fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
The last public group flogging was just after Christmas. Lift everyone's spirits in the middle of winter, I suppose. Everyone's but ours, of course. Now, three months on, it's been decided another one is just what's required to mark Easter and the start of spring. And so, once again, I find myself at the head of a scared and naked coffle of men and women, awaiting the order to move off and meet our fate. In the distance we can even hear the crack of the bull whip as the executioner warms up both himself and the crowd, which cheers with every stroke which cuts the air.
Our three months in the dungeon have not been pleasant. We are filthy, we've been beaten and abused every single day. Some of us have even been branded - I myself will bear the word FAT on my left buttock, and SLUT on my right, to the end of my days. Some of the women, and the men, have been forcefully sodomized so many times, they now find walking difficult. All of us have had our pubes shaved clean. Nothing to hide our genitals from the cruel, humiliating stares they're about to receive.
The guards thought it very funny to put me at the head of the line. "Let everyone have a good laugh at this grotesque gut bucket!" they jeered. "Get her out of the way first - we've got much prettier girls for everyone to stare at after that!"
My hands are cuffed behind my back. The chain runs from my collar to the collar of the naked prisoner behind, so close I can feel hoarse, gasping breath on my back. Then they speak, words barely audible, whispered in my ear....
(Ah, but who's in the line behind me? And behind them, and behind them? As before, volunteers please!)
Our three months in the dungeon have not been pleasant. We are filthy, we've been beaten and abused every single day. Some of us have even been branded - I myself will bear the word FAT on my left buttock, and SLUT on my right, to the end of my days. Some of the women, and the men, have been forcefully sodomized so many times, they now find walking difficult. All of us have had our pubes shaved clean. Nothing to hide our genitals from the cruel, humiliating stares they're about to receive.
The guards thought it very funny to put me at the head of the line. "Let everyone have a good laugh at this grotesque gut bucket!" they jeered. "Get her out of the way first - we've got much prettier girls for everyone to stare at after that!"
My hands are cuffed behind my back. The chain runs from my collar to the collar of the naked prisoner behind, so close I can feel hoarse, gasping breath on my back. Then they speak, words barely audible, whispered in my ear....
(Ah, but who's in the line behind me? And behind them, and behind them? As before, volunteers please!)