Megan and Linda were chained and leashed to a wall outside the room that contained the whipping posts.   Megan asked Linda, “What’s going on?   I thought my first whipping was at least a few days off.”

Linda said, “I don’t know.   This isn’t on my whipping schedule either.   They changed something.”

A few minutes later,  cunt 4391  showed up, led there by cunt 3905.   Cunt 3905 fastened Andi to the wall next to the others and said, “You will be a trio this morning.  It won’t be a terrible whipping, but whippings are always bad.   I’ll be back to take you to your next appointments after the whippings are done.”

After cunt 3905 left, Andi said, “This will be my first whipping.   I don’t know what’s going on.”

Megan said, “It’s my first one, too, and it’s ahead of schedule.   Linda’s is ahead of schedule, too.   Does it have anything to do with the movie?”

Andi sighed.   “It might.   They haven’t kept me up to date on it for a while, but it was supposed to start soon.”

Shortly after that, a guard led three whipped women out of the room, and a trusty took Megan, Linda, and Andi inside.   She made a phone call and had their collars set to shock them if they left the room, then, one at a time, got leather cuffs on them and chained them to the tops of the whipping posts with their backs to the posts.   Megan noticed that all the posts had cameras trained on them.   They waited for a long time, or at least a long time to a nude woman chained to a whipping post, expecting a whipping.   Finally, a guard came in, took off his shirt, and picked up a short, springy leather whip.   He looked at a list on a clipboard, then approached Andi.   He looked her over, then put three welts across her stomach, then one last into her pussy.   He went to Linda next, and did the same to her, except that one of the stomach stripes went across her breasts.   When he approached Megan, he looked her over, then put two stripes on her breasts and a good lash to her pussy.  

After all three were whipped, two other guards came in the room.   The three guards spoke quietly to each other, laughed, then put on condoms and approached the slaves.   Each picked a slave and entered her, fucking roughly.   The one that chose Megan had a lot of staying power;   he used her far longer than the other two guards used their selected slaves.   When he was done, he smiled at Megan and said, “You have a well-earned reputation for being a good fuck.”   All three guards left the room, and the freshly-whipped slaves hung from the whipping posts for another half hour.   Cunt 3905 came in with two other trustys.   They had some kind of ointment with them, which they rubbed into the welts.   Cunt 3905 said, “This will help the welts heal faster and go down sooner.”   When the ointment was applied, the trustys released them from the posts and reapplied their chains.   Just before they were led out, cunt 3905 called someone to get their collar restrictions removed.

Cunt 3905 led them to a slave chow hall, chained them to the table, then unlocked their hands.   Attendant slaves brought lunch to them and to cunt 3905, a better lunch than Megan had seen yet in the prison.   They must be making the viewing audience happy.   They were allowed plenty of time, so they sat and conversed.   Finally, cunt 3905 said, “We have other appointments for you, so stand up so I can get your chains on you.”   When they were restrained again, cunt 3905 led them out and took them to a bathroom, the one that Linda and Megan had used together several days ago.   She called the security desk and had their collars restrict them to the bathroom, then said, “Shower.   Make yourselves look pretty.   You have  two hours.”   She took off their chains and left them to their task.

The three of them got into the shower.   Andi was watching Megan and Linda, and finally asked them, “You seem to be showing off for the cameras.”

Megan said, “Yes, we are.   We found that the more you play to the cameras, the better the food.   Don’t get too obvious.”   Megan finished her shower and went to get a razor and shaving soap, then sat under the hot shower and shaved herself, removing all stubble below her neck.   She made it a fine show.   When she was done, she dried herself and used a blow drier on her hair.   She brushed it out, taking a long time and making it look nice.   She noticed that the cameras that could be aimed were watching her during this, so she figured out another way of displaying herself.   She turned to show profile and continued her brushing.

After an hour and a half, they were all done;   they had done as much as they could with what was provided to them.   They sat on a bench bolted to one wall, waiting for their keepers to come and take them to their next ordeal.   Shortly after they sat, cunt 3905 came in, confirming Megan’s guess that the video surveillance also let them know when to collect their bathed slaves.   Cunt 3905 said, “Stand up and present submissive position 4.”   They all stood, spread their legs, and put their hands behind their heads.   Cunt 3905 inspected them closely.   She finally said, “Good job.   No stubble, hair is beautiful, absolutely fuckable.   Let’s get you in your chains.”

Megan decided to take a small chance.   “If you would give me my chains, I’d put on the leg irons and put the belly chains around my waist.”   Cunt 3905 smiled at her and said, “That’s a nice offer.   Here.”   She handed Megan the chains, and Megan sat on the bench to put on her leg irons.   She tightened them as much as cunt 3905 did, then looped the belly chains around her and fastened the lock.   While she did that, cunt 3905 handcuffed the other two, then turned back to Megan.   “You did a good job.”   She fastened Megan’s  wrists into the handcuffs on the belly chains, set the double lock, then bent down and set the double lock on the leg irons.   “That’s to keep them from tightening up and damaging you.”   Cunt 3905 then locked leashes on all three of them and led them from the room.   Megan was worried when they were led out because their collars had been set to restrict them to the shower room, but they must have been watching and reset the restriction before cunt 3905 led them out.   She led them to a conference room near the entrance, hooked their leashes to snap hooks on the wall, and stepped out of the room.   She returned shortly after that with  four ball gags.   “Sorry, dearies, but orders are orders.”   She gagged each of the restrained women, then put the last gag into her own mouth.   After that, she took up a station by the door.   Megan could tell how long they stood there because there was a clock on the wall;   it was something missing from almost all other rooms in the prison, at least the ones she was in.   After twenty minutes, four men walked into the conference room.   Megan looked at Andi, who seemed to recognize at least one of them.   That was confirmed when one of them came over to her and gave her a hug.

The man looked at her almost tenderly.   Andi’s expression was hard to read, with the ball gag, but it appeared to be a mixture of affection and irritation.   After he hugged her, he caressed her breasts, then said, “We have some announcements to make, then I’ll take out your gag and we can talk.   After that, we can talk to these two.   After all of that, the prison officials  will take all of us to a sex room where the three of you will entertain us.”

The men sat, leaving the slaves to stand, bound and gagged.   Another one of the men spoke.   “We have the scheduling cleared up.   We will start filming the prison scenes next week.   These two will be playing the roles of the prison friends that the script had, with some changes to the script to make their roles much like their real situations.   It may help them in acting it.   We had you whipped a little because the first scenes filmed require faded  whip marks.   During the filming, you won’t get any punishments that aren’t part of the script, but there will be a lot of those.   We have changed the script to include some of the punishments available in this prison that weren’t in the original script.   Andi, the role of your husband will be played by Bill,” and as he said that he motioned to the man to his right, who nodded at Andi.   “You’ve met.   You two will be having sex for the next few days so that your sex in the movie will look like sex between two people that are used to sex with each other.   You two,” he motioned to Linda and Megan, “will get sex from the actors playing your husbands to get you used to them.   We will  give you scripts  so you can  learn your lines, and you will all stay in the same large cell from now until the end of the prison scene filming.   After that, Andi will leave the prison to film the before-prison and after-prison scenes.   At least one of you other two will also have some before or after prison scenes filmed outside the prison, but one of you has some restrictions that may keep you in here;   we’ll get that sorted out later.   I am the director.   Frank, here, is the producer.   The final member of the foursome is Eddie Lockrin, who you may remember is Andi’s owner.”

That last sentence let Megan know who the man who had approached Andi was.   She had been right;   he was someone Andi knew.   Megan was a little surprised that she had thought Andi had mixed irritation and affection when she saw him;   he was the man who had enslaved her and had  allowed her to be abused by a crowd when she was enslaved.   Maybe he had made up to her a little.

Eddie turned to cunt 3905 and said, “Take out Andi’s gag.”   Cunt 3905 immediately move over to Andi and unbuckled her gag and removed it.   Cunt 3905 left her own gag in.   Andi worked her jaw a little to get the kinks out and then spoke.

“Hi, Eddie.   Hello, Bill.   It’s good to work with you again.   Is the style of the sex scripted or do we get to improvise?”

Bill replied, “It’s good to work with you again, too.   Last time I didn’t get to have sex with you.   This will be a real treat.   One of the fuckings has been scripted, but there are at least four others that we can do pretty much as we please.”

“Am I bound or unbound?”

“The in-prison fuckings are all bound.   The one pre-prison fuck is not bound.   The after-prison fuck doesn’t say.   We can discuss it and go for the best visual.”

“The last script I saw had a lot more than three women in it, even discounting the slaves in the background that being in  the prison will show.   Who do we have for them?”

The director replied, “They were all minor characters with few or no lines.   We can pick out a few prisoners for some, and we have some disposable slaves for the harsher punishment sequences.”

“How many snuff do you have in the script now?”

“Let’s see.   There’s a hanging, a guillotine scene, and one that we’ve been trying to decide from the electric chair, drowning, or impalement.”

“Lovely.”

The director turned to cunt 3905 and said, “Take the gags out of the other two.”   Cunt 3905 did that efficiently, and again didn’t remove her own gag.

The director spoke to Megan and Linda.   “We agreed to use you in the movie because your photos showed you to be beautiful and Andi thought that you had some acting experience.   Now that I see you in person, I am convinced that you look good enough for the movie.   Turn around so we can see your whole bodies.”

The two slaves turned one way, then the other, showing off all their skin.

“Yes, quite beautiful.   You,” he said, nodding at Megan, “You did some high school plays?   Speak some of your lines from a play.”

Megan considered briefly, then gave  Katharina’s ending speech from Shakespeare’s “The Taming Of The Shrew.”

Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband’s foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.

The director applauded her.   “Well done.   And very appropriate for the situation.   I’m impressed you recall it so well.   How long did it take you to memorize your role?”

“About a week, with some fumbles in rehearsal.”

“That’s very good for that kind of material.   The lines in this movie won’t be as hard.”   he paused.   “You are bound more severely than the others.   Is it because you are violent?”

“No, sir;   these are the chains I was brought here in.   I think they use the chains women were brought in.”

The director turned to cunt 3905.   “Take out your gag.”   When she was done, he asked, “Is that true?”

“It often is.   She was brought in wearing the chains required for chain bail, and we just kept using them.   We would usually stop using the leg irons after about a month, but  we like the belly chains and we use them when they are available.”

“So she’s not violent?”

“She hasn’t been violent around me, I’ve heard no reports about it, there is no violence in her records, and violent women get sent to the old punishment block.”

The director nodded, then turned his attention to Linda.   “What can you perform for us?”

Linda had been thinking, so she had something right away.   She knew it wasn’t as good a speech  as Megan’s, but it was what she knew.   She picked a speech by Titania, from
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream”.

   

  These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer’s spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb’d our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck’d up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch’d his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain’d a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men’s morris is fill’d up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems’ thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.

The director smiled.   “Two Shakespearean actresses, brought together as slaves in a prison.   What could the Bard have done with this?   Tis well met, maidens.   I’m convinced that you will do well in your roles.   Not only can you speak, you are gorgeous, and, according to reports, you are all really good fucks.   We can let you read your parts and answer any questions after that.   For now, let’s get you moved to the sex room.   I feel a great need to become better acquainted with these girls.”   He turned and spoke to cunt 3905.   “There are four of us and only three of them.   Are you our fourth?”

“I can be at your request, but we have another girl already in the sex room waiting for you.”

“Good.   We may use you in the movie in the same role that you play here.   If you do that, you will also be used for sex in the movie.   Are you interested?”

“I’m not a regular prisoner.   My husband works for the prison.   I’ll have to ask him.   I would like to be part of this, and I’d love to get some good, solid fuckings.”

“I’d like to have you in the movie.   You have a certain presence.   Please have him talk to me.   I’ll be here every day.”

“Yes, sir.   Shall I take these cunts to the sex room?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Cunt 3905 walked over to the three bound slaves and took their leashes.   “Come with me, you three.   Your fuckings await.”   She tugged on the leases, and all three of them followed her out of the room, docile and obedient.

One Response to “Slave Prison, Chapter 21: Whipping Time”
  1. Peter J. Foster says:

    Shakespear is appropriate–his plays were very racy for the day (even if men frequently played all the female parts). On with the show, Og!

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