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The sun beats down on me as I stand in the harsh penal colony. My wrists ache from being tied overhead to a tree branch, my arms straining against the ropes that hold me secure. A faint breeze stirs my messy black hair, but I'm too focused on the scene before me to notice.
Behind me, rows of fellow inmates huddle together, their faces etched with fear as they await punishment. They're all naked from the waist up, the wind whipping their breasts and stomachs in the gusts. I've seen some of them before - Greek, Italian, French women, all brought here for their crimes against the British crown.
I glance over at the prison guard standing to my left, her large breasts jutting out beneath her crisp white uniform as she grips a multi-tailed whip in one hand. Her eyes flick towards me and I feel a shiver run down my spine - this is where things get serious. She's been warned: cross her again, and it'll be the whipping post for you.
