Chapter Fourteen
It took a week for Cassie to even halfway heal, enough to talk, think straight and move around. Even so she was clearly going to have scars from the cane on her ass, and from the bullwhip on her hip. The regular guards in the cellblock, uncharacteristically, cut her some slack. She was called on a couple of times, just to be exhibited to some of execs from the hotel next door and give a blowjob. But given what she’d experienced even before the judicial punishment, it wasn’t a big deal. She’d come to regard being instructed to kneel and suck a stranger’s c**k as normal and natural.
The judicial punishment had, by far, been the hardest thing she’d ever endured. Harder than anything she’d done voluntarily. Harder than the original interrogations she’d been subjected to.
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