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The Bunt Women Get Whipped. Part Two (Painful Interrogation of Dianne and Molly) Introduction: 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. “BEGIN!” 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 each lash. 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! CRACK! AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! “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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