“Such a delicate rose. What a shame to see her marred,” the Duke remarked slyly, just before he announced with great bravado: “Let her be tortured!”
This was the cue for a rope to be lowered enough so that the girl’s hands could be bound above her head. Once they were securely tied, the rope was pulled up tight forcing Celia’s body to dangle with her toes barely touching the floor.
Whips appeared, and canes, and a dozen floggers. The men came forth, as well as several ladies, each taking turns, some working in tandem, laying powerful blows against the pale-skinned beauty’s quivering flesh. From all directions, the cuts of canes and biting leather whipped the girl’s body in a fierce and even angry punishment, as if all the sins of her world were in this place, born inside her body, there
