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Whipped Women

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twonines said:
Love No 4.

Joan Tree is in second heaven, a new whalebone cored riding crop, a naked Barbara Moore, firmly secured to a stout whipping post, a dramatic reaction to the first searing cut to that spectacular tight little and the enchanting prospect of another twenty nine still to come.
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SHIT! That hurt!
 
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Dione was a bright young scholar and respected librarian in the Royal Archives. When the invaders came, however, they had no use for such learned women.

The first night of her captivity, she foolishly and recklessly fought back against the brute who sought to claim her maidenhood.

The next morning, she suffered for the first time the fate of any defiant slave. The reality of her new life became clearer and clearer to her with each bite of the whip against her delicate skin.
 
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Aminata had never known freedom, but she had known relative comfort and contentment as a favored handmaid to the princess.

When the Warlords from the west invaded her land, all that was torn away from her. The conquerors put her beloved Princess in chains, slit her throat on the steps of the Palace and threw her into an unmarked grave. Each night, while she could, Aminata would sneak out under cover of darkness and visit the grave, praying to the Gods that the Princess would find peaceful rest in the beyond.

Before long, all of the palace servants were rounded up and sent to be hard laborers, or bedwarmers for the soldiers. Aminata was selected for the latter, but she still stole away as often as she could to keep her nightly vigil.

When her new Masters caught her sneaking away to the gravesite, they had her strung up before her fellow slaves in the ransacked palace, to be punished according to the brutal and bloody customs of their people. No loyalty to the old regime was to be tolerated. Especially loyalty borne out of love.
 
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A War Captain's daughter was discovered laying with an imprisoned palace guard and sneaking food to insurgents. The betrayal by his own kin broke the man's heart, then hardened it. As she was a woman now, he bitterly resolved she should be shown no unique mercy.

Like any common traitor, she would be flogged until the blood flowed, then sold as a slave to their distant colonies. Even as the sound of her screams carried through the palace, he wrote her name out of his family lineage. He had no other heirs, but he could start again.
 
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