Excerpt from “The Checkpoint: Book Four”
The black jeep turned through the gates of Strakensburg’s imposing central court building. It passed the main entrance with its broad
flight of steps and classical portico, turned down a side way to the back of
the building, went through a second security gate, and parked in a sheltered
bay reserved for official vehicles.
Kubeck got out and opened the
back, and then freed Amanda from her travel box.
Awkwardly she shuffled
backwards out onto the tailboard, where she paused so that Kubeck could pass
the leash chain back through her legs.
Then she stepped down onto the ground and stood upright, blinking and shivering in the light. More windows looking out at her through which
people could see her naked and bound body.
More shameful public exposure!
Except that in this perverse
place, nobody seemed to care.
Kubeck tugged on the leash,
tightening the nipple chain, and giving Amanda’s nipples a warning tweak. With a muffled whimper, she trailed after
him, tottering slightly on her heels and compelled by her hobble chain to make
small quick steps that set the fleshy under-curves of her buttocks trembling
and her breasts jiggling.
They passed through a side
door into a narrow corridor. At its far
end was a heavy dark oak door guarded by an usher and clerk sitting at a small
desk. Both men glanced up at Amanda with
mild interest but no surprise, as though such sights were familiar to
them. Amanda cringed and stared down at
‘Kapitan Kubeck kun malliberulo Amanda Foster,’
Kubeck said in his native language, announcing himself and his prisoner.
He handed over some official
form and exchanged a few more words in Barovian. The clerk made a note on a list and the usher
showed them inside.
Within was a small,
wood-panelled courtroom with a raised judges’ bench, tiered seats for a jury, a
witness stand and tables for the lawyers.
To one side, in view of the bench and floor of the court, was a large
modern flatscreen TV on a wheeled stand.
Beside it and facing the judge’s bench stood a man in a dark suit, black
tie, and gloves with an executioner’s hood over his head that left only his
eyes exposed. Next to him was a strange
Its arms were splayed wide as
was its seat and front legs. The seat
had a “V” cut out of the front, leaving little but narrow ledges on either
side. Protruding up into this gap was
the heads of a pair of dildos, one larger than the other and both banded in
metal strips. They were mounted on rods
connected by angled pivot joints to a flywheel driven by an electric motor that
sat on a rubber mat under the back of the chair. Directly underneath her groin was a plastic
Heavy straps were bolted to
the frame of the chair from its feet to its high back. Electric cables terminating in sinister
crocodile clips, gleaming clamps and metal studded hoops hung from its sides. A pair of video cameras was mounted in front
and to each side of the chair facing it.
As Amanda gaped at the device
in growing horror, Captain Kubeck said.
‘You want the truth to be revealed, Miss Foster, well here is a device
for extracting it. We call it the Chair of Truth. Variants have been used here for hundreds of
years. The electrical attachments are a
modern addition. And this is Vesic, the court Majstrovero – as
you would say, Truthmaster. The hood is traditional…’
Amanda felt faint with fear
and anticipation. She could not quite
believe it was happening to her. Once again, her natural instincts overwhelmed
her. She could not breathe. She had to get out of here!
Snivelling in horror she
tried to run for the doors but of course it was quite futile. Kubeck jerked on her leash to pull her up
short like a misbehaving pet, tugging her breast tips out into pink cones. A crackling, flashing jab from his baton then
brought her to her knees. While she was
trembling feebly, he and Vesic dragged her back to
the chair and pushed her down into it.
Her wrists were uncuffed and
clamped to the arms of the chair. Her
ankles were freed from the hobble only to be pulled wide and strapped to its
front legs. Broad straps went across her
middle and also held her thighs spread wide. A strap went across her forehead and the
padded plates of screw clamps were wound up against her temples. Her plug gag was pulled out and left to
dangle over her collar, while a heavy black rubber bit secured by rubber cords
to the head of the chair was pushed between her teeth, stifling her burbling
moans of fear.
‘Don’t fight it,’ Kubeck
advised. ‘You’ll soon be grateful for
something to bite on…’
With her head clamped, Amanda
was compelled to look straight ahead while her wide-splayed thighs exposed the
pouting slot of her sex and buttock cleft which hung over the empty middle of
the seat. She could roll her eyes and
wiggle her fingers and toes but that was about all. Vesic unclipped her
leash and nipple clips and then slipped studded hoops over her breasts.
The bands of the hoops were
of black plastic while the studs were adjustable screws terminals pointing
inwards. He tightened the screws until
the tips dug into the sides of her breasts, making them bulge outward like
fleshy balloons. He then pinched and
stretched her nipples and clamped them to large crocodile clips trailing red
electric wires about them. Amanda
gurgled in pain as the new set of metal teeth bit into her flesh.
Vesic said something in Barovian
that Kubeck translated for Amanda. ‘The Truthmaster
says that you have fine full nipples with plenty of meat in them for
clamping. They make perfect natural
electrical terminals. He also asks if
you are a virgin?’
Amanda’s eyes rolled wildly
as her stomach twisted itself into sick knots of fear. She was not a virgin as Kubeck well knew from
his earlier examination.
Kubeck unclipped his baton
again and pressed it to the taut bulge of her left breast. There was a white flash and the crack of an
electric spark. Amanda yelped in pain
about her bit gag.
‘Answer me,’ Kubeck
Snivelling, Amanda shook her
head as far as the clamps allowed. This
must be part of the ritual.
Vesic bent between Amanda’s
legs. She felt the heads of the dildos
being slid up into her groin. A large,
greased plug of metal and rubber pressed against the tight wellhead of her
anus. Bile burned her throat, and she
fought back the urge to be sick. Oh,
please God no! She could not take
anything that big up her bottom. She
clenched her buttocks tight in fear, but she could not resist the upward thrust
of the thing as Vesic drove it up into her. With a pop her sphincter was breached, and
then the phallic head slid seemingly endlessly into the depths of her
rectum. She groaned miserably.
Next, she felt Vesic’s gloved fingers spread her labia and guide the
larger dildo into the mouth of her vagina.
To her horror she realized her sheath was already wet and hungrily
open. The dildo slid up into her with
shameful ease. Now she was doubly
unnaturally impaled and tightly plugged as the two shafts pressed together
inside her through the thin membranes that separated them.
Vesic stepped to one side. He was now holding a box connected to the
back of the chair by a thick cable.
Kubeck bent over Amanda and
said earnestly, ‘Remember, Judge Fibanich is an important man. Answer all his questions fully and
honestly. Any hesitation or reluctance
will be punished. The truth is all that
Yes, Amanda thought dizzily,
the truth mattered. That was why she was here. To expose the truth…
A door at the back of the
court opened and a judge in full robes entered, followed by his clerk. He nodded to Kubeck and Vesic
and they bowed back. The judge took his
seat. He was grey-haired and dignified and his expression was searching but he
showed no trace of surprise at seeing Amanda as she was. Evidently it was quite normal to have naked
women strapped to a chair of torment in his courtroom! What else did she expect? This was Barovia,
Amanda squirmed shamefully
under his gaze, blushing afresh, and trying to pull her legs together.
Fibanich said a few words to
Kubeck who pulled the gag from Amanda’s mouth.
‘Do you confirm you are Amanda Foster, aged thirty-four, of Hangleton, Hampshire, England?’ he translated.
‘Y… yes,’ Amanda stammered,
‘and I’m here to protest about… eeeeek!’
Fibanich had nodded to Vesic who twisted a dial on the box. Electric fire burned through Amanda’s clamped
nipples and the contact rings about the sides of her breasts. As she began her shriek of pain, Kubeck
rammed the bit back in her mouth. Her
teeth clamped about it, and she nearly bit it in two.
Then the terrible pain was
gone leaving only a throbbing memory and simmering tingles radiating out from
Kubeck waited patiently until
Amanda had stopped sobbing, wiped her eyes and nose with a paper tissue and
then said, ‘You will answer the Judge’s questions fully. Nothing more and nothing less. You will have an opportunity to speak for
yourself later, do you understand?’ He
pulled out the gag.
‘Y… yes, Sir.’ Amanda gasped.
‘Now we’re going to review
the evidence against you…’
The TV came to life. It played back a video recording of what she
had said in Checkpoint One. Not her
revelation about the permezatenci deception, just her threats to bring the
country down. She realized how angry and
menacing she seemed. Of course, she had a good reason to be, but seen by itself
it did sound almost like the rantings of a terrorist.
The judge spoke again and
Kubeck translated. ‘Do you admit
threatening the security and prosperity of Barovia?’
Before Amanda could reply Vesic, turned another dial on the box. Amanda tensed in fear of another shock, but
instead the motor under the chair came to life and the dildos began to pump
slowly away inside her in an alternating rhythm, first the vaginal shaft and
then the anal. The impact of the
thrusts, gentle as it was, set her collared, ballooning breasts jiggling
delicately in time. Amanda groaned and
rolled up her eyes. How could they pile
more humiliation onto her? Had they no
Brief warning stabs of pain
lanced through her nipples. ‘Keep
looking at the judge and answer his question!’ Kubeck warned her.
She discovered how hard it
was to be evasive with twin dildos pumping away inside her. She could not concentrate. All that was left was the simple truth.
The plunging dildos suddenly
pulsed with electric fire, stabbing into her soft entrails. Amanda gave a
sobbing yelp of pain.
‘Is that the truth?’
She was slow to answer and
received another jolt of pain. ‘Eeek… yes, yes, I threatened Barovia!’
Though the room was cool,
sweat was gathering on her brow and dripping between her trembling
breasts. Her clamped nipples were hard
and pulsing. They normally felt that way
only when she was sexually aroused. But
how could any of this be arousing?
‘Do you still threaten
‘I only did it so I could
face you and… umphhh!’
Kubeck had pushed the bit
back into her mouth and she wailed and chewed at it while the dildos seemed to
set her pussy and bottom on fire. The
breast terminals cut in again to add to her torment. Within her straps and clamps she was
vibrating with pain. A shameful spurt of
urine sprayed over the plunging front dildo and dribbled into the bucket under
When the flow of power ceased
Kubeck pulled the gag out again. ‘Answer
Drool dribbled off Amanda’s
chin onto her simmering breasts. ‘Uhhh… yes, Sir. I
still threaten Barovia.’
She realized the phalluses
were speeding up, slurping and sucking as they reamed
her out. How could inert things have
such power over her? She wanted to love
them so they would never hurt her again.
‘Do you admit that by
threatening our country, you have broken the law?’
They were turning twisting everything
she had said. They were the guilty ones. But under their law… ‘Uhh… yes, Sir.’
‘Are you sorry?’
She certainly felt very sorry
for herself at that moment. ‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Are you guilty?’
What had she just said? She could no longer think coherently. The waves of pain and pleasure made it hard
to focus. Everything had been turned
upside-down. Her vagina was clamping
about the shaft pumping inside her. Even
her anal ring was clinging to the dildo that was so obscenely ravaging it. She was dripping juices into the bucket. How could something so terrible be so good at
the same time? She was being compelled
to endure sensations she had never felt before.
She could not help responding.
Was this normal? The phalluses
were now vibrating inside her were delivering tiny jolts of current with each
thrust that hurt but did not hurt and she was squeezing them harder and
‘Have you been stupid and
She had put herself in their
power. ‘Yes, yes!’
The contracts clamped about her
breasts cut in again delivering short pinpricks of fire that made her nipples
pulse so hard she thought they would burst.
‘Do you deserve to be
A fresh surge from the
phalluses coursed through her.
‘Do you beg to be punished?’
‘Yes, yes, yes…’
A harder surge from the
phalluses that made her sob. It went on
She was a rocket on a pad
trying to launch by spraying out juices and spurting into the bucket. But she was clamped down, so all the pressure
focussed inwards where flame and fuel mixed and a dam of hot, liquid shameful
joy and pain burst in her loins and seared through her brain.
then everything went black.