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Waiting for Judicial Corporal Punishment

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The townsfolk gather to see the pirate captain’s woman humbled and flogged. They crowd together, eager to drink in every inch of her naked back and breasts as she trembles on the whipping post. Her screams will be but a temporary salve for all the money and lives lost to the marauding raider, still at large.
My Digital Trading Card take on the above.

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One hundred lashes on her naked back in the Plaza de la Libertad. Laney’s knees trembled and her throat tightened as she agonized over her horrible fate. Why did she come to this wretched and corrupt place for missionary work? She could have built houses in poor communities at home with her college friends.

If only she hadn’t tried to interfere while the soldiers were looting the village, leading to her arrest and quick trial. Pressure from the U.S. media and Amnesty International only strengthened the government’s resolve to make an example of this meddling girl, even at the potential cost of her life.

The teeming crowd roared when they saw Laney emerge stripped to the waist, exhausted and pale from a dread-filled month in prison. She began to shake when she saw the coiled instrument that would rip the soft skin from her back. Tied sweating and sobbing with her small chest pressed against the post, Laney quietly whimpered a prayer for survival. Her plea was replaced by a shrill cry at the first shocking crack of the lash.
My DTC take on the Above. Ramon71 gets all the credit, I just reformat to make a Digital Trading Card.
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Elise knew this day would come from the moment the Germans captured her with messages for the Resistance. She had steeled herself with visions of a defiant death shouting “Vive la France!” before her hanging. Instead, Elise was gripped by terror when she saw a guard approach with a multi-thonged lash. She cried out as her clothes were torn, baring her to the waist.

With her back brutally whipped to the bone, Elise slid to her knees when she was untied from the column. She was dragged to the top of the gallows, her body soaked with sweat and blood. Elise’s bare breasts with their puffy nipples heaved in front of the enthralled soldiers, their tender sides cut by the lash. Instead of patriotic exclamations, Elise’s last sounds were the begging and screams from her flogging and a loud sob as the noose was slipped around her neck.
 
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