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The Bunt Women Get Whipped. Part Two
(Painful Interrogation of Dianne and Molly)
Reading part one of this series will help to understand
the continuing saga of the Bunt women and their trials
and suffering under the whip.
Dianne Bunt looked like a frightened rabbit as she sat
in the hard wooden chair and stared at the stern faced
man seated behind the desk between them. The brute
who confronted her was named Phillip Agnewopolis
and he was the Chief of Security for the Greek
Government. He had just informed Dianne that her and
her female servant,Molly Stewert,were going to face
charges of sexual perversion and deviant behavior. He
went on to state that at the very least she could expect
a very messy and public scandal plus deportation or
possible jail time.
Dianne Bunt couldn’t believe the situation she had
gotten herself and Molly into. She was the twenty
five year old daughter of Lord Harry and Lady
Lynette Bunt of Great Britton. Her and Molly had
been on Holiday in Athens when the trouble began.
Besides being Dianne’s thirty year old servant Molly
had been her lesbian lover for the past three years.
During a session of love making a Hotel Policeman
had caught them in the act of a torrid “69”. The city
authorities had been quickly summoned and the case
turned over to Agnewopolis due to the sensitive
nature of foreign nationals being involved.
Dianne now found herself in the degrading
position of pleading for mercy from a wolf-like
man who held her future in his hands.
Fast Forward Three Weeks Later
Dianne and Molly were led from their jail cell in the
Turkish Army fort to a brightly lit room. Inside was
two burly soldiers and a short man dressed in the
uniform of an officer. The two soldiers were familiar
to them but they’d never seen the Officer before.
The Captain began to speak and informed them that
his government knew all about the spy mission they
were on for Agnewopolis. He further informed them
that he was aware of the Greek Security Chief
blackmailing the women into gathering information
about Turkish fortifications on the Gallippoli
Peninsula. “Since your capture a week ago my superiors
have been much distressed about what to do with
you ladies. It’s been decided to let me obtain a full
and complete confession regardless of the means used
to extract it from you. Do I make myself clear?”
Dianne and Molly stared at one another in total
disbelief. They were sure that they could comply with
the demands of Agnewopolis without any danger to
themselves. Two English women with all the proper
papers would surely not arouse suspicion. In return
Agnewopolis would “forget” their lesbian transgression.
Dianne spoke and told the Captain that her and Molly
had nothing to confess to. “Very well” he replied and
motioned to the two soldiers. They swiftly retrieved
a bench from the wall and forced Dianne to lie down
on it. Her arms and ankles were quickly tied to the legs
on each end. The process was repeated for Molly on a
second bench. Both soldiers produced knives and were
ordered to strip the two terrified women naked. This
was easily accomplished since their clothes had been
taken and replaced by a simple pullover garment. In
mere seconds both English women were stark naked
and awaiting their fate. The Turkish officer grinned
as he gazed down on the two helpless lovelies. They
were a direct physical contrast to one another. Dianne was much
like her younger sister being rather short and slightly
chubby. Here breasts were proportional to her size but
her hips and buttocks were wide. Molly on the other
hand was very tall for a woman with a very skinny
frame. Flat on the bench her breasts appeared to be
almost non-existent. The worst thing about her body
was several birth marks and moles on her back. Both
women had brown hair which they kept cut short for
a female of the time.
The poor victims were secured on benches that had been
positioned side-by-side and about three feet apart. Their
tormenter pulled up a chair facing them and sat down.
He then yelled two dreaded words. ”WHIP THEM!”
While their officer had been arranging himself the
soldiers had went to a cabinet and armed themselves
with a couple of whips about two and one half feet
long. The instruments of torture were made of braided
leather about the diameter of a male thumb. One of
sadists positioned himself to the right of Dianne and
the other to the left of Molly. The order was given.
The whips cut through the air like angry snakes and
landed on soft female skin. Before the helpless
prisoners could even react twice more leather crashed
against flesh! Dianne was being lashed on her ample
ass cheeks while Molly was taking the whip on the
middle of her back. There was a short pause to let
their minds digest the pain. Angry red welts,purple
at their core,had sprung up wherever the whip had
landed. Dianne and Molly were emitting pitiful sobs
and the tears were already flowing. Then their ordeal
started anew. Several lashes flew in quick succession.
The buttocks of poor Dianne continued to suffer the
brunt of her pain while Molly was now being lashed
on her upper back and shoulders. Both benches
creaked under the strain of the women jerking and
tugging at the ropes that bound their arms and legs.
With each hellish kiss of the whip Dianne’s cheeks
would quiver and her nostrils would flare. Molly
chewed on her lower lip and stiffened her body with
The whipping suddenly stopped and the women
thought their brutal torture was done but it was not
to be. Their lashers were told to take a break and
be back shortly ready for more “work”. All three
men left the room leaving Dianne and Molly to
contemplate the future. When the crying and sobbing
subsided they started to converse. Molly told Dianne
that she couldn’t take much more of the whip. Dianne’s
answer was that the Turks would kill them if they
confessed to anything. Dianne continued “We must
remain strong and resolute for it’s our only hope. I
know you are suffering much as am I but brace
yourself. They will soon give up.”
“GIVE UP WILL WE!” screamed the cruel Captain as
he re-entered the room with his two goons in tow.He
informed the terrified ladies that their pain had only just
begun unless they were ready to confess. Through
gritted teeth Dianne again hissed that they had nothing
to say. Being the ever-obedient servant Molly remained
silent. He then sat down again and raised his arm as a
signal to his men.
SWISSSH! CRACK! The whips once again bit the air
and landed with cruel effect on the backsides of Dianne and
Molly.Their bodies were now covered with sweat and
both were moaning loudly. SWISSSH! CRACK! SWISSSH!
CRACK! The whipping seemed to go on without end.
Each time the leather thongs landed they appeared to
stick to the skin of the hapless women for a second or two
before falling free. Their backs and buttocks quickly
turned into patchworks of bright red welts as the moans
and sobs turned louder and louder. SWISSSH! CRACK!
Suddenly one lash streaked across the back of Dianne and
the tip stung the side of her left breast like a scorpion!
The END had come! She could take NO more. SWISSSH!
“I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE! PLEASE STOP BEFORE
YOU KILL US. I’LL CONFESS TO ANYTHING ONLY
PLEASE NO MORE!”
With that her Interrogator again raised his arm and the
torment ceased. “Do you understand that you will be
obligated to write out and sign a confession admitting to
the crime of spying?” Dianne answered yes to the question
as did Molly. They were then released and half walked
half dragged back to their cell. What passed for a medical
officer at the fort appeared a few minutes later. The
women had been layed face down on their cots while
the “doctor” crudely cleaned their whip welts and applied
some sort of oil to their backs and posteriors. In due time
they were again taken before the Captain and compelled
to write out and sign confessions of their offences. Then
Dianne and Molly had their own clothes returned to
them and were released. They had been admonished to
remember that the Turks knew all about the incident at
the Athens hotel and wouldn’t hesitate to release it to the
proper newspapers in England if either woman ever spoke
of the events at the Fort. At this point both ladies knew
they would never speak of such things to anyone. They
only wanted to fully heal and try to forget the grisly
torture inflicted on them by the Turks.
To be continued………………?
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