Piper's Price

by D. A. Maddox

  “Well, no,” Maddy insisted, her blush deepening from pink to scarlet. “I mean, I don’t know, but—”

  But she gasped, she quieted, when Nurse Reyes-Garcia passed a hand through her glossy black hair, separating locks between her fingers over the young woman’s shoulder as though brushing her with them. “Shall I undress her for you, Robbie McNeal?”

  He closed the rest of the gap between them. He looked her over. He … loved her. He didn’t even know her, but he was certain that he loved her.

  “No,” he said. “That won’t be necessary, Matron.”

  Maddy let fly an exhalation of deepest gratitude and relief.

  “I prefer she undress herself. Take the cuffs from her, please?”

  ****

  Color drained from her face. Her mouth formed a stunned and stupefied O as Nurse Reyes-Garcia unclipped the key from her belt and gently took her hands.

  “Do not be so surprised, Miss Piper,” she said, turning the key in the cuffs. “Surely you saw this coming.”

  “But—there’s … There are other people here. The … the camera…”

  She had anticipated Robbie. She had understood the nurse would be here, and even found it reassuring. But there was another man in here, too, as old as her dad, and he was already ogling her with clear and unmistakable lechery. Then there was the camera, the wide black eye of glass and the red dot of light that meant record. The woman who stood behind it, Officer Kersey, had said such mean things to her, as if she were an actual lowlife, a criminal who deserved no better.

  Nor was she blind to the counter in the mirror wall. They’d turned it off, left the surface on mirror-mode with the shadow numbers stuck at 00, 000, 000. There was no way for her to know how many people were watching her. She didn’t think it likely, especially at this hour, but those unseen, unknowable numbers could include her mom and dad…

  And yet, over all, there was Robbie, the boy who had tried to spy on her and failed. The boy she had railroaded to a punishment far worse than he had deserved. The boy who had been made to wear a jumpsuit, when he wore anything at all—who now looked upon her in a jumpsuit, gazing at her with neither anger nor malice, while he wore his nice, newly-pressed dress clothes and his bright blue tie. Who understood better than anyone what she was going through but would make her endure it anyway, with the memory of his own torment fresh in his mind. He would see her as the art class had seen her, with a front row seat while the world watched and salivated in the distant, unseen background. She would be at his mercy less than two hours after she had shown him none.

  Strip him, she’d said, even with a wide ring of cameras looking on.

  The air conditioning tickled the tiny hairs on her bare arms.

  The cuffs slid from her wrists. Nurse Reyes-Garcia returned them to her belt with the key. “We dispense punishments in the open light of day for the improvement of all, Miss Piper,” she said. “Yours is a moral correction, now legally binding by your own confession of misconduct. You are not the first to require this, so be comforted. This is not just about you. The example we make of you here will be of benefit to society.”

  The middle-aged man-cop, still fortunately positioned on the other side of the table, licked his lips.

  Maddy stood, arms by her side, doing nothing. Maybe they’d change their minds. Maybe Robbie would.

  “Take your clothes off,” Nurse Reyes-Garcia said. “All of them, Miss Piper. Get naked.”

  She implored Robbie with her eyes. There was no guile in them. She hadn’t expected it to be this way.

  “What are you waiting for?” he asked.

  Her hands went to the plastic zipper of the jumpsuit. They shook so badly.

  “Get ’em off, girlie,” said the man-cop. “I didn’t stay up this late for nothin’.”

  “Strip, you little shit,” said Officer Kersey.

  There was no one here to protect her. Not Mom, not Dad. Jasmine and Heather were far away, if they would have even cared. She had put herself forward for this. And Robbie was hard again. She could see the outline of his penis straining against the front of his pants, his belt.

  Somehow, she got the zipper all the way down. The tears came again. It seemed she was in no short supply of them today, as the jumpsuit slid from her shoulders to the floor, leaving her in her underwear in front of only God knew how many onlookers, in person and on TV and the internet. She stared at the red jumpsuit at her feet, let the reality seep in that it was no longer covering her. Very little was. Could she still back out, change her mind?

  She didn’t think she could. Not now. Her consent was on record. Arrangements had been made. People had been summoned.

  Nurse Reyes-Garcia pointed, indicated her bra and panties. “Those come off, too, hon.”

  Maddy reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She did her best to keep her arms over her chest as she let down one strap over the shoulder, then the other. She let the bra drop.

  Robbie’s face was coloring. His mouth was open. He did nothing to rescue her or stop her.

  She still kept an arm over her nipples as her right hand hooked into her panties. She caught her breath.

  “Breathe, sweetheart,” said Nurse Reyes-Garcia.

  She let out the breath, then let her left hand join her right, tugging her panties down, off her buttocks, her sex, down her knees. Letting them go at the calves and then straightening back up. For a moment, she allowed herself to stand before them all, naked, again with her arms by her sides.

  “Wow,” said the man-cop. “Hell, yeah.”

  But that made her gasp, made her cover up. She had no will in the matter. There she stood, one hand over her vagina, fingers splayed, one arm crossed over her breasts, knees bent inward, touching each other, as Officer Kersey took the handheld cam from the strap on her neck and stepped forward, almost but not directly in front of the tripod, which was still filming.

  “Shame shot,” she declared, aiming the camera directly at Maddy, with no consideration of her feelings whatsoever.

  “Please, don’t,” she said, lowering her head. She still saw the flashes. She felt them in her blood. Are you happy now, Robbie? she thought, sobbing. This is what you wanted, right?

  The hand over her sex grew warmer. The humiliation, boundless.

  “You’re not naked yet,” Robbie said. “Take off your socks, Maddy.”

  They were only ankle socks. They were nothing, only an excuse to get her to move her hands from her body again. To uncover herself anew, already defeated, embarrassed beyond anything her darkest dreams had ever suggested. But she did it.

  Nurse Reyes-Garcia took her by the waist, by an arm. “Turn around, love,” she said. “I am going to need you to bend over and grab the back of your ankles.” She guided her. “There you go, there you go.”

  “Open your legs,” said Officer Kersey. “Wider, stupid cunt. You know how this works. We get to see it all.”

  “Come here, Robbie,” said Nurse Reyes-Garcia. “I wish to show you something. Get down on your knees behind her, right here, just so.”

  Maddy sensed him do it. She saw his knees between her open legs. Felt quick breaths from his nose tickle her pussy and her anus. This is unbearable, she thought, as the first moisture from her clit landed like a raindrop between her feet, pearl white.

  ****

  It’s a dream, Robbie thought. I’m going to wake up on my cot any second with my dick in my hand. And that’ll be how I’ll be when Matron comes in to wake me up and give me back to my parents.

  But the dream, if that’s what it was, had Maddy helplessly before him, her vagina inches from his face, her breasts hanging like ripe fruit ready to be plucked, her pink nipples hard as small stones, her big, green eyes wide with degradation and disbelief.

  She was the first woman Robbie had seen naked in his life, and yet he knew there would never be a rival to her beauty, not for him, no matter how long he lived.

  I can’t help that I like you like this, he thought. But I loved
you when you were doing this to me, too. I’d love you if you were dressed like an Eskimo in a blizzard.

  It didn’t seem like the right time to say it.

  Nurse Reyes-Garcia knelt next to him, playfully shouldering him over by half a foot, sharing the space with him. She took Maddy’s left buttock in hand and spread it just enough to widen her vagina to the pink. Maddy whimpered but didn’t complain with words as, with her right hand, Robbie’s Matron ran her finger over the flesh just outside the pink part. “This is the labia majora,” she said. “Are you paying attention? There may be a quiz later.”

  Robbie nodded, too breathless to speak, committing the information to his long-term memory.

  “And this,” she said, laying her finger on the interior, “is the labia minora. She is quite lovely, don’t you think?”

  “Yes,” he managed, taking her in, watching her staring, blank eyes leak tears directly to the cold, hard floor. “She’s beautiful.”

  “God,” Officer Kersey moaned from behind him. “God, please, spare me.”

  Matron’s finger worked farther in, tracing her slit. “Vaginal opening,” she said, going farther yet. “Inside is the hymen. Miss Piper’s is still unbroken.”

  Robbie could hear Maddy’s teeth chattering. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” she wept.

  “Up here, just at the top, is her clitoris. It is her pleasure center, a very tightly bound bundle of sexual nerves. Oh my, hers is quite hard—and she is seeping. Do you see it?”

  “Yes, Matron,” he said.

  “Very good,” she said, sitting back. “Let us observe what a good student you are. Miss Piper, spread your cheeks, please. No—not the cheeks of your face, dear. Lord above.”

  Derisive background laughter, from both Officer Kersey and Officer Davies.

  Maddy spread her butt cheeks, exposing herself completely.

  “Little more, hon. There you go. That will do.”

  “Please,” Maddy said, hitching breath. “This is … so embarrassing.”

  No one answered her.

  “Robbie,” Nurse Reyes-Garcia said, “show me labia majora.”

  Robbie touched it, just a little, running his other hand over her buttocks, admiring every bit of her. Worshipping her.

  “Robbie,” Maddy whispered back through the open gate of her legs. He said nothing. It was best not to. This was going to happen, and more than this—and worse than this. She’d just have to take it.

  “Very good,” his Matron went on. “Show me labia minora, but do not penetrate her.”

  He did, slickening his finger with her.

  “R-Robbie.”

  “Show me her clitoris.”

  Robbie found the little nub and rubbed it. Massaged it, running his thumb the length of her vaginal opening.

  “Oh, no,” Maddy wept. “God, please, no…”

  But then, legs shaking, she orgasmed, her pussy oozing all over Robbie’s upturned hand, bathing it with her wet warmth.

  “Robbie McNeal,” Nurse Reyes-Garcia said proudly, “I do think this filly likes you.”

  Robbie nodded again, still touching her, massaging her between the legs, all along the mess of her aftermath. Then he kissed her there, long and lovingly. He did have some experience, as far as such kisses went.

  “Fucking hell,” said Officer Kersey. “The bitch needs to suffer, already.”

  I won’t be rude to her, Robbie said to himself. I won’t say anything cruel to her, even though I can’t stop Officer Kersey from doing it, even though Maddy said horrible things to me. I can’t. I won’t.

  He tasted her, and listened to her cry.

  ****

  She had begged. She had wept. She had done everything she could to make them see how difficult this was for her. All for nothing.

  I just came in front of everybody, she thought, awash with despair. In front of the whole world.

  Maddy held position, nude, hands holding her buttocks apart as the boy who had only sought to spy on her ran his tongue over her most guarded place. She could fall over, knock herself out on the floor. What an anticlimactic ending that would be.

  Instead, she grew hot again, minutes after full release. Robbie snaked his hand around her front, down her middle, her belly button, teasing the neatly-groomed black tuft of her pubic mound, peeling back the hood of her clitoris for better access, to tickle her there, alternating his fingers and his mouth for long, agonizing seconds.

  “I want a piece of that,” said the man-cop. “Just to touch. I won’t break nothin’.”

  What?

  Robbie pulled back. Their eyes met between her legs.

  “Don’t say anything,” he told her, chin dripping with her essence, sitting on his haunches, the tent in his pants pronounced. “Don’t protest. I’m sorry, Maddy. Just kind of the way it goes, in the program.”

  How could you do this to me? she thought. She also wanted to say, “I understand.”

  But she didn’t dare. She had been ordered to silence, and she didn’t think disobedience would be taken lightly. She had asked for all of this, even if she hadn’t fully realized it, and now she was in so far over her head, she could only hope for mercy without asking for it. No one had given her an escape word.

  He rose from her, his tie sliding through the spread valley of her ass crack, and turned his back. “Your go, then,” he said to the man-cop. “But be nice, Officer Davies. Please.”

  “I’m not into all that pain stuff,” Davies replied. Then he reached around his back, produced a folded Department of Corrections ballcap from a pants pocket, and secured it on his head. He spoke to Robbie not so much like a cop, but like an amiable uncle. “Just so she remembers I’m only doing this in my official capacity as an ambassador of justice.”

  “Stand, Madison Piper,” Nurse Reyes-Garcia said. “Go to the table. Lie down on it, face up.”

  She obeyed. She straightened, covering herself for the short walk to the table, still agonizingly conscious of the people gawking at her utter nudity—especially Officer Davies—and of the camera. Robbie faced the opposite wall—but she could see him in the mirror, which accounted for most of it. She could see him seeing her.

  She could read him. He felt sorry for her. He really did.

  But he could do nothing. In the end, he remained only a prisoner.

  Is that what I am? she thought, uncovering herself just long enough to press her hands flat against the stone surface of the table, hoisting herself up on it. No court ever tried me. The nurse said I hadn’t broken any laws.

  She laid herself down on her side, rolled onto her back. Covered herself again. Felt the full-body blush flame in her blood as the others gathered around her. Looked down on her. Davies was right at her middle. Maddy looked away from him, only to find herself face-to-lens with the tripod camera and Officer Kersey, just off the side of the table.

  “Enough with the damned weepiness. God,” she said. “Not everyone’s into the crying bit. Mix it up. We have viewers. We have sponsors.”

  Impossible. Officer Kersey didn’t have the first clue what she was going through.

  “I’m … sorry, ma’am,” she said. “I can’t.”

  “It is fine,” said Nurse Reyes-Garcia, circling the table, opening compartments at all four corners, one at a time. “My colleague sometimes forgets that our viewers favor authentic responses. Your tears are honest. We will re-hydrate you if it becomes necessary.”

  From the four table corners, she laid out a set of rawhide restraints on chains. She went to Maddy’s legs, took her left at the Achilles and behind the knee. Maddy tensed.

  “But do not fight me, Madison Piper,” she said, strapping her left leg down at the corner by the ankle. “It may not be so bad if you do not fight.”

  She did Maddy’s right leg next. The table was broad enough that Maddy could feel the strain at her hips. She was flexible—she was a runner—but she was split so wide that she was tempted to surrender the view of her breasts to Officer Davies again, if only to put an ext
ra hand over her sex.

  It didn’t matter. Nurse Reyes-Garcia promptly went to the hand in question and stretched it to its own corner, fastening it there immovably. The cool air of the Interview Room brushed her armpit, re-hardened her areolas.

  She took Maddy’s other arm. “Let it go,” she said. “There is no protecting yourself. You must trust us.”

  Stubbornly, Maddy held on. She cast her gaze over to Robbie. He hadn’t moved, but he kept watching her through the mirror. There was none of this he would not see.

  “Madison,” Nurse Reyes-Garcia said.

  She let go. Felt the last of her limbs cinched tight. “You didn’t tell me,” she said to Robbie’s nurse, as the man-cop took her by the chin to stare at her tear-washed face, the peak of his cap nearly touching her forehead. “You … didn’t say it would be like this.”

  “I rarely tell anyone anything. You knew what you were doing.”

  Maddy said nothing to Officer Davies, who briefly withdrew, flexing his fingers, but…

  To the open air, she said, “S-somebody, please—help me.”

  “It could be worse, young lady,” said Nurse Reyes-Garcia as the camera rolled along the floor to position itself between her legs. “You could be hated, despised for a common criminal. But the people love you, as they love Robbie McNeal.”

  “There’s no arguing taste…” Officer Kersey started, but desisted at a glance from her boss.

  “Let it all go, Miss Piper,” said Nurse Reyes-Garcia. “Let the audience see their middle-class virgin princess. Let them look upon you and pity you as they contemplate the atonement of good people who have done foolish things. Let them weep for you as they pleasure themselves, and each other, from the comforts of home. We have only two hours, but you are far from done. We must make an impression upon you in the time we have.”

  Officer Davies’s face was livid with unabashed, delighted heat.

  Piece of shit, she thought bitterly, shuddering, as he bent over her, his rough hands sliding down her sides. Do you have daughters of your own?

  He squeezed her breasts—way too hard, like they were balloons he wanted to break—then coursed his thumbs over her nipples.

  She wanted so badly to hide from the camera.