“And so, Sabrina, there you have it from Babs’ perspective. Quite a story, isn’t it?” He asked conversationally, ignoring the stifled, hissing screams from the woman chained to the wall behind him. “I’ll return her to her cell and punishment in a moment or two, but I wanted to see that you were all right first. Do you think you can handle your situation ... now?”
“Y-y-yes, Master!” I whispered back to him, staring down at my concealed and captive breasts and my cuffed arms and wrists. “I shall be a good and obedient convict for you from now on. Please, sir?” I asked, “Don’t be too harsh on Babs?”
“She’s receiving precisely what she deserves, Sabrina. No more. No less. I shall discipline her most thoroughly, as she was informed when I read her her Judgement. You have no say in the matter.
