Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
The final stroke, when it came, was indeed the most severe. Prince Hendren put his full strength behind it, the judicial cane landing with a crack that seemed to split the morning air. The pain was beyond description, beyond anything I had experienced in this terrible ordeal, but as my scream echoed through the courtyard, I felt something like ecstasy flood through my mind.
“Twenty-four,” he announced. “The correction is complete.”
I hung in my restraints, sobbing with relief and something deeper—a profound sense of completion. The woman who had once commanded fleets and negotiated treaties was gone, replaced by someone who had found her true calling in complete surrender.
“Extraordinary,” I heard the reporter whisper, her voice filled with awe. “Viola Herranofar has just indeed undergone the most complete transformation we’ve ever witnessed. From planetary president to grateful concubine, accepting her correction with genuine appreciation.”
CHAPTER 28
Hendren
I looked down at Viola’s poor, welted bottom with a mixture of sympathy, satisfaction, and irresistible arousal. Her thoroughly punished flesh bore the precise parallel lines of judicial correction, each mark a testament to the thoroughness of her transformation. The crowd remained silent, transfixed by what they had witnessed.
I moved closer to her bound form, leaning down so my lips were near her ear. “You did magnificently, my darling,” I murmured, my voice pitched low enough that only she could hear. “Your performance exceeded every expectation.”
A shuddering breath escaped her as she processed my words, her body still trembling from the ordeal. But I wasn’t finished with her yet.
“However,” I whispered, my breath warm against her neck, “one more act is required to ensure the performance is complete. The galaxy must see the full truth of your transformation.”
I reached for the governor’s control device, adjusting the settings with the precision I had learned so well. From the full suppression by which I had kept her body coldly unresponsive throughout her correction, I now allowed her to feel her cunt’s natural sexual sensation.
The effect was instantaneous. Viola’s entire body went rigid against her restraints as the pressed-back arousal surged through her nervous system. A strangled gasp escaped her throat, her hips beginning to move involuntarily as the nerve endings between her thighs awakened at last.
“Oh… oh, powers,” she breathed, her voice thick with sudden, overwhelming need. “Master, please…”
I positioned myself beside the punishment frame, sliding my hand between her spread legs to cup her bare pussy. Even through the restraints, she immediately began trying to grind against my palm, her body writhing with desperate hunger.
“Look how she responds,” I heard the reporter, Jana, narrate to her enormous audience, her voice carrying the authority of official journalism. “Clearly the natural state of a properly trained concubine—eager for her master’s touch even after severe correction.”
I loosened the ankle restraints just enough to allow Viola greater movement, then positioned my hand more firmly against her swollen flesh. “Show them, Viola. Show the galaxy how a grateful concubine pleasures herself on her master’s hand.”
Her movements became more frantic as she worked herself against my fingers, her hips bucking as much as the loosened restraints allowed. The sight of her desperation, the way she chased sensation with single-minded focus, the way her whipped bottom squirmed obscenely as she worked the hot folds of her cunt in search of friction, sent heat coursing through my own body, my cock lengthening along my thigh.
“Extraordinary scenes here,” came Jana’s breathless commentary. “Former President Herranofar is now… she’s actually pleasuring herself against His Royal Highness’s hand, seemingly driven by uncontrollable sensual need despite having just endured twenty-four strokes of the judicial cane.”
I could see the microdrone cameras adjusting their positions, capturing intimate angles of Viola’s shameful display. Her face was flushed with arousal and embarrassment, tears still drying on her cheeks as she rode my hand with increasing urgency.
“Please,” she gasped, her voice carrying clearly through the silent courtyard. “I need… Master, I need you…”
“Tell them what you need, Viola,” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Beg for your master to use you like the lovely slut you are.”
Viola
The words tore from my throat without thought, my body’s desperate need overriding every last vestige of dignity I might have imagined I still possessed. “Please fuck me, Master!” I cried out, my voice echoing off the stone walls for every camera to capture. “Use my cunt! Put your cock inside me wherever you want it! I need to feel you claiming me!”
The crowd stirred at my shameless begging, but I was beyond caring about their shocked murmurs. The sudden release of the governor’s suppression had unleashed a storm of arousal that made my recent caning feel like a distant memory. My hips worked frantically against Prince Hendren’s hand as I chased the friction my body craved with single-minded desperation.
“You heard her,” Prince Hendren announced to the assembled witnesses, his voice carrying that commanding authority that never failed to send shivers through me. “A properly corrected concubine expresses her gratitude through service.”