Free Bound for Glory by Sean O'Kane

for the nice lady!”
    The constable stood back and resumed the whipping. This time she also began to beat the girl’s buttocks and thighs. Anna could see the tails wrapping around and snapping at the thick bush of pubic hair. But now the girl was definitely responding, writhing sensuously against the bars, crying out and throwing her head back, her expression one of intense pain or pleasure, Anna couldn’t tell which. She had seen plenty of floggings in the arenas, but they had all been at a distance or on screens and anyway, they were only real slaves. Not sex slaves like this one. A couple of her boyfriends had taken her into dungeons at various arenas but she had never paid much attention to what was being done to the slaves – why should she? – all she needed to know was that whatever it was it got the boys good and hard and they fucked her brilliantly.
    The lashes just went on falling relentlessly and the girl writhed and cried under them, her upper thighs even beginning to gleam with moisture, just as runnels of sweat began to trickle down between her breasts. It was a strangely sensual scene and Anna couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of the writhing girl, who went on panting and gasping even when the lash finally fell still.
    Mercy sauntered up behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back against herself.
    “My little fuckbunny needs some petting?” she asked. The girl nodded and suddenly Mercy reached forwards and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. “Now you going to apologise for saying all those bad things about Miss Chatham?” she growled.
    “No, Mistress.”
    Mercy turned a sorrowful face to Anna. “You see how it is? She gets ideas stuck in that silly head of hers...but maybe, just maybe, she’s telling the truth this time. Maybe I’d better ask you.” Mercy’s face turned hard, she let go of Marie’s head and the girl’s sneer was now plain to see.
    “Look, I don’t know what all this is about! It’s all lies! They were just friends. It was just a party!” she blustered.
    With a sweep of her powerful arm, Mercy pushed the girl away and unlocked the door to Anna’s cell. Anna backed away fearfully.
    “I’m afraid I’m going to have ask you to accompany me, Miss,” she said, standing in the door with arms akimbo. “If you don’t come quietly I’ll have you brought along and it’ll go all the harder with you!”
    She backed out and Anna followed, her stomach knotted with fear. The girl was calmly putting her dress back on, as if she hadn’t just been thrashed to orgasm, and she came forward to take Anna’s arm and escort her out of the room and into the corridor with Mercy following behind, making no attempt to dress. They walked down a stone flagged passage, with metal doors opening off it until they came to the end and on the left another door stood open, they went in and Anna tried to back out but just walked into Mercy’s solid bulk.
    In the centre of the floor was a simple arrangement of bars bolted down to the stone. A low, horizontal bar, at ankle height was nearest her, then there was a bar at waist height and on the far side of that another low bar. And on the wall behind them was a rack of canes.
    “No!” Anna screamed. “No! You can’t do this!”
    “Shush, child! Of course I can!” Mercy said dismissively, pushing her forwards and slamming the door. “And don’t bother screaming for help ‘cos there ain’t none.”
    Anna put up the best fight she could and by the time they had her chained down, even Mercy was breathing hard.
    “You one strong girl for a rich-bitch honky!” she acknowledged before going to the wall to select a cane. Anna could only follow this by watching her shoes. They had got her to stand beyond the first of the low bars and by brute force, Mercy had bent her forwards so that Marie could buckle cuffs around her wrists and chain her to the other low bar. Once she was tethered they could take their time about shackling