Sammie a girl of 17 or probably 19years lay on a bed in a cozy room while her fingers lustily traced the lines of her undies. She had made up her mind, she was going to satisfy herself.
Lost in the act, she began increasing the tempo with her middle finger, until a voice caught her off guard.
"Why don't you cry when you masturbate?" It was the voice of a puny little girl whose arms and legs held on to the slow rotating fan on the ceiling of the room. The little girl was upside down watching as Sammie took the masturbating exercise a step further.
The lust that drowned Sammie some few seconds back had totally disappeared. Now she was visibly shaking. The sight of a visual drone– the puny little girl, was the least thing to be seen at a time like this.
Punnies, the name given them. They could be in the shape of a little boy or girl. They're paranormal visual drones known as the deterrent of 'Anti-law'
They're paranormal, so they show themselves to whomever they choose to. Once you're found guilty of indiscipline they send you to the Rehabilitation dungeon, in the Dungeon Chapel.
"Why why?" The puny girl asked repeatedly with a friendly smile. "At least you should have cried whole heartedly while you masturbate, you know the law of this jurisdiction has codes, rules and regulations and by law you're to be penalised." She paused and almost immediately she continued.
"You're my friend," she said with a sarcastic smile. "That's why I didn't wait for you to reach a climax, if not you would have bridged the XX underscore code which states: a defaulter (in this case females) must look cute while they're dead." She explained.
"You see... I saved you from complicated punishment. So you will face the normal punishment for your lustful act." She added.
"Now am sending you to the Rehabilitation dungeon where you will be administered a Groin Acupuncture... 14 serated pins to be assigned to your clitoris..."
The little puny chuckled and apologized to Sammie for being unofficial and sounding like a slut, then she continued.
"That's your dosage for every 17minutes of the 72 hours you'll be there. And you'll allowed to express your gratitude as you scream and sing in pain with the choir band– the thousand dieing girls".
"But–" Sammie tried to say something but was interrupted.
"Of course I understand your joy, after all this you'll be free again." She ended her official statement with a meek lovable thank you.
Sammie couldn't speak again, infact you're not supposed to if not more punishment would be awarded. All she had to do was prepare, because in the next 7 minutes she's gonna miraculously find herself in the rehabilitation dungeon.
She couldn't cry, instead she heaved a deep sigh. She knew the worst just began. It's the end of the beginning...
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*Seven minutes had just past and darkness fell on the room. Now Sammie knew she was right there in the pitch black entrance to the dungeon. She had been to the dungeon on few occasions; 3 times to be precise and as usual she wasn't the only one, other defaulters matched blindly alongside her.
There are 4 pitch black entrance, each leading to a large room before the dungeon. The Northern entrance, only females walked through it; Sammie and some others were in there. The Southern entrance, only males are allowed through.
But no one has been known to walk pass the Western and Eastern entrance. It was strictly anonymous.
The males who walked blindly through the Southern entrance would eventually meet up with the females emerging from the Northern entrance. In a day 10 defaulters could be admitted and at the same time 10 could be discharged.
to be continued...