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Brendan's Bondage Stories |
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The New
Morality
The Mayor desperately
wanted to maintain Courville's reputation as a respectable town, even when
other places were applying the new law without any regard for decency or
sensitivity. He was not a prudish man, but nor he did not think that a
civilized town such as Courville should be allowed to descend into savagery.
The new law was a scheme devised by the national government, supposedly as part
of the President's campaign against immorality. The law decreed that any woman
who sold her body on the street should be arrested, stripped naked and given a
public whipping. Such punishment would, the government believed, completely
destroy the unlicensed prostitution that blighted every town. The President did
not seem to mind the sex trade but he wanted it to be confined to registered
brothels, whose owners paid a hefty tax for a government license. Most people,
including the Mayor of Courville, figured that the new law was merely a
mechanism by which the national authorities could force brothels, pimps and
whores to register and pay taxes.
Courville was a small town but it
already had three licensed brothels, which were always busy. At night, however,
the downtown streets were walked by dozens of illegal, unregistered
prostitutes. These hookers were young women between the ages of eighteen and
thirty, many of them with addictions to drugs or alcohol, all of them enslaved
to ruthless pimps. The Mayor felt pity for such unfortunate females and wanted
to help them rather than punish them, but he had to abide by the new law.
Reluctantly, therefore, he ordered the local police to begin arresting the
streetwalkers.
The first girl to be arrested was a petite brunette of
nineteen called Lori Laverne. The police booked her for cocaine possession and
illegal prostitution, before referring her case to the Mayor, who reluctantly
authorized her punishment. Lori had heard about the new law but never expected
it to be carried out. She screamed and cursed as she was hauled away by two
policewomen, whose task was to prepare her for the ordeal. The bewildered teen
demanded a lawyer, but was told that the new law had special powers that
prevented any defense. There would be no trial, nor any hope of a reprieve. The
punishment would begin within one hour of her arrest.
Lori was an
incredibly beautiful girl whose stunning good looks had not yet been marred by
her drug habit. Her cowardly pimp fled in his car when she was arrested,
leaving the frightened teenager all alone. At the police department she stood
sobbing in her cell while the policewomen removed her clothes. The stripping
was rigorously supervised by several male sergeants and the Deputy Mayor. These
men were large, overweight guys who were almost as old as Lori's grandfather,
but they openly leered at her nakedness when her skimpy underwear was ripped
away. One of the sergeants had a bulge in his trousers where his erection
stiffened at the sight of the young hooker's nubile body.
In accordance
with the new law, Lori's wrists were handcuffed behind her back and she was led
out onto the main street of the town. The inhabitants of Courville were going
about their daily business, hurrying along the sidewalk or browsing the stores.
When they saw the nude brunette with her escort of male and female police
officers, the citizens looked up in startled fascination. Many people stopped
to stare, rightly guessing that Lori was the town's first recipient of the
President's new anti-prostitution law. Soon, a large and curious crowd gathered
to observe the scene. Most folk looked on in silence, their eyes appalled by
the spectacle but captivated by the image of a gorgeous naked girl being
paraded along the main street on a sunny afternoon. A few protesters yelled at
the police, calling them savages for displaying a nude woman so publicly.
However, the exciting prospect of seeing a beautiful teenage prostitute being
severely whipped was too tempting for most citizens. A noisy, boisterous mob
followed Lori and her entourage towards the stone-paved square in front of the
Mayor's residence.
The Mayor, his chubby wife and several local
dignitaries were waiting in the square. They stood near a tall wooden post that
had been set up a few days earlier. At a height of six feet from the ground the
post was adorned with two dangling ropes. Other ropes lay curled at the base. A
muscular police sergeant stood beside the post, his black-gloved hands
uncoiling a leather horsewhip.
Lori almost fainted when she saw the
whip. She yelled in panic, trying to struggle free as her escort dragged her
towards the post. Her brown hair flailed around her shoulders as she shook her
head in protest. But she was too small to resist, and soon she was pressed
against the post. Somebody pushed her face into the timber while her handcuffs
were removed. Then, while she screamed and swore, her arms were raised high
above her head and her wrists were tied to the upper set of ropes. Strong hands
held her legs so that she could not kick her captors when they bound her ankles
to the lower ropes.
By now, a crowd of several hundred citizens was
gathering to watch the punishment. Anybody who yelled insults at the police, or
who cursed the President, was promptly arrested. Most folk, however, seemed
happy to watch the show in silence. Around ninety percent of the onlookers were
male, many of whom tried to conceal the evidence of their arousal under their
coats. The Mayor's wife glanced down at her husband's groin and suggested in a
furtive whisper that he should fasten the lowest button on his jacket. The
small number of female spectators included a group of elderly nuns who praised
the President's new law while muttering prayers for Lori's salvation.
The young prostitute writhed in her bonds, unwittingly swaying her slim
hips in a sensual rhythm. Her bare bottom jiggled like a ripe peach, its deep
cleft narrowing as she clenched her supple buttocks. The leering eyes of the
audience lingered on her shapely teenage ass, which retained the pertness of
youth. Some of the men among the audience were secret but regular clients of
Lori. Like all her customers they reckoned she had the firmest rear in town,
though they were definitely eager to see her cute buns being whipped.
The burly sergeant now stood several paces behind Lori, waiting for the
agreed signal. At a nod from the Mayor, the cruel flogging commenced. The
sergeant swung the whip in a high whistling arc, bringing it forcefully down on
the terrified girl. She gave a lung-bursting yell, her lithe body stiffening. A
pink horizontal stripe reddened on her slender back. It was immediately
followed by another, then another, and many more, until her skin bore a pattern
of livid crimson welts. Lori never stopped screaming, nor did she stop cursing
her tormentors. Her mouth still snarled furiously, even when her exhausted
lungs could barely manage a hoarse whispered groan.
The sergeant next
directed the whip at Lori's bottom, laying lash after lash across her twitching
buttocks. A man in the audience started taking photographs, until a policeman
barged through the mob to confiscate the camera. Two college boys at the front
of the throng counted aloud and in unison the strokes that struck Lori's pert
derriere, their chant reaching twenty-six before the punishment switched to her
legs. Fifteen lashes seared across her twitching thighs, the pain turning her
defiant yells to pitiful sobs and whimpers.
"Enough!" the Mayor
shouted, his voice rising above the noise of the flogging. "The punishment is
now complete."
"But sir," the sergeant protested, panting heavily as he
paused in mid-stroke. "The law demands one hundred lashes for every
prostitute."
"The punishment is complete," the Mayor repeated.
"Seventy-five lashes is sufficient for a teenage girl. Disperse the crowd,
please." Wiping sweat from his brow, the sergeant coiled the whip into his belt
before barking orders to the other officers. Many of the spectators grumbled,
feeling that they had been cheated by the Mayor's leniency. Some arrests were
made, mostly of sexually-aroused men who tried to dash forward to grope the
whipped hooker. A noisy group of female students from the university hurled
abuse at the Mayor, calling him a cruel barbarian for allowing such a depraved
spectacle, but they were hauled off to a waiting police truck.
The
Deputy Mayor accompanied a local doctor to the whipping-post, where Lori hung
from her bound wrists like a rag-doll. She was still conscious, but her mind
swam in a dizzy haze of pain and terror. The doctor examined the vicious red
welts on her back, buttocks and thighs, his fingers soothing the soreness with
cream from a hospital jar. A second crowd began to gather, mustering some
distance away to observe the young prostitute being untied from the post. At
that moment, a journalist from the local TV news shoved a microphone under the
Mayor's nose and asked for an opinion.
"This has been a great day for
justice and morality," the Mayor answered solemnly. "Today we have sent a
strong message to the streetwalking whores who spoil our fine old town." "Has
Lori Laverne learned her lesson, do you think?" the journalist asked. The Mayor
shrugged nonchalantly and said: "I doubt it."
* * * * * * * The New Morality. Copyright
© Brendan X 2006. http://bondage.libriserotica.com
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