There was little Beatrice could do but wait; the other soldier had gone up to the slope of the stairway right above her, and getting hold of the rope he pulled it upwards. Her arms quickly straightened above her, as she was forced to heave herself up on her soles. The rope cut gently into her wrists and gave her no chance at all to flex her arms. The soldier saw her involuntarily looking upwards and his eyes swept over her shapely, tanned limbs.

"Really shoulda blindfolded you too, but we want you to know what's coming" he said. "Well, you seem to have incited your bunch of dykes, so they think they have to fight us. I mean, we don't really want to fight you we're forced to it by your preposterous ideas. To think that women could live on their own without need for the protection and love of men, now that's really a laugh. I don't know what's happening to the girls you left behind, but you look like you could use a lesson, snooty lady. By the way, why do you folks alaways seem so mdisgusting and hairy in y'armpits? Willie, time to check her out?" he said, laughing. Willie, the soldier who had chained her to the floor-rings, brought a rough ball clothed in grey, very rough sandpaper and reached inside her tee to get close. He rolled it against her armpits, as they lay completely open.

"Sure, she's got some hair here alright" he said, rubbing the grainy surface in. Beatrice's face tensed.

"Yeah, thought so, Said the soldier on the stairs. "What's the point in that, seems really corny to me. Answer me, whore: what could be the point in growing a rug under yer arms?"
"Mmmgh!" Beatrice grunted.
"You've got no logical reason, and that's because you can't think" he said. "What did you do down on the farm, cuddle each other all the time?"
Willie suddenly reached out, put his hand under her tee which had long since got stretched and sweaty. He didn't look at her at first, and caressed her nipples, then suddenly, he pinched them hard.

"You're going to get both fucked and knouted with that one" - he nodded at the whip - "before we've prepared you, Betty.And you're gonna love it!"


"I didn't ask for your name, bitch" the soldier said in a cutting voice as he pulled Sarah backwards and secured her bound hands with a dog-leash to a post behind them. Opposite them, two soldiers had brought Hannah to her knees and were pulling more coils of rope pinning her forearms to her back. "The black one doesn'r seem keen to speak, so you'll need to answer a few questions for her" - he removed her gag ."We've heard there were some weirdo things happening in the sainted revolution, bras were burnt and some pregnant women got their bellies cut open 'cause your inhuman stormtroopers said they were showing solidarity with men by bearing their kids. What bullshit! So what did this here negro woman do? You better tell us."

"You're going to pay for what you've done, miss Nubian!" one of the men erupted at Sarah.