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Detained in Orderville, Part 2
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Detained in Orderville, Part 2 Fair warning: This is going to get a bit darker now, and the more erotic part (to me) is yet to come. Hopefully you'll feel a little bit of that erotic fear... If you missed the first part, please read it here: Detained in Orderville, Part 1 ---------------------------------------  The desert heat slammed us as Deputy Monroe opens the door. But we are frozen in terror. How can this be happening? Have we somehow wandered onto the set of some horror film? Monroe pulled Carrie out with a yank on her arm. We were in shock. But Carrie is a strong and composed woman and started to ask, "Indecent exposure? There was nothing showing, deputy! This can't be right. I demand to call my attorney."  SLAP! The deputy slapped her across the face. "Didn't you hear me, slut? In Orderville we respect the old ways. Women don't speak unless asked a question. I didn't ask you anything so you will not speak again, do you understand?" Carrie, clearly afraid now, nodded in silence. She knew that if she fought back, despite her training, it would only end far worse for her.  We saw across the square from the town hall that a crowd was gathering. Most of them were dressed in the old Mormon style, black trousers and long skirts, white shirts. A few of the men had beards, but all the women had their hair pulled tightly back and braided. Everyone looked like a throwback to 1880. Some of the crowd moved closer, and an older woman, long faced and grim, yelled out “Sluts! Whores! You’ll get your comeuppance!”  The other deputy pulled Carrie's hands behind her back, snapped handcuffs on them and led her away toward the town hall.  Monroe turned his attention back to the car and pulled Paula out. He stared for a moment at her nipples poking through her thin t-shirt. He gathered one of her tits in her hand through the shirt, twisted the nipple and said “Are you enjoying this young lady? You won’t be so happy when you get your sentence. Just be thankful we’re not stoning whores like you like we did in the old days.” Then he handcuffed her too. The other deputy returned and led her away.  I was left alone with the deputies. They pulled me out. I was terrified now too and could only imagine how the women must have felt. I managed to say "Officer we are just passing through and need help. This seems so un-Christian! If we've offended you we are very sorry. What is going to happen here?" Monroe replied with a sneer "It's Deputy. And you have been charged with an offense against the state, God and the Church. Are you married to those women?" "No." I replied. "Too bad. That makes it even worse. We respect the old ways here in Orderville. We still abide by the ways of the old church, and if you were a Mormon you could be married to both of them here, but since you're not Mormon or married to either one you've brought corruption into our city. I'm citing you for the additional charge of violating code 518, Corrupting Women's Morals, and you'll be brought to trial with your sluts. Take him to the Sinner's room, Hank."  The other deputy yanked my arms tightly together against my back. He snapped handcuffs on me and led me into the building. Inside there were perfect white corridors with dark wood trim and dull brass fittings on the doors. Pinching my upper arm, he led me around two corners to a door labeled "Sinner's Reparations Preparation Room." He opened the door and threw me in.  I saw an empty room, no chairs or other furniture, but one wall holding a big LCD screen. Paula and Carrie were sitting on the floor, transfixed by the images flashing on the screen. They were of 4 naked women and one man, tied to posts, with the caption, "Jonas Smith and his wives. Crime: Sex outside of wedlock" The women and the man were all pale white, the youngest of the women a girl perhaps 17, the oldest with gray hair and a tired sad frame. The torturer was a large bald white man who clearly enjoyed his work. He wielded a long single tail whip. He started at one end of the row of 5, delivering a terrible stroke to the first wife's ass that immediately left a red welt, and moved on to the next victim, the second wife, as the first started screaming. I can only imagine the terror in the third wife’s eye as she heard the whip crack on the second’s tender white ass, and the scream that followed, knowing she was next. And so he continued to the third wife, the fourth wife, and finally the husband. With him he really let go, delivering a stinging blow that left a drop of blood where the whip curled around his hip. And it continued another round.  If this was meant to instill fear in us, it was doing a good job. I ran to Paula and Carrie and snuggled as close to them as I could, given that none of us had the use of our hands. But I was little comfort myself as the video was so unnerving. The TV continued to play the scene of torture. Each victim received 10 lashes to the back and ass, and by the fourth or fifth stroke each was crying and screaming in pain and fear. The video ended and the screen went blank. I looked at Carrie and Paula and each was frozen in fear, sobbing into each other’s shoulders and unable to hold one another since their hands were still cuffed behind their backs. We sat in silence, fearing our fate could be as terrible and painful as what we’d just witnessed. What must have been only about 20 minutes later, but seemed like hours, we heard the sound of keys and heavy footsteps outside the locked door. Someone put a key in the door, and slammed it open. Deputy Monroe looked at us with malevolent glee and said “Time for you sinners to meet Judge Dean.” |
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