Her will is strong, but the whip is insistent.

Licking his lips the sergeant walks behind the bound and naked bounty hunter and flips her long red hair over her shoulder so that her backside is completely exposed.

Monika feels his warm, excited, breath against her neck and the bulge in his pants against her naked ass as he leans in close.

“I told you that, 'you picked the wrong city to fuck with.'” He whispers in her ear as he lifts up her breasts with his folded whip. “The judge promised me a bonus if I made you beg.” Monika huffs in rage as he gives the naked redhead a condescending pat on her ass and takes a few steps back.

With the sergeant in position, the bailiff speaks.

“One.”

Monika barely has enough time to grab hold of the chains to steady herself as she hears the faint, but deadly, whistle of air behind her.

SHHRACK!

“Aahhh!!” She screams at the searing pain of the leather exploding across her back. More painful then she ever imaged, the whip breaks her resolution to remain silent with the very first lash.

“Two.”

SHHRRCK!

“Fuck!” Monika yells as the whip strikes from her left shoulder to her right hip. Her large boobs violently shake about which brings laughter from the men assembled to witness and enjoy Irylian justice.

“Three.”

SWWACK!

The whip now lands from right to left.

“Ahh, it hurts!” Monika shudders as the crowd murmurs with approval.

“Four.”

“Nooo!”

SHHRACK

“Arrgh!!” The intense pain causes Monika to instinctively pull on the chains to vainly try and break free. This encourages the mob to begin to wager how many more she can take before broken.

The bounty hunter is barely able to endure the next six lashes the crisscross her back. Though she doesn't shed a tear or beg each stroke brings a yell, swear or groan as her body is **** to violently dance to the rattling of her chains caused by the whip's relentless meter.

With the tenth lash Monika slumps forward, covered in sweat, large red welts on her back, as she gasps for breath, while the men applaud and compliment the sergeant's performance.

The judge silences them with a raised hand. He proclaims, “That is only one quarter of your correction, ****, are you now ready to beg the court for mercy?