Amina was drawn to Western culture but this led to her being taken by the dreaded Morality Police to the Center where girls are forced to conform to traditional ways and any deviation is punished.
Amina wanted to be a normal 18 year old but her father was very traditional and her mother was meek and would never speak against the man of the house. Amina would secretly look at Western internet sites and she would smuggle Western magazines into her room if she could obtain any. Her mother would get very concerned and whisper to Amina that, if she were discovered she would be sent to the Training Centre which had been set up by the strict Government to enforce traditional moral laws on young girls.
Like any teenager, Amina ignored warnings and was convinced that she could keep her secrets and hide from the Morality Police but it all came crashing down one afternoon as she was leaving school. She saw the two Morality Police in their black uniforms standing either side of the school gate but they were letting everyone through so Amina was not worried.
The moment that she set foot outside of school grounds, one of the MP stepped in front of her and the other fell in behind her. All her school mates filed past with their eyes fixed forwards. The larger of the MPs asked her name and Amina falteringly replied. Immediately, her hands were pulled behind her and she felt the cold steel lock into place. One of the MP pulled her cuffed hands backwards and upwards and the other pushed down on her upper back so she was forced to walk forwards bent at the waist with her arms straining and hurting. Their big, ugly van was just down the street and she was made to climb the step into the back and the door slammed behind her. She was now sitting on a narrow, hard bench in the dark apart from slits of light coming through the narrow windows near the roof of the van.
This was when the full horror of the situation almost overwhelmed the slim, young woman. Everyone knew about the MP and yet there were only terrifying rumors because nothing official was ever released about them apart from state propaganda telling how they were pushing back the tide of Western corruption and protecting the morality of the nation.
It was probably not a long drive and when the van door was opened, she saw that they were in a sort of loading bay with MP standing around. All MP were male because only males were trusted to enforce moral laws. Amina could have come out of the van by herself but she was not given the chance. Two MP came into the van and dragged her out so swiftly that she lost her footing and ended up being dragged.
The admissions hall was brightly lit with small rooms along each side. Amina was dragged into a small room tiled in white and her hands were uncuffed. She stood there in modest long white dress down to below her knees and black tights. She wore Western style trainers on her feet which was probably not a wise choice.
“Undress.”
The command was sharp and shocking. She was in the room with two MP and she knew she was properly covered so what possible objection could they have to her clothing?
The command was barked again right into her face and at full volume. Awkwardly, she balanced on one foot at a time and slid off her trainers but it was obvious that they wanted more than this. Her fingers were trembling as she unbuttoned her dress down the front and took it off; one of the MP took it from her. She was now in a plain white vest in accordance with the custom but her briefs, visible through her tights, were pink and in the Western style which, she knew, was forbidden. In her room at home she had enjoyed seeing how her shape pressed against the thin cotton but here, it just made her feel extremely vulnerable and self-conscious. Again came the rough command.
“Off! All off.”
Surely they couldn’t mean it. It was against the law for a woman to be seen naked by any man who was not her husband or a doctor. She pulled off her tights which exposed her intimate shape very clearly as her soft parts pressed against her underwear. She looked imploringly at the MP, silently begging them to tell her to stop, but they were hard faced.
Next she removed her vest exposing the plain and modest bra which kept her breasts enclosed and she froze. She just could not expose herself any further; her hands would not obey her command.
One of the MP stepped forward, grabbed both sides of her pants and yanked downwards causing her to stumble forward against his now bending body. The other MP was behind her and unclasping her bra prior to pulling it off over her limp arms which gave no resistance. Totally defeated, she stepped out of her underwear and stood naked with her hands doing their best to provide meagre cover. Totally without warning a slap landed on her cheek causing her to stagger sideways and only just manage to stay on her feet. One of the MP held out a brown, shapeless cotton dress which she gratefully pulled down over her head but she could not fail to notice that it barely reached to her knees so, by the standards of her culture, she was indecently exposed. The garment had no sleeves at all so her slim arms were bare as they would be if she were just in her vest.
Her hands were yanked behind her and she was handcuffed which was doubly bad as her tears had now begun to run down her face and she would dearly have liked to wipe her eyes. She was also aware that having her arms pulled backwards forced out her breasts which were only covered by a single layer of thin cotton. Strong fingers clamped around her upper arm dragging her out into the main Reception area where many people, MP and civilian, were moving back and forward or sitting down and observing the indecently covered young woman being pulled through their midst. She saw other girls dressed as she was; they were sitting down and shackled to benches to keep them from moving away.
They entered an even smaller room than the previous one and she was forced down into a wooden chair which had seatbelts not unlike those in a car but these were tight and did not slide in and out. To her horror, once she was strapped into the chair, one of the MP picked up a large pair of scissors and barked at her to keep still. Her weeping increased as he hacked at her hair and huge hanks landed on the floor to join others which lay there already. Of course, she had no idea what she looked but she felt cold air around her ears and on the side of her head as well as on the back of her neck.
When the “barber” had finished he swung up a hinged plank at the back of the chair which locked into place behind her head and his colleague swung out a bracket on the wall so that she was looking into a camera. She was ordered so press her head back into the plank behind her and keep still.
Just beside her chair was a bench which hinged outwards so that it was over her lap and there was now a fingerprint kit in front of her. One of the MP pressed each finger into the ink and then onto blank spaces on a form. The two men spoke between themselves as they did some paperwork and one of them typed into a computer. Then one of them advanced upon her and told her to rest her right forearm on the flat arm of her chair. He had a long wooden frame into which he had slid inked rubber figures and he pressed it hard onto the top of her arm. Each figure was jet black and about a centimeter high.
She was released from the chair and dragged back into the Reception area where, still handcuffed, she was forced down onto one of the long wooden benches and a shackle secured her to a bar beneath the bench. They had positioned her so that, like everyone else, she was about three feet from her nearest neighbor. One of the MP raised the flat of his hand as if to slap her again.
“No Talking.”
And then they left her. Just another dehumanized prisoner like all the others with no idea of what terrors might lie ahead. As Amina looked around while sitting there in silence she saw many girls being brought in, taken to various side rooms and taken away to somewhere else.
All the MP wore on their belts small whips which had a wooden handle about three feet long and a single thong of similar length. A girl who was difficult or slow to obey could be clubbed with the wooden handle or whipped on her bare arms or legs. If a girl was whipped on her torso, her thin dress gave scant protection.
A couple of girls ignored or forgot the enforced silence and were immediately dragged off down a corridor. She observed a number of girls asking for the toilet and being escorted by MP through one of the doors leading off the Reception area. Her own need was becoming increasingly pressing and raising a hand while handcuffed behind was not an option but she did manage to catch the eye of a watching MP and nod her head furiously. He came to her and asked what she wanted; she felt about six years old as she asked to visit the toilet but he removed her shackle and, with his hand on her arm, he led her to one of the doors. The MP stood over her as she sat on the seat and shimmied up her short dress to urinate. When she was finished, he tore off some toilet tissue for her and she had to contort her body so that she could do her best to dry herself while cuffed. Then it was back to her seat in Reception to have her leg shackle reapplied.
She must have sat there for many hours becoming hungry, thirsty and increasingly despairing and at last two MP came and, without a word, removed her leg shackle and one of them grabbed her arm which was already showing bruises from earlier encounters. The second of the MP walked closely behind as she was taken along a passageway and up in an elevator.
All passageways and shared rooms in the Center had harsh fluorescent lighting and they went through iron grills which had to be unlocked for them to pass. They came to a long corridor with metal doors along each side and the MP uncuffed her and opened one of the cell doors for her to enter; then the door clanged shut and she was alone.
Her windowless cell was dimply lit from a light set into the high ceiling. She had a stainless steel basin and toilet with toilet roll and a blue plastic mattress which lay on the floor. There was no blanket.
Amina discovered during her long, mind numbing hours that the dim light never went out and the only means of judging time was by the arrival of meals through the large letterbox set into the cell door. Meals came on a partitioned tray and always consisted of two slices of bread, a corn porridge and a carton of fruit juice with a paper straw.
Assuming that meals were delivered three times in twenty four hours, she was alone with her thoughts for twenty four hours and then two MP came into the cell, cuffed her hands behind her and took her along corridors and through grills to what may be described as a fairly bare interview room where she was made to stand before a table at which sat two men in civilian suits. Beside her stood a trestle table bearing various items.
As the MP stood guard behind her, the men at the table questioned her intensely about her views on the Government and her inclination to Western decadent ways. She realized that the items on the table had all be taken from her bedroom at home which the MP had searched. All her hiding places had been discovered and violated and they had Western magazines with pictures of men in brief swim trunks and various Western film stars. There were also teen magazines with pages which dealt with matters of intimate relationships and problems and they had laid out all her pretty and brief underwear which her father had not known about although her mother must have caught glimpses when Amina did her own laundry.
The thought of MP collecting her most private and intimate clothing and forcing her to justify it (which she couldn’t) made her feel sick but the berating just went on as they wrote on the pads in front of them. Could it have been her father who had informed against her to the MP? Would he have thought it for her own good? Or perhaps one of her teachers or even a fellow student?
These were the questions which went around in her head when she was again back in her cell for another long solitary time.
When she felt that her monthly cycle was due she had to tell the MP when they brought her food and they could issue pads and a black thong to keep it in place. This process was embarrassing and demeaning.
During that degrading examination of her forbidden possessions she had been told that such items would lead to retribution and she soon learned what that meant. Two MP took her from her cell to yet another small room which was dominated by a tall wooden frame in the shape of an X. The purpose of the leather cuffs and straps hanging from the device was obvious. Her handcuffs were removed and she was told to strip off her one garment. For a moment she was paralyzed by fear and could not respond but one of the MP struck her hard on the thigh with the wooden handle of his whip and she pulled the dress up over her head. Immediately both men manhandled her into position on the whipping frame and secured wrists, ankles, knees and waist with cuffs and straps.
One of the MP picked up from a table a lash which the Americans call a bullwhip. It had a short handle and a single, long leather thong. She saw him move behind her but could not bear to see any more so she faced the frame and screwed her eyes tight shut. Then the first stroke landed across her whole back in a diagonal line of agony and she screamed and pulled against her bindings. He landed the next two strokes in quick succession over her buttocks and the back of her thighs; the pain was far beyond words but she was powerless to do anything about it.
Two more strokes landed on her back and she was strapped so tightly that she could not even writhe to absorb the pain – she was a totally static target and her loud, animal screams had no effect on her tormenter.
The lashes kept landing on his target area which was between her neck and her knees and the whole area burned with pain. The whip which he was using was the same type as was used for public floggings of adulteresses in town centers. Amina had never attended such events but she knew that the crowds flocked to witness justice being carried out and she hated the thought of being stripped naked on a raised platform for all the crowd to witness her abasement and pain. She was now coming to believe that, after the first stroke, the victim would be oblivious to the baying mob as her brain was consumed by her pain.
When, eventually, the ordeal ended Amina was taken down from the frame and the MP had to support her back to her cell. Her short hair was stuck to her head by sweat and her mouth, nose and eyes were dripping fluids. The slightest movement was painful not just because of her marked and wounded back but because her muscles had been straining against the tight leather bonds. The MP threw her dress into the cell with her but left her naked. If she had dressed, the fabric would have stuck to her bloodied back. She lay for a very long time face down and still, on her mattress.
The MP had complete control over all aspects of inmate’s lives and the only people available to hear any complaints were the MP and such unfettered power invited abuse. One day an MP came alone into her cell and the door slammed behind him. Amina was very frightened as she could not think of any good reason for an MP wanting to be locked in with her. Out of respect for his position, she scrambled from her mattress onto her feet and he grabbed her hair, pulling her head backwards so that she almost over balanced. His free hand groped the front of her dress causing her to groan at the sudden pain in her breast. He released her and told her to strip which she did as she really had no other choice. Now he was upon her and he forced her back against the wall with his groin rubbing against her so that she could feel the hardness between his legs. This made her feel very ashamed because she knew that no respectable unmarried girl would know what was causing the hardness. Again he mauled her breasts and twisted her nipples causing a sharp pain.
Using just one hand, he unzipped himself and his huge male member sprang out at her. She was shaking her head in a silent plea to leave her alone and she was emitting small whimpers like a whipped puppy. She felt his hot organ pressed against her down there and then its head was against her secret opening. Her vagina was small and tight but his sheer strength and lust forced a way in and she felt a sharp pain as her hymen fractured. It my be difficult for Western readers to appreciate what a horror this was. Any man whom she married would know that she was not pure and had allowed herself to be used. No decent man would want to be near to her and any doctor who examined her would know that she was a filthy whore. It was not uncommon for a man considering marriage to have a doctor check that his prospective bride was intact. So, it was not primarily pain, but utter despair which caused her to sob so bitterly. She was barely aware of the MP adjusting his clothing and then knocking on the cell door for his partner to let him out and slam the door on the ruined girl.
Her next learning experience involved being taken to a different room, once more handcuffed behind, where she was made to sit in a semi-circle on the floor with about ten other inmates all dressed and cuffed as she was. An MP sat on a chair directing the meeting where each inmate had to confess her Western failings and try to explain how they had fallen victim to corruption and degradation. The rest of the group would suggest ways that their Western sickness could be cured and it soon became apparent that everyone was harshly criticizing everyone else to make herself look good and perhaps earn her release from this terrible place. These sessions happened on a regular basis so that “progress” could be assessed.
Presumably the MP made assessments of what was said in the group sessions and “training” was imposed based on what they decided. Amina’s first “training” was imposed when she was taken back to her cell after the first session and she was left in handcuffs when placed in the cell. This made cleaning herself after toileting very difficult and Amina became very aware of her bodily stink in addition to the permanent slight odor coming from the toilet.
On another occasion, two MP came into her cell when she was not handcuffed and they demanded that she remove her brown dress. Refusal was not an option and she was made to keep her hands on her head as they inspected her and she could feel their lustful eyes taking in her most secret places. One of the men carried a plastic bucket which contained cold water on which floated a yellow sponge. She had to use the sponge to clean herself although there was no soap. They ensured that she clean every inch of her body thoroughly paying special attention to “down there” and even inside her intimate pinkness. When they were satisfied they left, taking her dress with her so that she was naked to leave the air to dry her body.
Sometimes in the group sessions the group would be directed to instruct one of their number to remove her dress and stand naked for inspection by all the others. This humiliation was deemed to be a good method of countering pride and vanity induced by exposure to Western media. The group would then decide whether the unfortunate victim be allowed to dress after the session or be left naked for an extended period as the victim sat and awaited for her fate to be determined.
At various times a larger group would be herded into a small lecture theatre, all handcuffed, to be shouted at by a man in a suit. If a girl happened to be undergoing a time without her dress she would still be made to attend in her naked state knowing that the lecturer on the platform could enjoy an unfettered view of her breasts. The lectures all took the same form being loud, long condemnation of all Western ideas and praise for the pure ways taught at the center.
After one of these lectures, as Amina was standing in the line to be taken back to her cell, the lecturer motioned to the MP and Amina was ordered to stand alone beside the wall. When everyone, even the MP, had left she was still there alone and increasingly worried. The lecturer, a man in his forties, came to her and led her back to the line of chairs where they sat down. Fortunately Amina was clothed. The man muttered various meaningless words of encouragement and compliment and his hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric. He leaned in and began to kiss her on the cheeks and then the lips; his tongue intruded between her lips and explored her mouth.
His hand had now gone up her dress, pulling it upwards and both hands were freely exploring her body causing her to wriggle in automatic resistance although she knew that active resistance was pointless and dangerous. As the kissing continued, he took full advantage of her nipples and breasts and then his hands wandered downwards eventually finding her softest parts and prizing her legs wide apart. First one and then more fingers invaded her innermost parts and she was unable to prevent her body from responding.
When she had debased herself with repeated climaxes (she had seen the word in a magazine), he stood up, walked to the door and summoned the MP who had been waiting just outside.
Amina lost all track of the passing of time; she seemed to have been in the Center for years and her past comfortable life at home had become a dim memory but she was actually only there for some two months. The purpose of the center was the retraining of errant girls and one day she was taken to a brightly lit room where she had to take a shower watched, of course, by MP. To her amazement, she was given soap and shampoo and then she was given what she recognized as her own clothes brought by her father from home. Of course, the underwear was pure white, baggy and huge to protect her modesty and the outer clothing was also the most traditional that she had. The sleeves were long as they would need to be for many months while the inked number on her arm faded with repeated scrubbing. She also had a head covering as her short hair would instantly signal to anyone she met that she had needed special training to bring her back to purity.
When Amina was dressed with sandals on her feet instead of decadent Western trainers, she was escorted into an office where her father was waiting to sign release papers taking back ownership of his daughter from the state. The MP and her father discussed her as if she were not there. It was agreed that her father would administer weekly canings to both his wife and daughter and, if Amina exhibited any sexual drives, her father would ensure that these were met inside the home to keep her from seeking male company outside until a husband could be found for her. Her father was assured that he could return his daughter to the Center whenever the need arose.