Aslin nee 8ball
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Bridewell, my Penance, my Pain
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Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
Sorry there were so many typos in the last chapter. I wrote the chapter three times and for some reason after saving I lost the whole chapter twice. I was tired of rewriting so I just posted it without proof reading.
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
Bridewell, My Penance,My Pain. Chapter 44
The governor sends a guard ahead, I am sure to make sure that his room is unoccupied when we get there. No need for one of his concubines to be there and delay his plan for me. He leans toward me and whispers “ Why so glum Pennyworth? I’ll keep my part of the bargain. Your man Richard is going to survive and soon be released. Now you just have to honor your part of the bargain. It’s time to lose that “ holier than thou” attitude and spread those pretty little legs. I know that you have wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you, Pennyworth. Just relax and enjoy the attention of a real man.” I respond “Governor Abbott you give yourself airs, I will honor the bargain only because I was blackmailed, but expect no passion on my part.”
Governor Abbott looks at me with a sparkle in his eye, “ Sometimes it’s up to a man to get his woman in the right frame of mind to get the most out of her. I have learned many ways to pleasure a woman over the years, I think you will be pleasantly surprised. This will be very enjoyable if you allow it. It’s going to happen woman, be assured of that. You may as well enjoy it.” I glare back at him, “ I will not respond to your touch, I will not return your kiss, I will not look into your eyes, and I will not meet your thrusts. You can take my body but you will never take my mind.”
“As I thought Pennyworth. I have watched you suffer the lash, the pillory, and the bastinado. I’ve seen you carry heavy stones, pound hemp for hours and push the capstan until you could push no more. Never begging, the pain flushing your skin, making your juices flow. I’ve always imagined that you were the type that needed to be dominated by your man, wanting to suffer first before you can find your release. Well I can oblige your wish. I have a full array of implements to meet those ends. First my chambers will echo with your screams of pain, I will bide my time before I take you. Then the chambers will echo with the screams of of our passionate releases.”
“ Do with me what you will.” I retort. “ The only passion you will see is the hate in my eyes, the loathing in my soul.” The guard came out of the governors room as we were heading down the hallway leading to his bed chambers. The guard states“ Everything is as you ordered sir” the governor nods and pushes me through the doorway. I am surprised at what catches my eye as I enter the room. It is some type of wooden box with four small round holes on its top. The governor wastes no time as he sits on his bed and orders me to disrobe. My fingers tremble as I begin to unbutton my prison issue dress. Soon I am naked before him as I have been many times before during my punishment. This time it bothers me, I am sure he can see the blush flow over my body. “ Pennyworth, truly the body of a goddess. Bridewell has not diminished your charms. Your breasts are still pert like a young woman, that spot between your legs so ripe and ready to be plucked, your bottom still firm and round. How I am going to enjoy our trieste.
I covered my breasts with my right arm, while my left hand covered that sacred spot between my legs. Governor Abbott called in the guard always stationed outside his bedchamber as he slid a board on the strange box, “Adams, help me secure this woman in the foot stocks.” I was grabbed from behind and moved forward until my legs were fitted into two half circles. Suddenly the governor slid the board back into place and my legs were secured near the ankles as the half circles closed. My legs were spread and locked in place, soon a hand on my back bent my body forward. Governor Abbott slid a board away and then back again as he locked my hands within the box. I stood naked and severely bent at the waist, my wrists and ankles firmly secured in the circlets of the wooden box. Once again I blushed due to my position, my bottom and the orifice between my legs uncovered and open for all to see. I heard the governor send the man away. Then he speaks to me,
“ Very appealing Pennyworth, you tease me so, opening yourself so, allowing me such access to your treasures.”
I was beginning to cramp already, my back and thigh muscles beginning to spasm in this bent over position. A grimace crossed my face as the pain started to become unbearable. “ Well my dear, I can see a little emotion starting to show thru on that stoic face of yours. Maybe I can up the ante and help you show some real emotion.” I see him pick up a small wooden paddle and move behind me. I hear the loud smack just before I feel the sting. Another blow followed quickly and the burning sting of the paddle radiated thru my bottom. Two more strokes and I could hear myself squealing in pain. A few more strokes had my body is bobbing and weaving and I begin to scream as my bottom felt like I was being attacked by a hive of bees. The burning pain courses through my body as blow after blow attacks my bottom cheeks. My voice becomes hoarse as I screamed with all my might, the blows landing with all the force he can muster.
By the time the blows finally stopped landing my whole body was on fire, my eyes filled with tears so I could not see, my body shuddered and I sobbed uncontrollably. The governor spoke his first words since he started the onslaught of blows “ Well Pennyworth, now your showing some emotion” he said as I felt his finger enter my vagina, “ My god woman you are wet down there. What a tricky little whore you are, hiding it all this time.” I didn’t speak, still engulfed by the pain of my spanking but what did it matter anyway. Did it matter if he thought I was a whore or not? He is going to rape me anyway. I agreed to this in payment for saving Richard, so in essence I “have” whored myself.
I heard the the governors drawers hit the floor and I braced myself for his assault. He spoke once again “ Have you ever been buggered Pennyworth?
I find that it really gets the attention of my women.” I shuddered as I felt his fingers spread my bottom cheeks and I felt him move forward toward my backside. I closed my eyes and my body stiffened in anticipation of his assault.
Suddenly I hear an unfamiliar voice. “ Governor , your needed now in the prisoner work area.” The governor obviously dismayed by the intrusion yelled at the guard “ Can’t you see I’m busy man. Send one of the senior guards.” The guard answered quickly, “ It’s the inspector sir. The prison inspector demands your immediate audience.” Governor Abbott cursed and I could hear him pull up his britches. “ Well Pennyworth you got a reprieve for now. Just when I had you primed and ready. But don’t you fret. If we need to, we can start all over when I get back. Don’t you move, I’ll be back for you as soon as I can.”
I had forgot about the cramping pain when I was about to be assaulted but with each passing minute standing bent in these stocks my body begins to betray me once again. I moan as I try to shift my position just the small amount that the wooden box would allow, relieving the ache in one part of my body, only to cause another part to ache and cramp. It reminded me of the all consuming pain that I felt the times I had been pilloried on the platform in the prison courtyard. This time my stay in the stocks is short lived. Two guards come into the room and remove me from the device and tell me to dress in clothes they provided. I hurriedly dress while the two men watch me. As they escorted me out of the room I ask where I was going. “Never mind” says one of the guards, “ the governor just said to tell you that you and he will meet again soon to finish your agreed upon deal.” With that they lead me out of the prison and toward a private carriage. My heart sinks once again, inside the carriage I am greeted by the smiles of my new master Miles Cowerd and his his partner Lydia.
Livia
Collin tended to Livia’s many wounds as the small boat slowly made its way toward the Destiny. This woman vexed him so. He loved her as he had back in London but he knew that trust was something very elusive when it comes to this exquisite blonde beauty. Somehow she looked so tiny and helpless in her present state, not the strong minded, scheming woman that he had know for not that long of a time. She was incorrigible, willful, deceitful, and downright stubborn but somehow, even after this escape attempt that threatened his position on the Destiny, she still had his heart.
The captain stood on deck, his legs spread and arms folded over his chest. As Collin walked past him, the captain said “ Next time she gets keel-hauled, mr Lawson. “ If you can’t control her I will, and you’ll find your position gone. Sent back to seaman manning the masts and sails. Don’t make me have to do that, son.” Collin carried Livia’s half conscious body wrapped in a coarse blanket to his quarters.he gently laid her upon his bed and then sent one of the cabin boys to fetch the ships doctor. It didn’t take long for the old curmudgeon of a doctor to arrive. Collin watched intently as the doctor physically checked each of her wounds, his hands touching and caressing to an excess. The first mate wanted to pummel the old pervert but thought better of it, realizing he was already on thin ice with the Captain.
The surgeon rubbed some type of salve on the wounds on Livia’s body paying special attention to those on her breasts and bottom. He wrapped the worst wounds with bandages and said that he would send a draught for her to drink to help with the pain and help her sleep. As The old man left , he said that he would return in two days to recheck the wounds. The first mate was glad to see the surgeon leave. He looked at Livia bandaged and in obvious pain as he could hear her moaning weakly. Collin decided he would wait until the draught arrived from the doctor and once she slept, he would return to his duties.
Livia remembered Collin making her drink the awful tasting liquid and soon after the pain subsided a little, thankfully sleep took over for a while. But her sleep was fitful and she awoke in pain several times. She had some dreams also, she thought she was back at Bridewell being pulled naked behind the ox cart in front of the platform filled with her aristocratic peers. She dreamed of the lash crashing into her naked back. She could hear herself screaming, she could see her blood flowing down her back and legs. She could see her old rich friends laughing at her and gesturing to one another in obvious enjoyment of the spectacle they were observing. She saw herself look to her former husband Miles Cowerd, looking for help, but all she saw was a look of satisfaction and contempt for her. The pain would wake her in the middle of the dream but soon the fitful sleep would return and with it the vivid dreams.
It took over a week before Livia was able to be up and about. She was thankful for that and the fact that the old fart of a doctor did not have to “tend” to her wounds anymore. She wouldn’t miss his hands all over her body. She was pretty sure the old guy was smitten with her and missed his chance to fondle her, after all she offered no resistance to his roaming fingers. Who knows, she might need his help to get out of this predicament. Collin wasn’t taking any chances with her now. He was keeping a sailer at the door of his cabin to make sure Livia didn’t slip away again. The first mate didn’t take the Captains threat idly. Livia had made a fool of him once. It wasn’t going to happen again.
Collin had been trying to convince Livia that the best course of action would be to deliver Livia to the Turbot Street whorehouse in Brisbane, the capital of Morton Colony, Australia. It would be easier if she was delivered to the sentenced address and then Collin would not be suspected in her escape as he would be, should she try again to escape while still under the authority of the ship’s captain. The ship had set sail and there were no more stops before the ship docked in Brisbane.
The prisoners were told to get all of their belongings together the morning of the day that the Destiny was scheduled to dock on the outskirts of Brisbane. Livia did as instructed and wrapped what little belongings she had in a blanket and proceeded to take her prescribed place in line with the rest of the prisoners. As soon as the ship docked and lines secured the prisoners were led in groups of four down the gangplank and onto the wooden dock. Members of the local constabulary awaited the prisoners. After identifying the prisoners the four were rushed into a small building where they were made to disrobe, their prison dresses collected, they were soaped down with lye by women with long handled brushes, then each convict was able to dip into a warm tub of water. Livia gratefully appreciated the warm water, the first she had felt for several months. They were hurried out the back door of the building,naked and still wet, as other prisoners were rushed in the front door.
Outside the building Livia tried to cover her nakedness as they were handed undergarments and dresses by several of the men surrounding them. They all had to dress in full view of the men and had to listen to the catcalls as the men got a glimpse of breasts, bottoms, and the hairy juncture of their long legs. Livia hurried to dress and was the first to finish. Immediately a large man moved forward and grabbed her arm. “ Missy, you come with me. Mr Cowerd been waiting for you to arrive for some time. Best we don’t make him wait.” Livia was confused, how could Miles be here? Did he take a fast schooner to get here before I did? I believe he still must care for me. Was everything just a ruse?
The whorehouse on Turbot Street was a fine looking building, thought Livia as they arrived at the destination. It looked more like a rich mans mansion. Livia actually hurried up the stone walkway, anxious to gain entrance to the building and reunite with Miles. She was brought to a room that looked like a library, with books all over. In walked a man dressed elegantly. It was Miles she thought but there was something different. This man who looked like Miles had a scar on his chin, an old scar. The man seeing the surprise on her face spoke for the first “ Livia, welcome, I’ve heard so much about you. Let me introduce myself, my name is Charles Cowerd, the twin brother of your former husband.” Livia was shocked and disappointed, thinking she was going to be saved by Miles.
Charles spoke again “ Livia please remove your clothing. I’d like to see what you have to offer our customers?” Livia hesitated which caused Charles to step forward and slap her hard across her face. “ There is no hesitation here woman, any disobedience will be dealt with immediately and harshly. Livia’s hands flew to her collar and she began to quickly disrobe. Defiantly she stood naked before him. “Ah very nice, a pretty face and a fine body” he said. “ We will charge top dollar for you, my dear” Livia spat back “ I am no ones whore. I choose who I lay with and who I don’t!” Charles laughed “ Oh, my dear. You are confused about our clientele. We cater to a small niche of the very rich in Brisbane. Those who pay for you may want to bed you but that is not their primary reason for buying time with you. Our clients have special interests, ones that only we can supply them. Our clients primary interest is to cause pain. The screams of their victims are what excites them. Whips, canes, pliers, chains and hot irons are they’re paint brushes and you will be their canvas. They may choose to shag you but only after they tire of listening to you scream. By that time, my dear, I am sure that you will be begging them to take you.
( to be continued)
The governor sends a guard ahead, I am sure to make sure that his room is unoccupied when we get there. No need for one of his concubines to be there and delay his plan for me. He leans toward me and whispers “ Why so glum Pennyworth? I’ll keep my part of the bargain. Your man Richard is going to survive and soon be released. Now you just have to honor your part of the bargain. It’s time to lose that “ holier than thou” attitude and spread those pretty little legs. I know that you have wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you, Pennyworth. Just relax and enjoy the attention of a real man.” I respond “Governor Abbott you give yourself airs, I will honor the bargain only because I was blackmailed, but expect no passion on my part.”
Governor Abbott looks at me with a sparkle in his eye, “ Sometimes it’s up to a man to get his woman in the right frame of mind to get the most out of her. I have learned many ways to pleasure a woman over the years, I think you will be pleasantly surprised. This will be very enjoyable if you allow it. It’s going to happen woman, be assured of that. You may as well enjoy it.” I glare back at him, “ I will not respond to your touch, I will not return your kiss, I will not look into your eyes, and I will not meet your thrusts. You can take my body but you will never take my mind.”
“As I thought Pennyworth. I have watched you suffer the lash, the pillory, and the bastinado. I’ve seen you carry heavy stones, pound hemp for hours and push the capstan until you could push no more. Never begging, the pain flushing your skin, making your juices flow. I’ve always imagined that you were the type that needed to be dominated by your man, wanting to suffer first before you can find your release. Well I can oblige your wish. I have a full array of implements to meet those ends. First my chambers will echo with your screams of pain, I will bide my time before I take you. Then the chambers will echo with the screams of of our passionate releases.”
“ Do with me what you will.” I retort. “ The only passion you will see is the hate in my eyes, the loathing in my soul.” The guard came out of the governors room as we were heading down the hallway leading to his bed chambers. The guard states“ Everything is as you ordered sir” the governor nods and pushes me through the doorway. I am surprised at what catches my eye as I enter the room. It is some type of wooden box with four small round holes on its top. The governor wastes no time as he sits on his bed and orders me to disrobe. My fingers tremble as I begin to unbutton my prison issue dress. Soon I am naked before him as I have been many times before during my punishment. This time it bothers me, I am sure he can see the blush flow over my body. “ Pennyworth, truly the body of a goddess. Bridewell has not diminished your charms. Your breasts are still pert like a young woman, that spot between your legs so ripe and ready to be plucked, your bottom still firm and round. How I am going to enjoy our trieste.
I covered my breasts with my right arm, while my left hand covered that sacred spot between my legs. Governor Abbott called in the guard always stationed outside his bedchamber as he slid a board on the strange box, “Adams, help me secure this woman in the foot stocks.” I was grabbed from behind and moved forward until my legs were fitted into two half circles. Suddenly the governor slid the board back into place and my legs were secured near the ankles as the half circles closed. My legs were spread and locked in place, soon a hand on my back bent my body forward. Governor Abbott slid a board away and then back again as he locked my hands within the box. I stood naked and severely bent at the waist, my wrists and ankles firmly secured in the circlets of the wooden box. Once again I blushed due to my position, my bottom and the orifice between my legs uncovered and open for all to see. I heard the governor send the man away. Then he speaks to me,
“ Very appealing Pennyworth, you tease me so, opening yourself so, allowing me such access to your treasures.”
I was beginning to cramp already, my back and thigh muscles beginning to spasm in this bent over position. A grimace crossed my face as the pain started to become unbearable. “ Well my dear, I can see a little emotion starting to show thru on that stoic face of yours. Maybe I can up the ante and help you show some real emotion.” I see him pick up a small wooden paddle and move behind me. I hear the loud smack just before I feel the sting. Another blow followed quickly and the burning sting of the paddle radiated thru my bottom. Two more strokes and I could hear myself squealing in pain. A few more strokes had my body is bobbing and weaving and I begin to scream as my bottom felt like I was being attacked by a hive of bees. The burning pain courses through my body as blow after blow attacks my bottom cheeks. My voice becomes hoarse as I screamed with all my might, the blows landing with all the force he can muster.
By the time the blows finally stopped landing my whole body was on fire, my eyes filled with tears so I could not see, my body shuddered and I sobbed uncontrollably. The governor spoke his first words since he started the onslaught of blows “ Well Pennyworth, now your showing some emotion” he said as I felt his finger enter my vagina, “ My god woman you are wet down there. What a tricky little whore you are, hiding it all this time.” I didn’t speak, still engulfed by the pain of my spanking but what did it matter anyway. Did it matter if he thought I was a whore or not? He is going to rape me anyway. I agreed to this in payment for saving Richard, so in essence I “have” whored myself.
I heard the the governors drawers hit the floor and I braced myself for his assault. He spoke once again “ Have you ever been buggered Pennyworth?
I find that it really gets the attention of my women.” I shuddered as I felt his fingers spread my bottom cheeks and I felt him move forward toward my backside. I closed my eyes and my body stiffened in anticipation of his assault.
Suddenly I hear an unfamiliar voice. “ Governor , your needed now in the prisoner work area.” The governor obviously dismayed by the intrusion yelled at the guard “ Can’t you see I’m busy man. Send one of the senior guards.” The guard answered quickly, “ It’s the inspector sir. The prison inspector demands your immediate audience.” Governor Abbott cursed and I could hear him pull up his britches. “ Well Pennyworth you got a reprieve for now. Just when I had you primed and ready. But don’t you fret. If we need to, we can start all over when I get back. Don’t you move, I’ll be back for you as soon as I can.”
I had forgot about the cramping pain when I was about to be assaulted but with each passing minute standing bent in these stocks my body begins to betray me once again. I moan as I try to shift my position just the small amount that the wooden box would allow, relieving the ache in one part of my body, only to cause another part to ache and cramp. It reminded me of the all consuming pain that I felt the times I had been pilloried on the platform in the prison courtyard. This time my stay in the stocks is short lived. Two guards come into the room and remove me from the device and tell me to dress in clothes they provided. I hurriedly dress while the two men watch me. As they escorted me out of the room I ask where I was going. “Never mind” says one of the guards, “ the governor just said to tell you that you and he will meet again soon to finish your agreed upon deal.” With that they lead me out of the prison and toward a private carriage. My heart sinks once again, inside the carriage I am greeted by the smiles of my new master Miles Cowerd and his his partner Lydia.
Livia
Collin tended to Livia’s many wounds as the small boat slowly made its way toward the Destiny. This woman vexed him so. He loved her as he had back in London but he knew that trust was something very elusive when it comes to this exquisite blonde beauty. Somehow she looked so tiny and helpless in her present state, not the strong minded, scheming woman that he had know for not that long of a time. She was incorrigible, willful, deceitful, and downright stubborn but somehow, even after this escape attempt that threatened his position on the Destiny, she still had his heart.
The captain stood on deck, his legs spread and arms folded over his chest. As Collin walked past him, the captain said “ Next time she gets keel-hauled, mr Lawson. “ If you can’t control her I will, and you’ll find your position gone. Sent back to seaman manning the masts and sails. Don’t make me have to do that, son.” Collin carried Livia’s half conscious body wrapped in a coarse blanket to his quarters.he gently laid her upon his bed and then sent one of the cabin boys to fetch the ships doctor. It didn’t take long for the old curmudgeon of a doctor to arrive. Collin watched intently as the doctor physically checked each of her wounds, his hands touching and caressing to an excess. The first mate wanted to pummel the old pervert but thought better of it, realizing he was already on thin ice with the Captain.
The surgeon rubbed some type of salve on the wounds on Livia’s body paying special attention to those on her breasts and bottom. He wrapped the worst wounds with bandages and said that he would send a draught for her to drink to help with the pain and help her sleep. As The old man left , he said that he would return in two days to recheck the wounds. The first mate was glad to see the surgeon leave. He looked at Livia bandaged and in obvious pain as he could hear her moaning weakly. Collin decided he would wait until the draught arrived from the doctor and once she slept, he would return to his duties.
Livia remembered Collin making her drink the awful tasting liquid and soon after the pain subsided a little, thankfully sleep took over for a while. But her sleep was fitful and she awoke in pain several times. She had some dreams also, she thought she was back at Bridewell being pulled naked behind the ox cart in front of the platform filled with her aristocratic peers. She dreamed of the lash crashing into her naked back. She could hear herself screaming, she could see her blood flowing down her back and legs. She could see her old rich friends laughing at her and gesturing to one another in obvious enjoyment of the spectacle they were observing. She saw herself look to her former husband Miles Cowerd, looking for help, but all she saw was a look of satisfaction and contempt for her. The pain would wake her in the middle of the dream but soon the fitful sleep would return and with it the vivid dreams.
It took over a week before Livia was able to be up and about. She was thankful for that and the fact that the old fart of a doctor did not have to “tend” to her wounds anymore. She wouldn’t miss his hands all over her body. She was pretty sure the old guy was smitten with her and missed his chance to fondle her, after all she offered no resistance to his roaming fingers. Who knows, she might need his help to get out of this predicament. Collin wasn’t taking any chances with her now. He was keeping a sailer at the door of his cabin to make sure Livia didn’t slip away again. The first mate didn’t take the Captains threat idly. Livia had made a fool of him once. It wasn’t going to happen again.
Collin had been trying to convince Livia that the best course of action would be to deliver Livia to the Turbot Street whorehouse in Brisbane, the capital of Morton Colony, Australia. It would be easier if she was delivered to the sentenced address and then Collin would not be suspected in her escape as he would be, should she try again to escape while still under the authority of the ship’s captain. The ship had set sail and there were no more stops before the ship docked in Brisbane.
The prisoners were told to get all of their belongings together the morning of the day that the Destiny was scheduled to dock on the outskirts of Brisbane. Livia did as instructed and wrapped what little belongings she had in a blanket and proceeded to take her prescribed place in line with the rest of the prisoners. As soon as the ship docked and lines secured the prisoners were led in groups of four down the gangplank and onto the wooden dock. Members of the local constabulary awaited the prisoners. After identifying the prisoners the four were rushed into a small building where they were made to disrobe, their prison dresses collected, they were soaped down with lye by women with long handled brushes, then each convict was able to dip into a warm tub of water. Livia gratefully appreciated the warm water, the first she had felt for several months. They were hurried out the back door of the building,naked and still wet, as other prisoners were rushed in the front door.
Outside the building Livia tried to cover her nakedness as they were handed undergarments and dresses by several of the men surrounding them. They all had to dress in full view of the men and had to listen to the catcalls as the men got a glimpse of breasts, bottoms, and the hairy juncture of their long legs. Livia hurried to dress and was the first to finish. Immediately a large man moved forward and grabbed her arm. “ Missy, you come with me. Mr Cowerd been waiting for you to arrive for some time. Best we don’t make him wait.” Livia was confused, how could Miles be here? Did he take a fast schooner to get here before I did? I believe he still must care for me. Was everything just a ruse?
The whorehouse on Turbot Street was a fine looking building, thought Livia as they arrived at the destination. It looked more like a rich mans mansion. Livia actually hurried up the stone walkway, anxious to gain entrance to the building and reunite with Miles. She was brought to a room that looked like a library, with books all over. In walked a man dressed elegantly. It was Miles she thought but there was something different. This man who looked like Miles had a scar on his chin, an old scar. The man seeing the surprise on her face spoke for the first “ Livia, welcome, I’ve heard so much about you. Let me introduce myself, my name is Charles Cowerd, the twin brother of your former husband.” Livia was shocked and disappointed, thinking she was going to be saved by Miles.
Charles spoke again “ Livia please remove your clothing. I’d like to see what you have to offer our customers?” Livia hesitated which caused Charles to step forward and slap her hard across her face. “ There is no hesitation here woman, any disobedience will be dealt with immediately and harshly. Livia’s hands flew to her collar and she began to quickly disrobe. Defiantly she stood naked before him. “Ah very nice, a pretty face and a fine body” he said. “ We will charge top dollar for you, my dear” Livia spat back “ I am no ones whore. I choose who I lay with and who I don’t!” Charles laughed “ Oh, my dear. You are confused about our clientele. We cater to a small niche of the very rich in Brisbane. Those who pay for you may want to bed you but that is not their primary reason for buying time with you. Our clients have special interests, ones that only we can supply them. Our clients primary interest is to cause pain. The screams of their victims are what excites them. Whips, canes, pliers, chains and hot irons are they’re paint brushes and you will be their canvas. They may choose to shag you but only after they tire of listening to you scream. By that time, my dear, I am sure that you will be begging them to take you.
( to be continued)
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Wow, what an incredible chapter!
Lucky girls!
Did you happen to catch that address on Turbot St ? Asking for a friend…
Pennyworth’s heart skips a beat - her months of servitude and pain at Brideswell have begun opening her up to accept a very dark truth…
And nearly swoon at the effect this sight has upon my wet pussy
She’s soaking in the waves of her unspoken, latent lust, threatening to overwhelm her and throwing her to the deepest subspace
Like a flash, from a hidden part of her soul, a voice, “yes, Master, but please don’t be so gentle like before…?”
Wow! And Livia wins the lottery of pain as well!!!
Lucky girls!
Did you happen to catch that address on Turbot St ? Asking for a friend…
Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
No addresses on Turbot street. The type of clientele that frequent this street, already know where they are going. They are truly refined and well practiced with insatiable needs and extraordinary technique.
ianwarrick
Magistrate
An interesting variation on whipped at the carts tail. Never thought about a prisoner whipped at a carts tail around the inner Bridewell yard. Would be quite a spectacle, although I would rather see a single tail whip used and not a cat o nine as would still be severe, but not as harsh
ianwarrick
Magistrate
The swearing should also have earned Pennyworth a 20 stroke caning 10 from Matron and 10 from Parker next morning in front of the assembled inmates
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
I beg to differ, I find the cat almost therapeutic while a good signal whip when cracked leaves scarring welts, anf normal bdsm strikes leave magnificent welts tgat look amazing with elevated pain. I’m a painslut so prefer s good single tail because it hurts more. YMMV
I used to think the cat would hurt more because of the extra tails and have enjoyed one for 30 years but a single tail allows for a more concentrated force delivery at a single whip lash thst can really do serious damage if cracked into flesh.
ianwarrick
Magistrate
Thanks for reply. Learn something every day as they say.