"Well, what did Janey gain from that?" retorted the man who had just throated Hannah. "You've been in with this disloyal crowd long enough and whatever secrets you're keeping will be dragged out of you, chick." To make his point he leaned forward and fingered her defenceless pussy.
"Wet, huh? I like it when I meet a female convict who's headstrong, that increases the pleasure of bending her will to mine"

Sarah was agonizingly tugging at her handcuffs as the man went on "You know, we don't normally have women in the service but you look like there could be a future for you in some sort of covert service. Not now, but once we've turned you away from the sect you're in and made you realize your talents. Somebody just might be interested in training you as an agent, maybe abroad...but that takes absolute loyalty of course and you're not there yet, not by far."

"I'm not interested in hearing no confessions now, you've had your chance" Willie called out as he made lash after lash draw blood from Beatrice's thighs. Parching her skin, each new strike seemed to tear new cracks in her toned, healthy legs and sent new jolts of pain up her spine. She was beginning to bend forward, her fists clenched and her head bowed in anguish as she tried to evade the merciless flogging.

In the half-darkened cage cell, the guards on post were darting glances and watching Dawn and Minerva. It had been half an hour since Beatrice had been taken away, and they guessed she was being tortured. Dawn, with her cage door still open, her hands tied behind and her feet bound to the sides of the opening and her ball gag hanging around her neck to be used at a moment's notice, watched them with a blank, emotionless face. She was utterly vulnerable to an assault but looked determined not to invite it.