Five attractive and sexy young women are sought for a proposed Reality T.V. Show scheduled to commence production early next year. This groundbreaking show will feature young women from across the world, and is likely to lead to a lucrative career in the media industry. Apply with full personal details, including candid photographs, to Box No. 1853. Worldwide Stage.

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HOLLYWOOD, U.S.A. January 4th, 2014.

The verdict of the court surprised nobody, least of all Jennifer. She was found guilty, just as the script had said she would be. It was the sentence she hadn’t been expecting. The sentence that brought gasps of excitement from the packed courtroom. From all the pre-show hype, they’d been expecting something pretty special, but this was beyond even their wildest dreams. As they listened, their eyes were drawn inexorably to the attractive young woman standing on the raised dais in the centre of the room.

“Jennifer Korynas,” said the judge, his voice deep and sombre. “You have been found guilty as charged, and it is my solemn duty to pronounce sentence. You are to be stripped naked, and taken from this court to a place of detention. There you will be held in secure accomodation and sexually assaulted on a regular basis for a period of not less than six months. Punishment is to commence the moment you leave this courtroom, and will be recorded for daily transmission on The State media networks. No appeal will be allowed against this sentence.”

The judge called forward the security men standing at the back of the courtroom. “The guards will remove your clothing now,” he said, “following which you will be taken to the interview room and prepared for public display.”

It was about then that the script called for Jennifer to start screaming, as though the reality of Reality T.V. had just struck home. Mostly it was supposed to be garbled and incomprehensible babblings about innocence and betrayal, that would have no effect at all on the four goons who carried out the judge’s instructions. They stripped her where she stood, using rather more violence than she felt was necessary, lifted her into the air and carried her from the courtroom screaming and struggling in their grasp.

Once she’d gone, the judge waited for a moment, allowing the excited buzz of conversation to die away before rapping his gavel sharply on the table in front of him. Stern-faced, he stared down at the assembled ranks of the media.

“Miss Korynas will be available in the interview room in twenty minutes time. She will not be in a position to answer any questions about her current situation. You will have approximately ten minutes to take your pictures and a further ten minutes in which you will be able to touch her should you wish to do so. The insertion of any object into her body at this point is strictly forbidden. Do you understand?”

He paused, waiting for them to acknowledge his words before returning to his prepared script.

“Around the world, four further trials will be taking place during the next twenty-four hours; in Tokyo, Japan; New Delhi, India; Lagos, Nigeria and London, England. In each case the defendant is young, attractive and female.”

He smiled, allowing the implications of his words to sink in before continuing. “It seems likely that all four young ladies will be found guilty, and receive similar sentences to Miss Korynas. The first half of their sentences will be carried out in their country of origin, but for the second period of three months, all five young ladies will be held here in Hollywood where they will serve the rest of their sentence. Needless to say, this will enable The State to inflict further, more inventive and brutal punishments on them. Punishments that will include multiple sexual assaults, and machine-driven orgasmic rape.”

“Initial television coverage of this event will commence at 19.00 hours this evening with a two hour special, and will be a blend of recorded and live action from around the planet. It will feature a number of sexual assaults on Miss Korynas; assaults that will be carried out by several well-known media personalities. I can assure you, it will be a unique televisual experience.”

What the judge didn’t say was that the advertising rates for that two hour period would set new high figures, which would result in the price of food, and other staple items increasing steadily over the coming months. “Rule of Law”, was underway at last, the most notorious reality T.V. show to hit the State network up to now. Or rather a series of shows that would attract huge viewing figures and generate vast revenue flows for both the media companies and The State.

Jennifer Korynas wasn’t the only woman who would receive this sentence. Her claim to fame was that she would be the first woman to be raped live on T.V. Raped several times in the dubious name of entertainment. She was the guinea pig if you like, the signal that the gloves had come off at last in the ratings war. By the time her six months of public and very personal, humiliation came to an end, her name would be known in every household in The State. It wasn’t at all what she’d been promised when she’d come to the final series of interviews three months earlier.

“A unique blend of physical and mental challenges,” was the way it had been sold to her. Unique was the right word; nothing like this had ever been seen on Television before.

The doors to the Interview Room were thrown open precisely twenty minutes later, and the audience flooded in. The nubile Jennifer had been tastefully displayed in a standing position on a mobile metal framework in the centre of the room. A ball-gag filled her mouth and prevented her from speaking. Her arms and legs were spread wide and fastened to the frame, which had been designed to bend her body slightly backwards.

Not only did it have the effect of lifting and spreading her breasts, it also highlighted her dark-haired pussy, opening it up to the pitiless gaze of the camera lenses that focussed in on it right away. Jennifer Korynas was one helpless bitch, highly desirable and ripe for the violent fuckings that were heading her way.

Her full breasts had been given the “ice” treatment while she was being prepared. The resultant goose bumps were plain for all to see, and her swollen nipples stood high and proud on her chest. And after the photo shoot came the touching, though actually, mauling might have been a more accurate description. On the whole, the assembled media obeyed their instructions pretty well, though to this day there are still many who claim to have slipped an unseen finger into Jennifer’s cunt as she hung helplessly on her frame.

Twenty minutes after the doors had been opened, the audience were ushered out again. Jennifer was wheeled from the courthouse set, along half a mile of corridors, and out onto the main set. In a short while she would be released, and encouraged to eat and drink before her coming ordeal. She was a fit and healthy young woman, but she was going to need every bit of her strength to cope with the sheer savagery of what she’d soon be facing.

In three hours time, the credits would roll, the music would play and the first instalment of “Rule of Law” would go out on the network. Fifteen minutes later, Jennifer Korynas would be raped for the first time. Like the judge had said, it would be a unique televisual experience for everyone concerned.

The atmosphere in the production studio was electric from the moment they wheeled Jennifer through the doors, still spreadeagled on her display frame. They let her stay that way for some time, allowing the crew plenty of opportunity to have a good look, and touch, before finally releasing her. It was weird; from that moment on, nobody seemed to take any notice of her, apart from the two courthouse goons who’d been given the job of escorting her everywhere. Suddenly they were the epitomy of politeness itself and kept addressing her as Miss Korynas, as though she was some sort of film star.

They handed her a simple cotton shift, which did little to preserve her dignity. Pale blue in colour, it had a floral pattern to it and was far too short, revealing her ass cheeks to the world every time she moved. In the end though it served its purpose well enough, giving her some privacy while they sat her down in a corner of the studio and organised her something to eat and drink.

The production team fussed around them, discussing details like camera angles, positions and timings that meant little to Jennifer. The producer himself hardly spoke to her at all. He seemed almost embarrassed, and relayed his requirements through the goons as though she were one of the props rather than the focus of the programme.

“Just make sure she’s standing on the patch of grass under the goalposts ten minutes into the show,” he told them for the seventh time that evening. “We’ll be live and I don’t want to be chasing her round the studio at the last minute. I’ll have too many other things on my mind by then.”

The goons nodded; to be honest, they were slightly pissed off. They’d just learnt that it was two of the Raiders all-star line-backers who’d been given the privilege of raping the girl first. “Tear the shift from her body,” they’d been told, “one of you get between her legs, and fuck her brains out.” Then they could switch positions and the little bitch could be fucked a second time. The instructions were necessarily simple, even a couple of linebackers should be capable of carrying them out without the need for a retake.

Given the circumstances, Jennifer seemed surprisingly calm about it all, though there was a good explanation for that. The producer had been lying to her from the start. Even as she sat in the corner polishing off her mushroom omelette, she was still convinced that she was only playing a part; that the so-called “trial” had been staged for the cameras.

This blissful state of ignorance would continue right up to the second when the first linebacker’s nine inches of iron hard cock smashed headlong into her cervix.

By then it would be far too late for Jennifer to change her mind, she’d be in for the full six months.

The schedule for tonight’s opening programme suggested that the audience would be well entertained. Jennifer was due to be raped four times. Once each by the linebackers, and then by the celebrity of the week, the drug crazed rock singer Torquemada. To close out the programme she’d be fucked for a fourth time; by a randomly selected member of the audience, a man by the name of Herbert Thomas.

Actually, the choice wasn’t as random as it first appeared. Herbert Thomas had been booked for the programme since mid November, largely because of the enormous size of his sexual organ. It was a fearsome weapon that would have even the linebackers gasping in admiration when he finally rammed it into Jennifer’s waiting hole. By the time this opening programme was over, she’d feel as though someone had driven a horse and cart up her cunt at a flat out gallop.

But if nothing else, one of her dreams was about to be fulfilled, the illusional dream of fame. In a matter of hours the battered and painful cunt of Jennifer Korynas would be the most famous sex organ ever to appear on State T.V. and Jennifer herself would be well on her way to fulfilling her celebrity dream.

As seven o’clock approached, she began to feel the tension and excitement on set, even if she didn’t fully appreciate the reason behind it. In fact she was more troubled by the fact that she was still wearing that same cotton shift. Only three weeks earlier, she’d been measured for a stunning gown, only it had never been intended that the gown would be made up.

“Don’t worry about it Miss Korynas,” the goons kept telling her. “You’ve got plenty of time to get changed, you’re not due onstage until the second part of the show.”

In the end her nerves got the better of her. She could hear the growing murmur of the audience somewhere in the studio, and she wanted to be changed in good time.

“Take me to my dressing room,” she stamped her foot in a petty display of frustration and, after a short delay the goons agreed. They were halfway across the empty set when the producer appeared and called the goons across to him.

“Just wait there a moment would you Miss Korynas?”, He said. “I need to give them some last minute changes to your schedule. It shouldn’t take more than a minute or two.”

A couple of minutes was all they needed. Jennifer was left standing in the middle of the floor, hands on hips, with a sour expression on her face. She looked around, it seemed to be a football pitch, goalposts and imitation grass, and a couple of benches off to one side. When she looked back at the producer and the goons, there didn’t seem to be a great deal of talking going on. In fact they seemed to be watching her a little too closely for her peace of mind.

Almost unnoticed, every camera in the studio was being swung slowly in her direction. Across to her right she noticed two guys strolling across the set behind her. Big guys, young and fit, dressed casually in expensive slacks and matching Armani shirts. From the size of them, they could almost have been football players she thought as her attention drifted back to the producer. He was still watching her, and in a nearby sound studio one of the show hosts was winding up his introduction. The clock was fast approaching 19:15, and the signal was given.

As the men changed direction and picked up speed, two large stage doors slid quietly back to reveal the expectant audience. Over the rising sound of anticipation, the recorded voice of the judge sounded mockingly in her ears.

Jennifer Korynas, you are about to be sexually abused for a period of not less than six months. Your punishment will commence immediately and be recorded for daily transmission on The State media networks. There will be no appeal against this sentence.

The two men stopped, one on either side of her, and smiled down at their prey as she backed away from them. The look in her eyes was a mixture of fear and panic as a huge hand seized her shoulder and ripped the flimsy cotton shift from her body in one quick movement. The roar of the audience sounded loud in her ears as her hands moved up and down in a vain effort to conceal her sexuality. But the words being chanted by the audience left her in no doubt that she’d been betrayed. They were howling their encouragement from the moment they realised Jennifer’s moment of truth had arrived. “Fuck her,” they were screaming, in blind response to the huge prompt screens set up on either side of the studio. “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her”, And my god, didn’t they do just that.