"She thought 24 hours of public service would mean picking up trash. She watched as the line formed to use her pussy. If only she had apologized to the judge."
"Bought because of her large curvaceous boobs, the slave girl was fitted by her master with a slave collar. He informed her that if she tried to escape the perimeters of his compound, the collar would send a strong electronic jolt to her which would cause immobilization. Once she was recovered he would administer 25 lashes, including her tits and pussy. She never tried to escape."
"Sentenced to the punishment wheel. As a disciplinary measure at the State Correctional Facility for Female Offenders, the prisoner was condemned to work the punishment wheel from sunup to sundown. Chained naked, subject to the whip, she trod barefoot endlessly in circles, he ass undulating and her full breasts jiggling. The prison allowed paying visitors to watch her labor, addubg a further humiliation to her ordeal"
"As the soldier clutching a flaming torch approached, Febronia, a young Christian girl displayed naked on a cross in the arena, trembled in fear. Shivers of panic ran up and down her nude body. “Please no, please don’t burn me,†she pleaded. The audience from their ties of seats above gazed lustily at the nude girls and women exhibited down below. The spectators thrilled in anticipation of what torment Febronia would undergo. All the victims in the arena were sentenced to suffer various forms of torture, to the delight and entertainment of the good citizens assembled to witness this spectacle.
“Shivering, are we whore,†the soldier said to Febronia who was visibly quivering in dread of the flames, her young, full, rounded breasts jiggling as she gasped in terror. “Let me warm you up, girl,†he said laughing.
He passed the torch over first one armpit and then the other. Her armpit hair ignited and burst into flames. Her screams echoed around the arena, mingling with the other shrieks of girls suffering from whippings, brandings, insertions and other cruelties.
Next Febronia’s tormentor danced the torch over her breasts. He was only teasing her. The real boob suffering would come later. This pass only singed her coral pink nipples.
The tortures would continue until late in the day. The crowd would leave fully satisfied and excited by today’s festivities."