"What the fuck are you playing at? You're hurting me! Let go of my hair!"

"But you agreed to this!" snapped Dimitri, outwardly unhappy at Sally's rebellious attitude, though secretly delighting in the spirit being shown. "You said I could have the full experience, that I could enjoy you in the pillory the way it used to be done."

"Yeah, but I didn't bargain on you hurting me! So cut it out! Let go of my hair! I've had enough of this shit. I think it would be best to stop right now."

Dimitri let go of the hair, but that was the only thing he freed. He remained standing in front of Sally, an ominous shadow in the flickering torchlight.

"That's better," growled Dimitri, his voice now harsh and cruel. "This is how it should be - the victim afraid and unwilling - not begging to be fucked like some cheap slut. For the criminal, being in the pillory should be a humiliating experience, not a sexual treat. The treat is for the others - those who get to abuse the victim. It is nowhere near as much fun if it is welcomed."

It was humiliating all right - humiliating for Sally that she'd fallen into this trap and allowed her pussy to rule her brain. "Dimitri, you're scaring me," Sally said, in an attempt to calm down and reason with the guy.

"You have to be scared! Otherwise this is play acting, like in that stupid film - and I want the experience to be as real as possible."

Sally was getting seriously worried now. Whilst a part of her quite liked the brutal dominance that was on show, it was not an aspect of her psyche she'd ever chosen to explore. Playing the slut was all very well, but Sally had ALWAYS retained some control - respect had been shown - it was she who got what she wanted, never the guy taking without Sally getting her kicks. This was alien territory, and a situation that had got way out of hand. "I'm sorry," she stated, trying to sound assured. "I don't want to go through with this. I've changed my mind. Just let me go and I'll say nothing to anyone."

"But that's perfect," sneered Dimitri. "I don't want your consent."

Sally was horrified, anger rising again, furious at the policeman and her own stupidity. "Let me go you bastard! You can't do this! I'll..."

"...You'll what? Report me to the police?" Dimitri cruelly laughed.

Sally shuddered, feeling the trap tighten. She had come here willingly; she had agreed to get in the pillory. There were plenty of men in the country who could testify to the fact that she enjoyed getting fucked. Who would believe that she then changed her mind when it would be her word against a police lieutenant's?

"Okay, do what you must," Sally conceded, resigning herself to the situation, which at the end of the day might not be so bad - she would still get shagged by this horny policeman, and hopefully the rest wouldn't get too rough.

Dimitri laughed mockingly as he grabbed Sally's hair again and snapped her head up so he could stare at the young woman. "But now you are making it too easy again! I can't have that."

With a derisory snort, Dimitri released his grip and walked away. He left the anti-chamber and came back a few minutes later carrying a whip. Sally looked at it in the flickering light, her apprehension rising as she saw the instrument of torture with its handle of carved wood and its dark leather falls.

"No fucking way!" Sally hollered; then she forced some calm as she tried to reason again. "Dimitri look - you can't do this to me! I'm an Australian citizen, for God's sake!"

Dimitri laughed at her protests. "You're sounding like that actress earlier today. But you are now in my custody and I can do whatever I like. Remember that you were caught working here illegally, and corporal punishment is still practiced in Mastrovia for minor offences like that... even on foreigners who break our laws."

"There'll be outrage!" Sally yelled.

"Perhaps... but then, perhaps not... Not if those pompous idiots who might take offence were to listen to this..."

Dimitri removed a small device from a pocket in his jacket. At the press of a button the trap snapped closed when Sally heard her own voice.

"Anything! You can do whatever you want as long as I get that big cock of yours fucking me wildly!"

"But..."

Ignoring Sally's further pleas, Dimitri ended the recording. He draped the flogger over his shoulder and went behind the fuming Australian.

"Not exactly appropriate clothing," muttered Dimitri as he gripped the back of Sally's blouse by the collar and with one powerful tear, ripped it apart so it hung from her exposed shoulders as a rag.

"That's better - although still somewhat unorthodox for this part of the world," said Dimitri as he ran his hand over Sally's shoulders and back, curling it round to again feel her naked tits that hung heavy and pendulous. "You sick bastard!" Sally roared. "Stop this! I'll see you swing if you don't. I swear, I will!"