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throughout but now she felt an urgent desire to close them, to squeeze her thighs together and savour the moist heat in her sex. She fidgeted and again realised she wasn't alone. Her companions were doing the same.
Carlo turned and his look stilled them immediately. The fourth and fifth lashes fell. The girl was now giving squeals at each lash, her feet pulling at their bonds, her wrists twisting in their restraints.
Thwack!
Thwack!
The tracks of the caning were being carefully laid in a neat and closely spaced ladder down the proffered bottom. The squeals were fading into sobs and moans. But they rapidly escalated into full-blooded screams for the last three, as the cane was laid on so that its tracks crossed the previous welts. By the time it was over, the victim's panting and gasping were to some extent reflected by the female onlookers. Tara realised her chest was heaving and her throat was dry. But there was one more ritual to observe. In a way it was similar to the one the previous night when the redhead had appeared to cooperate with the man who had flogged her. In this instance the cane wielder put his implement down and reaching across the girl, spread her labia wide open, so the pinkly vulnerable inner sex flesh was exposed. Then he ran one finger up the crease of the vulva, stood up and theatrically smelled it. He laughed delightedly and then wiped it on one buttock before freeing her. She clasped her hands to her flaming backside immediately and limped over to the food where she was served a meagre portion and led back to her cell.
And so it went on. Each time the loser was caned. One girl getting fifteen stinging lashes for an abject performance. Tara watched carefully, even as she grappled with her mounting excitement at the prospect of performing so lewdly and humiliatingly in front of this audience of cruel men. And then, at the very last her number came up and she was matched with a rather chubby brunette who, while being of more solid build than Tara, didn't look to her nearly as fit.
As ever, the will to win consumed her as she stepped forward almost eagerly. And as their wrists were chained, she laid her plans. She felt how the other girl was wrapping her fingers round the chain while they waited for Carlo's signal. As soon as he shouted, the brunette yanked forward hard, trying to pull her after her, but Tara simply put her left leg out in front of the other girl and let her own momentum trip her over it, she leaned to her left to avoid the chain dragging her over as the girl went down, then twisted and pulled with all her strength, keeping her feet well clear of the girl's free arm. Even though her body was heavy and she wriggled like an eel, Tara was simply too strong. She even managed to grasp the flailing arm as it groped desperately for something to hang onto and then with both the girl's hands imprisoned it was no contest. Tara backed into the bulkhead practically before the guards had even begun yelling encouragement.
She stood up proudly. She had won in less than half the time the others had taken and had hardly broken sweat. She flicked her hair back and looked over at Carlo; at the sight of his face all her pride and pleasure vanished. He was tight lipped and pale with fury.
Chapter 6
He didn't bother with asking for thumbs up or down, instead he simply barked an order for the brunette to be given fifteen with the cane and then to Tara's dismay he ordered her taken above decks for special attention as he termed it.
"This bitch thinks she's something special," he snarled. "Well we'll see how special she feels after an hour of Carlo's whip!"
She opened her mouth to protest but one glance at Carlo's furious expression decided her against breaking the rule of silence. She seemed to be in enough trouble, but why? What had she done wrong? And even as she struggled to come to terms with the unfairness of it all, a part of her was quailing in terror at the prospect of an
Carlo turned and his look stilled them immediately. The fourth and fifth lashes fell. The girl was now giving squeals at each lash, her feet pulling at their bonds, her wrists twisting in their restraints.
Thwack!
Thwack!
The tracks of the caning were being carefully laid in a neat and closely spaced ladder down the proffered bottom. The squeals were fading into sobs and moans. But they rapidly escalated into full-blooded screams for the last three, as the cane was laid on so that its tracks crossed the previous welts. By the time it was over, the victim's panting and gasping were to some extent reflected by the female onlookers. Tara realised her chest was heaving and her throat was dry. But there was one more ritual to observe. In a way it was similar to the one the previous night when the redhead had appeared to cooperate with the man who had flogged her. In this instance the cane wielder put his implement down and reaching across the girl, spread her labia wide open, so the pinkly vulnerable inner sex flesh was exposed. Then he ran one finger up the crease of the vulva, stood up and theatrically smelled it. He laughed delightedly and then wiped it on one buttock before freeing her. She clasped her hands to her flaming backside immediately and limped over to the food where she was served a meagre portion and led back to her cell.
And so it went on. Each time the loser was caned. One girl getting fifteen stinging lashes for an abject performance. Tara watched carefully, even as she grappled with her mounting excitement at the prospect of performing so lewdly and humiliatingly in front of this audience of cruel men. And then, at the very last her number came up and she was matched with a rather chubby brunette who, while being of more solid build than Tara, didn't look to her nearly as fit.
As ever, the will to win consumed her as she stepped forward almost eagerly. And as their wrists were chained, she laid her plans. She felt how the other girl was wrapping her fingers round the chain while they waited for Carlo's signal. As soon as he shouted, the brunette yanked forward hard, trying to pull her after her, but Tara simply put her left leg out in front of the other girl and let her own momentum trip her over it, she leaned to her left to avoid the chain dragging her over as the girl went down, then twisted and pulled with all her strength, keeping her feet well clear of the girl's free arm. Even though her body was heavy and she wriggled like an eel, Tara was simply too strong. She even managed to grasp the flailing arm as it groped desperately for something to hang onto and then with both the girl's hands imprisoned it was no contest. Tara backed into the bulkhead practically before the guards had even begun yelling encouragement.
She stood up proudly. She had won in less than half the time the others had taken and had hardly broken sweat. She flicked her hair back and looked over at Carlo; at the sight of his face all her pride and pleasure vanished. He was tight lipped and pale with fury.
Chapter 6
He didn't bother with asking for thumbs up or down, instead he simply barked an order for the brunette to be given fifteen with the cane and then to Tara's dismay he ordered her taken above decks for special attention as he termed it.
"This bitch thinks she's something special," he snarled. "Well we'll see how special she feels after an hour of Carlo's whip!"
She opened her mouth to protest but one glance at Carlo's furious expression decided her against breaking the rule of silence. She seemed to be in enough trouble, but why? What had she done wrong? And even as she struggled to come to terms with the unfairness of it all, a part of her was quailing in terror at the prospect of an
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