She resists, and pays for it.

“You fucking prick!” Monika looses it. “This isn't justice, you asshole!”

When a guard grabs Monika by the shoulder, her martial muscle memory kicks in and though handcuffed does a quick leg sweep that sends the man to his ass. Another guard grabs her by the front, while a third barely is able to clamp something around her neck from behind before Monika's inner-thigh leg throw sends the two crashing into each other. Spinning to get out of their engagement distance Monika is surprised no one is rushing her, instead the bailiff presses a button on a small device.

“AARRGH!” The redhead screams as every muscle in her body feels like it is on fire. A second shock sends her to knees. When she tries to stand she hears, “The bitch is tough, increase the setting.” The third wave of excruciating pain brings darkness.

. . .

The sudden splash of harsh wet coldness shocks the bounty hunter into consciousness. Unable to wipe her face because her hands are bound Monika shakes her head and blinks her eyes until the world comes into focus.

Before her is an amused guard holding an empty bucket. Monika is in some sort of inner courtyard bound between two posts and surrounded by a dozen or so men. Her ass feels like it has been pricked several times and she has been stripped completely naked.

The bailiff from the trial steps forward. “**** you have past your physical inspection and received the required vaccinations. Your punishment is about to begin. For your outburst and contempt of a court, however, the judge as ordered that the number of lashes be increased to forty and that you be whipped as if you were a man.

Monika looks around and sees the sergeant that arrested her putting away a small riding crop and picking up a fearsome looking bull whip. Off to her side is the only man sitting, the judge, who has placed his high back chair at such an angle that he can see both Monika's front and backside. Grimly, the clerk is nowhere to be seen.

Stepping back the bailiff looks to the judge, “Your honor?”

The judge, resting his chin on his hand ponders with sadistic anticipation. “Start with her back and give her ten.”

The bailiff nods and turns to the sergeant. “Take your position to begin the flogging.” He orders.