"Twelve grueling strokes later 'Babs' was hanging helplessly inhis bondage. They had made him count each stroke and thank themfor delivering it. Then ...e had to ask them for another stroke.He never knew which one would lash him next. His muscles had been so tight from standing in one position andsupporting his entire weight on the narrow heel that the strokesfrom the straps had been excruciatingly painful. He was sothankful the first half of his final punishment was over but hewas not looking. He looked down at my naked body and my eyes followed his. The cum that drenched me all over was so profuse and layered so thick that even the cold night air was not drying it. I could still make out the words that Master had written on my body earlier. 'cum slut' emblazoned in red across my breasts, still visible beneath the gooey cum. The words 'Bitch' and 'Whore' equally visible on each thigh.The smell of sperm was overwhelming in my nostrils and the taste in my mouth was acrid. My stomach. With a unyielding grip on her leash she ensures I remain the captive audience to her reverberating speech."We believe that a strong penal system provides the foundation for an orderly society. In order to instill a respect for the system, we ensure that no one can evade justice; we ensure that once apprehended, no one can escape from it."With some electrical humming, the thick door before us begins to open, revealing first the large lock cylinders set into its sides and then the short tunnel it. The senior sergeant cleared his throat, “that goes to the company.”I snorted, “it was not in the briefing or seizure list so it is loot.”I picked up a pad and thumbed through it before looking up. I ignored the red faced senior sergeant, “Allen?”He cleared his throat, “yeah?”I tossed the pad and he snatched it out of the air. I picked up another, “Nolen?”He grinned, “here.”I tossed it and the other men shifted and moved closer. One by one I called the names and tossed the credit pads. I slipped.