The Last Lesbians

[gagged_Louise]

As he stepped back, Sergeant Masters knew he had gone for a little too much in trying to break two ladies all to himself while just a subordinate, but he was determined to glean something of what Howard was going to put Minerva through next. "There are a lot of things you don't learn in the code-books" he thought to himself in the dim shade of the curtains.
Minerva knew she had to comply and that waiting too long would just make things worse. She carefully separated her feet a bit, pouched her cheeks a little so she wouldn't look scared, and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. The smooth breeze made her skin feel knotty.

"O'Brannon!", Major Howard called at one of his men, a fair thirty-something guy with a cropped, half-shaved stub of beard. "You saw this owman disobeying the rules. Kindly help her getting her clothes off and show her hwat counts as respect here."
"Yes, Sir!" O'Brannon answered, walking up to Minerva. She had two buttons left, he waited till the blouse was fully open, then took it off her, stepped behind her and wrung her hands to her back. Minerva grunted, but the soldier rapidly tied her wrists hard with a nylon ropeand then lifted his fingers to remove her bra. Minerva's eyes narrowed and half-closed as her breasts went visible to everyone. O'Brannon came round to face her, inserted a ball gag in her mouth and tied it off behind her neck, then he swiped her cheeks twice with the flat side of his right hand.
"You're forty, slut, you should know how to not make other people dirty. Fron now on you don't speak unless you're answering a question from us. Understood, cunt?"

"Not much I could say, is there?" Minerva thought and nodded her head in reply. "Mmmgh! Mmm!"
O'Brannon went on to remove her tight leather skirt and her briefs; as they slid to the ground, everyone's eyes. including Masters, converged at her hips and her opening, still half in shade from her thighs.
"She looks like a fast learner", Howard observed, "O'Brannon, examine if she's healthy."
O'Brannon put one finger inside her and drove it past her clitoris, up and down. "Yes, Sir, she feels healthy and somehow wet allright" he reported. Half-drowned sounds of moaning came from Minerva. Howard stepped over to them.
"You're going to get some good times in an hour, dyke, but first you shall be punished for the immediate transgression."
O'Brannon made a quick salute and untied her hands. Minerva brought them in front without a sound and began rubbing her wrists a bit, but within moments hse was scuffled forward across the dry yard, half clad with grass, and pushed hard in the back so she fell over. "MMMGH!" she cried out as her chin and legs hit the ground. O'Brannon took her wrists and chained them into two low iron posts fixed to stones in the ground, set apart and at sixty degrees angles from her head. "No! NO!!" she mumbled into the gag - she knew what was coming - but her legs were stretched taut behind her and her feet soon chained to the bottom of a railing that happened to be there.

"Miss Walker, you will receive ten lashes for speaking without being asked to do so and for bloodying an officer's shirt", Howard said in a low, measured voice. Everyone's eyes on her, she lay stretched out on the ground. O'Brannon took a knotted whip with metal flanges in his hands.

Thwack!
The first four hit her strong thighs and she didn't know if she was actually bleeding, it just felt so. She bit hard into the leather gag, those bastards ain't gonna make me call out.
Thwack!
"Five" said O'Brannon, having stung her hard across the calves. She wriggled involuntarily from it.
"Six!" The whip hit at the back of her waist, and Minerva felt pain shooting up through her stomach. She pressed her forehead into the ground.
The next three hit her back and shoulders. Howard looked on in delight as the rebel hooker was beaten, but he wanted to hear her cry out: he raised an eyebrow and looked at O'Brannon.
The officer held the knotted whip in for a moment, weighed it in his hands,. The women watched uneasily, while Minerva could see nothing. Then he swung it as if he was fishing, and it smacked down into Minnie's left buttock.
It felt like the impact had found its way through her flesh to the cunt. Minerva felt a ball of air coming up her throat, and then she gasped "Mmrghh!! No!" - pain shot through her, and next Howard, the women and everyone else could see how her neck arched a little and she rubbed her face into the ground, numbed with defeat. She wasn't all crushed, but bound and bleeding, she felt her self-respect had been taken from her.