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A Time for Punishment | android1966 | 32

 

"I'll be back for you, you bastard." You promise the judge loudly.

The man looks shocked for a split second, but then smiles as he reassured that he is in complete control of this situation.

"A boast I have heard many times." He tells you smirking. "And from far more frightening villains than yourself Morgan."

"Proceed with the prisoner's punishment." The judge instructs the whipmaster.

The brawny torturer thrusts you towards the poles and lifts you manacled hands to one of the restraining straps. You attempt to struggle, but for pure brute strength the whipmaster is far too strong. The leather strap is passed around one of your wrists and buckled uncomfortably tight. Only when your first hand is secured does the whipmaster unlock the manacles.

"Not so cocky now, are you cunt." The whipmaster growls in your ear.

Your other arm is pulled across to the opposite pole despite the fact that you writhe and strain in an attempt to prevent it being secured. The wrist is quickly strapped in place with long practiced ease by the whipmaster. As he stoops to secure your ankles you twist and tug at the binding on your wrists and find them tight and unbreakable.

You continue your fruitless struggling as both your ankles are bound to the poles, leaving you spreadeagled on the platform.

"Now for your stripping slut." The whipmaster chuckles. "The crowd will surely appreciate this part more than usual."

The whipmaster retrieves a small sharp knife from his table of implements and you realise he means to cut the clothes from your body.

 

You are stripped?


          Yes, but only to your undergarments.

 
 
 

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