Free Bound for Glory by Sean O'Kane Page A

her desperately kicking legs, but eventually they too were shackled to the first low bar. Now she was bent over immovably, her hair hanging down over her face.
    “Get her ready, Marie,” Mercy said and Anna felt her skirt lifted and the girl’s hands pulling at her knickers. It was the most humiliating moment of her life and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She felt the scrap of lace pulled down until it was a tight line across her thighs, then the skirt was tucked firmly up at the small of her back and she was displayed for Mercy or for anyone who chose to enter the room. She struggled furiously to free her hands, wrenching them against the leather cuffs.
    “All you’ll do is cut yourself, girl,” Mercy chided her, but Anna just couldn’t stand the loss of freedom and went on struggling until the first cane stroke landed. It seemed to come out of nowhere and robbed her of breath as the initial numbness faded and an appalling, blazing stinging grew inside her. Then the second one landed and she screamed. The third stroke cut her scream off and just left her gasping and choking. Tears blinded her and her bottom was a fiery inferno that eclipsed all her problems with being tied down.
    Then Marie lifted her hair up and wiped a cool flannel over her face. “She’s fine, Mistress,” she said as she stood up again.
    “Okay, Miss Chatham,” Mercy said. “You going to tell me about keeping a disorderly house and allowing drugs to be dealt on the premises?”
    Even in her state, Anna was outraged at the blatant attempt to ramp up the charges against her.
    “No! I never did any of that!” she shouted.
    The caning began again. It was pain beyond anything Anna could ever have imagined. Three more times she heard the swooshing in the air behind her and three more strokes fell one after the other, taking no account of her ability to take them or not. She screamed and snivelled her way through them. Only in their wake did she realise that she was crying so much her nose was running. Once more Marie wiped her off and pronounced her to be alright.
    “You sure there wasn’t anything immoral and illegal going on in your villa?”
    Anna didn’t react straightaway, her senses seemed to be disorientated by the pain, she couldn’t think straight.
    “Yes! I mean, no! I don’t know!” she sobbed.
    “Tch,” Mercy said. “It’s alright girl. The cane takes them like that the first time. You just have a think about what you want to tell me.”
    Anna nearly fainted with gratitude.
    “While I beat you some more,” Mercy finished and began to beat her again immediately. Anna’s screams even deafened herself as six more lines of bitter, scalding agony were piled on.
    Marie looked at her a bit more carefully this time. “She’s ok for more if it’s needed, Mistress,” she decided eventually.
    “Oh, I don’t think it’s going to be necessary, is it Miss Chatham? You’re going to tell me there was all sorts of bad stuff going on.”
    “Yes....please! Yes, there was! There was perverted sex and drug dealing and I knew all about it, and I took money for the girls being used and I took money from the dealers. Whatever you want! Please don’t hurt me any more!” She didn’t know where the words came from, she was vaguely aware that she was making up more than Mercy was, but it didn’t matter. She just had to stop the pain.
    While Marie undid the shackles Anna heard the click as a tape machine was turned off. It didn’t seem to matter here that confessions were obtained under duress. Somehow she had to get out of here, back at home she could sort things out. But this was a nightmare.
    The two women half carried her back to her cell and gently laid her on her bunk, face down. Then through tear blurred eyes, Anna watched as Mercy strapped on a huge plastic cock and shafted Marie with it over her desk from behind. Then they turned the light out and left. Still sobbing in pain and exhaustion, Anna