09-2006: This is part
one only. Work is in progress.)

Author: JensenDenmark


Title: Good manners
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1. In court
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As the final of the three youngsters stood before the judge in
the courtroom they all joked loudly. The whole trail had been
influenced by their disturbing conducts.

The judge announced the conviction: “Ahmed Hussein: It is the
decision of this court that you have broken several laws
regarding normal conduct.”

“First you have evaded the draft laws of 2010. You were supposed
to undergo the first two parts of the draft program last summer
in order achieve status as adult. This has not happened.”

“Secondly several reports of you shouting foul words at girls
down at the bus station.”

“And then you forced a girl to give you blowjobs because she was
wearing a mini-skirt, which made her a prostitute in your eyes.”

“You have shown every sign of not becoming respectable citizens
in your grownup life. The court would change that. You are going
to turn 18 in a couple of month and in order to save you from
ending up in prison sooner or later for years, we are going to
send you to one of the new behaviour modification centre for a
crack course in understanding the burden of being female,
ordinary good manners and doing the parts of the draft, you were
suppose to do according to the law. Take them way.”

2. Ahmed
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Some months ago the Danish parliament became tired of the
impudent behaviour of the young people when they spoke to each
other. Words like “Bitch”, “hooker” etc. have become almost
common in every sentence and had polluted the beautiful Danish
language. In the old days young ladies have been treated with
respect. Those days had gone and the parliament wanted to do
something about it.

Almost every citizen in Denmark knew what was wrong. Sometime
back in the 60’s the intellectual elite in Denmark had it out
with the strict morale and norms that were present in Denmark at
that time. Everyone became afraid from making demands and slowly
it became clear that both youth and newcomers to the Danish
society had lost respect for the values and laws in the country.

The new law issued a zero-tolerance against rude behaviour and
cruel language between people under 18. In schools the pupils
would be put before the new students courts established in all
schools. Often the punishment would be removal of litter, weeding
out in the beds around the school or even cleaning toilets.

However, while it worked for most parts some people would not
learn. Take Ahmed for instance. He had been hanging out with
mates since he was 14. His family had stayed in Denmark for 30
years and neither his mother nor his father did speak Danish very
good. Needless to say, Ahmed was soon regarding himself as the
man in the house. His parents tried all they could to make him
stay home after one of the elderly had told his parents about him
lying toward them about the fact that it was OK and normal for
kids of his age to stay out all night. But as soon they were at
sleep he sneaked out.

Domestic corporal punishment is forbidden in Denmark and because
his parents had failed the use of alternative disciplining on him
in time, he lived a life with other kids establishing themselves
an alternative community with values of their own. After a while
he skipped school and even though the society’s response was to
cancel the child maintenance all parents in Denmark got, his
parents was not able to control him.

But then there was the incident of him and some of his mates
forcing a girl to give them blowjobs. The police arrested him and
because he was the only one that had not completed the draft
program, he could not get off by a short period in isolation
while writing an apology to the girl and a written acceptance of
guilt, wearing a chastity belt and doing community service for a
period.

So now he was his way on to one of the new behaviour modification
centres. He was a kind of nervous because exactly what was going
on there was a kind of secret.

3. Arrival in the centre
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“Step in line.”

Ahmed stood in a line of youngsters - a mix of boys and girls –
all waiting for it becoming their turn. One by one they were
called into some examination rooms. Sometime screams were heard
from inside but for the most they just called the next in. Ahmed
became more nervous. Finally it was his turn.

“Ahmed Hussein. Go to room number two!”

When he went inside two guards and a doctor greeted him.

“Take all your clothes of and lie on the table on your stomach!
Hurry!”

As he lied down the guards fastened some cuffs at his wrist and
his feet. “We want to check you for hiding drugs. Relax.”

“Where am I supposed to hide anything? I am naked”, he thought.
The he felt a pain in his behind. “Ow! It hurts. Stop!”

“Sorry. But we have to stick this tube containing a mini-camera
up in your rectum. We have seen people hiding small packages
containing drugs up there. Just relax and it would be over in
just a few minutes.”

Some seconds the pain lessened and it only took a short while
before they were satisfied. So they redrew the tube and released
him from the cuffs. Soon he was back on his feet again.

“Stand still. I am going to measuring your waist for the chastity
belt.”

“Wait a minute. Why am I going to wear a belt? I am locked up
here. I can not be with any girl.”

“In fact a large part of this program is making your understand
the relationship between male and female, so we would avoid
pregnancies and sexual transmitted diseases. Step over here. This
plastic belt with straps is for measuring only. The real belt is
made of steel covered with neoprene. If you make trouble we would
cuff you.”

They measured him and found a belt. “See, you penis goes into
this tube. Once put inside it would be painful if it become
erected so that would not happen.”

“It is too tight. I can hardly breathe!”

“No. One this program, you will be put on a tight exercise
program combined with healthy food. You will loose weight and the
waist belt would not be tight after a week. Properly it would be
necessary to change the size to a smaller during the program.”

“What about relief? It is well known that long periods of denial
would result in an increased cancer-risk. It is not fair that you
will condemn me to an illness that could be fatal.”

“You do not have to worry. We have taken precautions in order to
prevent that from happen. You are finished here. Go trough that
door so you can begin phase 1.”

4. Phase 1: Living as a girl
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a) Dressing up
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A guard accompanied him as we went down a long corridor.
“Dressing room number 8: In here!”

“Hey. This is not right. This is a dressing room for girls.”

The entire room was covered from wall to wall like a woman
clothing shop. Two matrons greeted him: “Welcome. You are Ahmed
Hussein and you have come to the right place. You are going to be
dressed as a girl for the next week. Please, cooperate or we
would restrain you.”

He began to sob. “It can not be right. This is humiliating.”

“Just as humiliating as the girls felt you teased in the street?
Just as humiliating as the girl felt you forced into giving you a
blowjob? Please to over to that bar.” As he stood under the bar,
they once again cuffed him at his wrist and feet. “Try to hold on
to the bar. Although it is suspension cuffs, it would be easier
if you hold on.” They began to raise the bar so he was pull up
and eventually he was stretched out.

“First the corset. I can see that they have measured you to 28
inches, so 24 would be fine.” They began to lace it on his
behind.

“Stop. It is too tight. You are going to cut me in half.”

But without world they ignored his protests and after a while he
could only produce a silent grunt when they pulled.

“You have to hang on for 5 minutes so the fabric can adjust
before we take it the final step.” They stepped over and drank a
cup of coffee while they waited for the time to pass. Ahmed
hanged quietly with tears running down his face.

“Let’s be done.” They continued to pull. A couple of time he
passed out but the guards revived him with smelling salt every
time. Finally they were satisfied with the result and lowered him
to the floor.

“Now for the rest of the underwear. Here is a pair of pants.”

Ahmed dressed and lets his hands feel the surface of the corset.
It felt strange and he could not bend over with pain in his lower
stomach.

“Here is a dress. I will give you a helping hand with the zip in
the back.” It was an all pink dress reaching down to her knees.

“Then there are the pink knee-high stockings and matching shoes.
When you are done it is over to our hairdresser and the photo
shoot.”

Ahmed followed the guard out of the office. He had his head down.
Never in his life had he felt so low. Him dressed up as a girl,
was almost too much. When they came to the hairdresser he was
ordered into a chair and once again they put on some restraints.
“We are going to give you some hair extensions. We cannot give
you rats' tails without adding a little length. When we are done
with your hair, it is time for your makeup. During this week you
will be able to do it yourself, so pay attention.”

“You must be kidding. I would never put makeup on by myself. You
must be dreaming. It would never happen.”

“We will see. It will happen. You will do it by your own will.
Just wait and see.”

After a while the hairdresser announced. “We are done. Look in
the mirror.”

Ahmed looked and almost lost his jaw. They have turned him into a
girl. He began to cry.

“Don’t cry. It would ruin your makeup. Now I would release you
and show how we would except you to follow orders.”

As he stood up a guard came with a belt with a black box on.
“What is that?”

“Wait and see. You have properly noticed that the fabric in the
back of the corset feels a little stiffer and different than the
rest of the corset. That is because small and tiny threads of
conductive metal had been weaved into the corset just outside the
kidney area. Also in your dress there are holes in the back to we
can connect wires to the conductive area. These wires we connect
to the box. The name of the device is called Graduated Electronic
Decelerator also called GED.”

“Back in the 1990s the now famous Judge Rotenberg Educational
centre in Massachusetts started to threat wrong behaviour of
children with mild symptoms of autism, ADHD and emotional
problems with electrical shock. This treatment had shown to be
successful in adjusting almost every kind of bad behaviour and we
in Denmark have also copied it. This unit delivers 45-milliamp
shocks for 2 seconds. It would send you to the floor and I would
recommend that you behave. Do not test us. We would not hesitate
to use it. All rooms are monitored and the device has an alarm
that would inform us if you try to remove it. Now it is in place
and activated. We would need a photo of you to put on the
control, so we by mistake don’t activate the wrong control. Stand
still.”

The guard took a photo and then it was time for Ahmed to leave
for his room.

b) Tugging in
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“Here are you room. You have your own toilet. Please notice that
the door does not have a lock. It is not necessary because it is
monitored and the hallway has a detector that tells us if someone
is moving around.”

“Over here is your bed. Bedtime is 9 p.m. and we expect you to
stand with your face against the wall at that time when the guard
enters the room in order to help you with the dress. Here is a
typical program of the day of the first week.”

6 a.m.: The alarms sounds. Leave your bed and face the wall. A
guard would be around and release your from the sleeping belt and
the gloves. Then we expect you to wash and use the toilet.
7 a.m.: Breakfast in your room. A tray would be placed in front
of the door.
8 a.m.: Teaching in manners and ordinary housekeeping.
11 a.m.: Makeup course
12 a.m.: Lunch in your room
1 p.m.: Teaching elementary school syllabus adjusted to those
needs you have according to the information we have received from
your former school.
6 p.m.: Dinner in your room.
7 p.m.: Free time until 9 p.m., which you should spend in your
room working on an apology to your parents for your behaviour.

“I do not owe anything to my parents.”

“You don’t know exactly how well-treated you have been. Those
nice parents don’t deserve a son like you. But you would wish
that you would have listen to them. Sit down and eat your dinner.
I would be back at 9.p.m. I would except you to stand facing the
wall as instructed or….” He pointed at the control-box in his
belt.

Ahmed ate his dinner quietly. This place was horrible. They had
dressed him up as a girl. He had to sit down if he wanted to
urinate. It was so shameful.

He turned on the computer. A welcome message said that the only
program installed was a word processor with an email function and
there was no Internet access. However emails had to been sent to
the office, which would send them to their destination.

He wrote a small letter to his parents. It was simple:

“Get my lawyer! They mistreat me here. They are abusive and it is
inhuman. Please help me.”

After he had written his letter he sat and look at the wall until
a sound signalled that it was time to face the wall.

A guard came in and helped him undress and put a leather belt
around his waist. Then he was told to take on two leather gloves
on, which were attached to the belt. Now he would be unable to
fiddle with the corset. It was time to sleep.

c) Disobedience
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After a day of the humiliating program, a guard called for him.
“Ahmed. We have a special task for you. As a part of the
punishment you are going to experience a part of the ordeal you
have put your victim through. Come with me.”
He was led into a room. “What is that?”

“That is an computerized artificial penis and scrotum. It is made
out of latex with a sensors placed all over it. Your task is to
give it a blowjob like you forced that poor girl too. Because we
are nice you are allowed to pull a condom over it. What flavour
would you prefer? Chocolate or strawberries?”

“I wont do it!”

“I did not hear you”

“I wont …” A shock send him to the floor. “You zapped me!” It
felt like being kicked in the kidneys. It seemed like going on
forever. Lying on the floor he cried out. “It hurts.”

“I did not hear you”

“I wont …” A second shock made him lying convulsing on the floor.

“I did not hear you”

“Strawberry flavour!” he sobbed.

“Here. Tease it so the erection would make the condom be pulled
over it and start your blowjob. You seem out of practice. By the
end of this week you have to make it come in two minutes or next
week would be the same as this week.”

He began to suck after having fitted the condom and it tasted
awful. Strawberry flavour – where?

“Try to touch the area just behind the scrotum. Did the poor girl
not teach you anything? What a sissy you are.”

Tears began to roll down his check. It was noticed.

“Why are you sorry? You seems to think that it must be wonderful
for the women to do it to you.”

Finally the computer decided that his job was fulfilled and a
warm liquid appeared inside the condom.

“Good job. Perhaps you can develop into a good cocksucker after
all. Don’t you feel lucky that is was only a blowjob you forced
the poor girl into doing.”?

d) Milking
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The first week was almost over. If he passed the test tomorrow
then he would move onto phase 2. The doctor approached him and
called for him.

“Ahmed. It has been about 6 days since you arrived here. Because
you have the big exam tomorrow we have decided that you get
relief today. We would not expose you to the risk of getting
prostate cancer. Come with me.”

As they went into an examination room he was told to undress and
stand in his corset and chastity belt only.

“Sit down on this chair.” It was a strange chair. There was a
kind of hole in the chair. As he sat they strapped him with
leather straps at his wrist, his feet and over his chest.

“When am I going to get the belt off?”

“You are not”

“But how can I get relief then. My penis is locked up. I need to
get release. I can’t stand it anymore. Please!”

“Just wait and see. But we can not have you shouting during the
process.”

Quickly he produced a ball-gag and shoved it into Ahmed’s mouth.
Ahmed tried to protest but the gag only let out mumbled sounds.
The doctor moved behind the chair and suddenly Ahmed had a reason
to protest even more. Something was pushed against his sphincter.


“Relax, it is a special device called aneros or generally known
as a prostate massager. I am going to insert it in your rectum
and provoke your prostate into releasing the semen. I would not
be unpleasant once it happens. However, it can hurt a little
while it is inserted.”

The doctor began to work with the massager and due to the long
time of denial, it only took a minute before Ahmed came. It was a
huge disappointment. It only felt like peeing slowly. Ahmed
cried. Before he got arrested he used to yank it off several
times a week and he had missed it so much. Even as he was
released he continued to sob.

“Cheer up. Lets get over and choose the clothes for the exam
tomorrow. Your task is to walk through a neighbourhood somewhere
in Denmark dressed as a girl so you first hand can experience how
they feel when youngster like you bully and insult them.”


e) Exam part 1 – walking in domestic surroundings
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When he woke he was a kind of worried. The clothes they had
chosen for him would make him look like a hooker. First there
were the High-heels, which he had to walk around in the cell for
hours in order to avoid tripping in them. Then there was the
miniskirt. In fact, so short that it was difficult to hide the
chastity belt. Artificial breasts and the corset laced all it
could, made him look like a cheap tart. His hair have been
coloured so it now was blond.

With difficulties he made it into his clothes and staggered a
little around in order to adjust the use of the shoes.

“Come on. You are going to walk two routes in your hometown. The
first route is from the local bus station to your parent’s block.
However, you are not going to visit them but you will continue
down past the public school and through the football field to the
sports centre, where we will pick you up and drive you to the
starting point of route number two.”

“No. You cannot make me do that. I would get laughed at and I
could be recognized. I won’t!”

“I did not hear you.” The guard opened the box for the remote
control.

Ahmed sunk his head. “I will comply.”

“You should not be nervous about being recognized. We have redone
your hair and with exaggerate use of makeup you should hardly be
recognized if you don’t speak. Come now. If you fail it would be
another week just like the last one before you have a second
chance to pass the test.”

After having given Ahmed the final touch with makeup and
hairstyle, they drove of to his hometown. He stood out at the bus
station and began to walk to his previous home. He thought about
his former friends “Please. Do be at work.” But in his heart he
knew that they like him self had not done a single day of hard
work in their life. He began to sweat as he continued his
staggered walk on high heels. Damn foundation! It used to consist
of paving stones but they have often used some of the stone to
through them at the police and fire brigade whenever they had
errands in this part of the town. Now the footpath was more dirt
than paving stones and that made it difficult for him to walk.

“Hey. Look at that tart!” It was Epu – a little guy about 12
years old. Some of his friend soon joined him. “May we squeeze
those melons?”

Oh – why had they chosen a D-cup? He tried to feminize his voice
the best he could. “Fuck off!”

But they did not let him go. They grabbed his arm and suddenly
there were five of them. They dragged him into the bushes and
forced him down on his back. One of them pulled his trousers of.
“What is that?” They looked in disbelief as they saw the chastity
belt. One of then noticed a bit of his scrotum at sticking out.
“He is a male. Who are you? No one shall make fun of us. We would
kick your ass 14 days into next week.”

“Stop. I am Ahmed. I am forced to walk around like this. Don’t
hurt me. Leave quickly they are monitoring me from a distance.”

“Ahmed !!!? It cannot be true. You are no sissy. Why have you let
them do this to you? Why did you not resist.”

“I have some kind of electric shock device attached to my body.
The same would happen to you if you don’t get going. Leave now!!”

Just as they stood like frozen, looking at the bizarre sight, but
then they got the meaning of his word and began to run. But it
was too late.

“Stop or we would tase you!” It was two police officers.

In recent year it had become clear that the police force could
not rely on the use of guns only. Lack of training and an old
fashion way of stopping criminals had resulted in the shooting of
people that properly could have been arrested without a fatal
result. Back in 2006 a murderer had been driven by one of his
mates and the police got them selves placed so the officers felt
as they were in danger and had to shoot. More than 20 shots fired
from two guns ended the driver’s life. The criticisms lead to the
introductions of tasers as an alternative to the use of guns.

The boys stopped at once. The first officer came forward. “We did
not mean that you should stop all of you. Now we cannot have fun.
I have almost been to long since I used it last time. Even tough,
it was fun to through tear gas into a kindergarten at Christiania
a taser fired over a wall into the same kindergarten also can
result in fun. I have been looking forward to shock you for a
long time regardless the cause.”

The boys remained still. Some of them wet their pants. They knew
that they still were at risk of being shocked after they have
been handcuffed. On Youtube the police forces all over the world
had their own competition with home videos of how funny people
being tasered could look.

The guard from the centre came and helped Ahmed on his feet. “You
have to dissociate from this unfortunate event. The exam is still
on and in fact this episode was expected as a part of your
therapy. If you would like a minute to adjust your makeup it is
OK, but then it is on the move again.”

Ahmed continued his walk. Soon he was at his parent’s doorstep.
Just as he passed the front door, his mother and sister came out.
They hardly noticed him first.

The contrast of tartly looking women and Muslim women totally
covered was very normal in this neighbourhood. His sister should
not even have been at home. His parents had arranged her marriage
for long time, but it could never be. News laws had increased the
claim for funds needed for settling in Denmark. Only Bill Gates
would be a new citizen after the last adjustment. So his parents
were stuck with his sister and both parties seemed to be happy
with that arrangement.

But after some 20 meters you could almost see a lightning
striking the women. They both turned and look after Ahmed as he
continued almost running to his destination. Then they turned
their faces against each other for a minute, but they shuck their
heads and continued.

When he was passing the bushes at the football field, his little
brother bike passed him. He did not dare to turn his head but
looked straight ahead. He heard a voice after a minute. “Ahmed.
Is that you?”

“Yes. But you don’t say it to anyone. I would ring your neck if
you do. I am forced to do this or I would be electrocuted. What
are you doing anyway? You should be in school.”

“I am playing truant like you used to. I want to tough like you.”

“Do I look tough? Get you little sissy ass right over in school
now or you will end up like me. Go now! And not a single word, do
you understand?”

His brother biked away very obvious very disturbed about this
meeting.

Finally he came to the sports centre. When he entered the van, he
asked “Where now?”

f) Exam part II – finer neighbourhood and rehabilitation
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“You next assignment is to walk from this street and down along
the wood to a large white house with the number 187 on it. You
will go in there and receive the rest of your assignment. Go on.”
As he left the van, he could see that he close to the beach. It
was a totally other part of the town. Large houses with well-kept
gardens dominated the sight. It was easier to walk here in those
damn high-heels but he could feel that he had got blisters so his
feet hurt.

Finally he arrived at the house. “Miss. Jensen Convalescence
Centre” the nameplate said.

A nurse greeted him.  “Come in. We were expecting you. Miss.
Hussein. Take a seat in that office.”

They pronounced him as Miss. not Mister. They were making jokes
of him. He sat and waited for 5 minutes - then the nurse
returned.

“Stand up and face the wall! They have sent over the control to
your GED and if you make problems it would be activated. Hands on
your back!”

He felt some leather being pull over his arms. “What is that?”

“It is an arm binder. Stand still. I would fastens those straps
going over your shoulder and lace it tight.”

“It is tight. My arms are beginning to sleep.”

“Yes. But the task you are going to do requires that your arms be
tied down. Look how it makes your breast stand out. Come with
me.”

They got up the stairs and went into a room. A girl sat in a bed
with her back towards the door.

“Sarah. Look! See who is coming to see you.”

As she turned, he recognized her. It was the girl they had forced
into doing blowjobs. As their eyes met, he saw the fear in her
eyes. Even though, he was dressed up as a girl in the most
bizarre way, she still saw the molester that had humiliated her
that day.

“Sarah! Calm down. He cannot do anything to you. He is here for
two reasons:”

“First as part of the punishment of violent people, it is the law
that a confrontation between victim and assailant has to be
arranged. He is restraint in order to even out the psychological
balance between you. He is going to apologize for his actions and
you would also gain from it.”

“That brings us to the second part. Him being here and doing a
favour for you would contribute to your therapy. Men scare you
and in order to restore your ability to involve yourself in a
relationship some day in the future, Ahmed is going to help.
Ahmed. Down on your knees.”

“Can I get some help? It is difficult in those high heels with my
arms bound.”

“Sure. Here you are. Sarah! Open that bag that came yesterday and
take the equipment on.”

Sarah did as told. It was a strap-on dildo.

“Sarah! Move in front of Ahmed. Command Ahmed to lick the dildo
just as he commanded you.”

“Ahmed. Lick it.” Sarah sounded hesitant but she trusted the
nurse.

With tears building up in his eyes, he licked it like he had done
in training. First Sarah also was at the edge of crying, but then
she saw how Ahmed felt and soon she began to feel in control. She
pushed the dildo down his throat making him gag.

“Ease up a little. The purpose is not to strangle him.”

Sarah slowly began to smile. The nurse was a little surprise.
Sarah had not smiled since she was admitted. The therapy program
was good for her.

“Sarah. How do you feel by making him serve you?”

“I feel like a human again. They had made me feel like a fuck toy
instead of a human being. Now I understand a little of their
power trip. This turns me on. I hadn’t a relationship since the
mugging. I was a little active regarding the sexual thing and I
need to cum.”

“That can easily be arranged. By a fact I can remove the steel
plate for the anus hole in his chastity belt so you can access
it.”

“Is he wearing a chastity belt?”

“Yes it is a part of his punishment. All male violent offenders
are wearing a chastity belt until they have completed an anger
management course and if the crime also involved a sexual act
until the court decides that they no longer are a treat to
society. In the last case it could take years. I will remove the
steel plate. All his sucking must have lubricated the dildo
sufficient. Ahmed! Stand up and bend over that table.”

“I wont do it. We only forced her into giving us a blowjob. We
did not get the chance to fuck her.”

“You leave me no choice.” She gave a signal up to a video camera
at the wall; he didn’t noticed when he went into the room. He
immediately felt it like sticking his finger into an electrical
socket for two seconds. The tingling continued after the current
was turned off.

“You zapped me!!”

“It was the opinion of the centre that the only reason you did
not rape Sarah was because the police turned up in the last
minute. You WILL bend over. You WILL allowed her access to your
sissy cunt or you WILL suffer a shock more.”

Sobbing he bend over the table. The nurse took out a leather
strap and fastened his body to the table. His bed was also
fastened.

“Sarah! Come over here. Let him lick your strap-on dildo once
more. Ahmed! Your licking is all the lubrication the dildo would
get, so do your job fine or it would hurt like hell.”

Ahmed licked the dildo so good that his drool ran down on the
table.

“Sarah: Move behind him and press slow against his sphincter. We
would not hurt him for life. Ahmed: Relax – if you taut, it will
hurt a lot. Sarah: Harder!”

Ahmed began to whine. “It hurts. You are going to split me info
two!”

“Sarah: Ignore him. Press harder! Ahmed: If I had known that you
were a squeezer, I would have used your own high-heels to force
your sissy cunt open.”

Sarah continued to work on Ahmed sphincter but as a virgin it was
tight and Ahmed was tense in every muscle, so the nurse took a
tube of lubricant and smeared the content on the dildo. Sarah
tried once more. Ahmed was now crying like a little baby.
Suddenly it went in and Ahmed went quiet from the shock.

“Sarah! Move forward and back in slow strokes. Let it work the
whole way in slowly.”

Sarah followed the instruction and she worked as hard as she
could. The table began to move and the nurse had to sit on it.
Suddenly a slow flow of semen began to drip down from Ahmed’s
belt. He was milked once more. He was so humiliated. All that
pain - All that stuff of being a girl – The stress of the
constant risk of being shocked – Him having a dildo up his ass –
It became too much – He passed out.

“Oh. This is good” Sarah was close to climax. “Yes. Ohhhhh”. She
came shivering for the first time since the mugging with her body
covered from sweat. Exhausted she fell in over Ahmed lifeless
body until she caught her breath again. She noticed his semen.

“Is he a gay or something?” Sarah withdrew the dildo uncovering a
dildo with some blood on it.

“No. It is quite common that a male can be stimulated in way that
would result in prostate milking. By your action today, I would
prophesy that you have a chance for a relationship at some point.
Remember to control your man in the future so the traumatic
experience you have been put through don’t come back to you
reinforced.”

---

Ahmed woke by the guard calling his name. “Congratulation. You
have passed the test. Lets go back to the centre to discuss the
next step in your rehabilitation plan.

5. Phase 2: Performing normal draft program part one
----------------------------------------------------

a) First week: Basal aid courses
--------------------------------

Ahmed stood in the office of the behaviour camp manager.
“Congratulation. You have passed phase one as ordered by the
court. You have helped our victim in her recovering process. I
hope you have learned some of the effect your previous behaviour
had on your victims. So you should be glad about the message I
have for you now: Your days as a girl are over. Go with the guard
and he would provide proper clothes for you.”

Ahmed got his hair shaved. All male students, which were not
during phase one, must be ball. Is also got a yellow boiler suit
with “YOUTH CORRECTION INSTITUTE” labelled on it. Then he was led
to a classroom, where he should wait with other some students.

A Teacher came in and started to welcome them. “You are here
because you have eluded part one of the Danish draft program.
Some of the choices given in the program, you are excluded from
because you tried to avoid doing it. However this first three
weeks would be similar to the program, you would have gone
through it you had done it voluntary. We would start with three
courses during the first week. 1) A normal first aid course, 2) A
special first aid course and last a fire control course.”

Ahmed participated without resistance. First he still wore the
GED4. Second this was not so bad comparing with all the harshness
he had being going through in the first phase. Some parts was
even fun. He could not figure out why he had not done it
voluntary but he thought that the person he was before just did
not care of anything besides hanging out with his mates.

During the week he recognized a girl he had met time-to-time back
in his own neighbourhood. As he during one of the breaks talked
to her, he got her story. Ann as her name was had been hanging
out with a girl gang and the group had done some shoplifting as a
method of spending time. Sometime they also had jumped some gays
in the local park, taking their money.

One of they gays had turned out to be an under-cover officer and
she was tasered while she tried to run away and was brought to
the modification centre. She also wore the GED4 and had been
shocked for quite some times until she started to work with the
system instead of against it. Now she stood there in a pink
pinafore dress with rat's tail looking like a nine-year-old
schoolgirl. It had taken him some time to recognize her because
her hair colour was not her normal dark brown instead of pink.
She seemed not very happy and he felt like trying to comfort her.
It was in a way somehow strange because normally he did not care
for anyone but himself.

“How are you feeling?”

“This place is so horrible. They forced me to remove my piercings
and dyed my hair. I got to wear a chastity belt and it had been
hard because I used to satisfy myself almost every evening. I
tried to resist, but at a point I could not stand being shocked
anymore and now I am just going along like a robot. What about
you?”

“The previous phase was so horrible, that I would not speak about
it. This phase feels like relaxation.”

He hugged her and they both were on the edge of breaking into
tears, when the teacher told them to resume with their work.
By the end of the week they were together whenever they had the
possibility. Their ability to bond was not unnoticed by the staff
and reports went back to their hometown, where the authorities
had discovered a serious offence.

b) Solving a felony
-------------------

Saturday they would normally have been confined to their cells
most of the days. All the students in the centre had been
skipping schools for a long time so a part of the program was to
catch up with their schoolwork, so they would leave the facility
at the same level, as they would have been if they had attended
school like almost all other children.

But Ahmed was called to a meeting in the manager’s office. In the
hallway he met Ann and together they went into the office.

Inside the office some guards but also his parents and as it
turned out Ann’s parents was waiting. They were all sitting
quietly look down in the floor.

The manager took the word. “As a part of the investigations of
your crime, we did a house search and confiscated your computers.
On the computer we discovered that your parents long time ago had
made arrangements for you to marriage local people from your
family’s old countries. As you properly know, arrangement of
marriage for children under 18 is illegal and would result in
prison time for your parents. They would face at least 5 years in
prison both if they do not cancel this arrangement.”

“So we took the liberty of offering them a deal. If they agreed
to cancel the arrangement and let you two marriage instead just
as an extra precautions against them watching for an opportunity
to get you out of Denmark and letting the marriage be done there,
they would not end up in prison. They agreed and now we are here.
I am licensed to perform the marriage ceremony and there is no
need to delay it any further. If you do not want your parents to
go to prison it is time now. What do you say?”

Ahmed dropped his jaw. “I am not ready to marry anyone.”

Ann also shook her head. “I do not know Ahmed that well.”

The manager cut in. “Either of you did properly know who your
future husband or wife would be. As I see it you would not end
worse up if you decide to go ahead and your parents would stay
free. Why not give it a try? After some years you could always
get a divorce. And you will be freed from your chastity belts for
one night.”

“Give me some minutes with Ann in the hallway.”

“That is OK.”

They went out in the hallway.

“I feel betrayed by my parents. Of course I knew that I would end
up with a girl someday but I have always pointed out towards them
that the choice should be mine and mine only. What about you?”

“I knew that they had a guy for me. When I came to think of it,
it was the reason why I began to hand out after school. We had a
huge fight when I was forth teen and they spanked me so well that
my school discovered it and fined them. They even had a visit
every week from the social department just to ensure that I did
not kept being beaten up and the authorities confiscated my
passport. I lost respect for them and without them having
possibility to spank me, I did as I did think fit. They had
talked about me having a holiday next year in our old country and
now I understand that it was a trick to force my into a marriage
with my half retarded cousin.”

“Why don’t we marry then - just to show the old folks who is in
charge?”

“It is OK with me. But no sex tonight other than oral - Can I
trust you?”

“OK”

They returned to office and in a manner of minutes they said yes
to each other. Their parents were quite during the entire
ceremony. Just occasionally tears was seen on their mothers. When
the ceremony was over they parted with their parents. It was
clear that it had not been an easy decision for the parents to
make. Now the parents would not be able to visit their old
country because breaking up an arranged marriage is regarded
deeply shameful.

That evening when they were in Ahmed bed they hugged and they
both felt like discovering their own body now free from the belt
for the first time in many days.

Ahmed kept his promise of oral sex only. Fortunately Ann showed
her self to be an expert of handling his cock. Her gentle tongue
brought him pleasure and when she touched the skin slightly just
behind his scrotum, he came at once.

“Touchy!”

“It have been a week ago, since I got relief last time. If I work
on you now perhaps we can to it once more afterwards.”

“OK. Lie down on your back. I want to be in control.” She
positioned herself so he got her cunt just in his head.

“Start to lick. NOW!”

What a temper. But he wanted to have one more shoot later even by
the fact that he had not done this before. Sex for him had always
been about him.

“Can you not stretch your tongue more? I want you to taste my
juices.”

Ahmed did the best he could inexperienced as he was. Ann
instructed him and after a while she came with a shout. “Dig in
your tongue! Drink!  Oh. This is good.” Ahmed felt her juices
running down his cheeks.

Ahmed had to wash his face in the sink before Ann took care of
his need once more. She took his cock in his mouth and in a short
while it hardened. Soon he was brought to a climax and he was
rewarded for the second time.

When he was about to sleep he had once last comment to Ann. “The
only problem of sleeping in this place is that you know that you
eventually have to wake up in the morning.”

Ann nodded.

c) The baby
-----------

“Welcome to the second week of the draft program. Denmark largest
resource is the people living inside our country and their
ability to bear children and bringing them up. Your task this
week is to simulate pregnancy and taking care of an infant child
during it first months. We are lucky to have an equal number of
male and female so you can team up two and two. By the way:
Congratulate Ann and Ahmed. They got married this weekend.”

They students applauded them and the teams were formed. Ann and
Ahmed were of course teamed up. Then the male and female were
separated. Ahmed found himself in a gym together with the other
boy in front of an instructor. “Your task here is to undergo
physical exercises like pregnant women do. In order to make you
understand just how hard it is we have these pregnancy simulator
vests. The half of you would perform the exercise and the other
half would support as husbands do. Then you switch.”

It was hard to do cable lying leg-hip raise and crunches with the
huge vest strapped on. They all were exhausted when they were
done. “Now join your female partner. They had been learning about
smoking, alcohol and pregnancy in the meantime, while you have
exercised. They would have a hard time for the next 24 hours.
They would have to carry the vest all the time and you job is to
support them. However before you go to your cell they also must
complete the exercise program. Support them as best as you can.
You know the drill.”

After the exercise Ahmed followed Ann back to the cell. She
complained about back pain and nor sooner was they back in the
cell before he had to massage her feet. “What a relief! I don’t
get why we have to be trained in becoming a parent. I certainly
would not become pregnant. I was on the pill before I got
caught.”

“I don’t get it either. Perhaps it has something to do with the
fact a lot of girls end up as single moms, but I feel it like an
undeserved punishment. Try to sleep.”

“I would, but it is difficult with 30 pounds on your stomach.”

The next day it was time exchanging the vests into computerized
dolls. Everybody got a doll. It had a computer inside and each
doll was connected with a sender so a student could take care of
his own doll only. For the next three days they had to continue
their normal schoolwork in their cell while they random,
individually had to feet, comfort, and change diapers on the
doll. Each day they would go to the classroom where a data would
be distracted from the doll and computer printout with data of
how well the dolls “need” were met.

Needless to say the some of the dolls did show shaken-baby
syndrome. Such syndrome and coarse neglect were rewarded by an
electrical shock. Ann and Ahmed tried their best and they were
only met with minor reprimands. However, by the end of the week
Ahmed could not tell the difference between night and day,
because he by chance and got a doll programmed with colic. Now he
truly could feel exactly how hard a single mom must have it.

After they had passed the program, Ann went to see Ahmed. As they
rested in each other arms they both promised each other that
children were not on the program for many years.

d) Ending phase 2
-----------------

The last leg of the first part of the Danish draft program
sounded easy. First they had a course in conflict resolution,
which lasted a day. This course was introduced because the police
had been busy with street fights every time one of the Danish
cities had a civic festival. Also the increased traffic had
resulted in a lot of incidents involving road rage.

The last course was passing a bicycle designed for children with
an age of 12. However most of the students had not owned a
bicycle or they had lost respect for the laws. Ahmed crashed two
times and left the course scrapes on the elbow and knee.

However, his spirit had change. When he came to the centre, we
saw society as an enemy as a whole. He was reluctant from doing
any thing. Now he took on an assignment with enthusiasm. A part
of him felt pride with the tasks completed.

6. Free weekend with the family.
--------------------------------

On Friday the manager came to his cell. Ann was there too. He had
a message for Ahmed: “You do show so good result that we have
decided that you can go home for the weekend. I have sent the
local police and the court an email, so they would not arrest
you, if they stop you. However the chastity belt must stay on.
The court feels that it is still too risky to let your cock loose
in society. If you come back here on Sunday afternoon, we would
grant you a night of in your cell with Ann. She is free to travel
with you in your company. But you have to travel together. You
would both have a transmitter cuffed to your legs and a loud
alarm would go off if you go more than 10 meters from each other.
What do you say?”

“Of course we will.”

Ann and Ahmed took the bus back to his city. It was however not a
warm welcome they had when they went to see his family. His
father was angry.

“I have been told that you should have been here last week
dressed up as a sissy. Some children told their father about you
after they had been released onto community service. Your mother
did see a tart looking like you but of course they did not put
two-and-two together. Last and not least our plan with you and
marriage was destroyed because the authorities interfered. I have
most respect and my position in our society. You can stay for
coffee, but when your punishment one day is over, I would have to
ask you to leave this house.”

Ahmed became upset. “First of all that dressing up was a part of
my punishment. Don’t even think for a minute that I liked it.
Secondary I feel betrayed. At no point can I remember that it was
OK for you to choose who that is going to be my wife. As for
leaving the house, you can regard my departure as starting now.
Contact the behaviour centre and make arrangement for my stuff to
be stored somewhere in the city. As for respect in this society,
you did not have one at any point. Back in your homeland, you
could say that you had some kind of position. Here in Denmark you
are a loser that no one can respect. Why did you think my path of
the rail got started? I have only one thing to say to you and
that is goodbye.”

Then they left.

“Where to now?” Ahmed stood outside his parent’s front door.

“We could go to my family. Perhaps they are not so angry.”

Ann’s parents were a kind of relieved. In a fact they had felt
obligated to arrange the marriage to a local man under pressure
from their family. The interference of the authorities had taken
them of the hook. However, still there were problems. Even if
they accepted that the matter of a husband for their daughter was
out of their hands, they could not have Ann and Ahmed staying
there forever. It was OK for this weekend, but in the long term
they had to find another place to stay.

7. Phase 3. Pony cart service
-----------------------------

a) A new beginning
------------------

When they returned to the centre they had a long talk with the
manager. Youth homes were not exactly growing on the threes. The
manager phoned round and found a solution. It was not an easy
one.

Back when the population got tired of the anarchy regarding the
population upholding the laws, traffic offender could be ordered
to do pony cart service. People caught speeding or people, which
had cause bodily harm to others in traffic could be ordered to
serve inside the city centres. The pony cart service actually
solved two problems.

In year 2015 the traffic system broke down due to heavy traffic.
The Old Danish cities were not built to handle the intense
traffic of the twenty-first century. So the solution was simple.
No traffic by car during the day or evening. Only deliveries
could be made during the night. An army of bicycle taxis and pony
cart serviced the city centres during the day.

Both Ann and Ahmed lacked to do the second part of the Draft
program. Normally they could have chosen between being a
voluntary teacher in public school, but they would have needed
higher grades. They could also have worked in a home for elderly
or a kitchen in a shelter. But their need for a roof over their
heads meant that they only had the choice of the pony cart
service.

“I don’t like it at all. I have heard that the ponies start every
day by having an enema and a butt-plug rammed up in their behind.
I have even heard rumours of teeth removal.”

“That is correct, but a butt plug is on mandatory for offenders
and teeth removal does only apply for those who have killed
people in the traffic. Because they would usually serve for 1-3
years every day depending of how sincere they took responsibility
for their crimes, they got two of their teeth in the upper mouth
removed to make better space for the bit. You would as a part of
the draft program only serve 4 months and you will have two days
off every week. Instead of the daily enema and insertion of a
butt-plug, you would have the choice of a diaper.”

“But both Ann and I have been convicted in a court of law. We are
a offenders.”

“That is also correct. But I have spoken to the judge and your
family’s reluctance to help you being rehabilitated had meant
that he had changed his verdict so you now in fact are on
probation. That meant that we could get you an small public own
apartment where the tenancy agreement is attached to your future
job.”

“So now we have a roof over our head.”

“Yes. Only one problem remains. The judge still feels that we
need more assurance regarding your sexual behaviour before you
can go without the chastity belt and Ann are also still going to
wear her belt until she had undergone anger management therapy.”

“How can we get rid of those?”

“The judge have ruled that you can see a therapist next week and
if he decide that your behaviour pattern have changed so much
that he can make a statement of you being safe for the society,
the belt would be gone. As for Ann - Her therapy starts Monday
and if she works with the therapist, her belt would have been
gone in one or two days. Now go – instead of a Sunday relaxation
without the belt, you have a Sunday of hard work moving in your
new apartment. You can remove your GED4 and go. Here are the
address and the keys.”

Ann and Ahmed went to the address. It was a small apartment
consisting of two rooms. A firm of furniture removers came with
their stuff from their previous homes. By the end of the day they
were ready to start in their new service the next day.

As they went to bed they both were marked by a little fear of
living outside the behaviour centre. They have been shielded from
the temptations and it was scary to face them. It would be so
easy to go off rail again.

b) Pony cart training
---------------------

Monday morning they stood ready at the pony cart central. Mr.
Harris, the manager greeted them. “Please follow me. We would
measure you for your harness.”

After some hours of measuring and trying on they stood ready.
Their outfit was almost like the same:

Starting from the head they had a red latex hood on with a
ponytail of latex straps going out from the top. They had a
rubber bit in their mouth and in order to preserve their identity
they also had a blindfold over their eye with a small opening, so
they could see.

On their body they still wore their chastity belt. Then they had
a red leather bodysuit covering all their body (This part was for
use in the colder part of a year only). On the outside of the
suit their were wearing their pony harness. Basically it consist
of a wide leather waist clincher with straps going over the
shoulders and front shield of leather covering their genitals,
which would be good to wear during the summer where it was common
for the ponies not to wear the leather bodysuit. Ann harness was
slimmer and consist of more leather straps. The got an artificial
horsetail connected to their waist clincher.

Last their hands ended up on their back in an arm binder.

When they were finished an instructor leaded them out in the
yard. They would be pulling a cart as a team. It meant that they
had to corporate and understand each other body signals because
they ability to speech were very limited with the bits in their
mouth.

As they were connected to the cart by D-rings in the harness, Ann
turned towards Ahmed and said
“My arff are beginning to sleef (My arms are beginning to
sleep).”  Ann had an alarmed look in her eye and the instructor
came forward and calmed her.

“Relax. It is normal to experience difficultness regarding the
ability to talk. You don’t need to worry. It is not necessary to
talk in order to do your job. Horses don’t talk.”

An instructor took place in the cart and guided round on the
field. Although they had trained in the behaviour centre they
were puffed after 15 minutes.

The instructor took their bit out and Ahmed commented. “It is hot
and I am sweating a lot. What about water and how about moving
once bowels?”

“First of all. We have staff checking you out at the cart ranks
all over the town. Each cart is issued with a GPS-tracking device
and every time the staff give you something to drink they report
in on a palmtop, so no one dies of thirst.”

“Second, people can not order a cart outside the city centre. An
alarm would sound if the GPS shows that a cart is leaving the
area. And every time a trip is done, you are to return to the
nearest cart rank. No one can hire you directly on the street.
That is a safety measure.

“And for the moving of bowels. Most of the ponies have a butt
plug with a tail, so they only have needs to pee during the day.
The alternative is a diaper. I would recommend the last
alternative because you for now only are on contract for 4
months.”

“But our break is over. 15 minutes of more training with the cart
and then it is over to the walker for the rest of the day in
order to strengthen your endurance.”

“The walker?”

“Yes. The walker is a device where you is connected to and would
have to walk in circles lead my a leach to your harness.”

Their bits went in their mouth and they continued the training
until late in the afternoon. When they were in bed that evening,
they fell asleep almost at the same.

c) In service
-------------

It was a Wednesday in June. They had been in service for 1 month
and although it was hard physically, they felt it rewarding and
meaningful.

Everyday was exactly the same. About 6 a.m. they reported in for
the fitting of their costume and they were on the street an hour
later just in time for the rush hour. Then they serviced the
citizens until 10 a.m. where the parked their cart at a cart
rank. A staff member freed them and they had a break of 30-60
minutes depending of the temperature. Then they worked until 2
p.m. where other pony carts took the late shift.

The hardest part of pulling the cart was starting up and in fact
the cart was not driven by human force. Magnets at the axle
stored power during the trip and whenever the cart started from a
full stop a small electric motor gave the cart a small computer
controlled boost.

As they stood ready and connected with the cart after their
break, they heard familiar voices. It was Ahmed’s mother and
sister.

“Let’s take a cart to the department store. There is no reason to
overtax your legs.” His sister hurried his mother. As Ahmed
turned towards the voices he almost got a shock. His sister wore
no veil. She had makeup on and look liked almost any woman in her
early twenties.

His two family members entered their cart and they rode to the
department store. When they dismounted the cart Ahmed turned and
whistled after them shaking his head in order to make them come
closer. As they stood face to face they first asked what was the
matter and then unbuckled the bit, as they understood that his
was unable to talk with them as long as he had the bit in his
mouth.

“It is I, Ahmed”

“You. What are you doing in that outfit? Is it a part of your
punishment?”

“No - All that I am over and done with. I am doing it as a part
of the draft programme. It was our only choice because you threw
me out of your home. Say hello to Ann.” He nodded in her
direction.

“It was not my idea. Your father became so angry. Not only did
the authorities meddle in your marriage arrangement. They also
took a closer look at the situation of your siblings. In the end
he just left for his old village in his native land. I got a life
and your brother took more interest in his schoolwork by the aid
of a remedial teacher. Somehow your sentence turned out good for
the whole family. What about you after the draft programme? Would
you like to return home when the draft programme is over?”

“No. I am married to Ann and we live together as a couple. I am
not moving back home. We do not know what to do after the draft
programme is over. However, we have a final meeting with the
judge and the manager of the behaviour modification centre in 3
months in order to both evaluate the entire process and determine
some goals in our future. But for now we just concentrate about
doing our jobs.”

“Well, now you know that you are welcome for a visit. We would
really like to talk about all the things that had happened since
we saw each other the last time.”

“We will phone you. Please, buckle the bit again. I can see a
customer waiting for us at the empty cart rank.”

They continued working and in the evening they called his mother
and arranged a visit in the weekend. The next Saturday they
laughed and cried as Ahmed told them of his time in the behaviour
modification centre (He left the cock-sucking part and his
meeting Sarah out.) Also the draft programme commentated on.
Ahmed’s sister had taken an education as a health visitor. Now
they could see the purpose of it, because she told them of all
the problems parents to newborns faced.

“You told me that you were forced to wear some electrical
punishment devices. Do you not regard it as a kind of torture?”

“I a way it is. It hurt. It made you aware off your behaviour in
a fearful way. However, the alternative would have been countless
confrontations and even fights with the staff. I could have ended
up in an isolation cell or having been restraint. Seen in the
light of the alternatives an electrical shock must be lenient.”

His brother was curious. “What about the bizarre outfit you are
wearing at work? I had heard that a part of the tail is suppose
to enter your butt!”

“Yes, that is correct for some ponies. But because we only do the
pony service for 4 month we use a diaper. It is not something we
a proud of. But it is difficult to go to a toilet, when you are
hooked up to a cart.”

“Can I come over and see you dress? I am 16 next year and have to
decide in what way I would do my draft service.”

“You may. However, there is to many ways you can serve your
country. The draft programme has so many options. Our choices
were limited by our own action. By entering the programme
voluntary you can choose the kind of service which suits you
best.”

“I would still like to see you dress.”

“Your little kinky… But it OK. Be there punctual!”

d) About not moving on in life
------------------------------

One afternoon Ann was just finished doing two hours in the
walker. Every week they worked out and underwent examinations so
possible injuries could be prevented. Ahmed was seeing the doctor
about a foot problem. Ann sat down at a table as John came in.

John was one of the ponies convicted to stay in the service for
at least a year. A year earlier he had made the headlines all
over Denmark when he killed a family on a bicycle holiday when
his car skidded out during a private and illegal drag race.

The Danish law had been tightened and he received a judgement of
2-4 years in the penal system depending of his progress during
the sentence.

As John sat down, she noticed that he had a steel bite instead of
a rubber bite. It also looked like he was missing some teeth.
When he was seated, a staff member unbuckled the bite, so he
could have some water. His cuffs with was fastened at his harness
were released and connect to a system of chains connected to a
hook in the floor instead.

When he had finished his drink, Ann spoke to him.

“How are you doing? I can see that you are on a more permanent
assignment here. I heard they came down hard on you.”

“I am doing fine now. First I was a kind of shocked by the
judgement. It was an accident. I was young and could not relate
to the death of the family. But I was in for a lesson. It had
become mandatory for people like me to stay restraint in a chair
for a whole hour, while the family, co-workers and friend do a
here-are-you-life-kind-of-show for me. Everybody, who had met the
victim during his or her lives and at their death, can contribute
to the show. I broke down when the doctor showed pictures of the
remains of the little boy or what should I say the leftovers of
him. I hardly heard the rest of it. They even had to un-gag me
during the show, because I had to throw up”

“Un-gag you?”

“Yes. During the show you have a head harness on so you can not
look away and because lecturers must not be disturbed they put a
muzzle on.”

“Gruesome.”

“Yes. But I realised that my torment could not by any means be
compared with the suffering the remaining relatives must endure.
It took a month for me to realize the full extend of my crime and
the preparation for the pony service was also hard.”

“Why did they pull out two of your teeth?”

“Because horses have a space among their teeth we human don’t
have. So I lost two of my teeth in the upper mouth in order to
use a bit of steel. When I one day are going to be release I
would get some implants instead.”

“What other kind of preparation did you have to endure?”

“First of all my tail is in fact a butt plug with a tail on. They
had me wear bigger and bigger plugs for days until they decided
on the final size. Every morning I get an enema before the plug
goes in. If I during the day built up stools, I just have to hold
out the stomach pain. Also my harness is rather different than
your. First of all it is very simple. It consists of a combined
chastity belt and a waist clincher, wide leather straps going
from the clincher to my collar. My hands are always collared and
locked to the clincher in the side unless I am eating like now.
Then I am chained to something.”

“I have been there regarding the chastity belt. I was also
convicted to wear one because of a crime of violence in my past.
I can remember how hard it was to wait for my day of relief.”

“Yes, I have milked every week for almost three month. My box in
the stable has a bidet so it is easy to keep it clean. The staffs
wash me down two times every day. However, I am only allowed to
be satisfied on special occasions like Christmas and my birthday
and it is always with a machine. No human contact.”

“That is a harsh punishment!”

“Yes. Sometimes I just wish that we were back some twenty years
where a punishment was about doing time in a prison and enjoy the
drugs that were smuggled inside but then I realise that I during
my entire upbringing had done drugs and in fact had a life
without any meaning. Name a drug and I have been on it. I started
at a age of 12.”

“Yes, back then they did not force people to confront themselves
with responsibility about their actions. It was just a long
wait.”

“However, as I see it I have come to peace with my actions and I
live a good life without drugs given the circumstances. In fact,
I am somehow grateful being locked up in my box every evening. No
temptations can reach me here on the inside. Although I miss
being around people, it had saved my life. I would have ended up
in the gutter.”

“When are you going to be release?”

“In fact I am trying to postpone it. I am afraid of the outside
world.”

“I also know that feeling. I have been there. It is al about
gaining structure in your daily schedule and getting a job. Work
is everything.”

“They have told me about it, but I am still afraid. Thanks
however for your advice. Oh. I can see that my break is over. I
have to go. Thank you for taking time to talk to me.”

The staff member came back and John had to leave for his shift.


8. A new life.
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a) A job opening
----------------

Hr. Harris looked down in his papers. Both Ann and Ahmed had done
well doing their draft service. How could he keep them? By doing
the draft service they also were out of probation. They could go
wherever they liked.

As they sat in his office, he had a proposal. “If you sign up for
two years, we could educate you to be instructors. You have your
apartment for the next month and if you sign up, you can keep the
apartment until the end of your contract. We have very satisfied
with your work. What do you say?”

“We would like to accept the offer. We working here have eased
the transition from an institutionalised life to a normal life
outside. Would we still work as ponies during the education?”

“Yes. I would recommend a holiday before you start up. The
education consists of parts working as a pony, academic studies
and training in motivating other. The only part of you will avoid
it having teeth being pulled out. All other aspect of the service
you have to try on your own body. Am I scaring you?”

“No. We have been through a lot.”


b) Testing new equipment
------------------------

A month later John lied tied up as Ann was testing tails on him.
“How was the enema?”

“Terrible? The mixture of soap, coffee grounds really made my
stomach work. I have not felt that empty for months.”

“That is good. You have been complaining about stomach pains
since we ordered pizza last week. Something was wrong with it. It
is nice that treatment can be a part of the job. Would you like
to be gagged before I proceed?”

“Yes. Please. My dear.”

Ann gagged him and took one of the tails. It was huge and
normally it was only used on people who had killed other people.
It would certainly hurt and it was her turn later. She lubricated
it as much as she could and even put something at his hole. Then
she slowly started to press it inside Ahmed. First he clenched
his sphincter, but she told him to relax and teased him a little
by using her finger at the area just behind his scrotum. It
turned some of his attention away so he relaxed and the plug went
in a little further.

Eventually she could not remove his attention from the intrusion
of the plug. He began to sweat and made repressed sounds and
drool began to run down from his mouth. Ann was really worried
but suddenly it went all in and settled. Ahmed made as loud a
sigh as the gag permitted.

When he was released, she asked him about the feeling of the
plug. “It is terrible. It brought memories back from my time in
the behaviour modification centre. I have told you about Sarah
and the strap-on event. However, this plug is much worse. I don’t
know how I would be able to run with it in me. But lets try the
rest of the new outfit on.”

Ahmed was hoisted by is arms. It was the old wooden bar connected
to a pulley. Because he was cuffed both by his hands and feet, he
soon was stretched out. Ann produced the leather corset, which
was a part of the new outfit. “Are you comfy?”

Ahmed nodded. He knew what was next. He had been there before.
Ann wrapped the cloth around his waist and began to tug the
laces. Again he felt the familiar feeling of being cut in half.
He made silent grunts as she continued to tug him. Eventually she
finished the first leg. “We have to wait for the fabric to rest
before I can continue. Would you have something to drink? I can
get you a bottle of cola with a straw.”

Ahmed nodded, as he was virtually speechless. Five minutes later
he was finished and Ann began to tug the final part. Ahmed had
never felt to compressed. As he was lowered to the ground he
tried to sit, but it hurt too much in his stomach. “This is very
strict outfit. What kind of horrible crime must enable one to
wear it? I have to maintain my body entirely rigid. ”

“It is a test outfit, we have to try out. The government are
trying to find new groups of people they can enrolee in the pony
cart service. Prison time is waist of time for the convicts and
waste of money for the state. Let’s gets the bridle and hook you
up to the walker. I would interview you and fill out those forms
after the training.”

“Tomorrow it is your turn to try the outfit. Don’t look forward
to it.”

Three hours later Ahmed walked back to the changing room
supported by Ann. It had been the most difficult training, he had
done since he entered the service. Back in the changing room Ann
removed the plug with the greatest caution. When it was gone
Ahmed felt how every heartbeat made his splinter convulse and
fighting to retract. Ann had left his bridle on and his teeth
clenched around it.

Ann opened her back and took out her strap-on dildo. Actually it
had two dildos so Ann also would get something from it. The
entire behaviour modification course had left one side effect on
Ahmed. From time to another he needed to feel a woman to take his
sissy pussy. “Stand still. I would go on hard now that your sissy
cunt have been prepared. If you can endure 5 minutes without
getting a release, the plug would stay out. Else I would put it
right back in. Understand!”

She rammed the dildo right in. Ahmed grunted. Ann worked with her
abdomen and she soon began to moan. “Oh. Baby. Come for mamma.
Yes. Yes!”

Unfortunately, Ahmed could not hold it back. Suddenly he came and
there was still 30 seconds left of the 5 minutes. “Oh. Baby. I am
so sorry. Now the plug must go in again.”

Ahmed tried to plead, but he knew that in this marriage she wore
the trousers. She reinserted the plug. “Out to the walker again.
Move!”

As he was connected he though that there would be a day tomorrow.

However, there was a long night ahead of him. When they were
finished they were in the dresser and after the bridle had been
removed, he expected to be freed, but instead Ann changed the
huge butt plug with a more endurable size. “We are going to play
tonight. I am a bit angry, because you did forget what day it is
today”

“Oh. Christ. We were married two years ago”

“Exactly. I had hoped that you had remembered it. But you did
forget and now you are going to pay the price. Tonight you are my
slave.”

He loved Ann and he wanted to pay. His cuffs were connected to
the side of the corset and she got a long coat and put it over
his body in order to disguise him. Then they left for their
apartment. They greeted a pair of their unsuspicious colleagues
and just looked like a normal couple on the way home.

Back in the apartment she put a posture collar on him and cuffed
him on his back instead. “Lick me!” she said as she lied down on
the bed.

He climbed into the bed slowly and began to lick. It was hard
because of the rigid corset. He could only catch small breaths.
Her nibbles soon began to be erect. They kissed and he licked her
behind her ear, which made her giggle. Then he went to work on
her pussy.

She moaned and was almost on the edge of coming when she sat up
and ordered him to lie on his back. She cuffed his feet to the
bed. “You are going to drink – my boy!” She sat on the top of him
and stuck her cunt in his face. He tried to lick the best he
could but the combined pressure of the corset and Ann made it
difficult for Ahmed to breathe. She pushed her cunt down over his
face making him gag. He tried to kick with his legs but he could
only move the slightly.

He began to panic when he ran out of air. Ann was in rage. “I
don’t like to be forgotten. Lick or it will be the last thing you
experience!”

“Man”, he thought - He must have pissed her off.

He licked and drank when the juices began to run out of her. But
it became too much. He went black. As Ann felt his body convulse
under her, she immediately stood up. She gave him CPR and
switched to kissing when he regained consciousness. “Lets have
another go!”

“No. Please.” But Ann didn’t hear. She positioned herself once
more. Tears ran down his cheek as he began to lick her once more.
Ann pressed her cunt down on his face causing him to black out
almost as once. Ann came with a cry as his body began to shiver.

c) Making up
------------

When he came to himself, she stood with a leather hood in her
hands. She put in over his head. There was  an opening for the
eyes and mouth - But not for long. She buckled a blindfold on and
a put a gag ball in his mouth. “Now I am going to return the
favour!”.

His member having a hard-on, but Ann was not satisfied. It was
time for some CBT. She tied a cord around the base of this
scrotum and tightened it. Ahmed was coming from hell to heaven.

As he lied on his back in total darkness, he felt her hands
moving around his body. Oh. He was so tense. She slowly pinched
his nipple. Then she licked it, making it standing out. It felt
so nice.

Suddenly he felt the pain. She had used a nipple clamp on him.
The pain was so intense. He struggled and pulled his restraints
but they were too tight. He made suppressed screams until the
pain decreased and it became bearable.

Then she started on the other nipple. He tried to enjoy it but he
also began to sweat by the pure thought of her use of a nipple
clamp. He was not disappointed. And the pain was so big. He cried
inside the hood.

Now Ann began to work with the butt plug. The old one went out
and she inserted another. Gratefully it was not bigger. But it
changed when he discovered that she could pump it and she did.
Soon the pressure from the inflated plug was extremely
perceptible.

She took his penis in her mouth and began to suck it.

He had forgotten al about his nipples. This was heaven. There was
only one problem. She continued to tighten the cord around his
scrotum as he came closer to climax. The she activated the last
part of her plan. The plug was a vibrator. He was so on the edge.
He wanted relief. He tried to plead, but the gag did not let any
understandable message out.

This was too much!!

Ann was really enjoying this. She could see the pre-cum running
down from his penis. She could see his body covered from sweat.
She could see the same body shivering from arousal. But she could
also see his scrotum turning almost purple. Sadly good moments
come to an end.

Quickly she placed herself on his penis and let it all in. She
began to move around and when she herself was on the edge of a
climax, she released the cord. Ahmed came, as he never had done
before. She continued to ride him until the last drop was gone
and then she did a last thing just so he would not forget their
wedding day. She removed the clamps and continued her ride
dragging the last drops of semen out of Ahmed.

She left him stay tied up in bed until the morning, although she
changed the gag ball with a bit just in case. She wouldn’t let be
suffocated.

When he finally was freed and naked, he went to take a shower
with pain almost every part of his body. He knew that it was his
turn to try this new corset out on Ann and it would be fun.

(to be continued….)






