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Chapter 5: Crime and Punishment

*

When Priya and Kirsty joined us for breakfast the following morning I was surprised to see the journalist still clad and restrained in the vilisqaz with Kirsty drawing her behind on the leash. Briga had, despite my earlier expectation, gone home alone after returning us to the hotel and I wondered if Kirsty had finally overcome Priya's frostiness. I couldn't help enjoying the thought of the young brunette having her way with the restrained tigress but then noticed they were both rather quiet and did not meet each other's gaze.

My images of hot lesbian bondage action in the room above us dissolved but then I noticed the multiple love bites that ringed Kirsty's neck and seemed to extend down onto the tops her large pale breasts displayed beautifully once again this morning in a bustier; Kirsty was stockinged too and heeled and wore a delightful pair of French knickers.

I really couldn't help the way my body reacted.

The girls remained quiet through breakfast; Kirsty ate little and Priya nothing at all though at one stage Kirsty did hold a coffee cup to Priya's lips and the girl took a sip.

It was the day of the trial.

We left the hotel with Priya and Sally both in full vilisqaz including gag and blindfold, I hoped for a moment that I might get to guide them both but Briga arrived and took charge of Priya, collaring Kirsty too and taking her leash. Even though I had Sally in tow, I couldn't help a pang of jealousy as I watched him walk ahead of us casually guiding a leashed girl with each hand; in the same way I couldn't help but enjoy the rear view of buxom Kirsty in her bustier, knickers and stockings and Priya's tight little body in its leather restraints.

At the court, they were locked in a holding cell, essentially a barred cage, while awaiting the time allotted for the trial. On this occasion they were not chained or stripped though, of course both were in bondage anyway and Priya was gagged and blindfolded. The pair attracted quite a degree of attention as they stood still and silent, displayed to the general public.

Briga informed us that the courtroom looked as if it would be packed and, when the girls were lead in and locked in another cage we found this to be the case meaning Sally and I had to stand at the back.

The judge entered and I was not too surprised to see she was the much discussed woman; she had the sandy hair and blue eyes of a native Mirkadian and was probably in her late forties, a few years older than Sally; though she was robed, it was clear she wore a vilisqaz beneath and I glimpsed black straps at her neck and wrists and, from the way she mounted the steps to her seat it was clear she wore toe boots.

However, if this raised any hope of reprieve in the girls they were perhaps to be disappointed. The woman looked stern and listened gravely to the case as it was presented by the police and then ordered Priya's bridle removed. This done she asked each of the accused to enter a plea and give mitigation.

Priya performed the process with polish, admitting her guilt and radiating remorse, bowing her head and throwing herself at the mercy of the court.

Kirsty on the other hand surprised us all, Briga included, by accepting a supervisory role in the situation, stating that she should have bound and probably leashed Priya. The journalist, she said, had come to the city at her demand and was thus her responsibility. She begged the judge to punish her and not her demure and, usually well behaved, employee commenting on the way Priya had shown respect by adopting the local dress and coming to court like a virtuous Mirkadian lady.

I hoped nobody looked into the matter too deeply but, presumably, the local records would show that Kirsty had organised the assignment with Salaxis.

We waited only a short time for the verdict.

In pronouncing sentence the judge laboured the point of the local law and the risk to it from those coming in and not respecting the traditions of the city.

For Priya, the misguided junior, she displayed clemency, giving her the punishment of the rest of the day on public display, pilloried in the main square as a warning to others. It was, Briga had told us, the likely punishment.

With Kirsty, the instigator she took far firmer stance.

*

The girls could have insisted on consular assistance but neither requested it even when Briga offered to stand bail and I found myself impressed by their resolve. From her comments to Kirsty as she was lead away I discovered that my assessment of Priya and her actions had been correct and that, at this moment, she was prepared both to suffer for her art and for her beliefs.

Priya then gave clear instructions to a rather shaken Briga that she wanted both their punishments on film. Briga demurred at first but Priya was insistent and despite her bondage, he soon ceded to her demands. They had clearly discussed the issue before and, I suspected, she had obtained approval from a higher authority. Like me, perhaps he could see the desperation behind the self control in her manner.

He accompanied her as she was lead away confirming that, in Kirsty's absence he would ensure the cameras were kept rolling.

I had the opportunity to visit the other prisoner in her cell while her punishment was being arranged and found her chained as she had been in the police cell a few days before: wrists to waist and a bar through their elbows that kept her shoulders back, ankles shackled and chained by the neck to a ring in the floor.

Mirkada it seemed took its imprisonment very seriously.

A bowl of water sat in the floor beside her side and she was bent over lapping at it as I entered.

As before, I had left Sally playing the dutiful wife, kneeling in bondage, gagged and blindfolded in the outer office, with her leash clipped to a ring, provided here, for just such occasions.

I had been extremely concerned when the punishment had been announced even though I knew the ordeal was more for humiliation than physical pain. I expected to find Kirsty anxious, tearful even, but on hearing me, she lifted her head and smiled.

'I'm fine, Dr Frost, it will all be over by this evening and I'm sure your wife's told you I quite enjoy this sort of stuff.' Kirsty winked and rattled her chains, a movement that made her large breasts swing almost mesmerisingly.

'I could appeal to the governor,' I offered.

'I've been a naughty girl and I deserve to be punished.' There was something in the way she said it that reminded me of Sally in the bedroom rather than a prisoner in her cell.

'Well, if you're sure.' There really wasn't very much I could do. 'Does Priya feel the same?'

'Well, she's not looking forward to it quite as much as I am but we've got a plan to get through it.' Kirsty grinned 'Priya can be a bit of a martyr when she wants to be. She's going to be insufferable after this.'

'She is clearly a woman who holds to her convictions.'

Kirsty rolled her eyes. 'You're telling me!'

'Is there anything I can do?' I tried to smile though, despite Kirsty's reassurance, I was apprehensive. 'Scratch your nose for example?'

Kirsty giggled and her breasts wobbled again. The words 'lead me not into temptation' appeared in my mind.

'Actually, there is just one thing.' Kirsty looked serious for a moment. 'Priya will be fine but...well...I came out in a bit of a hurry and forgot to put any suntan lotion on.' Kirsty blushed rather charmingly. 'I was wondering...'

I reached into my jacket pocket and produced a bottle of sun cream.

Kirsty's eyes widened and a broad grin spread across her face.

'Sally was worried,' I explained hastily and truthfully.

Kirsty pouted with a look that should have gone on the wall beside Marilyn in the hotel.

I tried to hide my own expression by standing behind her.

My expression wasn't the only thing I was hiding.

I tried not to enjoy it, I really did.

Well, I tried not to enjoy it too much, but I'm only human and it's not every forty plus man who gets to oil the skin of a pert twenty four year old who's kneeling submissively at his feet in chains.

Yes, I did a very thorough job.

Yes, I did slide my fingers through her nipple rings. I really couldn't resist it.

Her nipples, I discovered, weren't her only intimate piercings and, curiously, these were locked together.

I wondered who had the key.

No, Kirsty and I didn't speak as I worked.

'Thank you, Dr Frost.' She was panting by the time I'd finished. 'Your wife is a very lucky woman.'

'Yes.' I tried to keep my voice steady. 'Though I'd be grateful if you wouldn't talk about this in front of her.'

'If she asks, I'll tell her you were the perfect gentleman.'

I really was, apart from the nipple ring moment.

I stood behind her for several minutes after I had finished as I waited for my erection to subside. I think Kirsty knew what was going on and maintained a respectful silence.

Even blindfolded, Sally wouldn't have missed it

I really didn't mind being spanked over this one. I certainly deserved it.

*

Kirsty had been sentenced to 'whipping through the streets'. This was a rather archaic punishment but fortunately, one more of humiliation than pain. The switches that were to be used would be light.

There was quite a crowd assembled when, about thirty minutes after my visit, Kirsty was lead out to her punishment; she was still naked and chained in the same way, her wrists locked to the chain around her waist and the bar between her elbows keeping them clear of her bottom; her ankles were still shackled though the chain between them allowed her to walk relatively easily, albeit with short steps; she was collared too and lead by a heavy chain that was locked to her collar; her body glistened deliciously in the sunlight with a mix of oil and sweat.

She'd been gagged with a large bit style gag and was already drooling around it.

The crew were there filming under the direction of Briga and, if I hadn't been so concerned about her, I could easily have imagined myself on the set of porn film, the only difference might be that in such a situation, Kirsty might be lead by her nipple rings rather than just her collar.

*

It wasn't far but, Kirsty was lead slowly and, her pace dictated by the shackles on her ankles.

The switches were very light, little wands of reed, though after a few minutes her skin was starting redden and I could seen fine lines appearing where she was struck repeatedly. It wasn't just her bottom that was whipped, they targeted the backs of her thighs too and her shoulders and then, each time the procession paused, her breasts and belly too.

The crowd grew as it followed her through the streets; it was mostly made up of locals but a few rather surprised foreigners joined the throng. A few of these pulled out smart phones but fortunately, the guards were quick to prevent any unauthorised filming and the thought that lawbreakers could perhaps be subject to the same punishment quickly quelled any argument. Those who watched mostly maintained a respectful silence, but a few booed or jeered. There was applause and cheers as the procession paused at every corner, the point at which those administering the punishment handed over their switches to colleagues. It was at these points that the blows fell heaviest, usually beginning on her breasts before driving her along with strikes to her bottom.

She stumbled only once, taking too long a step after a particularly exuberant blow to the bottom that left its own individual mark.

Then, finally, panting and a little unsteady on her feet she reached the square behind the governor's building.

Priya was already there, pilloried, naked; her dark skin glistening with sweat which ran freely off her face and over her body, dripping even from her nipples. She stood upright with her wrists locked in the wooden pillory on either side of her neck a little outside the line of her shoulders. Her ankles were spread too, also locked in a wooden frame.

She was gagged too, like Kirsty, a broad leather cylinder that kept her jaws apart and made her drool.

I watched with the crowd and the camera crew as Kirsty was lead across the square in her chains towards a pillory that stood waiting for her beside the one holding Priya. The two girls exchanged a look, both nodding. Then one guard held Kirsty's chain leash while another other two released her wrists and locked them in the pillory beside her neck. She didn't struggle and, in a moment her ankles were freed from their chains and locked into the stocks below.

With their prisoner suitably helpless, the guards withdrew though took up station a short distance away from their prisoners. It clearly wasn't to prevent the girls escaping, their bondage was way too secure for that but whether it was to ensure they couldn't be rescued or to protect them from molestation wasn't clear. Anywhere else in the world, the latter might have been more likely as they made an utterly delicious pair even if rather unmatched.

Even with Kirsty's reassurance, I might have thought they would be terrified by such treatment but I saw them look at each other again both smiling around their gags.

Then I noticed Priya was holding something.

It was subtle but her hand definitely moved and at that moment, saw Kirsty jolt in her bonds looking at Priya with gratitude.

Both girls exchanged a knowing look then both stared ahead.

I was sure Kirsty was writhing gently in her bonds, circling her hips subtly.

Standing next to my almost naked wife in tight bondage leashed at my side, I once again had the impression I was involved in the making of a porn film.

*

The girls' punishment ended at sunset.

Though humiliatingly on display, they were protected through their entire ordeal by guards and even given regular cups of water for which their gags were briefly removed. This did mean that Kirsty had, at one point, been forced to relieve herself in public. Interestingly, while watching this is a common sexual fantasy, most of the residents of Mirkada turned away when it became clear what was happening, many of the men covering the eyes of their wives.

Fortunately, Kirsty, was discrete about the distraction she had arranged to help her to pass the time and, if Priya did allow her orgasm, Kirsty certainly concealed it well. Playing with what was clearly the remote control to the vibrator locked inside Kirsty seemed to provide Priya with something to occupy her mind too.

Once they were freed they clung to each other, naked and sweat drenched, embracing even before their gags were removed. However, under the direction of the guards Briga and I quickly bound and leashed them; then we helped them back to the hotel, still naked and gagged, passing straight through the lobby taking them to Kirsty's room.

It was clear from the discarded underwear and sex toys that both girls had spent at least the previous night here together.

Sally, still tightly restrained, gave me her 'I told you so' look.

On being released, both girls hugged again, still gagged and rubbing their wrists even as they embraced and, when their gags were removed they kissed, passionately for what to me was an uncomfortably long time.

It seemed all my lesbian fantasies were coming true in front of my eyes and, unfortunately, in front of my wife's too.

When they finally disengaged, Kirsty came to thank us. Her body was slick with sweat and sun oil and she left my shirt-front wet when she pressed herself against me.

Sally looked on and but then received her own hug.

By then the swelling in my trousers was probably obvious.

'Oh yes.' Kirsty said disengaging herself from Sally. 'You wanted to borrow something.' She bent over, either unaware or unconcerned that she was displaying her locked sex and naked bottom, still red from her punishment, and dug in her bag. A moment later she pulled out riding crop.

'I certainly won't be needing it tonight.' Kirsty grinned as she gestured to the red marks on her breasts and belly.

I looked at Sally who simply smiled enigmatically. Her smile broadened further when Kirsty slid the crop into one of the straps of my wife's vilisqaz

'This is to thank you and your husband for the suncream.' Kirsty stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on Sally's cheek then she hooked her finger into the ring on Sally's collar and put her lips to Sally's ear. Though she whispered, she was far from discrete. 'You'll be pleased to know your husband did a very thorough job.'

Sally looked at me as I began to blush.

*

I looked enviously at the cushions on which Sally and Kirsty knelt as I sat at breakfast the next morning.

Sally had given me the whipping I deserved.

The sex afterwards had been sublime with Sally admitting to me that she was more than a little turned on by Kirsty's plight and hoping she would have the opportunity to enjoy a little public humiliation of her own before too long. Though she quite liked the idea of running naked into the square and swimming in the fountain until she was arrested and perhaps even pilloried for the night, we compromised, for tonight at least, on me taking her from behind as she stood at the window of our room with her naked body pressed against the glass for anyone who might be looking to see her for the wanton slut she was.

It wasn't too much of a surprise therefore that she was kneeling beside me at breakfast this morning in a very brief pair of knickers and a leather belt buckled under her bare breasts. She wore her collar too and was restrained in her monoglove.

Briga had joined us for breakfast, giving a similar response to Sally's clothing to the one that his mother had a two years earlier.

On this occasion Sally simply smiled at the implication that she looked like a slut.

Priya was not with us.

Although the bites on Kirsty's breasts attested to another night of passion, Kirsty told us that Priya had subsequently packed her bags and, with the support of the concierge, arranged a car to take her back to the capital and a flight home. The same concierge, Kirsty said, coincidently the young one who had approached her on her arrival, had lead the pair, suitably leashed and restrained to avoid any risk of misunderstanding to the city gate where he had released Priya before leading Kirsty back up the hill to the hotel.

'He was very helpful.' Kirsty concluded but he wouldn't accept any reward for his services.

Sally and I looked at each other as she said this, both wondering exactly what Kirsty might have offered the young Mirkadian.

Priya had left clear notes of what she wanted doing to complete the filming and had asked Kirsty to ensure that Sally or I would do a short introductory segment.

It wasn't really the punishment, Kirsty assured an anxious Briga that made Priya want to leave; in fact, the young journalist was, apparently, beginning to feel more comfortable in the city; perhaps, Kirsty speculated, it was the location work making her lose her inhibitions or perhaps the punishment had brought them closer together. Whatever it was that had happened, the couple had clearly enjoyed a night of very bridled passion beginning with them sharing a cooling bath and proceeding to Priya, once again, consenting to being restrained in the vilisqaz. The journalist had even allowed herself to be lead, gagged and blindfolded, through the streets by a suitably restrained Kirsty and then taken back to the bedroom where she had spent the night as Kirsty's willing and obedient sex slave.

Although, sadly, Kirsty's forthright description ceased at this point she did conclude by giving us her opinion as to why Priya had left.

'She's a control freak,' Kirsty opined as she ended her narration. 'So much so that the horny little slut can't admit to me she's a lesbian and a very submissive one at that.'