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whip from the girl who simply unbelted her dress and was immediately entirely naked. She put herself flat against the bars at the front of Anna’s cell and manipulated her small breasts between the bars, then reached up and clasped the bars with her hands.
    Meanwhile the constable was striding around behind her, clearly quite at ease with being nearly naked in the police station and with a whip in her hand. Anna backed up to the rear wall of the cell, frightened of what might happen and she watched as the constable switched on an old fashioned tape machine, slotted in a tape and began speaking.
    “It’s eight fifteen on June the 20 th , I am going to interrogate Marie Leroy about allegations she has made concerning Anna Chatham of Hilltop Villa on the East Road.”
    Then, leaving the tape running and before Anna’s astonished gaze she wheeled round and delivered a lash with what looked like her full strength across Marie’s back, making her jerk forward against the bars. The smack echoed in the bare little room and hardly before it had faded, Anna saw the constable draw the whip back again. She watched as the woman’s full lips pursed with effort as she swung the whip forward again, putting her full weight behind it. Again the smack was shockingly loud and again Marie jerked forwards, but her hands remained clasped round the bars. A third lash smacked home and Marie’s face registered pain this time but it was followed by that crafty smile aimed at Anna’s horrified expression.
    “Now tell me again what you say you saw at Miss Chatham’s house, you whore!” the constable barked at her slave.
    “I saw all kinds of drugs and stuff, Mistress,” the girl said with a sidelong sneer at Anna.
    “Is this true Miss Chatham?” the constable asked.
    “No! No of course it isn’t!” Anna protested.
    “There! You lying piece of filth!” the constable yelled at her slave and immediately began to beat her again. The girl spread her legs wider to steady herself and to Anna’s horror began to hump and rotate her hips, acknowledging each lash with a soft grunt of what increasingly sounded like pleasure.
    At some point when the girl had taken another ten or so lashes, the beating stopped again.
    “You still saying that nice Miss Chatham had drugs in her house?” the constable asked, coming up close behind her slave and stroking her back.
    “Yes, Mistress. Crack, crystal, jack, skunk, super-twos, beefy; you name it, it was all over!”
    Mercy leaned against the girl’s back and one hand came through the cell bars to cup and knead the girl’s breast.
    “I’m sorry, Anna. You can see how it is. This little piece of trash,” and here she grasped the nipple and pinched and twisted it hard, making the girl fling her head back and cry out, “has made these wicked allegations against you and I gotta get to the truth.”
    “That’s not all, Mistress,” the girl put in suddenly, openly grinning at Anna. “You should’ve seen the sheets! They was all fucking all the hours god sends! And more, I seen it!”
    “How do you mean, ‘more’?”
    Anna watched as the constable’s hand went down between the girl’s spread legs. Some of her friends were lesbian but never had she actually seen, in the flesh, one woman touch another’s sex, for some reason she couldn’t look away as the girl’s body shifted just slightly to allow for easier penetration.
    “Some of the girls were taking it up the ass! And they was doing it out by the pool. I seen them, bold as brass!”
    It was all true of course but Anna had never thought it mattered particularly, they weren’t disturbing anyone. Yes, of course there were drugs, but there were drugs everywhere these days. But it wasn’t as if they had been walking down the high street shooting up. Or buggering in the supermarket. But all of a sudden it seemed to matter a lot.
    “I’m going to give you another thirty lashes, you cheap slut. And then we’ll see if you learn some respect