’And ‘Deeper.’And ‘Open your throat.’‘Hands behind your back.’‘Good girl.’‘Yes, choke on it.’I lock my muscles against the tremb...e that runs through me like a current and clench my jaws again.I might choke and Professor Montgomery would hear me. He would come over and investigate.He would look underneath Matt Keane’s table and see my big, round backside sticking out, sloppily draped with my short skirt, my pussy peeking out between my cheeks, the gusset of my panties soaked with my juice like. I can't believe how fast you recovered, though, from your flogging!. Amazing!" I have a rank now, Brown. And the power to award punishments for minor offences, such as addressing officers by their first name. Five lashes is the going rate, I believe!" Sorry, Ma'am. It won't happen again. I was forgetting,. I suppose it was because we've had such a splendid morning. I'm a soldier, I can take my punishment, Ma'am."Francesca's face broke into a broad and mischievous smile."How are we going to get. Okay, arms, I need arms. Right leg? Made my nipples poke out. Right foot?My left knee bent. Ummmm... butt cheeks?I clenched my bum and felt my right hand move up and slap me across theface, the fingers loose and flaccid.Well that was an inconvenient one!Continuing my exploration I tried clenching my vagina and found thefingers on my right hand flex clumsily in response, ending up in anuncomfortable position. Instinctively I tried to adjust them the normalway only to have my toe try to move. Ushwant Prison, with its 15th-Century African chains, dark stone walls andhuge fortress/dungeon ramparts and buttresses, overlooked the Indian Oceanas it did for nearly 600 years. It had seen many women and slaves come andgo through its portcullis while it stood as a sinister sentinel of slavery.Mrs. Isabel Metcalfe and Mrs. Moira MacPeak were to be its latest thralls.Back in Scotland, no one at the woollen mill or in the University of Edinburghhad any idea where Isabel and Moira were – and the.