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Chapter 1. Life’s a Beach
(Even Ponygirls Sometimes Get the Blues, Aurelius c. 2002)

It was a fine evening for a walk along the beach.

On Rabbit Island every evening was a fine evening for a walk alongthe beach! The scenery, the tropical climate and the idyllic locationmade it so.

Kate and Jessica ambled bare-foot across the soft wet sand at thewater’s edge, both captivated by the radiance of the pumpkin redsun sinking rapidly on the maritime horizon. They marvelled how muchquicker the sun set in this equatorial region compare to their formerhomes in more northerly latitudes.

They walked side by side, the best of friends, the American andthe English girl. The New Yorker, Jessica with her brown hair in a ponytail,tall and shapely alongside Kate, a sun-bleached blonde, smaller, slimmerand, some might say, cuter than her American friend.

The beach cabin, their current home, had disappeared from sightbehind them, and likewise their fellow occupants. There wasn’t anothersoul in sight, or within earshot, which was exactly as Jessica planned.

“So....tonight’s the night?”

“Yep! Tonight’s the night, Katie. We've been on thisisland for long enough. It’s your choice whether you come with me.Either way, I’m going.” Jessica stared at her friend with steelydetermination in her eyes.

Kate had become adjusted to life on the island, but Jessica nevercould. She wanted to return to New York, to her family and friends. Aplace where she was useful to others; where she was needed and reliedupon.

“What do we do next?” Kate asked, becoming edgy at thethought of leaving.

“When you arrive back to the cabin try to act normally. Let’sjust spend a normal evening with them.Try not to seem anxious. At bedtime,go to bed and try to sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s time togo.”

They sat down on the sand, and leaned back against two sides ofa thick square wooden post. It was a whipping post. One where each ofthem had been chained up and punished many times. Despite its associations,it remained a pleasant spot where they could sit and talk and think,and sometimes make love.

“These handcuffs. How can we get rid of them?” Kate asked,tugging irritably on the links that secured her hands behind her.

Jessica gave her a self-satisfied smile. “Don’t worry.I’ve got a plan, but it’s best you don’t know the detailsin case you decide not to come along.”

Kate agreed that made sense. What if she was forced to reveal Jessica’splan to somebody? That could spell big trouble for both of them.

“God, I’m nervous. Maybe I’ll take one last visitto the prods. That might relax me a bit.”

“Good idea Katie. Mind if I come and watch?”

She gave Jessica a broad smile. “Of course not! What aboutyou?”

Jessica shook her head sadly. “No. I’m still sore fromwhat those bastards did to me three days ago.”

The two naked women rose to their feet gracefully, consideringthat each had her hands cuffed behind her. Additionally a thick chainran up their spines, linking the steel handcuffs to a sturdy leathercollar. It’s purpose was to prevent the slipping the handcuffs underher buttocks to the front. Apart from the cuffs, the collar and the connectingchain, they were naked. They did, however, have an item of jewelry each:Large pearl stud earrings, quite pretty in their way, but these pearlswere fake. They were tracking devices, permanently fixed.

That was how they lived - the Island’s so-called ‘bunnies’ freeto roam within the confines of their beach until their owners inhabitingthe Island’s palatial lodge required their bodies. Then they wouldbe rounded up and transported to the Lodge to endure days and nightsof sexual abuse, extreme bondage and punishments. Their time on the beachwas tolerable by comparison, despite their ever-present handcuffs.

The prods were a short walk away. These were one type ofmany devices of training, punishment and correction that were positionedalong the beach.

They arrived at Kate’s favourite prod - a piece of equipmentshe had been punished on many times. It was a metal structure like adoor frame in size and shape. The bunny was required to kneel on hershins at the base, where shackles were waiting to fix her ankles firmlyin position. She then had to lower her hips so the thick dildo-like prodrising up between her ankles disappeared up into her pussy. Once herhandler was satisfied with the seating of the prod within her vagina,he had a method of keeping it that way: A chain fixed at the front baseof the prod was wrapped around the bunny’s waist and padlocked.The bunny could forget about lifting herself clear of the prod withoutfirst being free of the chain about her waist. Unfortunately her movementtowards a seated position was limited by the size of her vagina, whichwas vastly exceeded in length by the prod. Unless her uterus was madeof steel the bunny was strongly advised against attempting to sit backon her heels!

The handler could either leave the bunny’s wrists in handcuffsbehind her back, or more usually refix them so her hands were chainedthe top of the frame above her head. Thus positioned, the bunny’sbare back and buttocks made an attractive target for the whip. The bunnywould have no alternative but to ride up and down on the prod in responseto the whip. If she was lucky the tension of the chain holding up herarms would be tight enough to hold her upright thus preventing her sittingback. However, experienced handlers usually ensured that there was enoughslack to leave the bunny’s sitting position to her own judgement.

Although it was an implement of frequent punishments it did notalter the fact that this equipment provided an excellent means of masturbation.Kate wiped the prod with a clean scrap of bed sheet that she had earliermoistened with a lubricant. It was thicker and longer than a normal man’spenis, sculpted with ridges too, to generate an effective friction. Sheknelt back gently and could feel the head of the prod against her labia.Closing her eyes and thinking her own thoughts about the man she wouldlike to be fucking, she gyrated her hips until it felt like the prodwas trying to enter her. Very gently she lowered herself onto the produntil it filled her, her face registered a broad contented grin.

Jessica stood quietly in the shadows a few yards away, preoccupiedyet also slightly aroused by Kate’s wanton display. If her handsweren't cuffed behind her Jessica knew where they would be. The handcuffswere an aid to self control and yet a cause of constant frustration!

Kate’s gentle movements were like a dance, her gentle moaninglike a song. Her delicate orgasm a thing of beauty. Jessica might oncehave found such an act distasteful but she knew that Kate couldn’thelp herself. It was the drugs in their food, they seemed to feed theirsexual appetites. Kate’s behaviour was shared to some degree byall eight bunnies in their camp.

Jessica recalled the more violent orgasms Kate had when she wasproperly secured to the prod. One of the handlers, Ray, knew exactlywhat to do with the girl. He would strike her with the bullwhip whichwas usually attached Indiana Jones-style to his belt. He seemed to playher body like a musical instrument and she responded as if in the handsof a virtuoso. Ray and Kate had won a recent competition for ‘bestwhip-induced orgasm’. Ray received the prize, a bottle of Glenlivetsingle malt whiskey plus the admiration of his peers. Kate was left hangingby her wrists within the frame, her only reward was her orgasm.

AN EARLY START

Much later in the evening, when Kate and Jessica returned to thecabin, everything was quiet; and dark except for the low wattage night-lightthat cast a faint glow over the entrance.

Inside, laying on the padded sleeping platforms were the six otherbunnies who shared the cabin. Each was cocooned in a white sheet that shewrapped around herself, like self-mummification.
Jessica picked up her white sheet between her teeth. With severalquick spins she managed to wrap herself snugly within the sheet. She leantforward and toppled softly onto the vinyl covered padding that served asa mattress. If she could bind herself tight enough with the sheet she couldpretend it was the sheet that held her, rather than the intractable steelcuffs around her wrists. Soon the self-mummified Kate flopped onto thepadding besides Jessica. Kate was so uptight she wondered if she couldsleep a wink that night, but somehow she managed it. The prod had servedits purpose.

Some hours later, Jessica rose silently from the bed as if by aninternal alarm clock. She sat outside waiting until for the moon to reacha particular point on the horizon. For many weeks previously she hadstudied the night sky and began to understand the moon’s movements.It was around two hours before dawn she deduced. Kate awoke to a gentlekiss on her lips, more of a touch than a kiss. Just like Jessica’sown father did to her when she had to rise early.

“It’s me, Katie,” Jessica whispered. “Are youcoming?”

Kate’s smile seemed to light up the gloom and gave Jessicathe answer she hoped for. She stood up and the sheet that wrapped herslipped to the floor around her feet.

They left the cabin, neither saying a word as they walked intothe distance. There was nothing to pack, no supplies, no change of clothing.They hadn’t any possessions because they were the possessions,the slaves of others. If all went according to Jessica’s plan thiswould be the last day of their slavery.

Their bare feet were hardened to the sandy beach but the graveltracks on which they had to traverse the island hurt their feet, thoughthey made navigation easy. All the points of interest on the island werelinked by the network of tracks. Their first point of interest tonightwas the mud pool; one of many ‘sporting’ facilities on theisland.

“In you get, Katie, and make sure you cover your face withmud.”

Kate stepped cautiously in, and Jessica followed her into the coolmud. Both rolled over until completely caked in the soft wet mud thatwould provide their camouflage.

The two handcuffed mud creatures resumed the journey along thetrail, the breeze gradually drying the mud thick against their skin,caked thick against their faces and hair.

Kate chuckled as she recalled something. “Do you rememberwhen they arranged that mud fight?”

“Oh yes. I remember all too well!”

“...but it wasn’t fair that I had to fight you. You havethree inches and ten pounds over me.”

“Yes, but you were squirming like a little eel, Katie. Itwas damn hard work to get those cuffs around your wrists... and all Igot for winning the competition was to compete against a man. In theend I had to let him handcuff me before I choked on the mud.”

“....and we all looked so disgusting that none of the visitorswanted to fuck us. They just hogtied us all with the leather cords andcontinued with their barbecue!” Both laughed at the recollectionas they walked. Such was the stuff of bunnies’ memories when theyhad been on the island for too long.

Their next stop was the Orchard: A complex of farm buildings thatmade the island self-sufficient in many fruits and vegetables, not tomention pigs, poultry, eggs and honey.

It was still dark, and eerily quiet throughout the complex of buildings.Close by, Jessica knew that a dozen people slept: The farm managers andthe farm-bunnies, and even a couple of lazy dogs, that had long forgottenthat they were supposed to be watch dogs.

Kate and Jessica stepped quietly around the corner of the yardto where the workshop door was located.

There was a creaking sound, and both jumped in fright. Someonewas standing alongside the workshop wall. The moonlight briefly illuminatedthe whites of somebody’s eyes, though the person was motionless.

Jessica realised the person was standing at the Orchard’spunishment post. It wasn’t a sentry, just a poor farm-bunny chainedhand and foot to the post. Gagged as well, Jessica realised as she approachedto the sound of muffled cries. The chained-up woman’s eyes widenedin fright as Jessica moved nearer. The farm-bunny feared she had beenchained out as a sacrifice to the swamp monsters.

“Hi Odette. It’s me - Jessica! I didn’t mean toscare you.”

The ball-gagged farm-bunny Odette mumbled something incomprehensiblein reply, sighing in obvious relief.

“Did you fix the door?” Jessica whispered to her. A littlebit of sympathy for the chained up farm-bunny might have been due butJessica had bigger concerns. Odette nodded. She had tampered with theworkshop door so it could be sprung open without a key. Her loiteringin the workshop to arrange it was what had caused her to be in that predicament!

Jessica knelt down and leaned back against the door. Her fingertipsfound the bottom edge and lifted it. She felt the door free itself fromthe latch. While Kate kept a look-out, Jessica groped around in the darknessof the workshop. She located a hacksaw, a hammer and a screwdriver; thevery things she came for. She emerged from the workshop, quietly closingthe door, then planted a grateful kiss on Odette's cheek. (When the farmmanagers saw Odette in the morning they would be mystified by the smearof mud on her face!)

The two bunnies walked the final couple of miles to the small harbouron the eastern side of the island. Their muddy camouflage a precautionagainst any early risers watching the trails.

“There it is! The means of our salvation.” Jessica announcedproudly as they looked down at the fifty-foot fishing boat. The sky wasalready showing signs of dawn. “Okay Katie, stretch your wristsout on that rock.”

Jessica held the hacksaw behind her back as best she could withher hands cuffed, and sawed gently on a link. It proved more difficultthan she imagined, after a couple of exhausting minutes she had madebarely a groove. After a quick breather she resumed, sawing until thetop of the sun broke the horizon.

“Dammit!” Jessica tossed away the hacksaw in frustration. “SorryKatie, it looks like we’ll have to wear these cuffs for a whilelonger. Someone will soon remove them when we get to the mainland. Let’sget on the boat.”

The two fugitives made their way down the track leading to theboat. It was easy to board the fishing boat; the gang-plank had beenleft in position. Jessica clearly knew where she was going. “Haveyou got the screwdriver?”

Kate handed the large tool to her. “What’s down there?”

“It’s the rope locker, pretty small, but we’ll fitin.” Jessica started to prise the door open near to the lock. ToKate’s amazement it popped open.

“How....what.....how did you do that?” Kate asked, astonishedat her friend’s ingenuity.

“Easy! Sarah told me, she saw the captain do it once whenhe forgot the key; and she also told me about the space in the rope lockertoo. Now we just crawl in, make ourselves comfortable, keep quiet andwe’re home and dry. Take your last look at Rabbit Island Katie!We’re going home. Free from these handcuffs, free from being a slaveto perverted men’s desires. No more whippings! No more chains!” Jessicaeffused triumphantly.

Kate turned to look at the island as it became bathed in earlymorning sunlight, her eyes moist with tears. She didn’t know whatshe wanted anymore. It was a scary thought to leave the island aftermore than a year. She was a prisoner, a sex-slave; but it hadn’tbeen all bad. It would take some getting used to normal life full ofresponsibilities again. She knew she would miss Ray terribly - the handlerwho seemed to know more about what her body needed than even she did.

They crawled inside the dirty and damp locker. Digging themselvestoward the back so that the thick ropes all but covered them. Jessicaleaned over one last time and pulled the door closed, leaving them snuggledtogether in complete darkness, hoping and praying that the captain wouldmake his normal trip to the mainland.

***

The fugitive bunnies were sound asleep when they heard footstepson the boat. Whoever it was seemed to wander around for an age, lookingfor something perhaps? Had he seen something suspicious? Maybe someonehad leaked Jessica’s well-laid plans?

Miguel the fisherman, and captain of this small vessel, fired upthe diesel engine and cast off the mooring ropes. He was where he lovedto be - on the water. The Lodge’s visitors didn’t just enjoythe subservient charms of the bunnies but also enjoyed sports like shooting,diving, sea fishing. The latter being Miguel’s prime responsibility.It was a fine morning for fishing but today he had to make a trip a thenearby island to collect the weekly supplies. He had no inkling thathis regular routine had long been Jessica’s planned escape route.

After an hour’s calm progress at six knots he docked in thelittle port. The boat’s engine fell silent and the sound of Miguel’sfootsteps indicated to the girls that he had disembarked. A safe tenminutes later Jessica and Kate crawled from the rope locker to make theirfinal step to freedom.

The bunnies emerged onto the deck, dazed by the bright sunlight.They were in the midst of a bustling harbour packed full of fishing boatsand other craft. How could two mud-caked naked girls begin to explaintheir situation to others? They didn’t even know what country theywere in!

Walking tentatively down the busy jetty, their salvation came into view - a police car parked at the side of the dock. “Pollisia” itsaid, whatever language that was. A man in a smart uniform looked likethe policeman, and his mirrored shades left them in no doubt.

A curious crowd started to gather at a respectful distance as Jessicaand Kate walked towards the police car. Some in the crowd were sighingin horror. Others were just shaking their heads in disbelieve and disapproval.Was it Jessica’s imagination or had the noisy bustle of the harbourfallen silent? What did it matter what people thought? The importantthing was that now they were finally free.

“Hello. Do you speak English?” Jessica called out asshe approached the policeman. Kate and Jessica’s smiles were indramatic contrast to their mud-caked bodies.

“I speak leetle English.” The policeman replied guardedly,trying to take in the sight before him. He liked a naked woman as muchas the next man but these two were just disgusting.

“We need your help. We’ve been kidnapped and held againstour will on a nearby island.” Jessica rotated her torso slightlyto show off her handcuffs and chain.

“Madam. Me no unnerstan. You go pollisia house me now!”

“Yes, yes, we go with you!” Jessica and Kate responded excitedly.Perfect! They were going straight to a police station.

They walked with the policeman towards his patrol car. Then he changedhis mind, looking first at his admirably clean squad car and the flakingdirt that covered their bodies.

“No car you! My friend car you.” He gestured toward anold Ford pickup truck next to the patrol car. The policeman grabbed Jessicaby the elbow and helped her step up into the back of the truck. Katefollowed.

“Here!” The policeman prodded them into a sitting position,bare buttocks flat against the steel truck floor. The women sat leaningback against the cabin while the policeman used a length of rope to threadthrough the D rings on their collars, securing it tightly to convenientcleats. “This good you!” He explained helpfully.

Jessica shrugged her shoulders at Kate - one of the easier gesturesto make when your hands are cuffed. “So... he doesn’t wantto get his car dirty. Who can blame him? He’s tied us like thisfor our own safety so we don’t roll around. We’ll soon be atthe police station and have this mess sorted out.”

The truck set off and wound its way through the narrow congestedstreets of the town. People stared, not quite believing the sight oftwo naked, dirty-faced matted-haired females riding in the back of apickup. Savages from the rain forests, they supposed.

“Where the hell are we?” Kate asked Jessica, as the pickupbumped along endless potholed streets. She was fascinated by the sightsaround her. It was a large and busy town, not poor by Asian standardsbut not rich either. The people were dark-skinned with round orientaleyes.

“Malaysia, Indonesia, Philippines, Borneo, we could be anywhere!The women are wearing head-scarves so maybe it’s a Muslim country,but it’s not just Muslims who dress like that.” (Jessica hadcompleted her cultural awareness classes in New York.)

The police car and the pickup reached the police station, drivingstraight into a gated compound. The station house within the compoundwas a simple two storey concrete building. The policeman untied Jessicaand Kate from the pickup and led them into the building, along a corridoruntil they arrived at a closed door. He knocked and promptly enteredwith Jessica and Kate in tow.

Sat comfortably behind a large desk was the police chief. Dark-skinned,with a well-tended mustache, and overweight from good living. A broadgrin was on his face.

“Welcome to my humble police station!” The gregariouspolice chief called out to his visitors, his arms spread wide. “Youare from the island, no?”

Jessica stepped forward. “Yes Sir, but we’ve managedto escape. Can you remove our handcuffs and find some clothes for us?”

“I am sorry madame. I do not have a key for your handcuffs.I am afraid you must keep the cuffs until this matter is resolved. Abdi,your arresting officer will take you into the yard and clean you beforethe judge arrives.”

Two mouths fell open in shock. “Arresting officer?... Judge?...What the hell are you talking about? It’s the guys on Rabbit Islandyou should be arresting,” Kate protested.

The police chief sat up straight, put his elbows on the table andinterlocked his fingers. The mood had changed. He looked at them gravely. “Madams,you fail to understand something. You have displayed your naked bodiesin our town. Our people are religious and moral, believing in modestdignified behaviour. They will not tolerate obscene displays such asyours. The judge will sentence you this afternoon. As for the islandyou have come from - it is an independent country. Even if I believedthat you were kidnapped I have no jurisdiction over them. Now, go withAbdi and get cleaned up.”

Their arresting officer and a young man, a police cadet, led themback outside into the compound. “Stay!” Abdi said, while connectinga hose to a faucet on the wall. He pointed the jet of cold water at thebunnies, making sure they were thoroughly soaking. The junior went intoaction with a scrubbing brush, intent on getting the mud out of everycrevice.

Feeling the harsh bristles between her legs Kate was pleading “no...no...” asshe felt him scrub a layer of skin from her body, but her pleading wasmet with a smile. Kate and Jessica’s nipples were soon erect dueto the cold water, and that did not escape the notice of the policeman.He grasped one of Jessica’s impressively large nipples between fingerand thumb and used the brush in the other hand to ensure her breastswere scrubbed clean. He decided the nipple made a good handle for keepingJessica in position while brushing vigorously over her pussy. Kate receivedsimilar treatment from the diligent young police-cadet.

After unexpectedly having their hair shampooed, the spruced-upbunnies were left to ‘drip dry’ in the yard. Despite the roughhandling they were happy that the mud was washed from their hair andbodies. The hot sun and the whitewashed walls soon dried them. Kate hadbecome increasing morose during her time in the police station, wishingonly that she was back on Rabbit Island with her friends.

Jessica remained optimistic. “Don’t worry Katie, whenthe judge gets here it will all be resolved.” She kissed her friendon the shoulder, a gesture that corresponded to a hug for the perpetuallychained bunnies. The door of the police building opened.

“Come to Judge now!” Abdi shouted at them from the doorway.

The small courtroom was wood-panelled but spartan in layout. Thejudge, wearing a wig and gown that betrayed the town’s colonialroots, sat behind a desk on a low platform.

"Kneel down, and do not speak!” the police chief quietlyinstructed them. Jessica and Kate knelt obediently, with well-practicedsubmissiveness, in the centre of the courtroom floor, nervous but stilloptimistic. “Now look up at the judge!” The police chief said,satisfied with their position.

The judge entered. They looked up towards a thin and frail oldman with a wrinkled face. He looked back at two beautiful young nakedwomen, kneeling before him, but their charms were lost on him. He didn’tcare for decadent westerners parading themselves in his town.

“Look down at the floor, and don’t look up until I tellyou.” The police chief whispered.

The grim-faced judge spoke in their incomprehensible native languageto the Police Chief. He responded at length in the same tongue. Abdi,their arresting officer, was also quizzed by the judge. After severalfurther exchanges between them the elderly judge banged his gavel onthe table and shuffled from the courtroom.

“Good news ladies! You are not going to jail.” The policechief said with his familiar broad smile, whilst helping them to theirfeet. “You’ll each get ten lashes this afternoon and then youare free to go. I think the judge took pity on you.”

Jessica shook herself free from the police chief’s grasp. “Waita minute....you mean that was our trial? We didn’t have a chanceto speak, we didn’t have any legal representation and we couldn’tunderstand a word that was said. That wasn’t a fair trial.”

“Madam, you must be thinking of a different country, wheregreedy and corrupt lawyers make fortunes with their clever words; wheremurderers and bad men walk free because of their ability to subvert thelegal system. In this country it is different. The police officer explainsto the judge what happened and the judge, in his wisdom, passes the sentence.It is a much fairer system!”

The convicted women were taken from the courtroom to a room theyhadn’t seen before.

“Down,” Abdi said, making Jessica lay face down on thefloor. Her neck was resting in a semicircular cut-out of a set of portablewooden stocks. Much to her surprise her handcuffs were unlocked by thepolice officer, contradicting their earlier statement about not havingkeys for them. But ominously, her collar and chain ensemble remained.Her wrists were positioned into the semicircular cutouts in the stocka foot away, either side of her neck. While one policeman held her wristsin position the other closed the other half of hinged stock onto theback of her neck and wrists The firm click of a padlock indicated itwould stay in position. Kate received the same treatment.

“I trust you will not find our stocks too uncomfortable. Nowladies, would you please stand. I still have duties to perform.” Thepolice chief had a battered old camera in his hand. “As you areconvicted criminals in our country we need to complete our records witha photograph.”

He pinned a piece of paper to the front of the stocks, below thechin of each of them; their conviction sheets. “Okay, look directlyat the camera.”

Their scowls could have broken a less robust camera lens. ”Okay,Perfect!” He put down the camera and reached for his clipboard. “Anydistinguishing marks?” He asked.

The bunnies looked at each other, thinking the same thing. “Likea tattoo?” Jessica asked.

“Exactly, but I do not see any tattoos. Show me.”

They turned their backs on him spread their legs and bent doubleat the waist. “Just at the top of the left thigh on the inside.”

It wasn’t every day that the police chief was invited to inspecttwo women in this way. Two shapely rumps presented themselves for inspection,their prominent puffy labia seeming to give an invitation to him. Hespotted the tattoo an inch away from the labia, a thumbnail-sized, sideview of a rabbit (quite pretty really) and beneath it a number: 84 onJessica and 69 on Kate. It was something she always thought was amusing.

“Are you sure these are permanent?” He asked them asthey maintained their bent-over position. He felt duty-bound to verifythat the colourful tattoo couldn’t be rubbed off. His finger rubbedvigorously on the tattoo inevitably coming into vigorous contact withJessica’s labia. He was satisfied with the tattoo’s permanence.

“Don’t you need to check mine too?” Kate asked,feeling she may have missed out. The camera flashed four times: A fullview of their rear ends and a close-up of the bunny tattoo with, unavoidably,their labia in the same shot.

“Very nice. Very nice indeed,” the flustered police chiefcommented, leaving the bunnies to ponder whether he referred to the tattoosor their asses. “You can stand up again now.”

The police chief left them alone in the room, he was off to thedark room, to develop the photo’s of course! Jessica and Kate saton the wooden bench, waiting in silence, whilst adjusting to their newform of bondage.

They were mildly amused by the sight of their hands poking throughthe top of the wooden stocks. Jessica and Kate exchanged their repertoireof few rude hand gestures, lightening their mood considerably. It madea change not to have their hands pinned behind their backs, but whatJessica hated was the way the wood protruded two inches ahead of herchin, preventing her from looking down at her body unless she bent forward.It felt like her head and hands were somehow detached from her body -an unsettling feeling. It seemed to say that her body was reserved forsomebody else. She was surprised that Rabbit Island hadn’t thoughtof using these stocks.

“Jesus, I sure hope Rabbit Island doesn’t start makingus wear these things!” Kate said, pointlessly struggling againstthe sturdy wooden device as if she were a female Houdini.

“But we’re not going back there.” Jessica remindedher. “The police chief said as soon as we receive our ten lasheswe’ll be set free.”

The door opened. Jessica and Kate stood up instinctively, expectingto be led out to receive their whipping. Instead, Abdi their arrestingofficer, brought two other women into the room. They were dressed inthe same modest clothing and head coverings as the other womenfolk inthe town. The policeman ordered them to strip naked, and it became apparentthat one of them could only be in her mid-teens. No longer a child, yetnot quite a woman either judging by the modest development of her breasts.She submitted tearfully as the policemen fitted her into the same wristand neck stocks as Jessica and Kate wore.

The other native was very different, she was a mature woman, perhaps30 years of age, an exotic brown-skinned beauty, with a fine cheek-bonesand dark fiery eyes beneath shapely eyebrows. Despite the defiant lookin her eyes she submitted to her locking stocks as if it were a familiarroutine. That was when Jessica noticed the ominous darkened scarringof skin on her back.

The four women waited in silence, eyeing up each other; the localson one bench, Jessica and Kate facing them on the other. Jessica wonderedwhat crime the innocent-looking schoolgirl could possibly have committedto get into this predicament. The older woman, Jessica had already concluded,must be a prostitute.

A bell rung outside the room. The policeman opened the door, ledthe four punishees through the bare concrete hallways of the police HQuntil they entered another room. It was a long room with a black curtainrunning fully along one side. On the other side, bolted into the wall,was a frame, the purpose of which soon became apparent. The four nakedwomen were lined up, whether accidentally or by design, in order of height:Jessica, the prostitute, Kate and the young girl.

As Jessica was pushed towards the wall her stocks fitted preciselyinto slots on either side of her. A couple of retaining pins were inserted,maintaining her in her standing position. Next, somebody forced her tospread her legs slightly, her ankles were pushed into semicircular cutoutsin the bottom of the wooden frame and fixed with the corresponding rearportion of the wooden stock. The disturbing effect of spreading her legswas that Jessica’s height was reduced, leaving her chin leaningheavily on the wooden stocks to compensate. All she could do was starestraight ahead at the grey breeze-block wall a few inches from her nose.

Whether the exploring fingers of a policeman was an official partthe treatment Jessica could only guess. His gentle but intrusive fingermanipulated her cunt, teasing her clitoris with surprising tenderness.He soon had the desired effect. There was nothing she could do, eitherto defend herself or prevent her own arousal. Having achieved their apparentobjective his fingers then forced themselves into Jessica’s mouthuntil she’d involuntarily licked her own juices. The man laughed,mocking her weakness. It wasn’t a voice that Jessica had heard before.He was the executioner, although it was a quiet day today, only four womento be whipped.

An inimitable rubbery smell proceeded a lump of rubber being forcedinto Jessica’s mouth. It wasn’t strapped in place and would beeasy for her to expel it; which made Jessica think that maybe she shouldleave it where it was. She closed her eyes, bit down into the rubber andlistened to the other punishees being secured and subjected to the samefinger treatment. It became quiet when they too accepted the rubber gags.

The curtain behind the four restrained bodies opened. They couldn’tturn to see it but could feel the gentle breeze of the open air and hearthe low conversation of a small crowd. The whipping ceremony was a publicperformance. A voice from the stage addressed the gathered ‘witnesses’ toexplain the crimes and punishments. About two dozen men and women fromthe town watched and listened intently as the police chief read out thedetails:

1) Decadent American woman parading naked and unkempt, and without officialpapers: 10 lashes and deportation
2) Local woman persisting in her belief of atheistic ideas: 10 lashes andreturn to prison
3) Decadent English woman parading naked and unkempt, and without officialpapers: 10 lashes and deportation
4) Local schoolgirl kissing another female in the street: 3 lashes andone month house arrest.

Without warning, the first lash from the executioner landed inthe middle of Jessica’s back, pain ripping through her like an electricshock. For a moment she blacked out before re-orienting herself, gratefulthat the rubber in her mouth was protecting her teeth and tongue.

The crack of the whip on the back of the local woman was so palpablethat Jessica thought she’d been struck again! The woman was gruntingand panting, fighting her own battle against the pain.

Kate was next. She heard the whoosh of the whip a moment beforeit struck, like a shotgun. The blow was hard, cruel even! Rabbit Islandwas never like that. She’d been known to enjoy the taste of a whip,but this wasn’t a turn-on for her, just pain and misery.

The trembling teenager received the fourth stroke, and expelledthe most pitiable cry. The executioner and the ‘witnesses’,although they would never admit it, greatly enjoyed that moment whenall the penitents had received their first cut of the whip. A deliciousensemble of squirming, panting and crying bodies each recovering fromthe last stroke while awaiting fearfully for their next one.

Once the teenager had received her strokes she was left in positionto experience the pain of her fellow sufferers until they too had receivedall theirs. It taught her that any future punishments would be worse.Perhaps the executioner felt that Jessica and Kate were bearing up toowell, despite the welts and small cuts. He made sure that the final strokewas the worst, leaving Jessica, the prostitute, and Kate limp and broken.The immovable wooden stocks holding their wrists and neck were all thatkept them standing.

The ‘witnesses’ gave no audible appreciation of the executioner’sperformance. After all, it was a punishment, public viewing was permittedonly as a salutary reminder to citizens to obey the law. Exactly whysome of those citizens, men and women equally, felt the need to be remindedof the law twice every week, can only be guessed at.

The curtain was drawn again and the punished women were releasedfrom the frame. Unsteady on their feet, they were led back to the waitingroom. All except the schoolgirl were heavily welted, with blood tricklingfrom various cuts. The teenage girl was the first to be released fromher stocks and still sobbing, she dressed herself in her modest clothes.The ‘prostitute’ dressed too, except that she was handcuffedbefore being removed back to her prison cell. Jessica felt quite sorryfor the poor woman.

“Goodbye” she said to Jessica as she was led from thewaiting room. Jessica was shocked - did she speak English or did shejust know a few words? Jessica asked the police chief about the womanas he was refixing their familiar cuffs on them.

“Lina. The crazy woman?” He shook his head, as if toindicate what a lost cause she was. “She used to be a teacher untilher husband died. Then she became fixated with atheism. Our society doesnot want such mad thoughts corrupting our youth, so she was sent to prison.She still has two years of her jail sentence. Every week she visits usfor her ten lashes, although personally, I don’t think it has curedher.”

Miguel the fisherman arrived at the police station, just as Jessicaand Kate were about to embark on a hazardous conversation about religionand atheism.

“Okay madams, your transport is here to take you back to theisland,” the Police Cchief announced.

“Back to the island?” They replied together, jaws droppingin utter disbelief.

“Of course! You’ve been extradited back to your countryof origin. Please dress modestly and have the relevant documentationbefore you return to see us again.”

Kate and Jessica were glum-faced, but it was about to get worse.Miguel wasn’t happy to learn he had been responsible for bringingtwo stowaways to the port. If they had gotten away, no-one would haveknown that his boat had been used, but they’d been caught and thatmeant he was in trouble.

Just by chance he’d paid a visit to the steel fabricator hoursearlier and collected the latest order. He brought two brand new cagesinto the room. Small, but large enough for an average woman if you knowhow to put her in correctly.

The instructions were simple: First, open the lid and makeher kneel in the cage. Attach the built-in manacles to her ankles. Pushher chest down onto her thighs and attach the retaining chain from thebase of the cage to the front of her collar. Finally, close the cage, makingsure to attach her handcuffs to the retaining clip on the lid. Make certainthat the cage is secured with two high-strength steel padlocks.

They returned to the fishing boat by the same pickup truck that broughtthem to the police station four hours previously, only this time they werecaged.

The police chief accompanied them back to the boat. He shook handswith the Miguel the fisherman once all the goods were aboard. “Tellyour bosses that whilst we appreciate the benefits they bring to oureconomy we do not want their morals to infect the citizens of our country.”

He helped cast off the mooring ropes and watched the boat navigateslowly out of the harbour, waving to Jessica and Kate. They were glaringangrily out of their cages back at him.

***

Jessica and Kate’s cages were placed next to each other onthe deck of the fishing boat, surrounded by boxes of general supplies- canned food, building material, janitorial supplies and even some livechickens. It wasn’t the first time they’d been in such cages,but it was unusual to be left without a gag. Jessica was pointlesslytugging at her chains refusing to accept that she’d been defeated.She despised herself for getting her friend into this mess. It was Kate’sturn to provide the encouragement.

“Cheer up Jessi. At least we had a day out! Although I feltwe could have used a little more time to take in the sights and do someshopping!”

Jessica gave a sardonic laugh. “I’m glad you can seethe funny side, but I’m not sure The Lodge will feel the same way.You know we’re going to be punished, don’t you? They mighteven decide to sell us.”

That wasn’t something Kate had contemplated. She, or at leasther body, was liked and enjoyed by staff and visitors alike, surely theywouldn’t dispose of her! “Well, what if we apologize?”

“Oh Katie. You are wonderful! If you want to apologize tothem, please do so... but I just couldn’t. I would rather they disposedof me to some fucking Arab than be defeated by them.”

“Hey, that’s a bit racist, Jessi!”

“Hah! Wasn’t it your Arab boyfriend in Kuwait that soldyou into slavery?”

“Well...yes, I suppose so, but they’re not all bad. Youwere kidnapped by Americans, your fellow countrymen, so they aren’texactly the good guys!”

The Rabbit Island harbour, or rather its primitive jetty in a shelteredinlet, came into view, curtailing the bunnies’ increasingly irritableexchanges. They were tired and hungry, and almost glad to be back onRabbit Island again, and even started to think about what was for supper.

The shoreline in the distance seemed alive with activity. Up toa dozen people were waiting for them...that’s if you count the ponygirls.Two pairs of harnessed ponygirls were standing and waiting, each attachedin front of their usual single axle traps, and on this occasion theirlightweight trailers. Today they had some extra cargo to haul back toThe Lodge.

End of Chapter 1