Samia is Dunked in the Lake

She woke the next day, after being given a breakfast of bread and water and her stomach grumbling, she was grabbed harshly by a pair of Vernia's guards in their red tunics. Her cold feet slapped on stone as she was walked up the stairs to the wooden walkways of the town. Clothes were still a luxury she hadn't been allowed, the air was colder outside, and her skin felt the difference right away. Her nipples hardened, and her skin became goose prickled.

She was paraded for the townspeople again. Her body was still red and sore from yesterday.

She was led to the same platform the pillory had stood on, only it was removed now, and there was some other apparatus of punishment for her.

"Hold out your hands in front of you," the leader of the guards said.

Samia did as she was told, holding the wrists together.

Her hands were bound in front of her with rope, and then they were attached to a hook and raised by some sort of crane that pulled them high above her head. The position lifted her breasts up, and there wasn't much way to close her legs. The crowd were getting quite the view of her body in this position, and all she could do was look at her feet as the crane rose and she had to stand on tiptoes.

The longer they made her stand like this, the more her toes tingled. Her shoulders ached from being held above her head.

The guards approached with floggers, twirling them menacingly, with sadistic smiles on their faces. Three or four of them hit her at once, she tried to twist, tried to flinch, but no matter where she turned, she was exposed and helpless.

This time her tits didn’t escape the punishment. She tried to shift and turn, but she was fully exposed. There was a flogger on each ass cheek, as they continued to spin and smack against skin, her ass burned. Then men at the front did the same to her tits, soon her skin was bright red. She cried, tears rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed.

She cried out in pain, and the guards and townsfolk relished in her punishment. There were whistles and cheers as she broke into tears, and the flogging stopped.

“Ready to talk now?” the leader asked.

“I don’t know anything,” Samia sobbed.

The whipping stopped. But now the crane lifted, and she was pulled into the air, then turned until she was dangling in the air over the water. Samia screamed in terror.

They hung her there for a while, her legs shaking.

"Please don't!"

"Then tell us what you know."

"I don't know anything!"

The crane lowered slowly and dunked Samia into the water.

She fought for breath while her skin turned to ice. It was so cold. Frosty bubbles splashed all around her, and the whipped skin felt like it had frozen completely.

The first dip was brief, and she was lifted back to where she had been before. She wheezed in a sharp breath, water dripping from her hair down her body, it trickled from her toes.

She continued to breathe in harshly.

"Feel like talking yet?"

Before Samia could take in another breath, the crane dropped sharply, and she was dunked again.

This time she was left in the water far longer. She held her breath, feeling like she was about to drown.

Eventually she was lifted up.

They let her have a couple of breaths, then she was dunked again, each time for a while longer. She was sure she'd drown in this lake.

They must have dunked her a hundred times by the time she was done.

Samia gasped as she emerged from the water, **** and shivering. The crowd roared with laughter, their cruelty unyielding. The guards pulled her up, her limp body limp and saturated, and dragged her back to her cell, where the night would bring only more torment in the darkness.