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She's spanked for endangering her life.

This part always fascinated Claire; the way new prisoners tried to make sense of the world around them. The factory smelled of oil, of machinery, but also of sweat, and sex. The prisoner could distantly hear the moans and shrieks of women...some panicked, some relaxed...but all noises that could only come from the sexual process.

The prisoner kicked her body around futilely as she realized where she was. Even Claire's clothing struck fear into the prisoner; a leather corset that left Claire's breasts powerfully exposed, fishnets and long leather boots and sleeves.

Claire glanced at paperwork in her hand. "I have your record from the military tribunal here. You have been found guilty of...terrible...terrible things."

The prisoner tensed. Her eyes drooped. It was here that Claire could tell if the prisoners were indeed guilty or had landed here under false pretenses.

Claire approached her. "Amy, right...? You truly did these things...didn't you?"

Amy's head dropped, and she stifled a sob. She nodded once.

Claire nodded. "We'll be spending a good amount of time together. Let's not waste any time getting to know each other, shall we?"

Claire moved towards a large control system and pressed a green button. The conveyor belt sprang to life, and the ceiling hook which suspended Amy began to carry her forward and upwards, up, up, up, until she had a full view of the entire prison floor.

Claire looked up at her. From that height, Amy would see a jungle of metal, of machines, of steel bolts, but also flesh that would occasionally make itself known, naked legs and hands that would be grasping outwards at nothing, heaving chests that could be made out in the dim light. It would be confusing, and terrifying. But with Amy's crimes, she would also know that she would deserve the treatment that awaited her.

The conveyor belt brought her downwards again and into another room, filled with strange contraptions. Claire met her there. "Move her into position," she ordered, and two leather-garbed attendants pulled Amy's body towards a raised, round metallic surface, seemingly nondescript.

"Amy, as you know you still have information that could be valuable to us. You've been asked, and refused to offer any help."

The attendants undid the metal ligature binding her legs, and in turn secured her legs with shackles to bolts on the floor. Claire could see Amy's naked chest begin to pulse harder as her breathing rate increased.

Claire continued. "Amy...you know your guilt. For the sake of your victims... the least you could do for them is work with us."

Amy looked at her surroundings the best she could, down at the machine, and back to Claire. But she remained silent.

Claire approached, and pressed a metallic pendant onto Claire's metallic thong. A mechanism in the thong beeped, and a latch unlocked. Claire undid the thong and tossed it to an attendant. Amy breathed sharply as the metal fell off her body, feeling sudden freedom as the air rushed against her.

"How long has it been since the belt went on you? Three months?" Claire traced a line over Amy's belly, downwards to her hips. Amy's eyes widened with uncertainty as Claire's finger moved around her area, across her pelvis, down her inner thigh, back up again.

Claire finally reached up and undid the gag that bound her mouth. Amy's lips remained closed. Strangely, Claire felt no defiance in Amy. It was almost as though...

"Amy... do you want to be punished?"

Amy remained silent, but her eyes signaled assent. Claire gestured to an attendant, who pushed a button. The chains binding Amy clanged to life, and pulleys began to draw the chains into the ceiling and floor. Amy's body was stretched outwards until completely taut. The chains stopped as the sensors detected that Amy's body was stretched to the point where movement was nearly impossible.

Claire moved to the control panel. There was no point in further questions. Claire's eyes met Amy's as she pressed the giant red button, and the metal pedestal underneath Amy whirred to life.

"Amy, we call this the R

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