Suddenly, there was a kiss of terrible agony on my trembling buttock, and I felt the sizzling of my flesh while it was turned to carbon under the heat of the iron! It was held, pressed deeply into the fleshy, muscular mound! I don’t know how long he held it there, but I immediately smelled the odour of my own flesh burning, and, screaming with pain, I fainted into the grip of my harness and chains. The job had already been completed though, and the iron withdrawn.
Many minutes later, I returned to my world of bondage, still fastened between the fixing bars, but Thomas had removed my hood and the gag. Michael and the noisy furnace were gone, and he’d come to stand before me.
“Convict Sabrina, you now have a permanent brand to show that you are a Chained Convict For Life ... and that you b
