Give up and try to get some sleep.

For the first time in your life you don?t know what to do. You don't want to be whipped, but you seen no way out of it, at least for tonight. You decided to try and get some sleep. Maybe with a clear mind you will be able to come up with some plan escape, like you have always done in the past. At the very least you will need your strength for tomorrow.

You lie down on the hard oak cot. You chains prevent you from sleeping on your back like you normally would which means you have to sleep on your stomach. This is equally uncomfortable considering how big your breasts are.

You try to get comfortable and get your mind off tomorrow so you can fall asleep. You cannot. You are far too tense. Instinctively you try to touch your breasts to begin to pleasure yourself, but your bonds prevent you. Your eyes widen as you realize you can't engage in your usual nightly ritual.

The royalist sages have always taught masturbation is a horrible habit, one which is unheard of for a woman to engage in. Yet you remember your first time you played with yourself. You were lying on your bed the night after your first burglary. You were so excited you couldn't help yourself.

At first you tried not to make it a habit, for that is something weak willed men do, but your desires were too strong and it felt so good. You vividly remember when your little secret went from an occasional weakness to a daily dirty habit. It was near the capital city when you were sneaking as a thief through a noble man?s villa and came upon a male gladiator being flogged twenty-four times. You have never seen a man who was so hansom and yet so muscular; his amazing bronze body glistening with sweat, barely covered by a loin cloth, which tensed with each lash. You can still see the pained look at his face, yet all the while a large and growing bulge protruded from his loin cloth. Even being a thief trespassing on a lord's property didn't stop you from masturbating in public for the first time from the safety of your hiding place. In fact it was the first time in your life you came so hard you ejaculated, all from the sight of his loin cloth being ripped from his body revealing the largest penis you have ever seen. From that day forward you have pleasured yourself at least once a day and always before bed. Though you have grown to prefer the company of other women your favorite thing to think about when you masturbate is the memory of that male ****.

The irony of your thoughts now hits you. How many men will be driven to such a daily habit after getting a look at you tomorrow? This thought brings disgust, and though you hate to admit it, some arousal, for you have always been very proud of how sexually alluring your body is.

This irony, the fact you are handcuffed and about to face a public flogging makes you hope your usually nightly desires will be contained, but the opposite proves to be the case. You have never felt such a need to release your sexual frustration. You let out a faint moan and give into your filthy habit.

At first you lie on your stomach and rub your body against the cot, but this does little except to frustrate you even more. Next you move to your side and squeeze your legs together while moving them back and forth trying to create friction. You add to this leg scissoring slapping your breasts against the cot, but this too fails to bring about the orgasm you crave and again brings a "Please be quiet, go to sleep" from the guard outside.

You wait for a few seconds in silent that seems like hours, cursing on how well sound travels at night. But you will not be deterred. There is only one way to pleasure yourself quickly, but it runs the risk of bringing the guard, you have ****.

You stand and straddle one of the corners of the wood cot. You bend your legs and squat down until the edge of the cot is touching your sex. Since you cannot take off your leather pants you realize you will have to be a bit rough. You bite your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning and trust your crotch onto the edge of the bed.

The hard corner feels good and you start to hump it in earnest. As you grind harder away, making each thrust harder and harder, the cot makes more noise as it thumps up and down. Even worse the chain around your neck begins to sway and clank.

"No," you mutter at all the noise you are making, but you feel the orgasm you so need building.

"I said calm down in there," you hear.

You don't stop, the chain begins to swing across your breasts from your wild gyrations which gives you an idea. Flipping your head back and forth you cause the chain to jump up and down spanking your breasts.

"So close," you mutter as you feel one of the biggest orgasms of your life building. Over your increased panting you barely hear the footsteps of the guard walking down the hallway as you grind away.