Cell

Miel guided Emma through a maze of luxurious corridors and staircases. Emma felt semen dripping down her thigh; she had never felt such humiliation and yet a sense of accomplishment.

Emma entered a simple room, only the door reminded her of a cell. A four-poster bed with thin sheets in the middle, a walk-in shower at the back hid nothing, and a squat toilet made Emma blush. Exposing herself like this was indecent and so exciting.

A guard entered and ordered:

• Get undressed, go relieve yourself and wash up because afterward I'm going to tie you to the bed. Only a chamber pot will be within your reach.

He was clearly looking forward to the spectacle.

Emma felt a shiver run down her spine as she complied, her eyes lowered under the guard's insistent gaze.

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last buttons of her corset, the fabric sliding down her thighs before falling to the floor in a pile of crumpled silk.

She positioned herself naked on the squat toilet, wanting to put her hands out to hide a little. The man ordered her, as he reached for his whip.

• No more of that, my dear, if you don't want to taste my whip, move aside so I can enjoy the show.

Emma held back a moan, her fingers clenched on her knees, before slowly obeying, spreading her thighs under the man's eager gaze. The coolness of the air on her bare skin made her shiver, while a trickle of shame and dull excitement burned her cheeks.

Her urine fell first, before her feces; she no longer knew how to hide her shame, especially since it seemed to last an eternity.

The guard didn't look away for a second, a cruel smile tugging at his lips as he watched every tremor of her body.

The whip cracked against Emma's thigh, forcing a stifled cry from her.

• Wider.

Her breath hitched as she obeyed, spreading her legs wider, offering everything to his voracious gaze. Urine still trickled down, hot and shameless, while her stomach tightened in humiliation.

The whip cracked a second time, sharper, leaving a scarlet mark on her pale skin. Emma gritted her teeth, her thighs trembling in spite of herself as she finished emptying herself under the guard's sneers. The acrid smell rose between them, mingled with the musky scent of her own sweat.

• Get up. Slowly, and go wash yourself.

She obeyed, her muscles tense, feeling warm traces running down her legs.