Now Mister Shepherd she is all yours …”
The overseer smashed the bullwhip, his preferred whip of choice, on the rutted, dusty ground …
“… once I have spoken with Miss McCown.” The Lieutenant slowly approached the post where the poor girl hung in the chains and shackles. XXX Hot leaving you behind, with no more than a bitter, broken promise …”
She gasped, protesting timidly, “That’s nothing Lieutenant, but a lie! The hard crack on her legs pushed another pathetic cry from her parched throat …
“Where … Mary, the house-slave, was leaving the side lines and making her audacious way forward towards the whipping post. “I knew you would, I saw strength in your eyes, the day we arrived.”
Lost in the shame of mortification and pain, she looked away. The pathetic vision which she offered drew a combination of lust-fuelled smiles and
