She refuses.

“Go to hell.” Monika gasps, her pride, for now, is greater than the pain.

“So be it.” The judge answers. “Bailiff give the **** another ten, but this time on her buttocks. I want her to remember this day every time she tries to sit.”

“Bastards.” Monika stutters.

“Sergeant!” The bailiff commands. “Eleven through twenty on her ass. Begin!”

“Eleven.”

SHHRACK!

“Hmmpf.” Monika swallows a scream as a crimson horizontal strip appears across the widest part of her clenched bubbled butt.

Barely enduring the next four lashes, a new problem arises for the bounty hunter. On twelve she first notices the tingling. The moistness on thirteen. Hardened nipples with fourteen. By the fifteenth there is no doubt, each caress of the whip is driving Monika closer to an orgasm.

“What the fuck!” The bounty hunter sputters as the sixteenth slaps across her redden ass. Confused and angered by the intense and undeniable fire that burns in her sex, Monika can only imagine what further humiliation she will have to endure if these swine see her cum.

“Seventeen.”

“Ohhh!” Monika cries, her voice now mixed with pain and perverse desire.

“Eighteen.”

“Ahhh!” Instinctively Monika pulls on her chains, not to get break free as the crowd believes, but to use her fingers to satiate the demands of her swollen cunt. This denial is almost as painful as the whip.

“Nineteen.”

“Fucking bitch!” Clenching her teeth the redhead summons all her willpower not to explode, though telltale beads of cum begin to form on her quivering sex.

“Twenty.”

SHHRACK

“Noooo!” Monika screams as her will and body war against each other; her mind pleading for her cunt not to burst, while her body is frustrated that the lash didn't finish the job. Collapsing into her chains the exhausted, sweat drenched and nearly defeated bounty hunter gasps for air. She has grave doubts whether she can endure the pain of another ten lashes. There is no doubt, however, that a mere few more licks of the leather will make her shamefully cum.

“Sergeant, you may take a break and get a drink.” The judge graciously gives the guard relief from the morning sun before turning his attention to the prisoner. “You have twenty more to go ****, or will you now beg?”